May 5th, 2017: Giving Up to Get...

This week has been spent putting out many fires at work.  Three long days with required early morning tasks have left me running - yet still usually present in whatever needed doing.

It was good to get back to some readings this morning.  One talked about how children, when they are developing, can

grasp something but have not yet mastered letting go.  I know this.  Flexing the fingers around something to hold it is learned before extending the fingers outward to let go.  We ask, "How can I hang on to what I have and still get more?"


So in life, I think.  Our developmental tendency is to grasp and hold tightly before we learn to let go.  Sometimes, I

hold onto things much longer than they - or I, for that matter - need.  This is not only in relation to old clothing that I may love, but which I no longer wear (my wedding dress, for example), old thoughts which no longer serve me or the greatest good ("I have to be perfect"), old ways of relating to others (agreeing when drawing a line and disagreeing would move us both forward)...and so many other things.  It's not always in my best interest to hold on, although my delusions may tell me otherwise.

So, today, may I find a balance.  May I use all that I am holding onto to move me, all whom I encounter, and any necessary activities forward in the name of beauty and the greater good.  May I let go of anything physical, mental, or emotional that will prevent or weigh those efforts down.

 

*Om Namah Shivaya.*

*For those interested, this site provides an explanation of this salutation/mantra: https://www.spiritualsun.com/practices/texts/hindu/om-namah-shivaya 

May 1, 2017: Is it Real? and Packing China

I woke up this morning, found my book, read my readings.  the first had to do with "really seeing" those around us.  It

reminded me of Byron Katie's work, where the first questions of her work are, "Is it true; Is it really true; and how do you know that it is true"?  My friend Bob used to talk about the "bubbles" he would create in his head of how he thought things "were," only to find out that what was in his bubble didn't always match reality.  True, that - the part about how what is in our head doesn't always match what is in the world around us.

The second had a little piece that addressed spontaneity.  It proposed that spontaneity - many times - was no more than

a reaction to something that passes our path, and to which we react.  It went on to say that spontaneity was not reacting by doing those things in the moment that we wanted - or not doing those things in the moment that we didn't want.  Rather, "true" spontaneity was about changing our patterns with intention - even changing patterns of a lifetime.  


That second one gave me pause for thought.  I do think that I can be pretty spontaneous - but thinking about changing patterns of a life time?  I am going to have to sit with that

one.  What gets tricky is this: I think that some habits start out as good things - they save us time - they give us an efficient way of doing things so that we don't have to think about what we are doing.  Take, for instance, brushing our teeth.  If we had to think about how we brush our teeth, and relearn that motor act after every single meal - it could take up a lot of time and space.  However, as our lives

change over time, habits we have developed may no longer serve us.  Take, for instance, emotional habits.  If I learned to withdraw from an abusive relationship when I was  young in order to self-preserve, that very habit may interfere with me being close to others when I am grown.  I learned to act in a certain way that was healthy at one point in my life, but perhaps now it is no longer needed.  Hence - reading number 1.


Awareness.  Practicing the opposite of "self-deceipt." 

Asking, "Is it true?"  So, in theory, I suppose, practicing the tenants of first reading might just open us up to the tenants second.  





Mindfully aware seems to be the theme today...seems like a good theme to start my week.  That combined with my Alexander Tip of the week - "love the ground" - may just get me through.


And, with that, I must leave.  I spent over 30 minutes cleaning up my email inbox this morning.  While decreasing

the clutter was good, it has taken some time and my day is calling.  There is yet another inbox at work awaiting my "clearing" - and numerous other things as well waiting for me as well.  I know this - not because that is the nature of the work, but because I found a "to do" list in my calendar last night...ahem, ahem...it was the "to do" list that I thought I had lost on Friday...ahem, ahem.  Some things are right under my nose, and it's hard to see. 


One day, I found myself packing my office to move to NY.  It needed doing, but I had no intention of doing it on that 
day, at that time.  A friend came by and commented, and I 

told her what I just wrote - I had no intention of boxing up my office that day, but it seemed I was boxing up my office.  She replied, "When it's time to pack the China, you pack the China." 

When it's time to find the list - I'll find the list, yeah?


And now it's time to get on with the day.  My morning is 1.5 hours old.  It's past time to pack the China.

Namaste.

 

April 29th, 2017: Taiko Drumming

Taiko Drumming  

I just lost every single word and image I had put down for today.  And now my day calls.

I'll have to come back to this later.

I am going to pretend that this was a blip on what will be an otherwise wonder-filled day.

   

April 27th: Message Louder

No reading yesterday.  Instead, a Tedx talk sent by a friend.  A woman was dying of lymphoma, and after a near death experience, came back from a coma and a wasted body to be fully cured - spontaneously.  The medical world did not have an explanation. 

She had us imagine being in a warehouse - a huge warehouse that was totally dark -  and we were moving throughout with our little flashlight.  We would be able to

see, perhaps, a shelf or two in front of us.  Then, imagine that - perhaps for just a second or two - all of the lights in the warehouse come in and we see its vastness - its rows and rows of materials and goods.  Then the lights go off and we are back in the dark with our little flashlight.  We can no longer see its vastness - but that doesn't mean that it doesn't exist. The experience she had of God in her near death experience, and of "being" with relatives who had already passed, was similar.  She saw and experienced a  "flash" that took her to a much broader and deeper level of consciousness.  That could no longer see and experience it now does not negate its existence.  

 She had everyone in the room notice things that were red

in color.  Then she had them close their eyes, and she had them recall things that were blue.  The point she made was about awareness - what we focus on makes a difference.  It can cause us to "miss" seeing other things.  

There were 5 things that she learned - and I have forgotten all of them except two: love and laughter - and perhaps loving yourself was a third.  




My readings today are about intention/focus and becoming stronger with meditation.  One of the main points was that meditation or other spiritual disciplines give us the tools (tenacity, toughness, you pick the noun) to take hold of our lives.  

("Slow Down. Listen")

And then my brain moves to many things: preparing the room for a friend who will be staying for a week; getting wool things mended and put in the cedar chest; letting go of things I brought here - but have no place for; and the ad infinitum list of things for work.  

 "Slow Down. Listen."






It moves to getting a doctor's appointment for my eye and skin; to stating clarity with someone who has been pursuing a relationship/friendship/not sure what to call it with me (Clarity needed.  Obviously.); to lying around and watching Netflix; to getting an exercise program started so that I can begin more rigorous hiking and make sure that this body is in good working shape; to digging on the hillside and planting flowers and vegetables.   

"Slow down. Listen."

When I see all of those things that are in my head listed there in black and white on the page in front of me, then it seems clear to me that  practice in listening, meditation, or other spiritual undertaking seems right. 

Oh - and another one: getting instructors names into FLAC so that their Blackboard pops up.  That's a work thing.  

And my grandmother's clock seems to want to go faster and faster - no matter how low I have the pendulum swinging.  Is it an outward sign of my own speeding up?  

"SLOW DOWN. LISTEN. SLOW DOWN. LISTEN."

Meditation.  Planning.  More time needed in both.  Living with intention - and ensuring that there is some sort of a balance in my work and play and spiritual nourishment - seems to be really important.  

And now it's time to exercise.  Then sit?  Wait...am I hearing something????

Maybe it's time to Slow Down, and Listen.

April 25th, 2017: Well, Already I am Rushed.

I can see that today is different.  I woke up and didn't do the reading first.  I pulled up my iPad (which is also my alarm since my trusty clock of many years went kaput) and checked the weather first.  Would I be walking to work or not today?

Not.  Raining.  And then onto checking the dates for the Falcon Ridge Folk Festival, which took one part of my brain to how I need to do the final on-line for the last day of the class I teach this summer, given the dates.  

Which led me to dip into Fb.

Which led me to some news stories.  








And, at some point, I "woke up" (after my body had been awake for awhile) and realized that I had not done my

reading first.

They were both on "Love."  Good.  Seeing - really seeing - and being present with others.  A good thing to read. 

Interesting Choice of Words...

Right now I am interested in the term I used above:

  "led."  

And that is another "wake up."

There is a huge difference in being "led" by Spirit and being "led" by Fb - or any other enticement.  Call me crazy, but I think the difference is in the "Spirit" part.  And, call me crazy again, but there is something powerful in my "choice" of what I "follow."  And, crazy as I go, discernment is key.

Without taking the time to "Listen," and "Discern," choices are - at the very least - less informed.  At the most, they are susceptible to not being choices at all.  

Ruh-Roh.  Time to Listen.  

Duh.  

And it's up to me to make a choice.

April 24th, 2017: Random Thoughts

Today's readings: heaven and hell are "states of mind"

rather than geographical locations; it may seem like living in a cave or in the woods would be a reflection of a "spiritual life;" however, it is in the trenches and challenges of everyday

life - where we have to get along with others whom we may not like or love - where our spirituality can be practiced.  

Funny - I've thought both of these things before - especially the first one.  The second one has been more than "thinking," but also  has been experienced.  And here's what I've noticed recently: that when I begin to curse more;

when I start having pretend conversations with people - out loud - where I am defending my position; when I feel resentment and a lack of motivation; then I have worked too much.  It's

about more than a lack of motivation, but is also about not having (or taking?) the time to feed and nourish myself in the way that I like.  It is about having too many things on my list that I "need" to do, and not having enough things on my list that I "want" to do.  

Yep - right here.  Right now.  It's one of those times.  

And here's another thought that I have had recently: the feeling of "God."  The feeling of being totally loved, cared for, and connected to something bigger than myself.  Isn't

that what it is like in the womb?  There is a biological connection to something bigger than myself?  And is this connection to "God," - to "Spirit" - more than our brain's distant biological memory of growing in the womb - of being connected to something and/or someone bigger than ourselves?  And the caption in the pic - if you can't read it - is an imagined conversation between twins.  It says "...do you think there is life after birth?  Do you believe in Mom?"  "Nah, I don't believe these things.  I'm an atheist.  I mean have you ever seen Mom?"  

Well...there are twisted, imaginative minds like mine. I'm not feeling so alone. 






And yet - some of us have the capacity to carry this feeling forward with us more so than others.  I know this - this connection - on a very deep level.  I know that my cousin Suzanne feels the same way...that my Gramma Lena felt this...How is that?  That some - seemingly more so than others - have an ease with which that connection takes place?  

Big questions for a Monday morning.  

And needs on a Monday morning?  There are the tasks: getting ready for Wednesday's meeting and this evening's teaching and many other things to numerous to mention. 

I am also feeling that I want to exercise - a lot.  And I want to camp - a lot.  And I want to dig in the dirt on the hillside and plant flowers.  And I want to clean my apartment.  And I want to do many things that are not connected at all to the tasks. 

And my alarm goes off.  So - today - exercise first - maybe a run outside?  Shower.  Pray.  Then head out for the day.

Whoops?  I've got it backwards?  Naahhhh....

 

April 23rd, 2017: Stuck in the Middle with You

Well, well, well...I find myself hijacked.  I am in an unusual situation where my boss is also - technically - one of my supervisees.  She wears two different roles - and I don't

think either of us knows the best way to move forward. I found myself in a dither last night before going to bed - couldn't readily fall asleep - head spinning.  And here I am on a Sunday morning, still trying to make sense of it.  


Hmmm...haven't been in this sort of space for a long time.  It's a clear sign that my boundaries have

been crossed, and that I am not centered...connected to Spirit in the way that I would like.  That's what I mean by "hijacked."






It is difficult to keep someone "in the loop" when their orbit takes them "out of the loop" for much of the time. 

Conversation does not stop when the "errant orbiter" leaves the grid.  Those of us remaining in closer, more synchronized orbits carry on.  We continue to discuss.  And we thoroughly and, almost painfully, thresh a situation until we are very, very done.  


At some point in time, the decisions we make regarding our own orbital paths will need to be enough.  And it seems that, as the director, I need to be the one to declare "enough" so that my staff and I can "be done."  Clear communication paths that are more easily identifiable need to be established:  I need to be clear when I am speaking with my boss - and when I am speaking with my supervisee. Or - if there is only one role, i.e., "boss," then I need to be clear about how I will maintain my integrity within that encounter.

It is a tricky road for me: receiving mentorship while still
owning directorship.  Listening for advice and

suggestions, yet not always taking them.  Finding that path - that unclear pathwhere each moment will yield its own decision that will be for the greatest good for all concerned - seems like it will take a little bit of both: listening for mentoring wisdom, yet making the best possible decision based on the information I have. 


And perhaps that is where my learning is...accepting that the path may lie in the process of discovery - of finding my way each time - that results in an outcome specific to each instance - and in the long run - for the growth of all concerned.  Perhaps the steps are these:  
 

Get Grounded. 

Ask, "What is the Best Course of action for the Greatest Good of All Concerned?  What must I do to contribute?" 

Then, Seek Spirit's Voice in the Silence....

and Listen.