“And if they thought her aimless, if they thought her a bit mad, let them. It meant they left her alone. Marya was not aimless, anyway. She was thinking.” ― Catherynne M. Valente, Deathless
Work remains busy. Tonight the call for the vote: was the new system like running a race in lead boots or walking in quicksand. . .
And in the middle of the discussion, a private instant message to me in earnest about loving this job. I had to agree I do love my job.
Computers are phenomenal pieces of equipment, and I am grateful that they exist with all their wonders. So I guess I am just needing to learn more patience.
Tuesday, October 29, 2013
Sunday, October 27, 2013
Remembering Mom With Gratitude
It would be my mothers birthday today. I was thinking of her walking along the water on the Ship Canal trail. Not feeling especially close to her. But as I enjoyed the time, I was feeling the lessons she came to share with me. I may wise up yet, Mom.
Soul refreshing
Well taught Mom
beauty is infinite
Then I read my friend, Lisa's post, and my heart opened slightly, and I enjoyed some tears in her honor.
Your Mother Is Always With You
Your mother is always with you...
She's the whisper of the leaves
as you walk down the street.
She's the smell of bleach in
your freshly laundered socks.
She's the cool hand on your
brow when you're not well.
Your mother lives inside
your laughter. She's crystallized
in every tear drop...
She's the place you came from,
your first home.. She's the map you
follow with every step that you take.
She's your first love and your first heart
break....and nothing on earth can separate you.
Not time, Not space...
Not even death....
will ever separate you
from your mother....
You carry her inside of you....
- Sherry Martin
Soul refreshing
Well taught Mom
beauty is infinite
Then I read my friend, Lisa's post, and my heart opened slightly, and I enjoyed some tears in her honor.
Your Mother Is Always With You
Your mother is always with you...
She's the whisper of the leaves
as you walk down the street.
She's the smell of bleach in
your freshly laundered socks.
She's the cool hand on your
brow when you're not well.
Your mother lives inside
your laughter. She's crystallized
in every tear drop...
She's the place you came from,
your first home.. She's the map you
follow with every step that you take.
She's your first love and your first heart
break....and nothing on earth can separate you.
Not time, Not space...
Not even death....
will ever separate you
from your mother....
You carry her inside of you....
- Sherry Martin
Friday, October 25, 2013
God is beyond definition. But according to one's own vision or receptivity, one will define God in one's own way. Some will say that God is all Love. Others will say that God is all Power. Each one will see God according to his own necessity, his own receptivity and, finally, according to the way God wants him to see the ultimate Truth.- Sri Chinmoy
Just Life?
Cultivate the habit of being grateful for every good thing that comes to
you, and to give thanks continuously. And because all things have
contributed to your advancement, you should include all things in your
gratitude. - Ralph Waldo Emerson
Ah, with all my talk of delight, wouldn't you think I had a peaceful day. I did a have a wonderful day, good night's sleep no obligations except to enjoy the day. That would be my pleasure.
Not the startling day last Thursday was. Starting out late in the day, discovered I had a flat tire. Oh, horror, but I haven't gone to the park yet.
All of sudden it wasn't a pilgrimage, journey or quest, the words flew out of my mouth "But I have a sacred contract!!!"
Sadly, that heartfelt exclamation did not magically re-inflate my tire.
(A quick lookup in wiki - A pilgrimage is a journey or search of moral or spiritual significance. Typically, it is a journey to a shrine or other location of importance to a person's beliefs and faith, although sometimes it can be a metaphorical journey into someone's own beliefs . . .) wow a metaphorical journey - yes I choose that one.
Anyway, there were anxious moments, and I visited a park along the edge of a downtown boulevard in the dark. Well, at least the moon was full and bright. It had a different kind of beauty, a different journey into night.
Today, by comparison a better day indeed, a visit to quiet ravine with a misty, foggy mystical backdrop. Naketa Beach Ravine. Bless the city of Mukilteo - no guess involved here - a sign identifies the ravine. There is even a bench. No long walks just quiet contemplation. Though I did get quite excited when I discovered a new trail - oops, nope, someone's driveway. Oh, well.
Minor difficulty finding a new blank journal, just wanted a new one what I had. Pleased that I have written prolifically enough to fill the whole journal. Ah, problem solved, I am not writing in a journal it's a sketchbook. Of course, I would do that. Forgot. Satisfied, a new journal.
An interesting perusal of the map section at Barnes & Noble. Pondering are the 8 maps of downtown Seattle I already have enough, would 14 really be too many. Of course, not. However, all of them still have old names of parks. So, I managed to persuade myself to forgo this expense.
Nor did I feel the need to buy the book titled (yes it was) Butter My Butt and Call Me A Biscuit.
I did have to thumb through a book on little known facts: Why is Australia a continent but Greenland an island?. Of course, could not resist picking up the book titled something like Book of Totally Useless Information.
A few totally exciting moments when I discovered a pictorial foldout guide to Northwest mushrooms. I appears the mushroom that gained my admiration Monday is a panther mushroom, and those that I love on the "dead" trees are Artists Fungi - how perfect.
I did not make it out empty-handed. My spotted a picture filled book cover, my mouth murmurred, "Amazing, amazing, amazing." I am pretty sure no one would ever guess the book - "The Complete Illustrated History of Knives, Swords, Spears & Daggers.
Egads, she is gaga over weapons of destruction. Oh, you bet she is.
The book is sitting next to me. I look over, "Awesome. awesome." Ah, my warrior soul. Perhaps. The immediate thought that springs to mind (yes, I must explain myself not to any potential reader but to my own curious self). It's the craftsmanship, the variety of sizes, styles the implications as to there use just figure into the joy I feel looking at the culture and beauty wrapped up in one small space.
Weapons of safe passage. Euphemism. Yes, ok. But I like the phrase weapons of safe passage. Companions. That is a piece of it I do view them as companions.
I stopped to open to a random page of my - a picture of a mid 10th century Malayan kris. My random is once again a beautiful gift - the Sumatran wooden hilt is the carved head of a stylized Garuda bird.
a snippet per Wiki -
In India, Indonesia and the rest of Southeast Asia the eagle symbolism is represented by Garuda, a large mythical bird with eagle-like features that appears in both Hindu and Buddhist mythology as the vahana (vehicle) of the god Vishnu.
Why the appearance of the Garuda be something I consider a blessing? At the same time, I was given my spiritual name, I was told my guardian was Garuda.
Yes, my life is a bucketful of miracles, and synchronicity.
So, when I set of the security alarm two different stores, I figured it was time to go home, and play here, well right after a great nap.
"Most of what we take as being important is not material, whether it's music or feelings or love. They're things we can't really see or touch. They're not material, but they're vitally important to us."- Judy Collins
Ah, with all my talk of delight, wouldn't you think I had a peaceful day. I did a have a wonderful day, good night's sleep no obligations except to enjoy the day. That would be my pleasure.
Not the startling day last Thursday was. Starting out late in the day, discovered I had a flat tire. Oh, horror, but I haven't gone to the park yet.
All of sudden it wasn't a pilgrimage, journey or quest, the words flew out of my mouth "But I have a sacred contract!!!"
Sadly, that heartfelt exclamation did not magically re-inflate my tire.
(A quick lookup in wiki - A pilgrimage is a journey or search of moral or spiritual significance. Typically, it is a journey to a shrine or other location of importance to a person's beliefs and faith, although sometimes it can be a metaphorical journey into someone's own beliefs . . .) wow a metaphorical journey - yes I choose that one.
Anyway, there were anxious moments, and I visited a park along the edge of a downtown boulevard in the dark. Well, at least the moon was full and bright. It had a different kind of beauty, a different journey into night.
Today, by comparison a better day indeed, a visit to quiet ravine with a misty, foggy mystical backdrop. Naketa Beach Ravine. Bless the city of Mukilteo - no guess involved here - a sign identifies the ravine. There is even a bench. No long walks just quiet contemplation. Though I did get quite excited when I discovered a new trail - oops, nope, someone's driveway. Oh, well.
Minor difficulty finding a new blank journal, just wanted a new one what I had. Pleased that I have written prolifically enough to fill the whole journal. Ah, problem solved, I am not writing in a journal it's a sketchbook. Of course, I would do that. Forgot. Satisfied, a new journal.
An interesting perusal of the map section at Barnes & Noble. Pondering are the 8 maps of downtown Seattle I already have enough, would 14 really be too many. Of course, not. However, all of them still have old names of parks. So, I managed to persuade myself to forgo this expense.
Nor did I feel the need to buy the book titled (yes it was) Butter My Butt and Call Me A Biscuit.
I did have to thumb through a book on little known facts: Why is Australia a continent but Greenland an island?. Of course, could not resist picking up the book titled something like Book of Totally Useless Information.
A few totally exciting moments when I discovered a pictorial foldout guide to Northwest mushrooms. I appears the mushroom that gained my admiration Monday is a panther mushroom, and those that I love on the "dead" trees are Artists Fungi - how perfect.
I did not make it out empty-handed. My spotted a picture filled book cover, my mouth murmurred, "Amazing, amazing, amazing." I am pretty sure no one would ever guess the book - "The Complete Illustrated History of Knives, Swords, Spears & Daggers.
Egads, she is gaga over weapons of destruction. Oh, you bet she is.
The book is sitting next to me. I look over, "Awesome. awesome." Ah, my warrior soul. Perhaps. The immediate thought that springs to mind (yes, I must explain myself not to any potential reader but to my own curious self). It's the craftsmanship, the variety of sizes, styles the implications as to there use just figure into the joy I feel looking at the culture and beauty wrapped up in one small space.
Weapons of safe passage. Euphemism. Yes, ok. But I like the phrase weapons of safe passage. Companions. That is a piece of it I do view them as companions.
I stopped to open to a random page of my - a picture of a mid 10th century Malayan kris. My random is once again a beautiful gift - the Sumatran wooden hilt is the carved head of a stylized Garuda bird.
a snippet per Wiki -
In India, Indonesia and the rest of Southeast Asia the eagle symbolism is represented by Garuda, a large mythical bird with eagle-like features that appears in both Hindu and Buddhist mythology as the vahana (vehicle) of the god Vishnu.
Why the appearance of the Garuda be something I consider a blessing? At the same time, I was given my spiritual name, I was told my guardian was Garuda.
Yes, my life is a bucketful of miracles, and synchronicity.
So, when I set of the security alarm two different stores, I figured it was time to go home, and play here, well right after a great nap.
"Most of what we take as being important is not material, whether it's music or feelings or love. They're things we can't really see or touch. They're not material, but they're vitally important to us."- Judy Collins
Life - A Bucket of Miracles
As each day comes to us refreshed and anew, so does my gratitude renew
itself daily. The breaking of the sun over the horizon is my grateful
heart dawning upon a blessed world. - Terri Guillemets
Not sure how the phrase "Bucket of Miracles" appeared on my neurons but sounded like a fun phrase.
Yes, I love words, phrases, proverbs, quotes, titles, signs, lyrics, aphorisms.
And maybe it some old educational remnant that bids me "can you use that word in a sentence". Oh, can I ever.
I am tickled by the thoughts that arise so simple, so ordinary, sometimes anomalies, juxtapositions; and to me a blend of beautiful gifts, new toys, and complex puzzles just for me to delight in.
Word pizza. A mental stone soup with warm golden bread. (Tell, I am hungry? Fell asleep before dinner.)
Oh, and talk I do as well. What is it about even simple words that makes me want to play with them, espouse them, sing them, prattle on with them.
I hadn't been down by Lake Washington for a few days so getting out of the car, and mouth opens, excitedly, "The lake, the lake, the lake, the lake . . ." tumbling out of my mouth as soon as my feet hit the ground. I notice that there is a couple standing just to my left gazing at me. I felt a bit sheepish. I am grown person (well sort of) enraptured at the sight of the lake. Feeling silly, a part of me wants to say, well it is a lake. And a beautiful lake view indeed is before me.
I am thinking now joy or delight is not qualities we express or feel enough everyday.
Is it ok if I get excited, happy, delighted when looking at the ocean, the lake, mysterious things in the sky, Mt. Rainier, fog, a child playing with her father, a dog jumping headlong into the water in fierce pursuit of the stick - passion pursuit? And, yes, delight may just bubble up and escape at the sight of kale.
Can I let my heart bound out through my lips, can I not?
"Gratitude is not a mere word; it is not a mere concept. It is the living breath of your real existence on earth." - Sri Chinmoy
Not sure how the phrase "Bucket of Miracles" appeared on my neurons but sounded like a fun phrase.
Yes, I love words, phrases, proverbs, quotes, titles, signs, lyrics, aphorisms.
And maybe it some old educational remnant that bids me "can you use that word in a sentence". Oh, can I ever.
I am tickled by the thoughts that arise so simple, so ordinary, sometimes anomalies, juxtapositions; and to me a blend of beautiful gifts, new toys, and complex puzzles just for me to delight in.
Word pizza. A mental stone soup with warm golden bread. (Tell, I am hungry? Fell asleep before dinner.)
Oh, and talk I do as well. What is it about even simple words that makes me want to play with them, espouse them, sing them, prattle on with them.
I hadn't been down by Lake Washington for a few days so getting out of the car, and mouth opens, excitedly, "The lake, the lake, the lake, the lake . . ." tumbling out of my mouth as soon as my feet hit the ground. I notice that there is a couple standing just to my left gazing at me. I felt a bit sheepish. I am grown person (well sort of) enraptured at the sight of the lake. Feeling silly, a part of me wants to say, well it is a lake. And a beautiful lake view indeed is before me.
I am thinking now joy or delight is not qualities we express or feel enough everyday.
Is it ok if I get excited, happy, delighted when looking at the ocean, the lake, mysterious things in the sky, Mt. Rainier, fog, a child playing with her father, a dog jumping headlong into the water in fierce pursuit of the stick - passion pursuit? And, yes, delight may just bubble up and escape at the sight of kale.
Can I let my heart bound out through my lips, can I not?
"Gratitude is not a mere word; it is not a mere concept. It is the living breath of your real existence on earth." - Sri Chinmoy
Tuesday, October 22, 2013
Taking Chances
With such an intense work week, still processing the Grief Workshop, seeing my teacher Nadia here for her annual visit from Siberia for a group healing ritual, I put down my non-fiction reading from almost two days. I decided to enjoy a murder mystery by Louise Penny. I have read two in the series previously, this one was "The First Chief Inspector Gamache Novel". Set in Canada with the Gamache being of the Surete du Quebec, the series have the satisfaction of being set in a different culture than where I spend my days. Which means new words, new ideas, new perspective.
I think she has nicely complex characters.
And Ms. Penny's quote from Chief Inspector Gamache is the one that hangs at the entrance to my cube at work. In this first book, it is the Chief Inspector telling the new member of his team that there are four sentences we learn to say and mean:
"I don't know. I need help. I'm sorry. I'm wrong."
Can't you how much I love this simple yet profound bit of wisdom.
And there is a very, sweet, funny, touching scene where the new investigator while trying to search a potential suspects bathroom sees the sticker on the mirror which said something like "You are looking at the problem" whereupon she searched the entire area she saw reflected in the mirror clueless as to the point. Yet, how many of us to the same thing in so many situations, carefully laying blame. I would like not to
be guilty of being clueless or missing the point, However, if I am truly clueless how would I know??
So I finished and enjoy my book. Today as the nearest book, I picked it for some random wisdom after some park visit that tried my nerves just a bit.
LOL - my universe loves me as the random page I selected was about this character, Chief Inspector Gamache, who though portrayed as human, also, is very wise. The place I turned to his where is having to talk himself in climbing up into a tree house as he is afraid of heights.
Why is this so wonderful - well. I balk at the idea of seeing the parks on the top of Queen Anne Hill every time it comes to mind. So, traffic accident, being stuck in a no turn lane, detour here - voila I am on the road that leads up to Queen Anne Hill. There was one last option to turn right before the end. I took a deep breath, said "Oh, come, it is ok, it is ok it is ok, thousands of people do this, people this everyday, and I bet you won't fall off. LOL. And voila, I didn't.
I think she has nicely complex characters.
And Ms. Penny's quote from Chief Inspector Gamache is the one that hangs at the entrance to my cube at work. In this first book, it is the Chief Inspector telling the new member of his team that there are four sentences we learn to say and mean:
"I don't know. I need help. I'm sorry. I'm wrong."
Can't you how much I love this simple yet profound bit of wisdom.
And there is a very, sweet, funny, touching scene where the new investigator while trying to search a potential suspects bathroom sees the sticker on the mirror which said something like "You are looking at the problem" whereupon she searched the entire area she saw reflected in the mirror clueless as to the point. Yet, how many of us to the same thing in so many situations, carefully laying blame. I would like not to
be guilty of being clueless or missing the point, However, if I am truly clueless how would I know??
So I finished and enjoy my book. Today as the nearest book, I picked it for some random wisdom after some park visit that tried my nerves just a bit.
LOL - my universe loves me as the random page I selected was about this character, Chief Inspector Gamache, who though portrayed as human, also, is very wise. The place I turned to his where is having to talk himself in climbing up into a tree house as he is afraid of heights.
Why is this so wonderful - well. I balk at the idea of seeing the parks on the top of Queen Anne Hill every time it comes to mind. So, traffic accident, being stuck in a no turn lane, detour here - voila I am on the road that leads up to Queen Anne Hill. There was one last option to turn right before the end. I took a deep breath, said "Oh, come, it is ok, it is ok it is ok, thousands of people do this, people this everyday, and I bet you won't fall off. LOL. And voila, I didn't.
Monday, October 21, 2013
Patience Just Out of Reach
So today, after a very excruciating evening of constant software delays leading the calmest amongst us to the edge of the impatience abyss, I chose this book today for a quick read; Secrets of the Zohar - Stories and Meditations To Awaken The Heart by Michael Berg.
(I just made myself chuckle at this choice. Didn't think of the times I have said I will probably never have the patience to read the entire Zohar even translated. Michael Berg's translation I believe is 23 volumes - I have never made past even a 1/4 of volume in other translations).
Patience definitely at odds with reality in my world at the moment. Someone's interesting choice to remedy an untenable situation created further chaos.
So the quote or rather passage from the random page I chose:
Title Heading: When There Is Too Much To Do and You Are Feeling Overwhelmed: "The Importance of Small Openings" (Zohar, Emor, Verse 128)
Sometimes life seems overwhelming, both everyday life and what's taking place in the world as a whole. There's just too much to do and it's all so hard. That's not a pleasant feeling, but when it comes over you, be aware that the feeling contains some important messages.
First, know that there really is too much to do, and there really are times when you are "in over your head." But we did not come into this world just to stay within our capabilities. Our purpose in life is to go beyond our capabilities, and to fulfill the purpose we need to connect with the Creator's Light.
***********
Whew so relieved to know just not haven't a horrendously difficult work week, I am just expanding participating in my life's purpose.
And ok, it is not horrendous, I just liked that word that thought it would be fun to use in a sentence because I can. And so it takes more patience that I thought I had. I found the extra minutes it takes to load a report gives me time to practice my mantra. . . and a co-worker told me her physical agility is on the rise this week as she greatly improved her thumb twiddling.
(I just made myself chuckle at this choice. Didn't think of the times I have said I will probably never have the patience to read the entire Zohar even translated. Michael Berg's translation I believe is 23 volumes - I have never made past even a 1/4 of volume in other translations).
Patience definitely at odds with reality in my world at the moment. Someone's interesting choice to remedy an untenable situation created further chaos.
So the quote or rather passage from the random page I chose:
Title Heading: When There Is Too Much To Do and You Are Feeling Overwhelmed: "The Importance of Small Openings" (Zohar, Emor, Verse 128)
Sometimes life seems overwhelming, both everyday life and what's taking place in the world as a whole. There's just too much to do and it's all so hard. That's not a pleasant feeling, but when it comes over you, be aware that the feeling contains some important messages.
First, know that there really is too much to do, and there really are times when you are "in over your head." But we did not come into this world just to stay within our capabilities. Our purpose in life is to go beyond our capabilities, and to fulfill the purpose we need to connect with the Creator's Light.
***********
Whew so relieved to know just not haven't a horrendously difficult work week, I am just expanding participating in my life's purpose.
And ok, it is not horrendous, I just liked that word that thought it would be fun to use in a sentence because I can. And so it takes more patience that I thought I had. I found the extra minutes it takes to load a report gives me time to practice my mantra. . . and a co-worker told me her physical agility is on the rise this week as she greatly improved her thumb twiddling.
Sunday, October 20, 2013
Magic, Change, LIfe
A very difficult work week, I decided this morning to read an inspiring, fun book, Steal Like An Artist by Austin Kleon. I remember doing something with this book uncommon for me. I was enjoying it so much; I was reading through it so fast I set it aside like a delicious (gluten-free LOL) pastry to save for later, forgot to come back to it.
The first thing that happened was a magazine article stuffed inside that I was saving. Hmmm, I don't remember ever seen it before even though I stuff it in there - book new not used. The article is about a teacher whose book I bought more recently. Article from before I thought I heard of this teacher.
My friend, Jan asked me if I thought there was more magic in my life recently. Quick, easy answer is no. My life has always been magical to me. And I still am astounded about thousands of things. Even to the next thought I had, am I noticing it more. I think I have to say no again. Am I acknowledging it more, maybe but probably not. What think I am doing is either sharing it more or becoming more articulate. And maybe I am more able to deeply embrace the synchronicities, yet I am still constantly surprised and delighted by them. Things such as feeling resistant, and the next business name I see is Ready and Willing LLC. Hmmm.
I do think the messages are there for us, all the time, all around us, all the encouragement, all the guidance, all the help. Do I always see it or get it. Nope. Sometimes I can my perceived part of the story, and someone else sees it.
So with everyone struggling with software changes, and the obvious missing features we can phantom, I pick up Steal Like An Artist to this quote:
"Complain about the way other people make software by making software" - Andre Torres
And yes, I actually do feel that whomever the programmers in this company were they did their best. Does it match what we had or what we need nope. There are some big glitches. This too shall pass, probably not quickly enough for our impatient minds.
I think I probably have posted this quote before, still a great one:
“I believe that everything happens for a reason. People change so that you can learn to let go, things go wrong so that you appreciate them when they're right, you believe lies so you eventually learn to trust no one but yourself, and sometimes good things fall apart so better things can fall together.” ― Marilyn Monroe
The first thing that happened was a magazine article stuffed inside that I was saving. Hmmm, I don't remember ever seen it before even though I stuff it in there - book new not used. The article is about a teacher whose book I bought more recently. Article from before I thought I heard of this teacher.
My friend, Jan asked me if I thought there was more magic in my life recently. Quick, easy answer is no. My life has always been magical to me. And I still am astounded about thousands of things. Even to the next thought I had, am I noticing it more. I think I have to say no again. Am I acknowledging it more, maybe but probably not. What think I am doing is either sharing it more or becoming more articulate. And maybe I am more able to deeply embrace the synchronicities, yet I am still constantly surprised and delighted by them. Things such as feeling resistant, and the next business name I see is Ready and Willing LLC. Hmmm.
I do think the messages are there for us, all the time, all around us, all the encouragement, all the guidance, all the help. Do I always see it or get it. Nope. Sometimes I can my perceived part of the story, and someone else sees it.
So with everyone struggling with software changes, and the obvious missing features we can phantom, I pick up Steal Like An Artist to this quote:
"Complain about the way other people make software by making software" - Andre Torres
And yes, I actually do feel that whomever the programmers in this company were they did their best. Does it match what we had or what we need nope. There are some big glitches. This too shall pass, probably not quickly enough for our impatient minds.
I think I probably have posted this quote before, still a great one:
“I believe that everything happens for a reason. People change so that you can learn to let go, things go wrong so that you appreciate them when they're right, you believe lies so you eventually learn to trust no one but yourself, and sometimes good things fall apart so better things can fall together.” ― Marilyn Monroe
Change Could Possibly Maybe Be Good
“All great changes are preceded by chaos.” -Deepak Chopra
“Getting over a painful experience is much like crossing monkey bars. You have to let go at some point in order to move forward.” -C.S. Lewis
New software conversion at work,. Gah! Tis challenging.
“Getting over a painful experience is much like crossing monkey bars. You have to let go at some point in order to move forward.” -C.S. Lewis
New software conversion at work,. Gah! Tis challenging.
Wednesday, October 16, 2013
Tangled Beliefs
Leaving in the middle of the other story because the next part is better for me after a pause.
So I got to work in time to hear someone taking what I considered an arrogant tone with a client over the phone. I sighed. Set up to work, settled in. The actual call is over, but the conversation goes on from the other side, "That jerk ripped my nylons. "
Sigh, now she has a client with magical powers to reach through the phone. Judgment, judgment, judgment, irritation. The conversation of the misbehaving client continues on and off for about 40 minutes.
Sigh, this is not the way I wanted to start my day. I want her to stop. Then an inner voice goes off my head, and asks, "Can you tell me the correlation between her causing you to have a bad day, and her complaining the gentlemen on the phone ripped her nylons?" Ah, hmmm, well, oh, dang it.
Same trap. How is it I think she is responsible for my day or my feelings. I dunna know.
So easy to slide into blaming even with the best of intentions.
thinking about it. . . what's new
“We cultivate love when we allow our most vulnerable and powerful selves to be deeply seen and known, and when we honor the spiritual connection that grows from that offering with trust, respect, kindness and affection.
Love is not something we give or get; it is something that we nurture and grow, a connection that can only be cultivated between two people when it exists within each one of them – we can only love others as much as we love ourselves.
Shame, blame, disrespect, betrayal, and the withholding of affection damage the roots from which love grows. Love can only survive these injuries if they are acknowledged, healed and rare.”
― Brené Brown, The Gifts of Imperfection: Let Go of Who You Think You're Supposed to Be and Embrace Who You Are
So I got to work in time to hear someone taking what I considered an arrogant tone with a client over the phone. I sighed. Set up to work, settled in. The actual call is over, but the conversation goes on from the other side, "That jerk ripped my nylons. "
Sigh, now she has a client with magical powers to reach through the phone. Judgment, judgment, judgment, irritation. The conversation of the misbehaving client continues on and off for about 40 minutes.
Sigh, this is not the way I wanted to start my day. I want her to stop. Then an inner voice goes off my head, and asks, "Can you tell me the correlation between her causing you to have a bad day, and her complaining the gentlemen on the phone ripped her nylons?" Ah, hmmm, well, oh, dang it.
Same trap. How is it I think she is responsible for my day or my feelings. I dunna know.
So easy to slide into blaming even with the best of intentions.
thinking about it. . . what's new
“We cultivate love when we allow our most vulnerable and powerful selves to be deeply seen and known, and when we honor the spiritual connection that grows from that offering with trust, respect, kindness and affection.
Love is not something we give or get; it is something that we nurture and grow, a connection that can only be cultivated between two people when it exists within each one of them – we can only love others as much as we love ourselves.
Shame, blame, disrespect, betrayal, and the withholding of affection damage the roots from which love grows. Love can only survive these injuries if they are acknowledged, healed and rare.”
― Brené Brown, The Gifts of Imperfection: Let Go of Who You Think You're Supposed to Be and Embrace Who You Are
A Little Magical True Story, Part I
Simultaneous with my attendance at the Grief class my new Indie.Arie CD came. Driving into work, thinking about my mother, put in the CD. She started with a very soulful rendition of the Serenity Prayer.
God, grant me the serenity to accept the things I cannot change, The courage to change the things I can, And wisdom to know the difference.
Growing up, no one I was aware of in the family ever went to A.A. which is what I now have an association with for this prayer, but it hung over the TV in our homes all my life growing up.
No other quote could say mother more to me.
The day after the workshop, driving to work is when I put the CD in. Ok, hi Mom. Hope you forgive me. My inner voice responded with "CHANGE LANES NOW' So I did pretty abruptly.
It put me right behind a car with Illinois license plate - Mom born in Illinois. I looked the truck next lettered with MisMo.
Way cool - how in the world. Got it. Sue talked about how hard someone of our loved ones tried to communicate with us, get our attention, and sometimes only to have us dismiss it or miss it.
Got it, Mom. Thank you. Know what miss you, too.
God, grant me the serenity to accept the things I cannot change, The courage to change the things I can, And wisdom to know the difference.
Growing up, no one I was aware of in the family ever went to A.A. which is what I now have an association with for this prayer, but it hung over the TV in our homes all my life growing up.
No other quote could say mother more to me.
The day after the workshop, driving to work is when I put the CD in. Ok, hi Mom. Hope you forgive me. My inner voice responded with "CHANGE LANES NOW' So I did pretty abruptly.
It put me right behind a car with Illinois license plate - Mom born in Illinois. I looked the truck next lettered with MisMo.
Way cool - how in the world. Got it. Sue talked about how hard someone of our loved ones tried to communicate with us, get our attention, and sometimes only to have us dismiss it or miss it.
Got it, Mom. Thank you. Know what miss you, too.
Well, Grieving Is A Process
“Give sorrow words; the grief that does not speak knits up the o-er wrought heart and bids it break.”
― William Shakespeare, Macbeth
So my experience in going to the "wrong" class - Grief Recovery, has been another type of fascinating journey. At the moment person is reading the book written by the author I saw, Sue Frederick, book -Bridges To Heaven based on my wandering, and sharing. One who just happened to be visiting here the day after the workshop, went home with the copy of the workshop. The two of them are sharing with each other. It is beautiful, compassionate, they were ready to reach out for a deeper understanding of their deep, devastating losses. Brave. Much fresher wounds than mine.
Both, also, reading a book I gave to each of them, Testimony of Light: An Extraordinary Message of Life After Death by Helen Greaves. I shared a little tentatively - it was like lighting a match to kindling - so open, curious, ready, I would say I had no idea, yet, something allowed me to share.
So, I was pondering why share old grief publicly, isn't that a bit like sharing one's dirty laundry. Perhaps. While I waffle internally about the "publicness" of what perhaps should be a private matter, I push on anyway, why? Don't know, don't know. But it is an internal push. I scary thought arose right now that said it is an effort to be known, to be truly known. Oh, heavy sigh. Maybe. Scary thought. Can't say yes or no at the moment. I am clenched my jaw LOL, and leaving it here for now.
― William Shakespeare, Macbeth
So my experience in going to the "wrong" class - Grief Recovery, has been another type of fascinating journey. At the moment person is reading the book written by the author I saw, Sue Frederick, book -Bridges To Heaven based on my wandering, and sharing. One who just happened to be visiting here the day after the workshop, went home with the copy of the workshop. The two of them are sharing with each other. It is beautiful, compassionate, they were ready to reach out for a deeper understanding of their deep, devastating losses. Brave. Much fresher wounds than mine.
Both, also, reading a book I gave to each of them, Testimony of Light: An Extraordinary Message of Life After Death by Helen Greaves. I shared a little tentatively - it was like lighting a match to kindling - so open, curious, ready, I would say I had no idea, yet, something allowed me to share.
So, I was pondering why share old grief publicly, isn't that a bit like sharing one's dirty laundry. Perhaps. While I waffle internally about the "publicness" of what perhaps should be a private matter, I push on anyway, why? Don't know, don't know. But it is an internal push. I scary thought arose right now that said it is an effort to be known, to be truly known. Oh, heavy sigh. Maybe. Scary thought. Can't say yes or no at the moment. I am clenched my jaw LOL, and leaving it here for now.
And I Am Doing It Well
This is just pure fun, bragging I guess - I have continued to visit a new park, trail, garden or similar Parks & Rec Location, etc. everyday since December 23 last year. While I was attempting any specific number of parks, today was the 500th difference location visited on the trek, pilgrimage, quest.
500 - Dr. Martin Luther King, Jr. Memorial Park (Seattle Central District)
"An individual has not started living until he can rise above the narrow confines of his individualistic
concerns to the broader concerns of all humanity." - (written as) The Words of Martin Luther King, Jr.
When someone queried me, "How many days have you missed?' I said none. I know I was surprised, too. I will continue to wonder as well if I will meet the first stated goal of a different place everyday, or the second of a park/garden everyday. . .pretty amazing. . . and pretty darn fun, fascinating, expansive, and beautiful.
“It is good to have an end to journey toward; but it is the journey that matters, in the end.”
― Ernest Hemingway
All everywhere, I go on this journey, I find myself saying "Look at this", wow "Look at that", "Cool", or "Huh, what in the world is that???" All is fun, enlivening, inspiring.
Oh, yes, I remember I was going to say again as it still holds true, over 700 places now, still rare to see people on cell phones/ipods in parks, do see ipods phones on trails more. See lots of dads with kids, see lots of happy kids, lots of playing, joy, happy people with dogs, happy dogs, lots of people out there walking, talking, riding, paddling, and still reading real paper books, but, also, ebooks, enjoying the sun, rain and wind.
Going to these places does reinforce there are plenty of people out enjoying the world.
My mind wanders to where will I go tomorrow . . . not decided yet. . .
500 - Dr. Martin Luther King, Jr. Memorial Park (Seattle Central District)
"An individual has not started living until he can rise above the narrow confines of his individualistic
concerns to the broader concerns of all humanity." - (written as) The Words of Martin Luther King, Jr.
When someone queried me, "How many days have you missed?' I said none. I know I was surprised, too. I will continue to wonder as well if I will meet the first stated goal of a different place everyday, or the second of a park/garden everyday. . .pretty amazing. . . and pretty darn fun, fascinating, expansive, and beautiful.
“It is good to have an end to journey toward; but it is the journey that matters, in the end.”
― Ernest Hemingway
All everywhere, I go on this journey, I find myself saying "Look at this", wow "Look at that", "Cool", or "Huh, what in the world is that???" All is fun, enlivening, inspiring.
Oh, yes, I remember I was going to say again as it still holds true, over 700 places now, still rare to see people on cell phones/ipods in parks, do see ipods phones on trails more. See lots of dads with kids, see lots of happy kids, lots of playing, joy, happy people with dogs, happy dogs, lots of people out there walking, talking, riding, paddling, and still reading real paper books, but, also, ebooks, enjoying the sun, rain and wind.
Going to these places does reinforce there are plenty of people out enjoying the world.
My mind wanders to where will I go tomorrow . . . not decided yet. . .
Monday, October 14, 2013
Have A Beautiful Happy Thanksgiving
from the Washington Post
Uncomfortable with Columbus Day? Celebrate Canadian Thanksgiving instead
By Max Fisher
October 14 at 12:33 pm
Christopher Columbus (The Ocean Blues. THE WASHINGTON POST LIBRARY)
Today is Columbus Day here in the United States and in much of Latin America and the Caribbean, a holiday marking the Italian explorer's arrival in the new world in 1492. Increasingly, it's also a day where we awkwardly reflect on Christopher Columbus's other legacy: as a tyrannical abuser of the people he met in the Caribbean. There's also the fact that he never actually visited the continental Americas.
If you feel uncomfortable celebrating a guy who did terrible things to native people in the new world, particularly given that Columbus's arrival preceded even more terrible things done to native Americans and that the United States has yet to fully confront that ugly legacy, then look to the north. Look to Canada!
Canada is one of the few countries here in the western hemisphere that does not celebrate any version of Columbus Day. Canadians are marking a holiday today, but it's a different one: Canadian Thanksgiving. Or, as it's known in Canada, Thanksgiving.
Uncomfortable with Columbus Day? Celebrate Canadian Thanksgiving instead
By Max Fisher
October 14 at 12:33 pm
Christopher Columbus (The Ocean Blues. THE WASHINGTON POST LIBRARY)
Today is Columbus Day here in the United States and in much of Latin America and the Caribbean, a holiday marking the Italian explorer's arrival in the new world in 1492. Increasingly, it's also a day where we awkwardly reflect on Christopher Columbus's other legacy: as a tyrannical abuser of the people he met in the Caribbean. There's also the fact that he never actually visited the continental Americas.
If you feel uncomfortable celebrating a guy who did terrible things to native people in the new world, particularly given that Columbus's arrival preceded even more terrible things done to native Americans and that the United States has yet to fully confront that ugly legacy, then look to the north. Look to Canada!
Canada is one of the few countries here in the western hemisphere that does not celebrate any version of Columbus Day. Canadians are marking a holiday today, but it's a different one: Canadian Thanksgiving. Or, as it's known in Canada, Thanksgiving.
Saturday, October 12, 2013
Overwhelm
“But there was a special kind of gift that came with embracing the chaos, even if I cursed most of the way. I'm convinced that, when everything is wiped blank, it's life 's way of forcing you to become acquainted with and aware of who you are now, who you can become. What is the fulfillment of your soul?” - Jennifer DeLucy
Still processing information, arising thoughts from the Grief Recovery Workshop.
Funny how the visual pictures of death I can't shake are 3 of my dogs - wow - I didn't even get until I typed this now. Of course, those were they were the only ones I saw dead.
I opened my mouth to talk about Misty i could not say her name. Another beautiful soul, Chai kept appearing. Chai named long before I heard heard or saw the word. A shepherd mix pressed on me when I had no intention of having another dog. My Star, a collie mix dying still too fresh, and not a story I can tell here (Hmmm there was another woman in this workshop grieving for her dog, Star).
Take this dog or he goes to the Human Society. Yes, I took it as take him or he dies, this new little life.
Chai grew large rambunctious scared the hell out of my neighbors, escaped too often. I would run out to find him with his paws on someone's shoulder, looking them in eyes. Not biting, not attacking, but greeting, being curious. He disappeared never to be seen again. I wondered as the roommate I had at the time made multiple sarcastic threats about turning him into puppy stew . . . I regret not hearing enough in time. . . pretty sure she got rid of him . . . I so hope somehow, somewhere he got to live the rest of this life with good people.
My Misty was the hardest, she had a hard life before she came to me. A gorgeous, sensitive shepherd wolf mix (people stopped their cars more to got out, and asked me to tell them about her). Picked up as a puppy by someone who came to live with me, she escaped being locked in a house that was purposefully set on fire by someone unwell, the same person had tried to run her down with a car.
Misty was left with me when her owner moved, along with Lady, a beautiful full-size collie (who died in her sleep pretty much after her owner left).
Misty was so skitterish that a back-fire from a car or a slammed door could find me with a huge dog on my lap. An even slightly raised voice or a suggestion to move just caused her to cling to me as tight as possible.
It was a long road to a calm relationship. I am just now feeling teary, well am teary, as I think I might have missed how much she was there to teach me about gentleness. I did come to love her deeply. Almost lost her to flea anemia, she had go through blood transfusions, but managed to survive, and recover.
Then one year I was laid off from my job of 9 years, mom died, dad died, I sold the house I was living in.
Someone I hardly knew, except for meditation class, shared that she had big house, lots of room, she really hated living alone. She just wished she had a roommate, she didn't even need to charge rent, she had plenty of money, a vet with her own practice.
Well, people knowing my situation looked between her and me. Seemed like a perfect fit. I moved in with her.
Misty had a problem with her leg while this vet was on vacation. She was misdiagnosed as a having a minor problem by the vet filling in.
In the end, she actually had cancer, and had to have her leg amputated. It was a very hard round of finding how many people don't think dogs have real feelings. "She won't mind her leg being cut off". Not that I believed them, but seemed so alive otherwise. Oh, did she ever mind oh God, she did. She, also, taught me a little about telepathy with animals. Definitely crying now. She died while we were living there. My dog, Jenari Nikia,sweet black lab died something like two years later after we had moved, settled in a new place of our own, and my life stabilized again.
Sue Frederick mentioned more than once in the workshop the soul agreements we make to go through, line up events that will break our hearts open. Indeed.
Thank you to my blessed animal teachers, including Star, Misty, Chai, Lady, Jen - did my best
Still processing information, arising thoughts from the Grief Recovery Workshop.
Funny how the visual pictures of death I can't shake are 3 of my dogs - wow - I didn't even get until I typed this now. Of course, those were they were the only ones I saw dead.
I opened my mouth to talk about Misty i could not say her name. Another beautiful soul, Chai kept appearing. Chai named long before I heard heard or saw the word. A shepherd mix pressed on me when I had no intention of having another dog. My Star, a collie mix dying still too fresh, and not a story I can tell here (Hmmm there was another woman in this workshop grieving for her dog, Star).
Take this dog or he goes to the Human Society. Yes, I took it as take him or he dies, this new little life.
Chai grew large rambunctious scared the hell out of my neighbors, escaped too often. I would run out to find him with his paws on someone's shoulder, looking them in eyes. Not biting, not attacking, but greeting, being curious. He disappeared never to be seen again. I wondered as the roommate I had at the time made multiple sarcastic threats about turning him into puppy stew . . . I regret not hearing enough in time. . . pretty sure she got rid of him . . . I so hope somehow, somewhere he got to live the rest of this life with good people.
My Misty was the hardest, she had a hard life before she came to me. A gorgeous, sensitive shepherd wolf mix (people stopped their cars more to got out, and asked me to tell them about her). Picked up as a puppy by someone who came to live with me, she escaped being locked in a house that was purposefully set on fire by someone unwell, the same person had tried to run her down with a car.
Misty was left with me when her owner moved, along with Lady, a beautiful full-size collie (who died in her sleep pretty much after her owner left).
Misty was so skitterish that a back-fire from a car or a slammed door could find me with a huge dog on my lap. An even slightly raised voice or a suggestion to move just caused her to cling to me as tight as possible.
It was a long road to a calm relationship. I am just now feeling teary, well am teary, as I think I might have missed how much she was there to teach me about gentleness. I did come to love her deeply. Almost lost her to flea anemia, she had go through blood transfusions, but managed to survive, and recover.
Then one year I was laid off from my job of 9 years, mom died, dad died, I sold the house I was living in.
Someone I hardly knew, except for meditation class, shared that she had big house, lots of room, she really hated living alone. She just wished she had a roommate, she didn't even need to charge rent, she had plenty of money, a vet with her own practice.
Well, people knowing my situation looked between her and me. Seemed like a perfect fit. I moved in with her.
Misty had a problem with her leg while this vet was on vacation. She was misdiagnosed as a having a minor problem by the vet filling in.
In the end, she actually had cancer, and had to have her leg amputated. It was a very hard round of finding how many people don't think dogs have real feelings. "She won't mind her leg being cut off". Not that I believed them, but seemed so alive otherwise. Oh, did she ever mind oh God, she did. She, also, taught me a little about telepathy with animals. Definitely crying now. She died while we were living there. My dog, Jenari Nikia,sweet black lab died something like two years later after we had moved, settled in a new place of our own, and my life stabilized again.
Sue Frederick mentioned more than once in the workshop the soul agreements we make to go through, line up events that will break our hearts open. Indeed.
Thank you to my blessed animal teachers, including Star, Misty, Chai, Lady, Jen - did my best
Friday, October 11, 2013
Sunday, October 6, 2013
Learning
I intend or would like to write on the blog a little more often. However, I may not be writing or reading emails for f a couple of days, not sure at the moment. The Grief Workshop, of course, was a profound experience I am processing still.
There is something about a fully open, compassionate soul(in this case Sue Fredericks) kneeling looking deeply into your soul as I shared what I will now call my "tangled" beliefs, and being accepted and met with the kindest open present caring, "Oh honey, you don't really believe that
do you?" Watching her with other people, I will have to say she physically touched some of them, and embraced them with her whole being energetically. I don't even know for sure if she physically touched me, I think I was caught in crying to hard, and struggling with insights. I only know I was deeply heard, and healed at levels I may not understand. Now being me, I have to integrate and ponder it all. The tangled knot has unraveled into some interesting unlikely and or forgotten paths.
wow, in 2 seconds I was guided to quote that fits more than I would have thought.
“I think of myself as an intelligent, sensitive human being with the soul of a clown which always forces me to blow it at the most important moments.” Jim Morrison
There is something about a fully open, compassionate soul(in this case Sue Fredericks) kneeling looking deeply into your soul as I shared what I will now call my "tangled" beliefs, and being accepted and met with the kindest open present caring, "Oh honey, you don't really believe that
do you?" Watching her with other people, I will have to say she physically touched some of them, and embraced them with her whole being energetically. I don't even know for sure if she physically touched me, I think I was caught in crying to hard, and struggling with insights. I only know I was deeply heard, and healed at levels I may not understand. Now being me, I have to integrate and ponder it all. The tangled knot has unraveled into some interesting unlikely and or forgotten paths.
wow, in 2 seconds I was guided to quote that fits more than I would have thought.
“I think of myself as an intelligent, sensitive human being with the soul of a clown which always forces me to blow it at the most important moments.” Jim Morrison
Saturday, October 5, 2013
Interesting Confusions
My question arising from today's meditation was "Why would you want to chose being close to "God" over being closer to your own self, your own soul? Hmmm, of yeah. Huh, I do not know.
Some part of my brain/ego asked in such a flat tone "Is this some sort of epiphany". The reply sounded vaguely like "Not yet" And the whole moved from a quiet meditation to me busting out laughing. . . the beginning of my day.
Well, I so wanted to remain home tonight. However, that nagging feeling that should be going out remained. Well, there was someone speaking at East West Bookshop that like but at sure I felt called to see. Ok, I give, and I went.
Surprise, did something I am not sure I have ever done, showed up for the "wrong" class. My clue was when the woman asked me if I wanted to get a copy of the book, too. But Lauren hasn't written a book. . .
So where did I end up seeing Sue Frederick talking about Healing From Grief. Yes, there was a deep sense of being in the right place. A short time into the talk she mentioned seeing one of the Lakota Elders, minutes late she mentioned knowing author I like, responded with deep compassion to a raw, grieving soul.
So I decided to attend her workshop tomorrow though I will have to leave early . . . I asked her if I could attended, leave early without disturbing the process for others. Well, the answer was yes, and she will be sure to work with me personally before I leave. (Ah, mmm, I was just coming to listen to this one)
I don't feel that I have suffered more losses than most of my friends, actually far less. One expects in this society that one's pets, one's parents, one's grandparents will likely die. Mine have. The unexpected death of a friend, and one of a co-work came to mind. Yet, there is still a heaviness there.
Regardless, it appears this is where I need to go, a place I am called to be.
Just because it was a day for shifts, the last one happened at Whole Foods. If you told any of my friends you were going to invite my over for a salmon dinner, they might kindly tell you I don't eat fish. Pretty, I would tell you I can't tolerate eating fish.
So the internal urging to peruse the fish section, sigh, bought an I don't think so. Neither did I appreciate the urging to have some fish for dinner. However, there I was in the fish section,
purchased some maple syrup smoked salmon chunks. But this doesn't mean you are getting me to eat them for dinner.
Oh, holy cow or holy fish - this has never happened either. They packed the dinner I got from the hot bar, the not fish what I want to eat dinner, in the bottom of one of my bags of groceries. They always ask, and I normally grab it aside. Where was I when this happened. We didn't even know which bag it was in. Bet you can guess what was in plain sight at the top of the first bag.
Though they may not ever be my first choice for dinner, the salmon chunks were good enough I could eat them again. And indeed, they seemed to be what my body wanted.
“Grief does not change you, Hazel. It reveals you.” John Green
Some part of my brain/ego asked in such a flat tone "Is this some sort of epiphany". The reply sounded vaguely like "Not yet" And the whole moved from a quiet meditation to me busting out laughing. . . the beginning of my day.
Well, I so wanted to remain home tonight. However, that nagging feeling that should be going out remained. Well, there was someone speaking at East West Bookshop that like but at sure I felt called to see. Ok, I give, and I went.
Surprise, did something I am not sure I have ever done, showed up for the "wrong" class. My clue was when the woman asked me if I wanted to get a copy of the book, too. But Lauren hasn't written a book. . .
So where did I end up seeing Sue Frederick talking about Healing From Grief. Yes, there was a deep sense of being in the right place. A short time into the talk she mentioned seeing one of the Lakota Elders, minutes late she mentioned knowing author I like, responded with deep compassion to a raw, grieving soul.
So I decided to attend her workshop tomorrow though I will have to leave early . . . I asked her if I could attended, leave early without disturbing the process for others. Well, the answer was yes, and she will be sure to work with me personally before I leave. (Ah, mmm, I was just coming to listen to this one)
I don't feel that I have suffered more losses than most of my friends, actually far less. One expects in this society that one's pets, one's parents, one's grandparents will likely die. Mine have. The unexpected death of a friend, and one of a co-work came to mind. Yet, there is still a heaviness there.
Regardless, it appears this is where I need to go, a place I am called to be.
Just because it was a day for shifts, the last one happened at Whole Foods. If you told any of my friends you were going to invite my over for a salmon dinner, they might kindly tell you I don't eat fish. Pretty, I would tell you I can't tolerate eating fish.
So the internal urging to peruse the fish section, sigh, bought an I don't think so. Neither did I appreciate the urging to have some fish for dinner. However, there I was in the fish section,
purchased some maple syrup smoked salmon chunks. But this doesn't mean you are getting me to eat them for dinner.
Oh, holy cow or holy fish - this has never happened either. They packed the dinner I got from the hot bar, the not fish what I want to eat dinner, in the bottom of one of my bags of groceries. They always ask, and I normally grab it aside. Where was I when this happened. We didn't even know which bag it was in. Bet you can guess what was in plain sight at the top of the first bag.
Though they may not ever be my first choice for dinner, the salmon chunks were good enough I could eat them again. And indeed, they seemed to be what my body wanted.
“Grief does not change you, Hazel. It reveals you.” John Green
Friday, October 4, 2013
Charles Street
Charles Street End Park on Lake Washington
Wonderful place to sit and watch the lake, and a bonus, the house next door to the park had a De Havilland Seaplane (a Beaver I think). I was proud of myself for being able to tell it had a different shape . . . of course had to read the name. . .
Time for listening to the water, I became fascinated that is such a small place the water hitting the shore could have so many different sounds from the almost silent rolling to plunks, filled with a lot sloshing, slapping, lapping, and even a little trickling in between. Yes, a word day.
(hmm I have seen pocket parks, community parks, city parks, mini parks, private parks, triangles, places, trails, walks, overviews, viewpoints, county parks, state parks, garden, arboretums, piers, docks, walkways, boat access, playgrounds, tidelands, playfields, P-Patches, plazas, centers, forests, off leash dog parks, ravines, moorages. . .)
Poetry Arising
10-03-13 - Thursday
feeling gratitude
grounded, new day
off to the unknown
10.02.13
waiting for awareness
glimmering in the distance
mind too busy with visions
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space between "God" & I lessening
oh, wait there is no space is
the space is "God" too, right?
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space disappears
ideas topple
back in flow
10.01.13
flame crawls
climbs sage
restive animal
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love pours in like liquid soap
soft, smooth slow
then bubbles into joy
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liquid, solid, fluid
which am i
perhaps all three
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and what, indeed, would we be without the spaces in between . . . (congealed?)
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9.30.13
unseen currents
branches of flow
fire liquid sunrise
9.29.13
where does the smoke go
rising up, swirling ballet
no lingering so purposeful
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fall chilled room
small hums of urbanity
soft blanket comfort
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smells of foresty shampoo
mingling with Nepalese incense
mouth remembering chai
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whimsical fun, moving word
can almost see it dance
what does it conjure for you?
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rushing not part of me
meandering yes, wandering
nomad? sounds to purposeful
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part of me wanders ahead
what will be next years adventure
wait, slow to the delicious now
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two blanket meditation
holy fabric of comfort
flowing molded fit
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ode to a blanket
sweet unacknowledged hero
bless you giving existence
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9.28.13
glimpses of greatness
unfurled hands
opening hearts
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lands await
body weary
heart employed
9.27.13
life arises in so many forms
savoring fog, mist, smoke
fleeting, temporal ungraspable
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