Not a Journey

Monday, March 27, 2017 No tags Permalink

Alan Watts & David Lindberg – Why Your Life Is Not A Journey from David Lindberg on Vimeo.

Wait. What? Life isn’t a journey? That’s so contrary to most of our life teaching. Alan Watts’ basic message is that our cultural conditioning and standardized system of “education” keeps us in a rat race. From kindergarten to high school, college to graduate school, to career promotions to…retirement in old age.

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Mona Lisas and Mad Hatters

Sunday, March 26, 2017 No tags Permalink

It was Sir Elton’s birthday the yesterday, so my Amazon music was playing some of his albums He’s one of my all-time favorite artists. I saw him in concert a few years ago, and he was amazing. Full of energy and quite gracious, not the diva he’s been portrayed to be. Perhaps he’s mellowed with age. 😆 Although this is one of his lesser-known songs, it’s one of my personal favorites.

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Weekend Plans

Saturday, March 25, 2017 No tags Permalink

Yes, this looks good to me. I just need a “Snoopy” to cuddle with and I’m all set. ☺️ I’m not feeling my usual weekend surge of “let’s get stuff done”.  I’m not feeling bad, on the contrary, I feel relaxed. That’s what enough sleep and plenty of fresh air will do for me.

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Your Hands {Poetry}

Tuesday, March 21, 2017 No tags Permalink

 

 

When your hands go out,
love, toward mine,
what do they bring me flying?
Why did they stop
at my mouth, suddenly,
why do I recognize them
as if them, before,
I had touched them,
as if before they existed
they had passed over
my forehead, my waist?

Their softness came
flying over time,
over the sea, over the smoke,
over the spring,
and when you placed
your hands on my chest,
I recognized those golden
dove wings,
I recognized that clay
and that color of wheat.

All the years of my life
I walked around looking for them.
I went up the stairs,
I crossed the roads,
trains carried me,
waters brought me,
and in the skin of the grapes
I thought I touched you.
The wood suddenly
brought me your touch,
the almond announced to me
your secret softness,
until your hands
closed on my chest
and there like two wings
they ended their journey.

-Pablo Neruda

Reasons to Stay Alive

Monday, March 20, 2017 No tags Permalink

The World is increasingly designed to depress us. Happiness isn’t very good for the economy. If we were happy with what we had, why would we need more? How do you sell an anti-ageing moisturizers? You make someone worry about ageing. How do you get people to vote for a political party? You make them worry about immigration. How do you get them to buy insurance? By making them worry about everything. How do you get them to have plastic surgery? By highlighting their physical flaws. How do you get them to watch a TV show? By making them worry about missing out. How do you get them to buy a new smartphone? By making them feel like they are being left behind. To be calm becomes a kind of revolutionary act. To be happy with your own non-upgraded existence. To be comfortable with our messy, human selves, would not be good for business.

 

“How to stop time: kiss.
How to travel in time: read.
How to escape time: music.
How to feel time: write.
How to release time: breathe.”
― Matt Haig, Reasons to Stay Alive

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Beautiful

Friday, March 17, 2017 No tags Permalink

Beauty is not in the face; beauty is a light in the heart.
-Khalil Gibran

How do you explain this thing where love comes one day and takes your life back, and suddenly you can’t remember what you found so interesting about before, because you are here and I am here and have you ever seen a world so beautiful as this?

So Much More Than That {Poetry}

Tuesday, March 14, 2017 No tags Permalink

“i want to apologize to all the women
i have called pretty.
before i’ve called them intelligent or brave.
i am sorry i made it sound as though
something as simple as what you’re born with
is the most you have to be proud of
when your spirit has crushed mountains
from now on i will say things like, you are resilient
or, you are extraordinary.
not because i don’t think you’re pretty.
but because you are so much more than that”

-Rupi Kaur

Dazzle of the Day {Poetry}

Tuesday, March 14, 2017 No tags Permalink

Enough now of the wet eyes of winter.
Not one single tear.
Hour by hour, green is beginning,
the essential season, leaf by leaf,
until, by spring’s name, we are summoned
to take part in its joy.

How wonderful, its eternal openness,
clean air, the promise of flower,
the full moon leaving
its calling card in the foliage,
men and women trailing from the beach
with a wet basket of shifting silver.

Like love, like a medal,
I welcome it,
I take it all in,
from south, from north, from violins,
from dogs,
lemons, clay,
from newly liberated air,
machines smelling of mystery,
storm-colored shopping,
everything I need:
orange blossoms, string,
grapes like topazes,
the whiff of waves.
I gather it up
endlessly,
effortlessly,
I breathe.

I dry my shirt in the wind,
and my opened heart.
The sky falls
and falls.
From my glass,
I drink
pure joy.

~ Pablo Neruda

Water {Poetry}

Tuesday, March 7, 2017 No tags Permalink

When they ask you why you love the rain, the ocean, the river,

tell them it is because unlike the people who should have loved you better,

the water was never afraid to touch you;

even when you were at your most damaged and broken.

-Nikita Gill

More on Self Care

Thursday, March 2, 2017 No tags Permalink

Resisting and ignoring your own feelings and emotions does not serve you. It leads to stress, illness, confusion, broken relationships, fits of anger and bouts of deep, dark depression. Anyone who’s experienced any of the above knows that these states of mind are horrifically unhealthy… and when you’re in the habit of self-neglect, it’s nearly impossible to escape.

Refuse to ignore your inner siren any longer. Refuse to neglect yourself. Choose to take up lot of space in your own life. Choose to give yourself permission to meet your own needs. Choose to honor your feelings and emotions. Choose to make self-care a top priority.

Here are a few simple ways to choose yourself today:

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In My Sky at Twilight {Poetry}

Tuesday, February 28, 2017 No tags Permalink

In my sky at twilight you are like a cloud

and your form and color are the way I love them.

You are mine, mine, woman with sweet lips

and in your life my infinite dreams live.

The lamp of my soul dyes your feet,

the sour wine is sweeter on your lips,

oh reaper of my evening song,

how solitary dreams believe you to be mine!

You are mine, mine, I go shouting it to the afternoon’s

wind, and the wind hauls on my widowed voice.

Huntress of the depth of my eyes, your plunder

stills your nocturnal regard as though it were water.

You are taken in the net of my music, my love,

and my nets of music are wide as the sky.

My soul is born on the shore of your eyes of mourning.

In your eyes of mourning the land of dreams begin.

Something New

Friday, February 24, 2017 No tags Permalink

I’m about to start on a new training program: Epic Ass. Yes, that’s really the name. 😉 It’s a hyperthrophy program, with high volume and reps, that runs 6 days a week. Thankfully, it’s only 60 days long. This time, I’ll be sure to take before photos and measurements. I trust my coach completely, she is awesome! I just know I will need to be mindful of eating properly to fuel this and getting lots of sleep to recover. The program also includes a mobility and flexibly aspect, which I think is essential.

I’m also shifting my focus on cardio. I used to dread it. I would think about how boring it was, how much it hurt, I’d watch the clock etc. I’m changing  my mindset to use it for improved mental clarity and it’s changing everything.

I’m really excited to have a challenge and try something new.

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Amor {Poetry}

Tuesday, February 21, 2017 Permalink

So many days, oh so many days
seeing you so tangible and so close,
how do I pay, with what do I pay?

The bloodthirsty spring
has awakened in the woods.
The foxes start from their earths,
the serpents drink the dew,
and I go with you in the leaves
between the pines and the silence,
asking myself how and when
I will have to pay for my luck.

Of everything I have seen,
it’s you I want to go on seeing:
of everything I’ve touched,
it’s your flesh I want to go on touching.
I love your orange laughter.
I am moved by the sight of you sleeping.

What am I to do, love, loved one?
I don’t know how others love
or how people loved in the past.
I live, watching you, loving you.
Being in love is my nature.

You please me more each afternoon.

Where is she? I keep on asking
if your eyes disappear.
How long she’s taking! I think, and I’m hurt.
I feel poor, foolish and sad,
and you arrive and you are lightning
glancing off the peach trees.

That’s why I love you and yet not why.
There are so many reasons, and yet so few,
for love has to be so,
involving and general,
particular and terrifying,
joyful and grieving,
flowering like the stars,
and measureless as a kiss.

That’s why I love you and yet not why.
There are so many reasons, and yet so few,
for love has to be so,
involving and general,
particular and terrifying,
joyful and grieving,
flowering like the stars,
and measureless as a kiss.
— Pablo Neruda

Privilege

Monday, February 20, 2017 No tags Permalink

Those that have must bear the moral responsibility for those who have not. Whether it be food, shelter or equality. We are our brother’s keeper. The survival of a Democracy depends on staying involved in politics.The privileged have a responsibility to help those who are less fortunate, for whatever reason, to get the tools they need to be aware of what goes on “in politics.” I think the general electorate is very capable of understanding what’s going on politically but they sometimes need a leg-up to get the impetus to vote. That’s what privilege is about.

We need to understand that “staying out of politics” or being “sick of politics” is privilege in action. Privilege allows you to live a non-political existence. Your wealth, your race, your abilities, or your gender allows you to live a life in which you’ll likely not be a target of bigotry, attacks, deportation, or genocide. You don’t want to get political, you don’t want to fight, because your life and safety are not at stake.

Yes, it’s hard and it’s exhausting to bring up issues of oppression (a.k.a. “get political”). Yes, the fighting is tiring. I get it. But if you find politics to be annoying and just want everyone to “be nice”, please remember that there are people who are literally fighting for their safety and their lives. You may not see it, but that’s what privilege does.

The price of apathy towards public affairs is to be ruled by evil men. -Plato

Peggy McIntosh wrote in her now famous essay, White Privilege: Unpacking the Invisible Knapsack  “White privilege is like an invisible weightless knapsack of special provisions, maps, passports, codebooks, visas, clothes, tools and blank checks.”

Listening

Wednesday, February 15, 2017 No tags Permalink

You do not have to push yourself into the practice of meditation, but just let be. If you practice in this way, a feeling of space and ventilation automatically comes. It is the expression of the buddha nature or basic intelligence that is working its way through confusion.

Excerpted from:
The Four Noble Truths, Chögyam Trungpa Rinpoche

Listening speaks one of our deepest needs: to be understood or to feel understood. Yes, we might like people to agree with us, take our side, but it is a great gift when we feel that the person understands us, even if the person does not agree with us. It shows the person cares. It develops trust. It connects us. Most of the successful people I’ve known are the ones who do more listening than talking. One of the most sincere forms of respect is actually listening to what another has to say. Truly listen to others and to the universe.  When we actively listen with an open heart and open mind, we’re often surprised at what we learn.

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