In the past, distractions, lack of focus and procrastination have kept me blocked from attaining my goals. I would get side tracked and discouraged. I lacked drive.
Today, I am inspired and task oriented. My actions match my desires. I put the work in to make it happen.
What is it you truly want? Are you working towards it or away from it? Why?
Abandon attachment to results and expectations to attain peace or be bound to it.
It is truly difficult to on the one hand have goals and on the other, not expect certain outcomes. For me what works best is to keep working towards a dream but allow it to unfold in its own way and time. I do the footwork and then just see what happens.
There is enough in life that requires my instant and undivided attention and action to resolve like the flood we had inside our home and the subsequent fall out of things to do.
I teach Restorative Yoga with blankets, blocks, straps and bolsters. We use modifications and stay in one position for up to ten minutes, allowing the tissues, bones and muscles to release with depth. I remind my yoga students to get comfortable because the difference between bliss or torture can be off just one eighth of an inch. It is the same with our attitude. Whatever circumstance we find ourselves in, it is our responses that inflict pain or joy in the psyche.
We interpret and transform according to how we engage in our surroundings. Each moment, each challenge and every single twenty-four-hour period, is an opportunity to be our best selves. We treat our environment and others with the same way we behave towards ourselves.
No matter where we come from or whom are parents are, it is our task therefore to educate ourselves about the world and ripen into a modern maturity.
I come from a long line of alarming chicken littles’. And then I wonder why I suffer anxiety attacks?
Recently, we had a sewage flood in our home; I sobbed when I thought my pooch might have been infected with dirty bacteria laden water.
The headaches, the debris and the aftermath of the lake inside my house from a broken main line sent me spinning. After a few hours, I pulled on my big girl panties, strapped on my heavy-duty workout bra and got to work.
The good news was my dog and my house cleared the contamination check.
It is just a matter of time, investigation, expense and work. No one got hurt. This is not a tragedy. It is fixable. This is not a dollar problem, I told myself. It is a penny problem. And life happens when you are making plans. It is an inconvenience, a glitch and an intrusion, not a funereal calamity.
Ironically, I was contemplating sending my laundry out to a service and now I must. Be careful what you wish or pray for. You are sure to get it.
The silver lining is that now we know who the haters are. And we don’t have to play nice anymore. Sharpen your claws, pussycats. Oh you have woken up many wild souls!
According to a Washington Post reporter of over thirty years, her favorite sign she noticed and quoted was – You thought I was a nasty woman before? Well, Buckle up Buttercup!
Even though my own plans to march were thwarted by our flood, plumbing and mainline repairs, I watched every minute I could and it took me out of our home maintenance problems by diverting and focusing my attention onto bigger issues. Instead of worrying over our own disaster, I was pumped up by the number of people all over the world that peacefully supported freedom.
Thank you
I am not alone
Seeds of faith are always within us; sometimes it takes a crisis to nourish and encourage their growth. – Susan L. Taylor
As sad and incomprehensible today is, I believe it is a call to action, a chance to rise out of our complacency and an opportunity to share strength through Unity. And so it is.
I wanted to be a rebel rouser all my life and at last I can be if I grab the last of my hidden, submerged power not repress it. It is revitalizing the juices !!
A new women’s revolution is taking place. I want to be a part of it. Men are included.
Have you seen the new National Geographic? It is about gender.
There is a human transformation taking place and women (of course) are leading the way. We have been great organizers, delegators, team players and life supporters since the beginning of time.
Not only do we ache to be heard, we must move forward not backward in our expanding awareness both internally and externally.
The political atmosphere is a call to action and it has created a tidal wave of women surging forth. I am not hysterical – I am enthusiastic. I don’t snoop – I investigate. I am not a bitch – I am assertive. These are just 3 examples of how SYNTAX or labels have kept us down. Or so they thought.
“The times they are a-changing” as Bob Dylan once wrote. But we need even more.
Maybe ignorance IS bliss because being with, or around, someone who is in constant mind blowing expansion must be intimidating.
I believe love rules. But I also believe it takes a lot of good people to make or cause change all though we only need one bad apple to spoil the bunch.
I sense we express our souls through any creative means we can get our hands on, since time began. I visualize cave drawings, goddess sculptures chipped away by crude tools, coarse baskets weaved with ancient, extinct plants, and rudimentary bowls to gather supposed seeds, nuts and small fruits like berries. It is all art.
I am of the persuasion there is divine guidance, and that personally, I have been graced with miracles over and over.
Three years ago today, we met Cindi in person and adopted her with trepidation. “Who saved who?” is a familiar question rescued pets seem to pose to owners. We are such lucky people. She is truly our emotional support dog. Now we get it.
For the story on Cindi, check out previous posts by typing in Cindi into the search box.