Showing posts with label blessing. Show all posts
Showing posts with label blessing. Show all posts

Tuesday, May 19, 2015

This is My Life

There was a moment today when I was balancing yoga-style on one leg in the kitchen, eating cookie dough, drinking afternoon coffee and carrying on a conversation with my husband in which he was helping me grieve the recent breaking off of an inappropriate attachment I had formed with another guy.

Beautiful in its surreality, this snapshot kind of captures the strange balance of what healthy means to me:
Taking care of each other.
Taking care of yourself.
Stretchy pants or no pants.
Facing conflict dead on like adults.
Cookie dough on a day of tears or whenever.
Coffee when you don't get to sleep.
Reaching for the phone immediately when I'm overcome by sadness.
Gratitude that the man I married can be such a good friend to me even when he is hurting.
Faith, true faith, that we will be okay no matter what happens, because the path we are on is one toward greater authenticity.
My health is my faith in listening to God's voice in my heart, my instinct, and acknowledging the truth and in trusting those more than any other social pressures or distortions.
Health is gaining more confidence by the minute.
Health is laughing to the point of tears in a conversation I feared earlier today.

My healthy is feeling:
Grateful for having blinders lifted.
Grateful for truth.
Grateful for honesty.
Grateful for seeing more and more of the true colors, because behind most rainbows, there are still clouds.  Sometimes the dazzle of the colors gets in the way.
Grateful for the size of my problems.
Grateful for moments of joy that I will carry in my heart like diamonds.

I know I've not been the greatest person ever lately.  But I also find great comfort in not hiding from the truth of it all-- good and bad-- because it will allow me to step forward with greater resolve and gratitude and joy.  No more dysfunction.  No more pussy-footin'.  Give me a life of bravery!  I'm ready to run  FLY!

This is an oddly celebratory post and I get that.  But you know what I'm learning?  The power of facing things head on is even greater than I ever realized.  The power of owning my shit and owning my shine.  I'm not callous, but real.  And this evening, I am choosing to clothe myself in strength and dignity and I am allowing Christ's mercy and peace to fill me and I am laughing at the future... which reminds me

Today these verses have been in my head and while I know I've fallen short of an ideal wife in a lot of ways, I look at this and know that I'm also doing a lot of things right.  And that those number far greater than the things I've done wrong.  I like how literally so many of these lines are true of the life I've cultivated, particularly all of the bits about doing work with hands.
10 An excellent wife, who can find?
For her worth is far above jewels.
11 The heart of her husband trusts in her,
And he will have no lack of gain.
12 She does him good and not evil
All the days of her life.
13 She looks for wool and flax
And works with her [h]hands [i]in delight.
14 She is like merchant ships;
She brings her food from afar.
15 She rises also while it is still night
And gives food to her household
And [j]portions to her maidens.
16 She considers a field and buys it;
From [k]her earnings she plants a vineyard.
17 She girds [l]herself with strength
And makes her arms strong.
18 She senses that her gain is good;
Her lamp does not go out at night.
19 She stretches out her hands to the distaff,
And her [m]hands grasp the spindle.
20 She [n]extends her hand to the poor,
And she stretches out her hands to the needy.
21 She is not afraid of the snow for her household,
For all her household are clothed with scarlet.
22 She makes coverings for herself;
Her clothing is fine linen and purple.
23 Her husband is known in the gates,
When he sits among the elders of the land.
24 She makes linen garments and sells them,
And [o]supplies belts to the [p]tradesmen.
25 Strength and dignity are her clothing,
And she smiles at the [q]future.

26 She opens her mouth in wisdom,
And the [r]teaching of kindness is on her tongue.
27 She looks well to the ways of her household,
And does not eat the bread of idleness.
28 Her children rise up and bless her;
Her husband also, and he praises her, saying:
29 “Many daughters have done nobly,
But you excel them all.”
30 Charm is deceitful and beauty is vain,
But a woman who [s]fears the Lord, she shall be praised.
31 Give her the [t]product of her hands,
And let her works praise her in the gates.

Wednesday, December 10, 2014

Check, Check, Check

I can't think of any event I've been to where the sound system broke or cut out and the event got worse.  There may have been one or two, but mostly when the sound system cuts out, everything gets more real and more better.  er. er. er.

Ways in which the k-3 concert got better:

Each time it skipped and spazzed, 75 some odd kids were giggling, covering their mouths, and gasping, bug-eyed in merriment and surprise.

Once the teacher finally gave up and decided to forge ahead a'capella, everyone applauded.

After that, the kids sang louder and better and we could hear more individual voices.  It felt more like a real Christmas concert that way.

Everything's better unplugged.  Oh, and man I love reading the last names in the program.  Delicious Polishy goodness.

And that is my review of the children's concert tonight.

Thursday, December 4, 2014

Today has been brought to you by HELL YES!

Too many to list, but:
1. Time
2. Dancing with my new bathroom duty friend
3. Singing the narwhal song
4. Reading a great book (Carter Beats the Devil)
5. Sharing parts of a great book with people who'll appreciate it.
6. Figuring out words I never bothered to figure out before
7. Cinnamon pinecone smell at Giant Eagle
8. Running to two grocery stores and doing two other errands in under an hour and a half!
9. Gardening with the kiddoes in December!
10. Teaching Nori how to add more brown matter to the compost and then watching her do it on her own, carefully.
11. Good tea
12. When my favorite Poptarts are in stock!!! 
Unfrosted Brown Sugar, baby.  Because up in here, we keep it real.

13. Knowing I'll be lucky if I get to eat one of them and being okay with that.
14. The way said Poptarts make me yearn for warm enough weather than I could take a toasted one on the front porch with a hot tea and a cold milk and a good book and sit out in the morning with the birds before everyone is awake.
15. Doing yoga this afternoon
16. Being where I am comfortable and at ease
17. Lots of good interactions with students today
18. Appetite is slowly returning a little
19. Any day I wear leggings is a good day.  Gosh, I'd live in these if I could.  

20. Walking around feeling loaded up with love and joy.  I glowed from store to store this evening, buying produce and feeling warmth radiate out of my pores and fingernails.  It was palpable to strangers, even; I could tell by the way our eye contact was different.  Footfalls springier and shopping carts more wieldy, made so by the extra goodness in the energy that propelled me on.  

I don't have answers to most of my most pressing questions right now, and that is a little scary, but the apprehension and uncertainty are dwarfed by the fact that wherever I'm going, I'm buoyed up by a God who has a plan for me and all my weirdness.  God can be confusing.  It's hard to always know His voice when it is calling.  But when I was walking through the grocery store today, I felt it loud and clear "Remember, GOD IS LOVE."  God I cannot always recognize, but Love?  Now that's something I can see.  Feel.  Trust.  So I let the love fill me til I'm overflowing, flow through me, pour out of me and I know that God is in that love and that He will lead me where I need to go.  

This love has been filling me, but today felt like some sort of floodgate opened.  In trying to tease out its source, it seems that the big thing is that I am finally embracing honesty.  Honesty fully.  Honesty about my dishonesty.  I was able to say some things yesterday and face bad things I've done, done with good intentions, but bad nonetheless because they weren't fully honest.  Honesty and love.  Pretty simple.  Beautifully simple.  Perfect.

Thursday, November 27, 2014

Thanks

You who know any ounce of me know that gratitude is the refrain for my song.  And on a day devoted to giving thanks, the need to speak it feels even greater.  Even deeper.  

I don't have words for it all.  Not shareable words, but I was writing in my mind earlier and I'll try to capture what of it I can remember (worded less gracefully, connected less fluently).

--Oh, and a necessary quick interlude before I go on-- can we sing the praises of French press coffee?  Can we take a moment to bask in its innate superiority?  Okay.  I'm done stalling.

I guess the gist of it is that I am grateful to recognize the God behind all of the difficulties I have faced in my life.  I know that in the physical pain I've faced, my body crumpled and broken, He draws me closer to him.  In the guilt of dark wishes answered, He draws me closer to him.  I know that in the ache and sadness, in the worry and uncertainty, in the hope and in the wind dropping from my sails in open water, He draws me closer to him.  

It would make sense to prefer an easy life.  And I do wish to be delivered from all these thorns that catch at my skin so I can dance and dance and dance, but I know that I wouldn't feel as constantly drawn to Him if it were that easy.  Or I would, but in a less complete way.  The struggle and the wait has a way of deepening my connection to Him.  Probably, obviously, because it requires faith.  

The gratitude helps me welcome the hard parts.  I try to embrace it as another chance to prove my mettle to the One who trusts me with questions this big.  I don't usually feel like I need to prove myself, but with Him, I want to be worthy of who He is and what He's given and worthy of the promises in store.   And I'm grateful for the opportunity.  It's a many faceted love. So I feel lost sometimes, yeah.  And I want to get churlish and demand answers.  And I feel so in love with the One who made this world and so glad He sees all the beauty I see.  I feel frustrated and unsure.  And I feel confident that He's giving all of this to me for a reason.  I feel humbled and small and grateful for all of the goodness He's poured into my life.  I feel like I'm a cup with no bottom.  I want to faithfully receive what He has to give me in full knowledge that there will always be more good than bad.  That even sitting and choking  in a broken Corolla, I could see the micro-slivers of shattered glass make the most beautiful motes in the slanted sun.  

Ach this is getting listy and I hate when my writing gets listy.

But right now, in this heap of heavy I've been carrying for months and years, I'm grateful for the parts that are drenched in gold.  I know He's got God ideas-- which are better than my crazy-eyed plans.  And my crazy-eyed plans are damn good.  As much as I long for the answers and the green light, I close my eyes and breathe.  He's there in my breath, filling my lungs with exactly what I need right now.  It's comforting to know that what I've been given is what I need and I fully, gratefully intend to embrace it.  Even the thorny parts. And when I bleed, I'll gently tuck my wounds in the bigger ones He suffered for me.  And I'll know it's nothing because I've already been given everything.

It's not the typical Thanksgiving pie motif, but Faith, Hope, and Love.  That's what my heart spoke to me today.
And love and love and love.


Love

Nora is currently playing a game in which the bananas are madly in love with each other and keep standing up and saying "I love you" and giving each other kisses. It's one of the coolest things I've ever seen.

Tuesday, November 4, 2014

Daily Gratitude

It's that time of year again-- posting my daily gratitude in a public place.  I forgot to start posting over the weekend, so please walk back in time with me a few days and then, if you are so inclined, please join me in sharing your gratitude for the world.  This kid wouldn't claim any kind of wisdom or great worldly understanding, but I can say that cultivating a more vocal spirit of gratitude makes a big difference for me.  It allows me to tune in to the blessings and tune out the sad trombones...although, now that I think of it, that womp wahhhh sound is something to be grateful for, too.

So here we go.

November 1st Daily Gratitude: Brothers, great company, stopping in the middle of party prep bustle to read about King Solomon, the Cleveland Museum of Art.

November 2nd Daily Gratitude: The fellowship in a group of women I know, driving alone so I have complete control of the soundtrack (and can sing like a madwoman), going back to Evolution Yoga after a too-long hiatus, and feeling God's beauty wrap around me and support me.

November 3rd Daily Gratitude: Crazy looking handmade dresses from the thrift store, having friends to talk to on rough days, ropes + yoga, laundry + Munk/Walking Dead, wordmath.

November 4th Daily Gratitude: Work days at work, guitar in the background (and how it makes my brain work so much better!), spontaneous thrifting adventures, a chance to teach yoga (that's a blog post in itself) walking in the wind, coming home to my kids and those hugs and that garden and playing outside, watching a large cardboard box cartwheel down our block in a beautiful way, and then watching my darling husband run across the street, dropkick it, roll over, rassle with the box, and bring it home for us to fill with leaves.  Laughing hard.  Play dough, bath time, Nora's constant talking, love love love is all around.

Post your own gratitude!

This is the Stargazer sculpture at the CMA
 

Saturday, October 11, 2014

Gong Washed

Today was my first gong wash or gong bath!  All I knew about gong washes before today was that lots of people said things like "Don't miss it!" "Oh, if you have a chance to go to a gong wash, GO!" I wasn't sure what it was or what to expect, but my experiences at The Studio Cleveland have been great so far, so I had faith this would be worthwhile.  


The set up was like this:


\We all sat in front of it, some lying, some seated, some on cushions.  I felt like a meditation noob for a moment there.  It's always nice to be humbled by inexperience.  Gives me something to look forward to.  Anyway, the wash began with bowls. And then gong master Steev Inglish slowly built the sounds.



As the hour and fifteen minute meditation progressed, I settled in and moved into a supine position.  You are supposed to lie with the crown of your head toward the gongs and your feet away, which helps the gunk flow out of you as you detox.  I tried not to point my feet at Ben.   Heaven knows no one wants my toxins. Yeesh. 


various mallets and a bow




As for my meditation, well that's kind of personal, even for a blog.  There's been a lot on my mind lately, and much of it I don't even have words for.  I did play with putting myself in the sound and disappearing for a while.  It's what I did when I labored with Jones and it's fun to do that when I'm not trying to escape pitocin-labor pain.  Much more mellow, as you can imagine.  Driftier.

I prayed.  I prayed a chanting and listening kind of plea.  God seemed to answer me back in gong-voice.  But I'm not fluent in gongspeak, so I'll have think more about what those answers and reverberations mean.  Praying seemed to come easier when I was wrapped those sounds and harmonics.  Like they drowned out the chatter that usually distracts me when I pray.  Something felt more pure in those moments.  

And, while this is may not be the right way to do things, I also allowed my mind to see its thoughts.   I just let thoughts drift in, stay as long as they wanted to without me speaking to them (well, this was the goal), and then go.  No conclusions. No realizations or plans.  Just letting them float through and rest for a moment.  It was nice to see where my thoughts wanted to go.  And the gongspeak was funny, too, because when certain thoughts came, CRASH CRASH SSSSSSSHHHHHHHHRRRRIIIIIHHHHH  Other thoughts got a thunderswell, some got space whale sounds, others cacophony.  I honestly can't remember well enough which thoughts got which reactions.  Now that I'm out of the meditation, I'd be inclined to analyze for patterns.  Ruminate.  But it's already fading away.  I think I'm thankful for that.

Oh, and I was able to meditate on the different physical sensations I experienced as a result of sound and vibration.  I am not sure of the extent to which I'm detoxed, but I will say that I physically felt different parts of the meditation in different parts of my body.  Sometimes my teeth, a few times some internal organs in the right side of my abdomen, sometimes in my head.  I was cold, so that was a distraction, but if I had put on my sweater and some socks, I think I would have gotten a lot more out of this aspect of the wash.

After the meditation ended, I did feel different.  I still do.  The pores in my face feel more open.  My mind is quieter.  I don't really want to talk or feel like I need to (both pretty shocking).  I just want quiet and peace.  One's easier to cultivate and control than the other.

And the twilight sky gave us a show on the walk to our car.  I'll definitely do one of these again, but I'll make sure I have some alone time with a journal immediately afterward.  You can come with me if you're okay with post-gong-wash- blissed-out-quiet writing.  Have you ever been to a gong wash or gong bath?  What was yours like?

A crooked I-have-my-hands-fulla-yoga-stuff style cityscape

Ah, my city!  Ah, night!



Wednesday, September 24, 2014

The Lies of Scarcity

When most of us talk about scarcity, we're not being honest.  Or at the very least, we are misnaming things.  Think about your friends, co-workers, yourself.  How often do you hear things like:
--I really want to but I just don't have time for ...
--I can't...
--There isn't enough ....
--I wish I had more...
-- We need....
--Not until...

The list goes on, but you know what I'm talking about.  It all sounds like we're pretty empty and exhausted.  But I don't think we are.  I don't think things are as bad as we make them sound.  So where's the disconnect? 

 My theory is kind of two-fold.  Before we get into that, a few disclaimers: I know that there are exceptions to everything I am going to say.  I also know that sometimes, realistically, the language of scarcity is also the language of truth.  But what's actually true and what we sometimes tell ourselves don't always match.  First, those phrases of scarcity sound an awful lot like excuses.  Most of the time, if you want something, you will make it happen.  You will stop wasting time, start shifting things around, and make it happen.  If you're not, it's probably because you don't really want it.  When we tell ourselves we can't do something because we don't have time/money/energy to do it, we're usually not being totally honest.  The truth is that usually we are choosing to spend that time/money/energy on something else.  We have a remarkable amount of control over those three things and when we're honest with ourselves, what we'll probably see is that it's not that we don't or can't, it's that we are choosing not to.  The truth is that we do have enough of everything, but we are not always comfortable with our choices about how we are spending what we have.  So what's the big deal?  It's that we create a false sense of scarcity when we blame the fact that we aren't prioritizing well on the illusion that we don't have enough.  

Scarcity makes us feel empty and anxious.  "We never have enough."  "We need more."  "If only, if only, if only."  It's a language of barriers, and barriers make us feel trapped.  So if you're feeling empty, you have to ask yourself what's filling your time.  Where are you pouring your energy?  When there's an imbalance, the problem isn't that you don't have enough-- God gave us all that we need-- the problem is that you're spending it wrong or talking about it wrong.  If you're pouring and spending on things that don't replenish you, of course you'll feel a sense of scarcity.  If you tell yourself you don't have enough rather than telling yourself that you have choices, of course you'll feel trapped! 

The answer is to decide how you are going to spend your minutes and dollars and kilowatts of soulfire and then OWN IT.  If you can't own the decisions you're making, maybe that means you're making the wrong ones.   If, instead of owning your decisions, you are saying you don't have enough for what you want, you need to take a critical look at yourself.  Why aren't you being honest with yourself about what you're choosing to do?  And if you don't like what you're choosing, what are you going to do to change your choices?

If you're feeling empty, do something that will fill you up.  Not sure what will fill you up?  I bet if Christ is at the center of it, you'll feel better.  If you can't walk away from something you just spent your time on and say "Yeah!" then it's time to evaluate whether you should choose to sink your time that way again.  A good question I like to post near my desk or work space is: "Is this what you really want to be doing?"  It helps me avoid some of those glazed-eye web-content-binges or foolish e-windows-shopping-sprees.  

I'm tired right now, so I don't think I'm giving these ideas the quality of thought they deserve.  I do have grading to do and one last essay to write.  But those will take longer and be less fulfilling if I work on them in the state that I am in.  I can try them in the  morning when I'm refreshed because I have time, plenty of time, if I don't waste it.  I need to be careful myself and watch how I talk about time and energy.  It's not about how much I have, but how and where I spend it.  Granted there are times where we relinquish some of our control to our children.  No one chooses to lose sleep over crying kids and then be unable to think clearly the next day.... but generally, we are in control.  We are blessed beyond measure to have the time and money and energy that we need.  God has given us the grace for this day and He will fill us with the goodness and love that make all things possible.   All we have to do is choose them.

Monday, August 4, 2014

Unlikely Meadows

In my awesome walking this summer, I have been noticing a bunch of meadows in unlikely places.  Some of them don't really look like meadows in all their splendor unless you look from the right angle.  And, like Leandro Carvalho of Brazil Butt Lift fame says, "It's all about the angles." Let's not discuss how I know that.

"It's all about the angles." Or rather, with the endearing accent, "Iz aw about de angos."


Back to the meadows.  Here's one I found in Pennsylvania this week:


Looks pretty idyllic, right?  So where was it?  Some mountain hollow in the ol' Keystone state?  A little knoll by a creek?  Nope.  Try in the cracked foundation of an old, burned down Arthur Treacher's in Breezewood.  

Zoom out and this is what you'd see.



I'm a big believer that your life is how you choose to look at it.  Finding this unlikely meadows is a good example.  I don't usually walk with my phone, and I wish I did so I'd have more examples for you.  Maybe I'll do that.  The point is that the beauty and calm of the meadows is everywhere.  Beauty doesn't hide in remote places and the sublime is all around us.  All it takes is to get down on your knees in gratitude and awe of the life we've been given.   Your eyes open as your perspective changes.  

Monday, June 2, 2014

Bedtime Stories

"I'm going to tell you guys a story, but not a scary one.  It doesn't have any scary monsters or guys with guns or triangles."
-Jones

Sunday, May 18, 2014

Hearts

Garden update!

Bleeding Hearts
So purty
Brunnera, Jack Frost.  Recovered well after the trauma of a harsh winter and being uprooted twice since late August)
Ox eye daisies volunteered in two spots in the yard, which makes up for the fact that the waterproofing guys destroyed the main batch up front.  Almost.

Tuesday, May 6, 2014

This very day

A small boy in plaid lags behind his mother unnoticed.   He is counting the deer in the field.  Unnoticed.

It is one of the most beautiful parts of my day.