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Saturday, May 30, 2009

Teach Me

Teach me to run with the wind
Teach me to smile again
Teach me to follow my heart
Teach me to cry every time I fall apart.

Teach me to love with my entire soul
Teach me to bend so that I can be whole
Teach me to sing when another soul sees
Teach me to be grateful as I buckle my knees

Teach me to reach out to those in need
Teach me always to plant a seed
Teach me to lead with purity
Teach me to be humble in my security

Teach me to follow You all over the Earth
Lead me in silence and love, a light heart of mirth
Teach me to love with every ounce of my soul.
Teach me to help them, let us all become whole.



Friday, May 29, 2009

Memories and Dreams

I like watermelon with seeds.  It makes me slow down and enjoy it as I remove each seed.
I like Dead Can Dance because they draw from so many different cultures and styles and even having both the masculine and feminine voice brings such unity from so many different sources.
I am very drawn to spiral staircases and movement in things that stand still.  Lines you can follow with your eyes.
I love dancing and would some day like to wear a long flowing skirt and jewelry and dance my heart away to music with love, culture and life inside of it.
I love the smell of rich dirt, mud or soil.  I made mud castles when I was little.  When I am planting a flower I want to lay in the dirt and hug it like a cat does.
I miss my unique connections with animals and my heart gets a lump when I see one that has died in the road.  When I was little I would burst into tears every time something died on a Marty Stouffer show which I had to watch everyday anyway because I loved animals so much.
One of my favorite movies was Emerald Forest.  The soundtrack is amazing!

Thursday, May 28, 2009

A Certain People Resonate

I put my hand to my head.  My hair has grown out enough now that I can somewhat grip it between my fingers.  After not having hair for a little over a month and a half I think, Wow I have a lot of hair.  

And I realize that this is reflected only because I took all my hair away.  I wouldn't know this or feel this way if I'd never shaved my head.  There was some pain involved with this as well.  This shifting.
But as with all things, its always changing and always growing and the pain never lasts too long.  Its a temporary inconvenience that our hearts can handle if put in a the context that it is.

Its all only for a moment in time we experience any one emotion or feeling or reality.

The vast depths of time can erase such a small thing as not having hair for awhile.

Taking things away from myself I can realize what I do have and in what kind of abundance it is present in my life.  

Loss is a reminder of what I do have.  It also is a symbol of what is real and what is not.  For all things that are false will eventually fall away from me so that I may have what is true for me.  

I never knew what tiny act of shaving my head could teach me so many valuable life lessons.  In a sense, a loss of hair gains a crown of glory.  A knowledge not otherwise known.

Wednesday, May 27, 2009

Simple

My mind is moving around in itself.  Its checking on each of the little nests currently borning a new life for me.  Its cultivating its new discoveries like small eggs ready to hatch.  New ideas waiting to be acted upon.  Sitting, warming, checking.  And I love how I can draw from the fact that its spring time.  I watch the mother duck with her new little babies as she cares for them, feeds them, wards off danger.  I am like that right now inside.

Lately I haven't had a ton of money like I've been used to for so many years.  I got a decent last check but am having to stretch that one check for longer than I originally planned.  So the stretching got a little tighter.  At first I was really freaked out.  I don't want to be late with my bills.  I especially don't want to be late with my rent because my landlord has always been so very cool about the money.  Even though it is only two more weeks to go, it is still turning all my bills into becoming late.  I went from living easy to watching every dime.  I am still not really great at it.  Wouldn't it take me some time to remember how to live simple with my money?  To remember that I like certain things in my house it doesn't mean I am going to die without them.   Today I considered how much do I need paper towels?  Aren't they a waste in the environment anyway?  If I just skipped buying those, what could I use instead?
We've already stopped buying bottled drinks.  Instead we switched to pitchers of lightly sweetened tea, coffee which we never buy out anymore and the big splurg is a water filter.  And I miss the convenience of buying drinks and even the fun of it, but its not that bad living without them.  Its almost a relief in some strange unexplainable way.  Less clutter, less spending, less driving, less addiction.  I can't really explain it any better than that.  Its just more simple.
Also instead of buying salad in a bag or container we've switched to bulk.  I have to actually wash and cut the lettuce myself.  Instead of buying bagged carrots, I peel and cut.   I feel kind of sad and pathetic that I ever bought salad or carrots pre-washed and cut.  I know so many people do it and its no big thing but for some reason its always made me feel lazy.  We never did that when I was little which is probably part of it.  The reasoning was always why pay more for something you can do yourself at home?  So the reason why I DID end up buying that stuff is it was more convenient.  When you are working full time and raising a kid sometimes convenience does have to win out.  Especially in this society where we are all being pressed for time more and more.  Also, if I bought bulk it was more than I wanted to eat and so a lot of it would spoil and get thrown out and wasted anyway.  Now that I am not working I don't have that excuse anymore.  And I am glad I can go back to what I am more used to.  I bought a double head of Romaine lettuce for $2.00 and it lasted us a good week or two.  I am not sure exactly because not having a job is making it hard for me to remember things like that.  I don't mind.  
So I look in my cabinets tonight.  I am not the most resourceful cook but its not like I have to make a seven course meal or anything.  I don't have much left to eat is the thing.  My cabinets and fridge don't look all cluttered up.  I always thought a bare cabinet was bad but I look in mine and it just reminds me of the beauty of simplicity.  I look at my cabinets and see how much I am embracing this.  My heart is excited!  I have plenty to eat.  I have enough.  I don't need to stuff my cabinets and fridge full to feel safe or happy or even full!  I don't have to pack my closet or my drawers or any part of my house to feel good or alive or wealthy.  I am learning not to need "things".  I am learning I don't need to store up.  That no matter what, I will make it.  I will get by somehow.  
Tonight I ate a canned version of a three bean salad with spices and a little onion.  I didn't have to eat that.  I could've made something else as its not that bad.  But I just like the feel of that being it.  I'm not stuffing my body with tons of unnecessary food.  I never thought it would feel like this.  I'd had many times imagined what it would feel like to be simple.  I think a lot of people so stressed out with regular society wonder what it is like.  To just have an "easy" life.  Not easy maybe but simple which is easier than a 'too busy' life.  
I hope I can make this work.  If I linger my thoughts a little too long in my future I become panicked and scared.  For they too need to be simple to get me through this.  One day at a time and only for today because the future is so obscure right now.  I have no idea what will come for me in August.  I have no idea how things will go.  I have no idea if I can really pull this off.  Its a test.  I want to.  I am excited to.  I need to make this happen.  Now that I've got a taste of living this way I'm not sure if I could go back to the way I was before.  That thought makes me sick.  I am loving this so much.  
Learning to live like this is like snuggling up in a soft cozy blanket on a cool day under a tree smelling the earth smelling the trees, smelling the breeze.
It does wonders for my soul.  A less full cabinet makes me feel all that.  And its so funny to me that here I am 32 wishing for a lifestyle more common with 21 year old college students.  Moving around on foot or bike and really getting into life instead of letting it all whiz by in a car.  Learning to connect again with others that aren't glued to tvs or half sauced with alcohol or too busy working a corporate job.  People that balance life out and connect on a deeper level.  Working on things together.  Encouraging each other.  Inspiring each other.   That didn't happen as much in corporate where the mottos are "Its a dog eat dog world" and "Every man for himself".  
I never got that college experience.  I always wanted it.  I started to disconnect in high school and went from A to C.  And I guess now I am going to circle back to pick up B.  It works for me.  I am ready.

Opinions

"We cling to our own point of view,
as though everything depended upon it.
Yet our opinions have no permanence; like 
autumn and winter, they gradually pass away."
-Chuang Tzu


Just recently I have been reading and getting a lot of wisdom about not seeing things as right or wrong.  Our judgements often getting in the way of other people's paths and even more so, our own.  Every time we pass a judgement on others or ourselves we are saying what is- should not be.  We get in the way of ourselves and others and God when we say something isn't "normal" or that something isn't "right" or even that we made a wrong decision.  

Even watching the pain my mom or brother or a stranger goes through and I have to sit back idly and helpless as the pain slowly carves them down.  Wears down their ego or pride or whatever lesson it is they are learning.  Taking them as far down as they need to go to get rid of that infection for good.

One of the strangest things I have ever heard was that we shouldn't even pray for each other.  To me this was shocking to hear.  Why wouldn't we pray for one another?  Why wouldn't we want to help each other?  But then he said how do we know what is going on in that person's life?  Even worse their spiritual journey!  How do we know even our best intentions are what that person needs or wants?  How do we really know?  I think of this in comparison to my mom telling me she was praying for my soul so I won't end up in hell and that she is sorry I have back slidden.  I told her I've never been closer to God in my life (just not in her way)!  But with her beliefs, how can she truly pray for me if she doesn't know my truth?  I guess these prayers would just not be effective.  Its just such an interesting thing to ponder isn't it?  I fill it with "what ifs" as I roll it around on my brain.  If someone had prayed to take away all of my pain I'm not sure I'd want them to.  At some point in my life as I continue to strive harder than I ever have before I know that every pit in my heart that was caused by pain will eventually be filled with a love it can't contain.  Even artists convey the beauty of negative space. 
I don't know who I am to have carried on as I have with pain.  I don't know why I didn't get a hard heart while others did.  I don't know why I choose to seek and others don't.  I'm not really sure of any identity issues like that, but I am glad for who I am.
I am glad I can still love and look forward to that day that the deepest darkest spots in my heart will be over flowing with love for the people that "created" them in me.  I will be thanking every person that ever hurt me because they made me grow and become stronger.  They had to sacrifice some of their own well being to create a negative space so that I could have a positive lesson.
Just like in an artist's creation, negative space has its place too and ends up creating a beautiful masterpiece at the end.  Pain is necessary for growth.  There are few people that can empathize with others if they haven't gone through the same situation.  So even in our pain we also have the ability to use our pain to support others going through similar situations.  And what is "right" for me and the group of people I am suppose to reach and be reached by may not be "right" for the group you're supposed to touch and be touched by.  
And I think as we change and evolve through life so will the people that we help.  I hope I will be able to have a family of people that will surrogate for my own.  At least for now.  I hope I will have friends that will help me continue moving forward.  Help me with my daughter.   Its been tough raising her.  I hope I've been strong enough for her since I am flying by the seat of my pants.  I guess we all are.
This also makes me realize why it is so important to be myself.  For so long I've reached out to do what others want.  Please what others need.  I thought that was what I was supposed to do.  I thought that would win me friends.  It didn't.  It was a big "no" from God because I wasn't being me.  I wasn't loving me.  I was trying to reach into another group of people that I didn't belong to.  I was leaving myself and others I am here to help, in the dark.  I have to be me through and through so that will reflect out to others and they can recognize me and be drawn in.  Then we can work together.  If I don't put up the right sign, those I connect with will keep going by me and not see.   So all the friends and family I had in my life before 4 years ago weren't meant to come with me.  They were what is pushing me towards all of you in my future.  
So I guess that is why opinions fade and change as we grow.  They seem to be the epitome of slowing us down.  If we stop to form too many opinions and judgements we get tangled up in a web of logic that isn't even valid after time has its way with it.