Last week at a mindfulness course we did the mountain meditation. I listened to it again this morning. It says to compare ourselves to a mountain. Life happens. Storms rage. Winds howl. The sun shines. Snow glitters. Continue reading “One Hundred and Forty Seven: Mountain mindfulness meditation”
I love you. I’m proud of you. Even as you get upset with your sister. I’m proud of you. I love you. Even as you hate that you’ve eaten too much. I love you even as you hate your body. I don’t know why you do. It’s kinda more recent. Maybe transference? I love you Eliza. Whatever you do or don’t do, I love you. And am proud of you. I wish I had a magic wand. Continue reading “Letter to myself: You aren’t guilty.”
Journaling. One hundred and forty four. I can’t believe I’ve never written this as a reason before…. I mean, journaling, c’mon, it’s one of the first! Well, really it’s not the first, as can be seen, it’s reason 144. Continue reading “One Hundred and Forty Four: Journaling”
Random acts of kindness 101. Bottled water.
We were driving down the road and saw these stacks of bottles.
The guy there offered us some, just because.
He took a pack of 24 and placed it in the boot of our car. Being that I only drink bottled water this was/is a real favour for me. He actually offered me more, and more, but I was too shy to accept.
What act of kindness has someone done for you today or can you do for someone else today?
I thought this was really helpful. I think I should dress up now! Put on makeup, curl my hair (and post a selfie on here???) Continue reading “One Hundred and Forty Two: 20 Questions to Ask Yourself if You Feel Like Giving Up (reblog)”
This post is a reblog. Never stop believing in yourself. For you can. You will. End of story. Continue reading “One Hundred and Forty: Never Stop Believing In Yourself (reblog)”
So don’t pass by that penny
When you’re feeling blue.
It may be a penny from heaven
That an Angel’s tossed to you. – Charles Marshburn
Have you ever had one of those moments that is so pure and singular you remember it for a long time afterward? Where the universe comes together and serendipity presents you with a remarkable instant.
It doesn’t have to be a momentous occasion, like the birth of a child or finding shoes you love that fit. It can be something small, something you have to pay attention to notice. I had one of those moments yesterday.
I am training for a marathon, so I am doing some long runs. Yesterday I ran for most of the morning, then stepped into the shower in the locker room at my local rec center. A toddler’s swimming class must have just let out because the locker room was suddenly filled with noise. It was just before lunch, and the youngsters were hungry and tired. They were protesting being herded into showers to rinse off. Their mothers were cajoling and threatening. A cacophony of voices bounced off the concrete walls and into my ears.
Suddenly, a woman’s voice emerged from the shower next to me. I could not hear the words, but she was singing a song from an Italian opera. Her voice was so pure and sweet, clear as a silver bell. The din around me gradually stopped. The mothers, children and I listened, mesmerized and enchanted by the haunting song. It was a moment I will never forget.
Another moment happened years ago, but I remember it perfectly. My mother-in-law Marian was one of the kindest, most patient people I ever knew. Her life had more than its share of sorrows, but she held her head high and found ways to help those less fortunate than she. She was a collector of lost souls.
Marian loved frogs. She owned frog figurines, pictures of frogs, even frog-shaped jewelry. One evening, after the first warm rain in March, I decided to give her an encounter with some real live frogs.
We drove out to a spot near our house where a small stream flows through the woods and spills over its banks in the spring to create a marshy wetland. I stopped the car, rolled down the windows, and waited. She looked at me quizzically. I held up a finger, and we sat quietly.
Soon it started. First one peep, then another and another, then thousands of peeps filled the warm evening air. There is a tree frog indigenous to our area called the spring peeper. Those frogs, well, peep in the spring. The males are calling to attract mates.
My mother-in-law looked at me widemouthed with wonder. “We are hearing frogs?” she asked me. I assured her we were. She broke into a grin. “I will never forget this.” I haven’t forgotten either.
My husband Bill once showed me a penny from heaven when we were far from home, in a different hemisphere, in fact.
We were visiting my oldest son and daughter-in-law in Chile, where they lived and where my daughter-in-law was born. They took us to an area called The Elqui Valley, a beautiful, remote, semi-arid location rimmed with mountains and filled with vineyards.
We were staying in Los Domos (The Domes), a resort where the lodging consists of miniature geodesic domes constructed partially of wood, with a canvas roof. Dinner was served in a larger dome that held an elegant dining room.
The first night there Bill and I stepped out of our dome to meet our son and daughter-in-law for dinner. I should mention that dinner in Chile is a late affair. In the capital, Santiago, we would go to a restaurant at 8:00 or 9:00 p.m., only to be the first patrons to be seated.
I was walking a few steps ahead of Bill along a gravel path when I heard him exclaim “Oh!” with much emotion. I was startled and turned around quickly to find out what made him call out. He was looking up. I followed his gaze.
Now, Bill and I have sat outside on our deck and looked up at the stars before. We have seen shooting stars while we were at the beach during the Perseids meteor shower in August. But we had never seen stars like the ones we saw in the Elqui Valley. Each star was so bright, so clear and perfect, and the number of stars shining in the night sky seemed to be multiplied by 10. We could clearly see the Milky Way. It was breathtaking. A once in a lifetime experience for us. One we will remember as long as we live.
Here is the thing about pennies from heaven: you have to look for them everywhere, all the time. You must be aware, not looking down at the gravel path. You must put yourself in a position so that if they are raining down, you are able to catch them. We cannot walk through life oblivious to the beauty, the perfect moments that are all around for us to find. You never know when heaven will throw the next penny your way. Be ready.
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To those I have wronged – I ask forgiveness. Continue reading “Yom Kippur”
Don’t quit. It’s way easier to give up than to continue trucking. To take another step. To continue trying. Trying new things, different things. Knowing that one day it will pass. That tomorrow is yet another day. I need the reminder today. Continue reading “One Hundred and Twenty: Don’t Quit (poem)”
Thank you, Eliza, for the privilege you have given to me to write this post on your lovely and inspirational WordPress Site! Continue reading “Five Senses, One Hundred and Seventeen”
Watches. Watches. Watches. I haven’t bought myself a watch in a really long while. Continue reading “One Hundred and Fourteen: Watches”
I’m still getting the ‘wow, you look so good, you lost so much weight’ comments.
It’s a year later. (I lost weight a year ago.. )
And it’s so backhanded. Continue reading “Why is weight the only thing people see???”
I want to throw up. I ate too many cookies. I made cookies even though I knew I might eat too much. I thought it would be okay, that you know, so I eat too many, who cares? Continue reading “Can I just let it be?? I want to …”
Mel Robbins has a 5 second rule which I googled.Thank you Beka