Sunday Musings - August 27, 2017
I sit here on this Sunday morning waiting for my mind to quiet. It is nearly 10:00 a.m. I have been up since 5:00 a.m. and, thus, have had five hours to cross items off the list. Actually, it has been quite a luxurious morning which allowed for time with friends via email and text, changing the sheets, doing a load of wash, working out at the gym, breakfast with a friend, a stop at Lowe’s for marble stones to fill in space near the side of the house and plants to fill in space which was designed for flowers but which soon became a banquet table for the deer, folding laundry, and posting the blog. While at the gym I listened to the news of Hurricane Harvey, reaction to latest Presidential actions, the boxing match, use of fake news by the Russians (or was the news about fake news fake?) and poems by Nikki Giovanni read by someone I cannot now locate on my NPR app. I also listened to a report about ongoing reactions to the reaction of others following the Charleston demonstrations and, and, and…
Now it is time to be quiet and claim that center which I choose to call my spiritual center. That is the place which allows me to remember that this life journey is very brief; that not much matters except how I treat myself and other. This week included time with several friends including Barb, Lanny, Frank, and John as well as virtual time with some others that I admire such as Billy Collins and Nikki Giovanni.
As usual, however, as I was reminded by the blogger and author Kristin Lamb, I need to clear space for new thoughts, feelings, and ideas. As soon as I do, up pops an old resentment which I was sure I had sent to the trash bin on more than one occasion. I am surprised and, yet, not surprised by the fact that once I log in a resentment I cannot simply erase it. I know, of course, that resentments do not allow for the fact that I made certain decisions and had certain expectations that a person would be able to behave in a manner which I determined was “right” or “just” or “moral”. Really? Fortunately, I know enough not to feed the resentment and I “know” that I do not need to be upset by it. Still, I do so want to be rid of those expectations which frequently lead to such righteous feelings and, if not careful, thoughts. Dear me. It is yet another reminder of my humanness and thus, the humanness of those for whom I work – clients – as well as all others that I know.
My mind wanders back to a pardon by President Trump. If only he would behave in the way that I think he should. I smile. Such arrogance on my part.
It is Sunday. I remind myself to breathe the deliciously cool air which reminds me that fall is fast approaching. I think of pumpkins, apple cider, post-harvest time with friends, preparing for winter, the harvest moon, and perhaps falling in love.
Breathe. Empty. Breathe out the resentments, judgments, weight of the world. Breathe in light, love and new possibilities.
Written August 27, 2017
I sit here on this Sunday morning waiting for my mind to quiet. It is nearly 10:00 a.m. I have been up since 5:00 a.m. and, thus, have had five hours to cross items off the list. Actually, it has been quite a luxurious morning which allowed for time with friends via email and text, changing the sheets, doing a load of wash, working out at the gym, breakfast with a friend, a stop at Lowe’s for marble stones to fill in space near the side of the house and plants to fill in space which was designed for flowers but which soon became a banquet table for the deer, folding laundry, and posting the blog. While at the gym I listened to the news of Hurricane Harvey, reaction to latest Presidential actions, the boxing match, use of fake news by the Russians (or was the news about fake news fake?) and poems by Nikki Giovanni read by someone I cannot now locate on my NPR app. I also listened to a report about ongoing reactions to the reaction of others following the Charleston demonstrations and, and, and…
Now it is time to be quiet and claim that center which I choose to call my spiritual center. That is the place which allows me to remember that this life journey is very brief; that not much matters except how I treat myself and other. This week included time with several friends including Barb, Lanny, Frank, and John as well as virtual time with some others that I admire such as Billy Collins and Nikki Giovanni.
As usual, however, as I was reminded by the blogger and author Kristin Lamb, I need to clear space for new thoughts, feelings, and ideas. As soon as I do, up pops an old resentment which I was sure I had sent to the trash bin on more than one occasion. I am surprised and, yet, not surprised by the fact that once I log in a resentment I cannot simply erase it. I know, of course, that resentments do not allow for the fact that I made certain decisions and had certain expectations that a person would be able to behave in a manner which I determined was “right” or “just” or “moral”. Really? Fortunately, I know enough not to feed the resentment and I “know” that I do not need to be upset by it. Still, I do so want to be rid of those expectations which frequently lead to such righteous feelings and, if not careful, thoughts. Dear me. It is yet another reminder of my humanness and thus, the humanness of those for whom I work – clients – as well as all others that I know.
My mind wanders back to a pardon by President Trump. If only he would behave in the way that I think he should. I smile. Such arrogance on my part.
It is Sunday. I remind myself to breathe the deliciously cool air which reminds me that fall is fast approaching. I think of pumpkins, apple cider, post-harvest time with friends, preparing for winter, the harvest moon, and perhaps falling in love.
Breathe. Empty. Breathe out the resentments, judgments, weight of the world. Breathe in light, love and new possibilities.
Written August 27, 2017
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