There are basically two types of people , one who tell “going with the flow” the type two people are who “plan everything” . I keep changing from type 1 to type 2 (it depends tho). According to me its good to plan things but sometimes when those planned things don’t workout we get sad . So “going with the flow” is actually best option !
Thank you for reading 🙂
Although my world can turn upside down in a moment, or my movement may be restricted, I see myself as the picture above the word for the day, as that young girl jumping up and kicking her heals.
Mother said it is the same for you when you’re an aging senior as when you are young, Joy never really leaves you. So grateful she was spot on with that.
The whole of existence is an image of the ecstasy of the creator. Flooding rains are here again, so I walked outside and looked towards the heavens, the big fat rain drops splashing on my face. What a blessing this experience is!
In the spirit of the Dead Poets Society, carpe diem… and, in the spirit of Rilke – surrender to earth’s intelligence and do my best to rise up rooted, like a tree in a healthy, exquisite old growth forest of trees on Haida Gwaii…
Tons to do today. Some of it feels heavy, scary and burdensome. Will keep grounding, rooting, connecting, surrendering to the beauty and spaciousness of the vast container of home, inside and out, and keep breathing!
I plan to visit with a dear friend and spend time @ the Ocean. I look forward to watching the waves. I also will read my book, Where the Crawdads Sing; I am so enjoying it.
Happy Friday to All here. 🙏✨❤️
Always I begin again…
to soften, to slow
to be open-hearted,
wonder-filled,
to take nothing for granted,
to be a light carrier.
To be easy on myself and others.
Be grateful for the meaningful goals that I committed to “yesterday”, push through the inevitable resistance that comes with sustained action, remain open to adjusting course as I set goals for “tomorrow”, and remind myself throughout of the privilege of doing good work and striving toward meaningful ambitions.
The first part of my day is devoted to obligations and chores, but as I move through them I reflect on the benefits of having them done. For the past three days I’ve spent afternoons/evenings on my hands and knees working in my garden. Today rain. Now it is time to watch and wait to see what will happen, what will thrive and what will need to be re-thought. Now that my yard labor is done (for the moment), this afternoon I will walk. Though it might be a soggy one, I look forward to observing the wet woods, maybe looking for some fungi to photograph.
I have a long work day today, but I am grateful for the work. I get to live and work in one of the most beautiful places on earth, and I’ll try not to forget this. I will practice gratitude and being present. I will also be available for honest connection.
Garden.
It is a treat to be able to work with the earth and living things.
I have been working on presence, order, domestic tasks, letting go of stuff, health, better relationships… and yet this “work” at changing my habits seems seamless and comfortable.
I had an interesting discussion yesterday with a friend who was getting discouraged by various aspects of world news and the atmosphere of hate we see growing in some quarters. It had been getting to me too, some months ago, but then I found guidance by remembering what folk would do during WWII when things looked so dark… they had their jobs to do, and they got on with it. My “jobs” are to lower my carbon footprint, to help homesteaders and new farmers to be more successful in an earth-loving, sustainable way, to help my community, to encourage tolerance of our differences when i can, to nurture my friends and family and guide them to doing the same.
When the world and people suffer so much and the future looks troubled, it is focusing on the work and the gifts of today that comfort and bring joy. It is not an escape from realities, but a shift in my mind. I can enjoy a tree while I plant it. 🌱
Beyond holding this sadness I feel in response to seeing and hearing exclusionary practices in the region I call home, within a container of happiness, I will enjoy the company of a good friend.
I will continually, with kindness, bring my ever wandering mind to the wonders of the moment. The shine in my granddaughters eyes, the sound of my husband’s laughter, my freedom, my children, my breath and an accessible God in me.
Reminds me of the Mary Oliver poem …
Who made the world?
Who made the swan, and the black bear?
Who made the grasshopper?
This grasshopper, I mean–
the one who has flung herself out of the grass,
the one who is eating sugar out of my hand,
who is moving her jaws back and forth instead of up and down —
who is gazing around with her enormous and complicated eyes.
Now she lifts her pale forearms and thoroughly washes her face.
Now she snaps her wings open, and floats away.
I don’t know exactly what a prayer is.
I do know how to pay attention, how to fall down
into the grass, how to kneel in the grass,
how to be idle and blessed, how to stroll through the fields
which is what I have been doing all day.
Tell me, what else should I have done?
Doesn’t everything die at last, and too soon?
Tell me, what is it you plan to do
With your one wild and precious life?
As for me, I plan to walk outside and watch the blooming going on amongst the trees/woods and flowers. Hoping it won’t be in the 90’s again. My body can’t manage that anymore.
Blessed day, my friends!
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There are basically two types of people , one who tell “going with the flow” the type two people are who “plan everything” . I keep changing from type 1 to type 2 (it depends tho). According to me its good to plan things but sometimes when those planned things don’t workout we get sad . So “going with the flow” is actually best option !
Thank you for reading 🙂
Although my world can turn upside down in a moment, or my movement may be restricted, I see myself as the picture above the word for the day, as that young girl jumping up and kicking her heals.
Mother said it is the same for you when you’re an aging senior as when you are young, Joy never really leaves you. So grateful she was spot on with that.
The whole of existence is an image of the ecstasy of the creator. Flooding rains are here again, so I walked outside and looked towards the heavens, the big fat rain drops splashing on my face. What a blessing this experience is!
Live in gratitude.
i am going to live it, enjoy it and worship it
In the spirit of the Dead Poets Society, carpe diem… and, in the spirit of Rilke – surrender to earth’s intelligence and do my best to rise up rooted, like a tree in a healthy, exquisite old growth forest of trees on Haida Gwaii…
Tons to do today. Some of it feels heavy, scary and burdensome. Will keep grounding, rooting, connecting, surrendering to the beauty and spaciousness of the vast container of home, inside and out, and keep breathing!
Best for a beautiful day, and Friday all …
I plan to visit with a dear friend and spend time @ the Ocean. I look forward to watching the waves. I also will read my book, Where the Crawdads Sing; I am so enjoying it.
Happy Friday to All here. 🙏✨❤️
Always I begin again…
to soften, to slow
to be open-hearted,
wonder-filled,
to take nothing for granted,
to be a light carrier.
To be easy on myself and others.
Be grateful for the meaningful goals that I committed to “yesterday”, push through the inevitable resistance that comes with sustained action, remain open to adjusting course as I set goals for “tomorrow”, and remind myself throughout of the privilege of doing good work and striving toward meaningful ambitions.
The first part of my day is devoted to obligations and chores, but as I move through them I reflect on the benefits of having them done. For the past three days I’ve spent afternoons/evenings on my hands and knees working in my garden. Today rain. Now it is time to watch and wait to see what will happen, what will thrive and what will need to be re-thought. Now that my yard labor is done (for the moment), this afternoon I will walk. Though it might be a soggy one, I look forward to observing the wet woods, maybe looking for some fungi to photograph.
I have a long work day today, but I am grateful for the work. I get to live and work in one of the most beautiful places on earth, and I’ll try not to forget this. I will practice gratitude and being present. I will also be available for honest connection.
Garden.
It is a treat to be able to work with the earth and living things.
I have been working on presence, order, domestic tasks, letting go of stuff, health, better relationships… and yet this “work” at changing my habits seems seamless and comfortable.
I had an interesting discussion yesterday with a friend who was getting discouraged by various aspects of world news and the atmosphere of hate we see growing in some quarters. It had been getting to me too, some months ago, but then I found guidance by remembering what folk would do during WWII when things looked so dark… they had their jobs to do, and they got on with it. My “jobs” are to lower my carbon footprint, to help homesteaders and new farmers to be more successful in an earth-loving, sustainable way, to help my community, to encourage tolerance of our differences when i can, to nurture my friends and family and guide them to doing the same.
When the world and people suffer so much and the future looks troubled, it is focusing on the work and the gifts of today that comfort and bring joy. It is not an escape from realities, but a shift in my mind. I can enjoy a tree while I plant it. 🌱
Nice. Thank you!
Beyond holding this sadness I feel in response to seeing and hearing exclusionary practices in the region I call home, within a container of happiness, I will enjoy the company of a good friend.
Beautiful Carol. Wishing you many sweet moments in a vast container of happiness, and a soul nurturing visit with your friend!
I will continually, with kindness, bring my ever wandering mind to the wonders of the moment. The shine in my granddaughters eyes, the sound of my husband’s laughter, my freedom, my children, my breath and an accessible God in me.
Reminds me of the Mary Oliver poem …
Who made the world?
Who made the swan, and the black bear?
Who made the grasshopper?
This grasshopper, I mean–
the one who has flung herself out of the grass,
the one who is eating sugar out of my hand,
who is moving her jaws back and forth instead of up and down —
who is gazing around with her enormous and complicated eyes.
Now she lifts her pale forearms and thoroughly washes her face.
Now she snaps her wings open, and floats away.
I don’t know exactly what a prayer is.
I do know how to pay attention, how to fall down
into the grass, how to kneel in the grass,
how to be idle and blessed, how to stroll through the fields
which is what I have been doing all day.
Tell me, what else should I have done?
Doesn’t everything die at last, and too soon?
Tell me, what is it you plan to do
With your one wild and precious life?
As for me, I plan to walk outside and watch the blooming going on amongst the trees/woods and flowers. Hoping it won’t be in the 90’s again. My body can’t manage that anymore.
Blessed day, my friends!
Thank you for the poem:)
♥