My sweetheart of close to 20 years now. Loving, utterly reliable and responsible, funny, pragmatic.
My daughters, because they need me to be grounded and reliable for them in ways their father wasn’t.
Being outside at some point every day, preferably in touch with the natural world whether that’s working in my garden or going for a walk in the park.
Looking up at the sky.
Paying attention to my breathing.
…the forest, the rolling vistas of distant landscapes outside my drivers window I only wish I could escape this town to live nearby, and the wild waters’ edges…
What you desire,
dear Johann,
with hard work
might be achieved,
but be advised . . .
what you thought you wanted
might change into what you really wanted
with love . . . ♥
First and last,
alpha and omega,
the Universe . . .
it nourishes me and cradles me.
It teaches me the hard lessons
as well as the joyful ones.
My bare feet planted firmly on the ground . . .
I could never be my happiest
without a home whose door
opens directly to the outside.
I’m just not made that way.
Just like
when I moved from the foothills of the Rocky Mountains in Cororado
to Chicago
I felt all at loose ends . . .
sleeping in my bed in Colorado
felt good,
like my back was up against the mountains
and they were protecting me,
and in Chicago,
I felt like my bed was in the middle of the room
with no protection around me at all.
It took me a long time to get used to that.
Nature and the Universe
bring me back to what is real . . .
the rest melts away.
I get my strength and courage back.
In between the first and last,
my husband grounds me,
as do my beloved cats . . .
their loving presence
surpasses the trivial worries of the world
and imagined consequences.
My husband
is more left brain than I
and is able to pull me back
when I become overwhelmed
and start to disassociate.
He understand now,
(I think),
that I am not flaky,
but have a mind that works differently than his,
and tries to give it space to come back to reason.
He is a great comfort to me
after years of feeling like a lonely bird on a dark sea. ♥
Moving from Colorado to Chicago must have been such a big change. But you adjusted and then have moved again. Thanks, Sparrow, for yet another beautiful share. ☀️
Yes,
it’s wonderful,
dear Johann,
once people in the group begin to recognize you,
and then you begin to feel more comfortable . . .
it gets better over time too. ♥
My beautiful wife lifts me up and keeps me grounded. It’s quite the talent. And of course, being out in nature and feeling the seasons, watching the changes, moving my body, and literally walking on the earth, keep me grounded.
My husband sometimes helps me to feel more grounded. He is very dependable and that is reassuring to me. I have a friend who lives in a different state who helps me to feel grounded by not judging me. She listens to me and always seems to think the choices I make are reasonable. Being one to second guess myself, I feel especially reassured by her. My art mentor also helps me to feel grounded by noticing what is good about my efforts. I am noticing as I type this post, that I like to be reassured. In other words I feel grounded when someone tells not to worry and that the things I do are okay. In the words of Julian of Norwich, “All shall be well, all shall be well, and all manner of things shall be well”
Sending peace to all.
Yes, it’s so interesting when that happens. That happens to me when I’m talking to someone about myself too. In this format we get to both write about ourselves as in journalling, and communicate with others at the same time.
Meditation & prayer.
My yoga practice.
Mother Nature. Walking outside, paying attention to all that is going on around me as I walk, birds, bees, flowers, trees, water flowing, sunshine.
The moon & stars.
And walking barefoot on Mother Earth & touching the trees. 😊
🕊️♥️
Practicing Gratefulness and visiting this site and this community each day…journaling…writing poetry…my son’s love…the kindness of others–especially my neighbors…my daily walk.
My parents called me their “Lala child,” others said I flit like a butterfly. I did realize very early on I was not like other children. My parents tried their best to keep me grounded and teach me common sense.
In my adult life, my hubby helps keep me grounded with his stoic, quiet, consistent ways.
Spiritually, my practice of silence keeps me grounded.
Cathie, We have a niece that all would say she was in ‘la la land’ when growing up. Still a free, beautiful soul and getting along just fine in the modern world.
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My sweetheart of close to 20 years now. Loving, utterly reliable and responsible, funny, pragmatic.
My daughters, because they need me to be grounded and reliable for them in ways their father wasn’t.
Being outside at some point every day, preferably in touch with the natural world whether that’s working in my garden or going for a walk in the park.
Looking up at the sky.
Paying attention to my breathing.
…the forest, the rolling vistas of distant landscapes outside my drivers window I only wish I could escape this town to live nearby, and the wild waters’ edges…
I hope you get what you want, Johann. ♥️
What you desire,
dear Johann,
with hard work
might be achieved,
but be advised . . .
what you thought you wanted
might change into what you really wanted
with love . . . ♥
Today I feel I am the ROCK and need to be grounded for my adult children at different times and I am glad to be. It gives me a purpose ☺️
First and last,
alpha and omega,
the Universe . . .
it nourishes me and cradles me.
It teaches me the hard lessons
as well as the joyful ones.
My bare feet planted firmly on the ground . . .
I could never be my happiest
without a home whose door
opens directly to the outside.
I’m just not made that way.
Just like
when I moved from the foothills of the Rocky Mountains in Cororado
to Chicago
I felt all at loose ends . . .
sleeping in my bed in Colorado
felt good,
like my back was up against the mountains
and they were protecting me,
and in Chicago,
I felt like my bed was in the middle of the room
with no protection around me at all.
It took me a long time to get used to that.
Nature and the Universe
bring me back to what is real . . .
the rest melts away.
I get my strength and courage back.
In between the first and last,
my husband grounds me,
as do my beloved cats . . .
their loving presence
surpasses the trivial worries of the world
and imagined consequences.
My husband
is more left brain than I
and is able to pull me back
when I become overwhelmed
and start to disassociate.
He understand now,
(I think),
that I am not flaky,
but have a mind that works differently than his,
and tries to give it space to come back to reason.
He is a great comfort to me
after years of feeling like a lonely bird on a dark sea. ♥
Moving from Colorado to Chicago must have been such a big change. But you adjusted and then have moved again. Thanks, Sparrow, for yet another beautiful share. ☀️
It was,
dear Mary,
in a long string of changes
that brought me here. 🙂
People at AA whom recognize me and I have a conversation with
Yes,
it’s wonderful,
dear Johann,
once people in the group begin to recognize you,
and then you begin to feel more comfortable . . .
it gets better over time too. ♥
My beautiful wife lifts me up and keeps me grounded. It’s quite the talent. And of course, being out in nature and feeling the seasons, watching the changes, moving my body, and literally walking on the earth, keep me grounded.
Charlie, Minnesota has all 4 seasons. Snow is not too far off, and I’m looking forward to it.
This thought-provoking reflective activity helps me feel grounded. Giving my time/attention in various ways can also help me feel grounded.
Yes,
dear Brian,
being engaged in any creative project
always grounds me too. ♥
My husband sometimes helps me to feel more grounded. He is very dependable and that is reassuring to me. I have a friend who lives in a different state who helps me to feel grounded by not judging me. She listens to me and always seems to think the choices I make are reasonable. Being one to second guess myself, I feel especially reassured by her. My art mentor also helps me to feel grounded by noticing what is good about my efforts. I am noticing as I type this post, that I like to be reassured. In other words I feel grounded when someone tells not to worry and that the things I do are okay. In the words of Julian of Norwich, “All shall be well, all shall be well, and all manner of things shall be well”
Sending peace to all.
Mary, I often find when writing things down, I learn something new about myself-it’s like an AH-HA moment about me:)
Yes, it’s so interesting when that happens. That happens to me when I’m talking to someone about myself too. In this format we get to both write about ourselves as in journalling, and communicate with others at the same time.
Thank you Mary and may peace be with you.
Meditation & prayer.
My yoga practice.
Mother Nature. Walking outside, paying attention to all that is going on around me as I walk, birds, bees, flowers, trees, water flowing, sunshine.
The moon & stars.
And walking barefoot on Mother Earth & touching the trees. 😊
🕊️♥️
Living gratefully, my workout friend she has a gift of level and caring way of thinking, faith, prayer, this site, talking with my mom.
Lately, prayer and surrender.
Yes – sometimes I say I am surrendering but still have the reigns in my hand. Lately I seem able to drop the reigns and I feel different. Better.
Practicing Gratefulness and visiting this site and this community each day…journaling…writing poetry…my son’s love…the kindness of others–especially my neighbors…my daily walk.
My morning routine. Sharing with friends.
My parents called me their “Lala child,” others said I flit like a butterfly. I did realize very early on I was not like other children. My parents tried their best to keep me grounded and teach me common sense.
In my adult life, my hubby helps keep me grounded with his stoic, quiet, consistent ways.
Spiritually, my practice of silence keeps me grounded.
Cathie, We have a niece that all would say she was in ‘la la land’ when growing up. Still a free, beautiful soul and getting along just fine in the modern world.
Thank you Joseph, yes, to many folks wonderment, we do make it just fine😊
Calming sounds of nature, soft piano music…
My Ngoc, even I slept right through that soft piano music last night you played from Soothing Pod.