Thursday, July 6, 2017

I intend





I read an article, How to Start and End the Day by Nicki Leaper, Leadership and Development Coach. You can read it here:  

I'm not one to assert that there is a "right way" for many things, so disagree with her title but "what odds," not one to quibble. In a nutshell, here is her routine: She rises, **meditates for 10 minutes, and then writes down a broad intention for the day. At day's end, she comments in her journal around her intention and then writes what she is grateful for. 

Over the last couple of years, I've lost some hard-won habits and routines that once nourished my life. This simple approach seemed like a "way-in." 

I started yesterday after doing my usual barefoot-outdoors exercises -- which are much less exciting in summer than in winter.  I meditated for 10 minutes. It was then no trouble to set my intention -- to focus on my breathing -- because during the meditation, I became aware of how ragged my breath was and how much I was holding my breath. During the day, I stopped and berated myself several times for NOT living my intention, usually noticing that the beat-down was accompanied by a big sigh. Could I not even last one day, I wondered. Had I fallen that far? 

Last night, though, when I sat to journal, I realized that every time I'd berated myself, I'd been focusing on my breathing -- that I had lived my intention. I just need to learn to do it without beating myself up. 

**(see her article for a link to Headspace where they teach meditation)

This morning, as I meditated outside, I noticed that my breathing had changed. Long, slow, deep inhalations and exhalations moved my body rhythmically. Amid bird chirp and traffic hum, today's intention arose:  "Go placidly amid the noise and the haste..." I also set myself a goal to spend time reading the entire Max Ehrmann quotation. It is sage advice for any time, perhaps especially for our time and is timely advice for me. The phrase I shall carry with me today is "Keep peace with your soul."

Go placidly amid the noise and haste, and remember what peace there may be in silence.
As far as possible, without surrender, be on good terms with all persons.
Speak your truth quietly and clearly; and listen to others,
even to the dull and ignorant; they too have their story.
Avoid loud and aggressive persons, they are vexations to the spirit.
If you compare yourself with others, you may become vain and bitter,
for always there will be greater and lesser persons than yourself.
Enjoy your achievements as well as your plans.
Keep interested in your own career, however humble;
it is a real possession in the changing fortunes of time.
Exercise caution in your business affairs, for the world is full of trickery.
But let this not blind you to what virtue there is;
many persons strive for high ideals,
and everywhere life is full of heroism.
Be yourself. Especially do not feign affection. Neither be cynical about love;
for in the face of all aridity and disenchantment it is as perennial as the grass.
Take kindly the counsel of the years, gracefully surrendering the things of youth.
Nurture strength of spirit to shield you in sudden misfortune.
But do not distress yourself with dark imaginings.
Many fears are born of fatigue and loneliness.
Beyond a wholesome discipline, be gentle with yourself.
You are a child of the universe no less than the trees and the stars;
you have a right to be here. And whether or not it is clear to you,
no doubt the universe is unfolding as it should.
Therefore be at peace with God, whatever you conceive Him to be.
And whatever your labors and aspirations, in the noisy confusion of life,
keep peace with your soul. With all its sham, drudgery and broken dreams,
it is still a beautiful world. Be cheerful. Strive to be happy.

Saturday, March 17, 2012

It's Paddy's Day --- and I know I'm a yogi

because there are turmeric stains on my kitchen floor. I was washing the kitchen floor two weeks ago and there they were - indescribably yellow, indelible turmeric stains. They likely landed there when making Potent Potatoes. Clearly, not everyone who has turmeric stains in their kitchen is a yogi, but it was for a me clear indication of the subtle inculcation of living the life of a yogi while taking Kundalini Yoga teacher training. I say 'taking,' but it is something else; it is immersion in a process with no real idea what the end-result will be.

As is Aquarian Sadhana. This morning, I chanted the mantras for the Aquarian Age along with the recording called Melody and Majesty. The sequence of mantras is a journey itself, and this recording is an ideal vehicle. You simply get on board and go where it artfully, soulfully takes you. This morning's journey was to etheric realms -- yummy! My cat Dolly often joins me for sadhana - sitting nearby, purring and displaying amazing alacrity with some pretty tricky asanas. This morning, she twice punctuated my chanting with excited body-butts -- at opportune moments when contact with earthly realms was needed to keep me here.

I know I'm a yogi because three days ago, I woke early with Japji Sahib  intoning itself in my mind. It's like it was calling me - "Arise! Say me/sing me/chant me/ love me." And so I did.

And finally, I know I'm a yogi because, well........ it's St. Patrick's day, and I have strayed so far from my Irish roots that I was up at 4 o'clock this morning for Aquarian Sadhana - joining in spirit with Loreli, Ajooni, Beantpal and countless others around the globe. No green beer for me today!

Friday, January 7, 2011

Snow - Not just for shoveling anymore!


Kerplunk -- I am seated
flap arms and legs
feel the chill on my back the sun in my eyes
I do not fly
it doesn't matter

Today I expressed myself.
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Saturday, December 4, 2010

First Blog Ever

My friend Bonnie is aghast that I've chosen to Blog.
Andreas is amazed.
I am merely surprised.

No one else knows. Secretive, huh?
Who will I tell?

The urge to do this simply blurted itself out a few days ago. I trust blurts; they are powerful truths that will not allow you to edit.

I write: I've written journals, morning pages, poetry, purple prose, scenes, and articles; I recently joined a writing group; I was executive editor of The Broadside in St. John's Newfoundland for five years; I posted articles about two cats to about.com.

I also hide. I've lived much of my life under the cloak of invisibility. Seems I can do that no longer.