• Giving Thanks

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    First of all, I want to share some Thanksgiving humor. So awful, yet so true! I’m not even going to get into the guilt trips that have been laid on me because I’m not married.  Ugh.  Another good reason to skip the huge (40-50 people) extended family Thanksgiving dinner this year.  I’m just not up to it.  So instead, I’m doing Thanksgiving my way.  So far that entails  a 45 minute workout on the spin bike this morning and volunteering to help feed Thanksgiving dinner to the less fortunate.  Later, there will be dinner and wine.  OK, there will be wine as I’m cooking, too.

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    I’m cooking everything for dinner and that’s fine with me because I love to cook.  Last year I went all gourmet and my son did not approve, so this year I’m sticking to traditional…or what’s traditional to my family.  Pumpkin pie (made the correct way, as per my son) was already made this morning.  It’s his favorite, and he was not happy when I made pumpkin cheesecake last year instead of the pie.

    I have been thinking a lot about gratitude and thankfulness lately, partly due to the season, and partly due to the wonderful caring, support, and love that I’ve received from my dear friends and loved ones.  I’ve been blown away by all the amazing compassion and kindness that I’ve received.  I am blessed and for that, I say a prayer of many thanks.

    Recently I read a poignant article via Parabola magazine.  It is well worth the few minutes it will take to read.  

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  • Impermanence

    Friday, November 21, 2014 No tags Permalink

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    “You will lose everything. Your money, your power, your fame, your success, perhaps even your memories. Your looks will go. Loved ones will die. Your body will fall apart. Everything that seems permanent is impermanent and will be smashed. Experience will gradually, or not so gradually, strip away everything that it can strip away. Waking up means facing this reality with open eyes and no longer turning away.

    But right now, we stand on sacred and holy ground, for that which will be lost has not yet been lost, and realizing this is the key to unspeakable joy. Whoever or whatever is in your life right now has not yet been taken away from you. This may sound trivial, obvious, like nothing, but really it is the key to everything, the why and how and wherefore of existence. Impermanence has already rendered everything and everyone around you so deeply holy and significant and worthy of your heartbreaking gratitude. Loss has already transfigured your life into an altar.” -Jeff Foster

     

    I first came across this over a week ago and bookmarked it for safe keeping  I knew I’d want to come back and read it.  Little did I know just how much I’d need to re-read that this week.

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  • Booty

    Sunday, October 19, 2014 No tags Permalink

    The recurring theme of my weekend seems to be booty. No, not in that way. I’m currently reading a book about physical training, kinesiology, and neurophysiology.  Yeah, I’m a nerd. 😉 Most of it is pretty technical, but this photo in the book made me laugh:

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    Is wanting a bigger booty like having straight hair and wishing for curly hair?

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  • Purpose

    Thursday, October 9, 2014 Permalink

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    The inner nerd (or is it geek?) in me adores Venn diagrams. I find them fascinating. I came across this Venn diagram today and it made me stop and think. Do you notice how small that little black dot labeled “Purpose” is? Pretty tiny, right? That’s the sweet spot, the place I think most of us would like to be.  I also realized that I’m not there, not yet anyway. Are you? Better yet, do you actually know what is your purpose in this life? Have you found your sweet spot? 

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  • Weekend Update

    Sunday, September 28, 2014 No tags Permalink

    I think I  need another weekend to recuperate from my weekend.  I was a volunteer at the 10th annual Broad Ripple Historic Home Tour.  I enjoy the sense of community and history that area of town has, and my company was a co-sponsor of the home (which happens to belong to a co-worker and friend of mine).

    Friday night was a kickoff party, and somehow I got roped into working the wine-selling booth.  It was fun, but I was on my feet for about 6 hours.  I am getting too old for that kind of stuff.

    Saturday was the actual home tour, and it was decided that I should be the front door greeter and ticket taker because I’m so good at talking to people.  Ironic, because I am an introvert at heart.  Not shy, not by a long shot, but definitely an introvert.  I figured that if I had the last shift of the day, it wouldn’t be as busy.  Wrong!  In the four hours that I was the greeter, nearly 350 people came through the house.  That is a lot of talking on my part.  The funny thing was that many, many people thought that I was the homeowner.  There was a photo of my friend and her husband hanging up on the wall behind me, and at least 75 people asked me questions like, “how long have you two been married,” or “is that a picture of your wedding?”.  At first I explained that I’m not the homeowner, etc.  Honestly, my friend and I don’t look very much alike, except the blonde hair.  All blondes look alike, right?  😉  Eventually, I figured out that people don’t want to hear the truth, the want to hear what they want to hear.  I let my friends in on what was going on, and we decided to go with it.  I kept saying to her husband, “oh, honey, can you be a sweet husband and get me another drink?”  He’s even more mischievous than I am, so he really took it and ran with it, coming up to me and giving me a big kiss.  Overall, it was a really fun day, but I spent another 6 hours on my feet.  And that much small talk with 350 strangers is almost enough to kill an introvert.  My “batteries” were depleted.

    Today I slept in, cancelled all my plans, turned off my phone and didn’t leave the house, outside from walking to get some frozen yogurt with my son.  I very much needed to spend some alone time recharging.  I love these lines from the article 11 Things Introverts Want You to Know:

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  • The Wild and the Tame

    Thursday, September 25, 2014 No tags Permalink

     

    What should I do about the wild and the tame? The wild heart that wants to be free, and the tame heart that wants to come home. I want to be held. I don’t want you to come too close. I want you to scoop me up and bring me home at nights. I don’t want to tell you where I am. I want to keep a place among the rocks where no one can find me. I want to be with you.”

    – Jeanette Winterson

    After this week, I am definitely at the point of “I want to keep a place among the rocks where no one can find me”. Years ago I realized  that everything in this life comes at a price. I don’t see that as a negative, it just is what it is. The trick is in deciding just what we value and how much we’re willing to pay for it. Solitude, peace and tranquillity, relationships, freedom, friendship, career, and family. There’s a trade-off in them all. Is it ever possible to strike a balance?

  • Now O’clock

    Friday, August 29, 2014 Permalink

    (Via ZenHappinessProject.com  If you’ve never heard of the Zen Happiness Project, I highly recommend checking it out. Anthony runs a great newsletter and holds free meditation workshops.)

     

    Living fully in this moment is not always easy, but when you do, you can completely feel the difference. It really is the only place we can experience our lives.

    As I write this, I’m sitting outside on my patio. Two colibri just flew up and hovered next to me. As they flew off, I looked in their direction and saw 6 more colibri flying around, silhouetted against the puffy white clouds. It made me smile. I hope they’ve been enjoying my flowers as much as I have this summer.  At first I felt saddened by the idea that this is the first time I’ve seen them all summer, and summer is almost over. Then I remembered that they’re here now, and that I shouldn’t waste the experience. I stayed in the here and now.

    I’ve accomplished absolutely nothing today, and at one point in my life that would’ve make me crazy. No, that’s wrong. I’ve done everything that I needed to do by being fully present in this day. I am alive and each and every molecule in my body is thoroughly aware of that fact. Today, I did not let my life slip by.

  • Namaste

    Wednesday, August 13, 2014 No tags Permalink

    Namaste, motherfuckers
    This is oh-so wrong, but it makes me laugh so very hard.

    It aptly sums up some of my days. I do my best to come from a place of compassion, forgiveness, and an open heart- then, BAM! Two steps forward, one step back. Such is life. Progress, not perfection, right?

    In my inbox today:

    What do you do when you’re unhappy?

    Sit quietly for a few minutes and become mindful of your breath as it goes in and out. Then contemplate what you do when you’re unhappy or dissatisfied and want to feel better. Even make a list if you want to. Then ask yourself: Does it work? Has it ever worked? Does it soothe the pain? Does it escalate the pain? If you’re really honest, you’ll come up with some pretty interesting observations.

    —Living Beautifully with Uncertainty and Change

  • Teach Your Children Well

    Sunday, August 10, 2014 No tags Permalink

    I had two very different conversations about children this weekend.  Both conversations were with men, and both men had children who are young adults.  It’s amazing to me to see the various ways people react to their children growing up.

    One thing I hear about is fear.  Not just fear for their child who is going out into the world, but fear for themselves.  People are afraid of feeling old, of being alone, or worst of all, being left alone with their spouse.  A lot of the “empty nest syndrome” comes from the panic that arises when you realize you actually have to deal with your husband/wife without the distraction of your children living in your home.  Using your kids as a smoke screen is unfair to them, your spouse, and to you.  Whether we know it or not, we are constantly teaching our children how to live and how to conduct ourselves in relationships.  They’re like little sponges, soaking up and internalizing all that they hear and see.  Or don’t hear and see, as the case may be.

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  • This Gift

    Monday, July 28, 2014 No tags Permalink

     

    “People get into a heavy-duty sin and guilt trip, feeling that if things are going wrong, that means that they did something bad and they are being punished. That’s not the idea at all. The idea of karma is that you continually get the teachings that you need to open your heart. To the degree that you didn’t understand in the past how to stop protecting your soft spot, how to stop armoring your heart, you’re given this gift of teachings in the form of your life, to give you everything you need to open further.” ― Pema Chödrön

    There’s so much going on in just this one little paragraph, I don’t know where to begin. Firstly, I love Pema Chodron. She speaks to my heart and soul. However, I’m not Buddhist. I’m not really anything anymore, but I was raised United Methodist. (It was the only approved religion in the town I grew up in, but I’ll save that for another post.) Garrison Keilor once said of the United Methodists, “We make fun of Methodists for their blandness, their excessive calm, their fear of giving offense, their lack of speed, and also for their secret fondness for macaroni and cheese.” He hit the nail on the head here, largely because he is a Methodist. I still know one when I see it.  I call it the religion of potlucks. And I do love me some macaroni and cheese. The real stuff. But I digress, as usual. You’d think I’m a Catholic, for the number of guilt trips I take . (No offense intented to Catholics or Catholicism here.) I spent most of this weekend taking a nice, long guilt trip. It wasn’t very fun.

    I’m constantly examining everything in my life, attempting to figure out what it’s trying to teach me. Most of the time, I just don’t know. According to Pema, they’re there to open my heart and teach me how to stop protecting my soft spot. I literally cringe when I think of that. Clearly, I have some work to do.

     

    Excerpted from the chapter “The Love That Will Not Die,” from When Things Fall Apart by Pema Chodron:

     

    In the midst of loneliness, in the midst of fear. In the middle of feeling misunderstood and rejected is the heartbeat of all things…

    …the genuine heart of sadness.

    Just as a jewel that has been buried in the Earth for a million years is not discolored or harmed, in the same way this noble heart is not affected by all of our kicking and screaming. The jewel can be brought out into the light at any time and it will glow as brilliantly as if nothing had ever happened.

    No matter how committed we are to unkindness, selfishness or greed, the genuine heart of bodhicitta [wakeful human nature] cannot be lost. It is here in all that lives, never marred and completely whole.

    We think that by protecting ourselves from suffering, we are being kind to ourselves. The truth is we only become more fearful, more hardened and more alienated. We experience ourselves as being separate from the whole. This separateness becomes like a prison for us—a prison that restricts us to our personal hopes and fears, and to caring only for the people nearest to us.

    Curiously enough, if we primarily try to shield ourselves from discomfort, we suffer. Yet, when we don’t close off, when we let our hearts break, we discover our kinship with all beings.

    His Holiness The Dalai Lama describes two kind of selfish people—the wise and the unwise. Unwise selfish people only think of themselves—and the result is confusion and pain. Wise selfish people know that the best thing they can do for themselves is to be there for others. As a result, they experience joy.

    When we see a woman and her child begging on the street, when we see a man mercilessly beating his terrified dog, when we see a teenager who has been badly beaten, or see fear in the eyes of a child…do we turn away because we can’t bear it? Most of us probably do.

    Someone needs to encourage us not to brush aside what we feel. Not to be ashamed of the love and grief that it arouses in us. Not to be afraid of pain.

    Someone needs to encourage us: that this soft spot in us could be awakened, and that to do this would change our lives.

    The practices of Tonglen, sending and receiving, is designed to awaken bodhicitta. To put us in touch with genuine noble heart. It is a practice of taking in pain, and sending out pleasure, and therefore completely turns around our well-established habit of doing just the opposite.

    Tonglen is a practice of creating space. Ventilating the atmosphere of our lives, so that people can breathe freely and relax. Whenever we encounter suffering in any form, the Tonglen instruction is to breathe it in with the wish that everyone could be free of pain. Whenever we encounter happiness in any form, the instruction is to breathe it out, send it out with the wish that everyone could feel joy.

    It a practice that allows people to feel less burdened and less cramped, a practice that shows us how to love without conditions.

     

    Rather than letting our negativity get the better of us, we could acknowledge that right now we feel like a piece of shit and not be squeamish about taking a good look.”
    ― Pema Chödrön, When Things Fall Apart: Heart Advice for Difficult Times

  • Own Less, Live More

    Friday, July 25, 2014 , Permalink

    That’s my coffee mug.  In case you can’t read it, it says “I dreamed my whole house was clean”.   My son bought it for me several years ago, and it wasn’t too far from the truth.  I had a huge 4 bedroom, two story house and I was constantly cleaning.  I’d just get done and have to start all over again.  All of my free time was spent taking care of it, not enjoying life.  What’s the point to that?

    If you’ve never seen this video “What if Money Was No Object” by Alan Watts, I urge you to take just a few minutes and watch it.

    “When we finally got down to something, which the individual says he really wants to do, I will say to him, you do that and forget the money, because, if you say that getting the money is the most important thing, you will spend your life completely wasting your time. You’ll be doing things you don’t like doing in order to go on living, that is to go on doing things you don’t like doing, which is stupid. Better to have a short life that is full of what you like doing than a long life spent in a miserable way.”

    I wasn’t happy living that way, so I stopped.  Right now I have the freedom to move if I wish, and each year the urge to leave this town gets stronger and stronger.  I  haven’t decided where I want to go just yet. I do miss having my own home, but not having that much responsibility.  I think the answer to that is a tiny house. (I have an entire Pinterest board on tiny houses here.)  I couldn’t do one of those ultra-tiny houses, but somewhere around 700 sf would do.  Give me room to cook, a place to read and keep my books, and a king size bed (not willing to forgo that) and I’m happy. The precision and efficiency of a well-designed small home appeals to me. A place for everything, and everything in its place. Simplicity, and time for enjoying the things in life that really matter: laughing with friends, relaxing with loved ones, good food, great wine, spending time outdoors, listening to music, and reading good books.

    There’s a great little article in The Atlantic this month on living with less.  “As a minimalist, everything I own serves a purpose or brings me joy. And everything else is out of the way.” I love that idea!  If it doesn’t serve a purpose or bring you joy, why have it? I now think long and hard before purchasing any durable good so that I can be certain that whatever I’m buying will fit that criteria. I don’t buy for the sake of buying. I don’t subscribe to the idea of retail therapy. I guess that makes me a bad capitalist.

     

    A great example of a tiny house. I love the light and open air feeling.

    I can just imagine  stretching out to read here. Love it!

  • Wonder

    Wednesday, July 23, 2014 No tags Permalink

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    Well said, sir. Well said. I have nothing profound to add to this. I just came across this line in a book that I’m reading and found it to be very worthy of sharing.  I hope you find wonder in something each and every day.

  • Note to Self

    Saturday, July 19, 2014 No tags Permalink

    I fed myself healthy food, and a ton of it at that. By the time I got home this evening, I was ravenous. I woke up this morning and rode 20 miles at a 17.6 MPH average pace. Not too shabby, considering my calves were sore before I started. About halfway through I started wheezing. Then came the barking asthma cough. (I swear that the air quality here gets worse and worse each year. Just another way this city has been killing me slowly for the last 18 years.) Luckily, I’ve gotten smart and started carrying my inhaler. Ventolin clears up the airway, but it also gives a burst of energy. No wonder is on the banned substance list for competing. But since I won’t be competing any time soon, or most likely ever, I thought it would be a good plan to be able to breathe. 😉

    Late this afternoon I went to he gym and lifted for about an hour. I had this great idea that I’d go to the grocery store when I was done. There are two major flaws in this plan: 1) It is Saturday and the grocery store is usually packed 2) I’d exercised pretty intensely twice today. By the time I got home from the store I was ready to eat everything I’d just bought.

    Time spent outside– check. My great ride this mornng, then coffee on the patio, and tonight I walked over to Harry and Izzy’s to meet for a drink.  (They make a wicked good martini, which is why I’m glad I can walk there.)I’m bone tired tonight so I called it an early evening. I’ll definitely be putting myself to bed early. And I’m already thinking about a nap tomorrow. But only after breakfast. I’m having some of those much-craved pancakes tomorrow, topped with my mom’s homemade strawberry jam. Yum!

    I don’t say mean things to myself, or put myself in danger because there are enough other people trying to do that for us.

    I’m not sure about the part where my skull is as fragile as an eggshell. I’m hard-headed and obstinate, to a fault at times. I’m working on that.

    What would you add to this note to yourself? I’d add move your body and take baths.

     

  • Unite

    Friday, July 18, 2014 No tags Permalink

    This made me laugh so hard. I’m not sure why it’s taken me so long to figure out that I’m an introvert.  I’m not shy, and not at all uncomfortable talking to/with people. It’s just that sometimes I want to be left alone. I find most people draining after a period of time. Certainly not everyone, and some more than others. Most of you reading this already know about my odd work situation. I work with great people, we’re very close, and I basically get to do just about whatever I want. The downside is that my boss sits in my office for a good portion of the work day. Every day. Right across my desk from me, less than 5 feet away. I drives me crazy. He’s not making sure I’m working. On the contrary, he’s preventing me from working by constantly talking to me. I’ve been trying to basically ignore him or murmur a non-committal “uh-huh”. An uh-huh from a woman generally means STFU, but as was explained to me many years ago, such subtleties are lost on many men. By the end of the day I’m emotionally exhausted. I’m in dire need of recharging my batteries.

     

    After a long week, I’m longing for the weekend and some time alone.   When asked about my weekend plans, I realize how weird it would sound to say that I’m looking forward to spending time alone.  Reading. Thinking. Just being. I love my own company. I think that makes me better company to others, when I do chose to be around them.  It’s an active choice. If I choose to be around someone, it’s because I enjoy his/her company, not because I don’t want to be alone.

     

    I think that I’m getting closer to the place where I could actually be in a relationship. I still hear the word marriage and think “institution” and “committed” and wonder if people are speaking of insanity. Did you ever notice the similarities? Anyhow, I ask my fellow introverts how you find someone respectful of your introversion and need to recharge.

    Now I’m going to enjoy some time by myself. I’m going out tomorrow night, but tonight it’s all me.

  • Hard and Clear

    Tuesday, July 15, 2014 No tags Permalink

    Write hard and clear about what hurts

    I’ll take your advice, Mr. Hemingway, just not tonight.  I don’t think I’d do it justice.  This deserves to be written well. Hard and clear.

    Today an email with the subject You Are More Than Your Past and Your Pain appeared in my inbox. I love it when what we need shows up when we need it, or even better, when what we need shows up when we don’t yet know we need it. This article was the latter. It was just what I needed to read, when I needed it. Synchronicity at work. Gotta’ love it.

  • Let Go

    Saturday, June 14, 2014 No tags Permalink

    I’m not always so good at letting go of what no longer serves me. I’ve gotten great at unburdening myself of all the physical things that were weighing me down.  Most all of the excess belongings in my life are gone.  My life in the physical realm is fairly streamlined, but mentally, I’ve got a closet full of junk. Better yet, a mind full of junk. I’ve clung to ideas and beliefs that no longer serve me.  In fact, quite the opposite. These beliefs are holding me back and keeping me from living the life I want.

    Among other changes, I want to (re)discover a feeling of fearless love, toward life and toward myself and toward the passion and willingness to be vulnerable and caring that have led to the best things in my life. Somewhere along the line, fear sneaked in, snatched that away, and sabotaged the good. I want it back.


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  • The Breathings of Your Heart

    Wednesday, June 4, 2014 No tags Permalink

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    Technically, I don’t write on actual paper very much anymore. I used to have some wonderful Moleskine notebooks, but I don’t use them.

    I miss writing, and I miss reading what others write. I blame the likes of Facebook and Twitter, at least in part. I’m guilty of it as well. I started blogging in 2005 and I used to write frequently. There’s just something about getting those thoughts out of your head and transforming those thoughts into words. I’m doing my best to get back into the habit.

  • The Cure for Anything

    Monday, June 2, 2014 No tags Permalink

    saltwaterThe name of this site originates from one of my favorite quotes by Isak Dinesen.  She’s better known as Karen Blixen, author of Out of Africa.  She was a wonderfully talented writer, a deeply passionate woman, and she lived a fascinating life.  She was also very wise.

    These three very different versions of salt water can cure your soul of anything.  Cry it out, work it out, or dip your toes (or better yet, all of you) in the ocean.

  • Your Assignment

    Wednesday, May 28, 2014 No tags Permalink

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    View challenging people as your assignment. Ask yourself: What is this person meant to teach me?” Every person in our lives has a lesson to teach. Some lessons include: to become stronger, to be more communicative, to trust intuition, to be more self-loving, to know when to let go, to be nothing like this person!

    I read this earlier today and it really  made me think.  I spent some time recalling some of the more “challenging” people who have been in my life.  Wow, that was fun.  Not just fun, but F-U-N.  One of the best things that I realized is that these  “challenging” people are no longer in my life. Is “challenging” supposed to be a euphemism for something much more descriptive that would include a long string of swear words?  I digress.

    This past weekend I was talking with a much younger friend.  The subject of age came up.  This friend is nearly 15 years younger than I am.  I told her that I would much rather be my age than be 30 again.  Why? One of the reasons is that by now I have learned a lot of the tougher lessons in life. Have I learned all of them?  Not by a long shot.  I’m nowhere near foolish enough to believe that.

    I do believe that everyone who comes into our life teaches us a lesson, not just challenging people.  Lessons don’t have to be bad.  They don’t have to be painful.  Some can be beautiful.  For that, I am eternally grateful.