Thursday, March 10, 2011
day 2
"Should you want to contain something, you must first deliberately let it expand. Should you want to weaken something, you must deliberately let it grow strong. Should you want to eliminate something, you must deliberately allow it to flourish."
Tao Teh Ching
this quote feels very important, although i am not entirely sure what it means. but whatever it is, it is true. and it is happening right now.
oh, and some beautiful music for today...
Wednesday, March 09, 2011
lent
today marks the start of an exciting and scary journey. i am going to do a lent fast for forty days. in practice it means that for the next forty days, i will be following these sobriety practices:
1. Do something good for someone else every day (either financially or through action)
2. Meditate, chant or pray for at least 15 minutes every day
3. Listen to a beautiful piece of classical music every day
4. Refrain from killing (including flies, mosquitoes, etc.). (in this context, i signed up for the 30-Day Vegan Workshop) (... to get over my fly-killing habits...)
5. Refrain from saying anything untrue, speaking ill of another person and swearing
6. Refrain from bingeing, snacking, alcohol, cigarettes and drugs
7. Refrain from stealing, in the widest meaning of the word
8. Refrain from watching television
9. Be very selective with internet (am still working on a list of acceptable websites to visit, and an acceptable frequency...)
10. Refrain from purchasing anything (except the strictly necessary)
it's day one, 9:30 am, and i'm already having a really hard time. then again, maybe that's exactly when this is hardest, at 9:30 am on day one.
Tuesday, March 08, 2011
women's day
For all the amazing women in my life, a dare from VisionaryMom:
"Your Dare for this week... Walk Like an Amazon Woman
Whenever you are out walking, whether to the store, on a hike, taking your kidlets to school.... imagine yourself super tall, incredibly strong, powerful. Let that savage bold amazon woman blood flow through you. Hold your head up high. View the world from the perspective of being 7 feet tall. Breathe in the powerful energy all around you. Let it tingle all the way to your toes. Feel the vibration of courage, freedom, boldness moving through your own body."
i really need that today... how about you?
Monday, March 07, 2011
ode to king carnival
The tender hearts (by Jacques Brel)
there are those whose heart is so wide
that you enter it without knocking
there are those whose heart is so wide
that you can only ever see half of it
there are those whose heart is so fragile
that you could break it with one finger
there are those whose heart is too fragile
to live like you and me
they have eyes full of flowers
eyes on the verge of fear
fear of missing the train
to Paris
there are those whose heart is so tender
that little birds use it to nest
there are those whose heart is too tender
half-men and half-angels
there are those whose heart is so vast
that they are always on a journey
there are those whose heart is too vast
to live without illusions
they have eyes full of flowers
eyes on the verge of fear
fear of missing the train
to Paris
there are those whose heart is on the outside
and who have no choice but to offer it
their heart is so much on the outside
that they are constantly using it
This one here has his heart on the outside
and so fragile, and so tender
That I curse the dead trees
that are not able to hear it
He has eyes full of flowers
eyes on the verge of fear
fear of missing the train
to Paris
Friday, March 04, 2011
mist
here is what to love about morning mist in march: you can be almost certain it will melt under the march sun. on the calendar, march is called 'expect'. that's a promise, isn't it?
Wednesday, March 02, 2011
Thursday, February 03, 2011
Thursday, January 20, 2011
dead fish
not as morbid as it sounds. it was a lovely, quiet day earlier this week, in the amsterdamse bos. the mist hung over the woods, there was not a sound to be heard, except my own breathing. and they looked so peaceful, these fish, floating with their bellies up.
(i am on an adventure, a real one, but i have no photographs yet. maybe tomorrow...)
graceful moon
there she was, yellow, soft and round like butter. and this is what she said:
"there is no freedom outside your chains. freedom is dancing in your chains, not breaking (through) them. because your chains are you, and when you break them, you are destroying bits of your own heart. but as you dance, slowly at first, clumsily, heavily, you will discover that what you thought of as chains is nothing but a soft, warm cloak, protecting, holding and supporting your ever widening, ever freer, ever more joyful movement"
i guess that's the recipe then. for grace and inner power.
Sunday, January 16, 2011
Friday, January 14, 2011
wolf hunt
time for a Vysotsky song. it's a rough and raw song, called the wolf hunt. i have loved this song my entire life. but only tonight, in this longest of nights, did i finally understand what it's about. it's about the courage required to do the impossible. the courage to overcome the programming of a lifetime, the courage to choose for life and healing. i am a dangerous hunter. and i am also a life-thirsty wolf. i am this particular wolf.
(the way they hunt for wolves is that they chase the wolf-pack into a clearing and then put red flags all around the clearing, and for some reason, wolves simply cannot jump over a red flag, so they are left to helplessly circle around, and the hunters can just take their pick)
(and here is the one where you can actually see him sing it, definitely worth it)
Thursday, January 13, 2011
on mothering
here she is then, the person i want you to meet (still no scanner). she is a little polish-russian girl, 6 going on 7. wise beyond her years. with a heart as wide as the milky way, which refuses to shut down, no matter what happens. and wherever i go, she goes too.
it has only taken me 7 years of mothering to notice the third pair of little hands wrapped around my waist.
Wednesday, January 12, 2011
birch
symbol of mother love. in the context of which, there is someone i'd like you to meet, but i can't get my scanner to work. tomorrow...
Tuesday, January 11, 2011
Monday, January 10, 2011
ripples
did you see the lovely moon, lolling lazily on her back tonight? this january moon is here to teach us about grace and inner power. especially at times when things don't turn out the way we expect/want them to.
hmph.
(you are going to have to take my word for it, but that grunt was infinitely more graceful and filled with inner power than it looks on paper)
Sunday, January 09, 2011
karavan
Мой караван шагал через пустыню,
Мой караван шагал через пустыню,
Первый верблюд о чем-то с грустью думал,
И остальные вторили ему.
И головами так они качали,
Словно о чем-то знали, но молчали,
Словно о чем-то знали, но не знали,
Как рассказать,
когда,
зачем,
кому...
Novella Matveeva
Saturday, January 08, 2011
flamingo wisdom
(i almost forgot to show you the flamingos...)
'So why do i need other people again?' i found myself asking a few weeks ago, on one of the solitary walks i took along the shore. 'If everything i need, all the love, attention, warmth, inspiration, joy, wisdom and encouragement that i crave, if all of these are available at all times and in unlimited supply from the universe itself, why bother with the hard work of loving people? If i don't need others, why go through the trouble of opening my heart, risking having it broken, learning to patch it up, and the rest of this whole relating business?'
that's what i asked the flamingos. because they are the birds of the heart (they say...) (... also because there was noone else to ask).
and you know what they said? they said 'just concentrate on breathing out, and the rest will take care of itself'. it took me a while to understand what they meant. but then i did. and was so very glad i'd asked.
Friday, January 07, 2011
2010
hhmmm... turns out it's not that easy to let 2010 slide into oblivion without a proper send-off. it's just not that kind of year...
i have struggled with what to say, can't seem to find the right words. so much has happened this past year. and as it reaches its close, i find my life is utterly unrecognizable, yet completely and absolutely right.
this year, magic burst through and flooded everything. this year, i stopped searching, and started finding instead. and this is what i found: love, passion, compassion, power, integrity, understanding, freedom, gratitude, vision, truth, joy, sisterhood, my body, my voice, my soul, my path. this year, i came closer than ever before to realizing my human potential.
and i cannot thank you enough, you who walk in this life by my side, for the friendship and the witnessing. for the laughter and the tears. for all the incredible richness and texture. for journeying with me.
it hasn't been easy, this year, but boy, has it been good!
decongesting
we went away for a week. to the little beach house up north that some of you know intimately. and which happens to be the only place in my universe without internet connection. a very good thing.
except... that when i am in the habit of posting daily (which i have been for some time), my mind produces posts with the required regularity, internet connection or no internet connection. and since there is no screen to save them on, these posts simply accumulate in my short-term, middle-term, and eventually long-term memory. where they form a backlog. that simply will not go away.
'so', you might say, 'why don't i just post them all when i come back?'
because by that time most (if not all) of them have become obsolete (the new year's wishes), embarrassing (the new year's wishes), inappropriate (the new year's wishes), or nonsensical, inappropriate and embarrassing (the new universe paradigm in which time no longer exists).
'well then', you might continue ever helpfully, 'why don't i forget about those and just write the post of today?'
because i can't. i can't write the post of today until i've cleared the post of yesterday, and the day before, and the day before, and the day before. and so the backlog grows. and the silence lengthens.
this has happened before. it will happen again. and it can take a while before decongestion sets in. in fact, it takes until i forget the first backlog post (the new year's wishes). i.e. until today.
hello everyone! and a very happy new year!
except... that when i am in the habit of posting daily (which i have been for some time), my mind produces posts with the required regularity, internet connection or no internet connection. and since there is no screen to save them on, these posts simply accumulate in my short-term, middle-term, and eventually long-term memory. where they form a backlog. that simply will not go away.
'so', you might say, 'why don't i just post them all when i come back?'
because by that time most (if not all) of them have become obsolete (the new year's wishes), embarrassing (the new year's wishes), inappropriate (the new year's wishes), or nonsensical, inappropriate and embarrassing (the new universe paradigm in which time no longer exists).
'well then', you might continue ever helpfully, 'why don't i forget about those and just write the post of today?'
because i can't. i can't write the post of today until i've cleared the post of yesterday, and the day before, and the day before, and the day before. and so the backlog grows. and the silence lengthens.
this has happened before. it will happen again. and it can take a while before decongestion sets in. in fact, it takes until i forget the first backlog post (the new year's wishes). i.e. until today.
hello everyone! and a very happy new year!
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