Monday, October 31, 2011

Worry at Attention

I was in a leadership workshop over the weekend, and our speaker, Charles Eisenstein, spoke of giving our worries and our hurts and our anger and our bumps and our thorns some loving attention as they asked for it. Today consider that we've been trained to stuff those emotions away as if that part of the human experience is wrong or bad or negative. Consider that we are trained that we need to control our impulses when our bumps and thorns or even our desires speak. So our bumps and thorns grow and grow and grow until they can't be contained any more then they start poking our friends.

So today, make a list worries, hurts, angers as they come up for you--big or small all of these bumps and thorns are important today. Give them some loving attention and see what happens. If you are comfortable sharing your experience, please share.


Worries at Attention*

Stand up straight!
Be proud!
Show yourself!

Come out the deep dark recesses
Of my belly
Of my grey wrinkles
In the scar on my knee
Behind my ear

I see you hiding behind my littlest toe.
Don't be shy. Come out and play today!
All are welcome here

Stand by.

Atten-tion!
Get in line and file
Four-by-four
Even lines
You on the end
Come to the front.
Now cover.

Fear of Failure
Shuffle back.
You're out of line
Not Listening,
You're not listening!
Go to the front and
Bear the guide

Open ranks, march!

One-by-one
I'll give you
A hug
A squeeze
A tickle

Two-by-two
We'll cry
We'll sneeze
We'll giggle

Three-by-three
Salute
Be gone
Fall out

Rest before we reassemble


*Thank you to the U.S Air Force for teaching me how to march and giving me a command voice. I still have two left feet, and I still bounce.

Thursday, October 27, 2011

Photosynthesis: Light Change

I was surprised and delighted that tonight's bedtime book of choice was Leaves! Leaves! Leaves! by Nancy Elizabeth Wallace. This week has been the week of the zombie, and the dream of playing in the trees and gathering fall's treasure was a wonderful escape.

The leaves have lost their chlorophyll and the trees are carry their food underground for the winter. Photosynthesis for our trees is on hold. Nancy teaches us that "photosynthesis" is the compound of light and change. Since our trees slumber, we'll spin a little light and change (and sleep) of our own.

Tonight be a tree. What season are you in?

Tree to be
Winter's waiting buds
Spring's gushing green
Summer's sun-lighting leaves
Fall's suspending nibbles

Living illumination
Swilling cloud brew
Vacillating shadow source
Inhaling recessed heart

Terra-firmed anchors
Slumber

Monday, October 24, 2011

Occupied Zombies

About 10 minutes ago, I was wondering what Occupy Wall Street was about. A year ago I would have been sleeping on the granite and in the middle of the crowd. Now, you'll find me and my pen or keyboard finding some love to put into it. The first question that comes to mind is: What are we willing to give up to change? The second: How did it happen? How did it happen that Wall Street and finance became root of all that is wrong in our world?

Tonight consider, what are you willing to give up to change and how did happen? What will you do to make it happen?

How it happen?  We went to sleep...

Occupied
Car get. Door shut.
Drive. Fast. Stop.
In line park. Walk. Don't look up.
Beep. Beep. Beep. Beep.
Elevator. Push #3.
Zombie type. Mouse click. Coffee drink.
Zombie type. Mouse click. Coffee drink.
Pee. Front to back wipe. Soap. Scrub. Wash.
Zombie type. Mouse click. Coffee drink.
Zombie type. Mouse click. Coffee drink.
Lunch. Close your mouth. Wipe your lips.
Zombie type. Mouse click. Water drink.
Zombie type. Mouse click. Water drink.
Pee. Front to back wipe. Soap. Scrub. Wash.
Zombie type. Mouse click. Water drink.
Zombie type. Mouse click. Water drink.
Stairs. Don't trip. Rail hold.
Beeeep. Door hold. Walk. Down look.
Car get. Door shut.
Drive. Slow. Fast. Slow.
Home. Door unlock. Inside go.
Cat feed. Washer start.
Time card. Email. Facebook. Blog.
Zombie type. Mouse click. Water drink.
Zombie type. Mouse click. Water drink
Dryer start. Treadmill run.
Run.Run.Stop.
Hot shower. Runners' stretch.
PJs. Fridge open. Cardboard bread.
Peanutbetter. Grape jelly. Traingle cut.
Sandwhich eat. Water drink.
Dishes wash. Clothes fold. Square away.
Tea drink. Sleep. Away dream.
Zombie type. Mouse click.
Zombie type. Mouse click.
Zombie type. Mouse click.
Zombie type.
Mouse click.
Zombie mouse.
Click type.
Mouse type.
Zombie.
Click.



Go back to sleep.

Saturday, October 22, 2011

Lazy Saturday

Today is a lazy Saturday. The sun is shining lighting up the clouds to a hopeful blue with the sky peeping between. The leaves are half changes and a few that eager to let go fly in the breeze like summer's butterflies and birds. To set the mood here's one of my favorite fall tunes* by Cheryl Wheeler When Fall Comes to New England. Cheryl captures the sights, sounds, and crispness in the air today. Please listen and let yourself be here with us.


Let yourself be lazy. Steep in the fall. Take a stroll, a bath, drink a cup of hot apple cider, or lay a blanket in your favorite outdoor spot and stare at the clouds. Lazy Saturdays are an art form. Practice

*Thank you to Mikey for introducing me to an east cost fall through Cheryl Wheeler's music before I'd ever set foot on the east coast.

Tuesday, October 18, 2011

Moon's Delight



Today was our first Kindergarten field trip. We rode back on the bus snuggled together planning glorious ice cream pancakes with marshmallows and chocolate chips and whipped cream on top. A finger shoots out and voice says, "Mom! I see the moon!" Until this year I never looked up to see the moon's daylight magic. Fortunately, there's a pint-sized teacher reminding me how we are connected even when we aren't together and the Indigo Girls* beautiful song "Share the Moon." And YES, I do cry ever time I hear it!

Tonight or in the morning, go find the moon. Close your eyes, take a few deep breaths, open your eyes and marvel at the moon. Please remember to look up!


Moon
                                                                    You find the moon
                                                Hidden behind contrail
                           Stripes across the sky
      In Sun’s time

                                                                      My child,
No matter our travels
Moon follows us
early in the morning
Found flashing through the trees
In my blind space

I trust your eyes to marvel
You remember to look
When I’m phased and glazed,
My heartbeat rising,
Hands holding too hard
Watching minutes rise on the radio
And subtracting nine
Wondering if we’ll be on time

I trust your eyes to find the moon
My heartbeat and hands just right
As we marvel the magic in the daylit moon

In Sun’s early light
In Noon’s full shadow
In Eve's sinking amber and lavender
You find the moon

On Mondays and Tuesdays and Wednesdays
    In the time before light
                    I look up. I find the moon
                            Hand on the car door
                                       Breath deep in my belly
                                                     Wind puffs smoky wisps away
                                                                        Moon mirrors me to you
Moon
*Thank you to Jen & Mark, full of possibility, for the reintroduction to the Indigo Girls