Sometimes I find myself stuck in the car while the Wee One sleeps – nap trapped, I call it. I have recently begun a new style of drawing and am able to make some hay while the nap-sun is shining: through Zentangles.
I’m staying home with my Wee One, and these days, nursing a lot. I’m coming out of my skin at times, because I’m not productive when she’s on my lap. I never felt what a vise the cult of productivity is. Now that I think about it, maybe it isn’t a cult. Maybe it’s merely a distraction.
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My third trimester approacheth, and with it, morning sickness. It sucks, yet in the midst of that suckage, there is an opportunity for meditation and awe. (This won’t be too gross, I promise.)
This is a weekly post I do to highlight blogs or bloggers who have inspired me in some way during this week – another car on my imagination train!
Health and getting older has been on my mind a lot this week. (Skip this section if you don’t want TMI): I’m getting older. It’s really and truly happening; it’s not longer a cognitive eventuality. I woke up with a hot and sweaty face the other night and I couldn’t sleep – Night sweat? My period is late this month (not pregnant). I have arthritis that, no matter how much I hope and pretend otherwise, finds new ways to hurt every day. I also had an emotionally trying week last week, and am still trying to find footing in the sifting sands of truth and dysfunction.
And then these posts on yoga and meditation: Amanda Green Yoga and
Maybe these things will help me find my footing and accept the changes. What works for you?
One of the blogs I follow, The Seekers Dungeon, posted this exercise (I’ve taken some editing liberties):
Simply sit still with your spine as straight as possible. Close your eyes and slowly count backwards from 10 to 1 while following your breath. After you reach 1, continue to watch your breath. You will notice thoughts coming and going but try not to be bothered by them, just keep coming back to the breath. If you are like 99% of the population, after sometime you will have forgotten that you are meditating at all as you become lost in thought on some specific matter. tell us about the thought that you got lost in. What is the story behind it? The person behind it? The emotion behind it.
After you are finished writing, don’t hit publish right away. Take your post as a continuation of your meditation and breathe through it. Is every word correct? Are you clear in what you are trying to say? When you feel that you’ve completely fleshed out your ideas then hit publish, sit back, and relax. Good job!
1. Take a breath.
2. Step back.
No, literally. Take a physical step back from where you stand. Not standing? Can’t step? Shift your body a little bit, just a bit.
For me, that is how all conflict resolution begins.
I got to clean the kitchen this past Saturday – it made my whole weekend. So cathartic and meditative, I love having things clean.
I think part of clutter has to do with all the *stuff* that we have, stuff that, while nice, isn’t a necessity. Cohiba and I daydream about the day in the future when we build a little house on an old trailer bed, and travel around in it. I wonder why we don’t do it now.
Because having things clean makes me feel so good, but I have a lot of other things that I do (bikes and PhD applications come to mind) I do a bit at a time. Vacuum one weekend. Do the kitchen like I did last weekend. I didn’t used to do it like this, and I like it. A lot of the junk or stuff is Cohiba’s; we’re still learning how to manage this kind of thing with each other. That’s also coming along a bit at a time, but it is coming.
Yesterday was particularly challenging here at work. I went downstairs, away from the eyes and comments of the clients, and cried. I was gloomy on the drive home. It was no fun.
I got home, and I made buckwheat crepes, my new favorite thing in the world. I took a long walk in the trees, read and imagined work I would do on my research. I cleaned my kitchen. I prepared veggies to make another kind of crepe in my dehydrator. I finished a chocolate shake from the freezer. This is my life. All the stuff from work, though it takes up so much of my day, is not my life. I have a life. The prying eyes and shady characters trying to hit on me are not it.
This is something I’ve been meditating on all evening and this morning, and it helps.
Being Thursday and almost Friday isn’t bad, either. 🙂