Monthly Archives: November 2016

I’m coming up for air…

A friend texted me today. “Everything ok?” she asked. “No posts for a few days and I got worried for a minute I fell off your list.”

I just couldn’t post last week. I didn’t know what to say.

I don’t want to get political, but I was hit hard by this election. I won’t go into it here in depth, but it floored me in a way I didn’t expect. My heart hurt. My mind ached. I couldn’t believe what had happened and what was happening. And I dropped out of circulation.

I couldn’t post cheery posts, or positive posts; they didn’t seem right as people protested in the streets. I couldn’t post posts about my challenges or struggles; they seemed to pale in comparison. I didn’t know what to say. I couldn’t talk about life as if it was normal, or as if I was okay.

I let it be. I let myself be. I let myself be silent (at least on the outside). I hoped that somehow I would find a way through – to the hope and the love and the joy and peace I know so often.

And then my fog lifted. Somehow on Monday morning I was graced with hope again. I’m not sure why. I’m not sure how. But I’m way grateful to be grateful again.

I’ve decided that it will all, somehow, be okay. Our country will come together and love will prevail. I won’t sit on the sidelines. I’ll do what I have to and all I can. But love will prevail.

I’m coming up for air. I’m coming back to remind myself (and anyone else who’s listening) that there is love and joy and beauty and fun and play in this world. And that I can make a difference. And that we will all be all right.

I’m coming up for air.

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Accept the perfection that is you

I must have heard this somewhere. I don’t remember where. And yet, it’s a beautiful reminder. For us all.

I look through the journals with daily readings my daughter has made for me. More of them than I care to admit remind me to slow down and know that enough is enough and I am enough. I work with my clients and more often than maybe they’d care to admit I remind them to slow down and that enough is enough and they are enough. It’s as if way too many of us are selling ourselves short and pushing ourselves too hard. And beating ourselves up for not getting “there.” Wherever there is.

Instead we can accept the perfection that we are.

The challenge of holding the two opposing thoughts – that perfection is an unattainable goal and I’m not good enough unless I’m there, and that the present is perfect just as it is, and therefore I am – and you are – prefect just as we are.

To accept the perfection that is me means to acknowledge the beauty of the universe and rightness of the world. And of myself. It means to stop striving and forcing, and instead to allow…and accept.

It means learning to love myself exactly as I am, even as I continue on my path for more. It means enjoying what is rather than noticing what is not. It means laughing and breathing and saying a resounding yes.

Go ahead, accept the perfection that is you.

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Find the joy

It seems simple. It is simple. And yet it’s not.

It was the “instruction” we got from the yoga instructor Monday morning. “Find the joy.”

It’s always my choice. I forget it sometimes, but it is.

I’m having a few rough rounds at work. Things are happening with clients that are triggering my buttons. It feels like the confusion of the Church all over again – not knowing what’s really going on; feeling misunderstood and misinterpreted, and blamed for things that I haven’t done (at least not intentionally); feeling like I’m messing up. I have to own my part in all of it. I have to acknowledge that it triggers old fears and feelings – and that it’s not old fears and feelings.

And then I have to find the joy.

Things may hurt. That doesn’t change. People may piss me off. That doesn’t change. I may feel judged, or judge myself. That doesn’t change.

What changes is how I respond, and I can respond by finding the joy.

It may take a while. I may have to pause. I may need to find someone, or someones, to give me a real or virtual or metaphorical hug.

It may require me exercising all my self-compassion and self-forgiveness, and shifting my focus. It may require me cracking a few bad jokes. But I have strengthened my joy-finding muscles, and now is the time to put them into use.

Now is the time to follow my own advice and find my own joy.

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