17 June 2018 Drawings and Positive Reality Television

Hello to you.  Not tired yet so figured I would go ahead and put this together now.  Today has been a good day.  A cloud went by this morning and left a couple droplets for us but nothing heavy yet.  We are getting those fissures in the backyard where the earth splits wide and deep enough I can put an entire tree branch down in it!  It’s feast or famine for us when it comes to rain.

Kyle and I started watching a fun show called 100% Hotter on Netflix.  It’s one of those shows where a train wreck of a person shows up dressed how they like to dress and then gets transformed by a fashion consultant, hair dresser and makeup artist.  We are watching this show for the same reason we love the Queer Eye show and loved Tattoo Nightmares.  We enjoy watching shows where help people become a better version of themselves.  It’s uplifting to watch caring people help someone who doesn’t have a very high opinion of themselves or don’t really know that they are amazing.

There are so many young people in our world that use over the top hair, makeup, style/clothes as literal body armor to get through this life when they should be able to be who they are without all that.  It’s fun to dress up for cosplay, for Halloween or parties but some people wear these things all the time.  It’s truly amazing to see who has been hiding when they remove the fake tan, the layers of foundation, eye makeup and lipstick.  Such truly beautiful spirits.  We are about 5 episodes into the show and the only complaints we really have are some of the clothing choices and the rating system where they go and ask people to rate how they see the people they are working with.  Sometimes that is pretty brutal.  Other than that is just amazing what these folks manage to do for these people that come in.

100% Hotter Wednesday at 8pm on 5STAR

We are really enjoying Queer Eye for so many reasons.  They are not just taking somebody and dressing them up.  These guys are tackling the whole person and have been touching on some very sensitive issues in such a beautiful way.  They have dealt with the really sensitive subject of the relationship between blacks and police.  They have dealt with Christianity and homosexuality.  They have shown someone coming out after many years to their parent.  They have dealt with isolation and have gotten into the “why’s” behind why people sometimes let themselves go or isolate themselves from the world.  Kyle and I watch this show and are like, we need these guys to come to our house.  They also have done some AMAZING transformations to the living spaces of the people they work with.

Queer Eye | Official Trailer [HD] | Netflix

I found this song I’ve never heard before and thought it was perfect for this theme:

Francesca Battistelli Free To Be Me Lyrics

“Free To Be Me”

 

At twenty years of age I’m still looking for a dream
A war’s already waged for my destiny
But You’ve already won the battle
And You’ve got great plans for me
Though I can’t always see’Cause I got a couple dents in my fender
Got a couple rips in my jeans
Try to fit the pieces together
But perfection is my enemy
On my own I’m so clumsy
But on Your shoulders I can see
I’m free to be me

When I was just a girl I thought I had it figured out
My life would turn out right, and I’d make it here somehow
But things don’t always come that easy
And sometimes I would doubt

‘Cause I got a couple dents in my fender
Got a couple rips in my jeans
Try to fit the pieces together
But perfection is my enemy
On my own I’m so clumsy
But on Your shoulders I can see
I’m free to be me

And you’re free to be you

Sometimes I believe that I can do anything
Yet other times I think I’ve got nothing good to bring
But You look at my heart and You tell me
That I’ve got all You seek
And it’s easy to believe
Even though

‘Cause I got a couple dents in my fender
Got a couple rips in my jeans
Try to fit the pieces together
But perfection is my enemy
On my own I’m so clumsy
But on Your shoulders I can see
I’m free to be me

 

 

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17 June 2018 Love note, Father’s Day and Ladder to Pleiades (Michael P. Branch)

Hello to you.  How are you?  We are waking up and enjoying a bit of cool this morning….still no rain but I have faith it will arrive right on time.  It always does.

There was a beautiful love note in the mail box this morning from my beautiful cousin and it was a great way to start off this day!  She is one of those earth angels that lives too far away but lets me know she’s there for me just when I need it!  Thank you cousin!   I love you!

Starting off the day with such a message of love is a perfect for Father’s Day.  This morning I am reminded of how blessed I am to have and to have had so many amazing men in my life.  My Dad, my husband, my Grandpa’s, my Uncles, Kyle’s Dad and his Grandpa when he was here.  Kyle’s brother Mark is not only a Father but celebrating his birthday today too.  Amazing men who do not carry their extra titles in life lightly.   They do anything and everything they can to make the lives of those they love and care about better in their own ways.

My Dad can be best symbolized by one thing, a heart.  He is the type of man who would do anything for you and not expect anything in return.  I feel like he loves and cares for me without too many conditions lol.  Having a daughter like me isn’t always very easy!  It’s hard living far away and not being able to see each other very often.  So when we do get time together we make it count!

Heart cloud over our house (19 Aug 2017)

The Dad of our house is my sunshine, my sweetheart….my everything.  We didn’t choose to have two-legged children but we still consider ourselves a family.

This made me think of my Dad and I sitting out back using his telescope to look at the moon together when I was a young girl:

http://www.dailygood.org/more.php?n=5506

Ladder to the Pleiades

MY DAUGHTER, Hannah Virginia, who recently turned three years old, is teaching me about the stars. Far from being a liability to her, my own profound astronomical ignorance has turned out to be her boon and, through her, a boon to me as well. The most important thing the kid has taught me is the brilliant, open secret that if you don’t go outside and look up, you won’t see anything. Every night before bedtime she takes my hand and insists that I get my bedraggled ass up and take her outside to look at the stars. If this sounds easy, ask yourself if you can match her record of going out every single night to observe the sky — something she has done without fail for more than a year now. That she has somehow brought her celestially illiterate father along is more amazing still.

Following the inexorable logic that makes a kid’s universe so astonishing, Hannah insists on looking for stars no matter the weather. At first I attempted the rational, grown-up answer: “It just isn’t clear enough to see anything tonight, honey.” But her response, which is always the same, is so emphatic and ingenuous that it is irresistible: “Dad, we can always check.” And so we check. And it is when we check that the rewards of lifting my head up and out of another long day come into focus. One cold and windy night we stepped out and discovered, through a momentary break in an impossibly thick mat of clouds, a stunning view of Sirius blazing low in the southeast. Another evening we stood in an unusual late-winter fog and saw nothing — but then we heard the courtship hooting of a nearby great horned owl, followed immediately by the distant yelping of coyotes up in the hills. We even stand out in snowstorms to stargaze, and while we’ve never seen any stars on those white nights, we’ve seen and felt and smelled the crisp shimmering that arrives only on the wings of a big January storm. Snow or no snow, Hannah knows those stars are up there, so she does easily what is somehow difficult for many of us grown-ups: she looks for them. And whether she sees stars or not, in seeking them every evening she has forged an unbreakable relation with the world-within-a-world that is night.

Questions are the waypoints along which Hannah’s orbit around things can be plotted, and she has asked so many questions about stars for so many nights in a row that at last I’ve been compelled to learn enough to answer some of them. In doing so I’ve stumbled into placing myself, my family, my home, on the cosmic map whose points of reference wheel across the sky. We’ve learned a surprising number of stars and constellations together. Now that we’re in our second year of performing our nightly ritual, we’re also having the gratifying experience of seeing our favorite summer stars, long gone in the high-desert winter, come round again on the year’s towering, dark clock.

The other evening after supper, my wife asked Hannah to make a wish. Without hesitating she replied, “I wish I could have a ladder tall enough to reach the stars.” As usual, I didn’t know what to say. It is impossible to dismiss a three-year-old kid when she articulates hopes that are at once so perfectly reasonable and so beautifully impossible.

Before she goes to sleep, Hannah and I look at the six-dollar cardboard star wheel I bought to help us identify constellations. Too tired to make much of it, I toss the disk down on her bed in mild frustration. She picks it up, holds it upright in front of her in both hands, stares earnestly out beyond the walls of her room, and begins to turn it left and right as if it were a steering wheel.

“Where’re you going?” I ask.

“Pleiades,” she says. “You want to come?”

Michael P. Branch is professor of literature and environment at the University of Nevada, Reno; book review editor of the journal ISLE: Interdisciplinary Studies in Literature and Environment; and coeditor of the University of Virginia Press book series Under the Sign of Nature: Explorations in Ecocriticism. His books include John Muir’s Last Journey: South to the Amazon and East to Africa (Island Press, 2001) and Reading the Roots: American Nature Writing before Walden (University of Georgia Press, 2004). Branch has contributed to a number of magazines including OrionEcotoneSlateIsotopeHawk and HandshawWhole Terrain, Utne ReaderPlaces, and Red Rock Review. He also writes a monthly blog essay, called “Rants from the Hill,” for High Country News.

 

16 June 2018 The World Goo, Authentic Self and Love

16 June 2018 – I’ve been wanting to draw these flowers a lot lately.

Hello to you.  How are you from wherever and whenever you are stopping to visit from?  I hope this finds you well in mind, body and spirit today.  We are doing well here.  Had a nice walk this morning.  Saw a neighbor out running that I hadn’t seen in awhile and had just been wondering how he was!  He never speaks to us, but as someone who used to run a lot, I understand he’s trying to get some time alone.  We went by one of the last work sites in the new development and heard the workers playfully bantering and being silly together.  It made me smile to hear them being so happy to be working.  Last night was free of the stuff that was going on last night but Kyle was up at 3 am instead!  Ugh!

The phrase “Be You” has been coming to me a lot lately.  Normally I embrace it as a positive creed but these days it occurs to me that phrase can ring hollow for most people.  Most people, to include myself at times, don’t even know what those two words together mean!  Be you?!  A nice phrase if you already have some idea of who you are or who you want to be!

In today’s world it is hard to separate yourself from all the worldly “goo” that tries to get into all your particles.  I have been here 50 years and that’s a lot of goo to be exposed to lol!  It’s almost a daily effort to sort myself….to keep from being overcome by the goo of life outside this house.  Unless you go completely “off the grid,”  and I mean all that’s modern in your house is a flushing toilet, there is no true escape!

What it means to “Be You” can sometimes mean a very lonely and isolated existence if you aren’t careful.   We have been living in the same place for nearly 9 years and have may be one person near us we can truly say is just beyond an acquaintance.

Something that helped me a lot in recent years was attending a couple of Level 1 Quantum Touch energy healing classes.  I learned that if you focus on what you love the most in life you can raise your energy vibration to heal yourself and to help others with healing (inside and out).

Have you ever felt that warm wash across your chest when you see someone you care about, doing something you truly enjoy, hearing a great message,  hold your significant other, dog, cat, or other special being in your life, hear a favorite song,  see a beautiful sight?  That’s what love energy feels like.  It can be a barometer for staying in “your center” or the space of your heart and help you navigate around the world goo.

Love energy is one way I have found that helps me stay true to myself, to know who I am.  When I am not feeling my heart energy then I know I have drifted away from my authentic self.

Quantum-Touch: The Power to Heal – I’ve experienced healing and shared this with others helping them heal.  It really works.  Usually, when I’ve shared this, the healing starts at the emotional/spiritual (inside) level first.    What I like most about this modality is Richard’s emphasis on who is the healer.  The healer is the person getting well! 

 

Love and compassion are necessities, not luxuries. Without them humanity cannot survive.
Dalai Lama

 

15 June 2018 Rough Night (dreams) and Blessed are the Peacemakers (drawing)

14 June 2018 – took this yesterday afternoon. One of my favorite sights is the sun coming through clouds.

Hello to you.  How are you?  I’m not sure how I’m doing lol.  Last night was really rough.  At about 1020 am I woke up screaming.  I thought I saw something coming down from the ceiling over my head.  Link was like, “PINEAPPLES!”  He doesn’t like it when I get upset.  We all went back to sleep and then around 1053 am I had a waking dream where it was like Kyle was at the end of the bed, I could see his shadow on the living room wall.  He was telling something off and then I heard a voice in my head “turn on the light”, so I did.  Well Kyle and dogs said screw  you Mommy and left the room after being woke up yet again.  Everything was fine until about 6:05 am when I heard a man’s voice that sounded like Kyle on my side of the bed, in my head, not with my ears say, “Because I have something to tell yah.”  This startled me awake especially since Kyle was snoring on the other side of the bed!

Not quite sure what’s going on.  The last time I woke up screaming because I thought something was on the ceiling was a couple of months ago when I was having a cycle.  I’m sure there is some logical explanation for it all.  Have you ever heard someone in your head but not with your ears before?

This morning I saw in the headlines that a man of peace, an journalist from India was shot after leaving his work.  My prayers to all who loved him:

https://www.nytimes.com/2018/06/14/world/asia/kashmir-journalist-killed.html

Kashmiri Journalist Shujaat Bukhari, a Voice for Peace, Is Killed

My evening drawing could be for him and all those in the world like him that have tried and are still trying to bring people together in this world:

http://biblehub.com/niv/matthew/5.htm – This message came to mind when I was doing my drawings yesterday.

9Blessed are the peacemakers,

for they will be called children of God.

15 5 1 3 5 13 1 11 5 18

P E A C E M A K E R = 77/14/5 divided by 2 = 2.5 = 7 divided by 2 = 3.5 = 8/4/2/1

3 8 9 12 4 18 5 14

C H I L D R E N = 73/10/1

14 June 2018 Mediator (Metropolis 1927)

13 June 2018 – Yesterday I went out and added this to a drawing I shared before. It made me think of the film Metropolis. If you haven’t see this amazing silent film, I highly recommend it. I don’t know if such a film could be made with the same impact today.

See the source image

https://saymber.com/2015/04/18/18-april-2015-metropolis-1927-the-mediator-between-the-head-and-the-hands-must-be-the-heart/ – post I did some time ago with info about the film and there is a link where you can watch the film.

13 5 4 9 1 20 15 18

M E D I A T O R = 85/13/4/2/1

8 5 1 18 20

H E A R T = 57/12/3 cycle – Yep!  Isn’t it interesting how some words, like this important word/organ, are a cycle word?

8 1 14 4 19

H A N D S = 46/10/1

From the film Metropolis

Empathic Human – The mediator with a heart negotiating between the worlds of action and feeling.   For some it seems easier to be a tin man on the eternal quest to OZ for a heart than to remember to use the heart already pumping in their chest!

https://theredlist.com/wiki-2-17-513-863-818-830-view-fantasy-sci-fi-1-profile-1927-bmetropolis-b-1.html

See the source image

13 June 2018 – Drawing I did yesterday morning. Interesting how it correlates to these image from Metropolis I found this morning. 

http://moviescreenshots.blogspot.com/2011/03/metropolis-1927.html

See the source image

22 Aug 2017 – One of my eyes chalk drawings.

13 June 2018 Morning Drawing – Cloud In Your Tea

13 June 2018 – A smile and hello to you.

Hello there.  How are you doing?  I hope this finds you in good health and spirit.

It’s another stagnant and hot morning/day here in North Texas.  I decided I’d better water a little morning while it was cool.  I worry about all our trees, plants, birds and insects when it’s dry like it is.  We are under the same drought conditions we’ve been in since we moved here so it was a hand-held watering.   I don’t know if it will help, trees need a lot of water.

13 June 2018 – Our little baby crepe myrtle still finding a way to bloom even with the drought. They are some of my favorite beings here in Texas.

This morning I found out that on the 8th they released a documentary about Mr. Fred Rogers!  I had just posted about him on the 10th! Funny how that works.  I had tears streaming down my face watching it.  It’s not showing in any theatres around here, so I’ll be looking for it on streaming services and eventually hard copy.  I don’t know about anyone else, but I sure miss his gentle, kind, loving spirit and his important messages.  In my opinion, there isn’t anyone in our world right now that has been able to pick up the mantle he carried while he was here:

WON’T YOU BE MY NEIGHBOR? – Official Trailer [HD] – In Select Theaters June 8

I did a drawing this morning and there is a lot of that surrealism stuff I was talking about yesterday going on in it.  I was thinking of a quote from Thich Nhat Hanh about a cloud becoming the tea in your cup:

http://lifebylife.com/2012/05/its-like-a-cloud-in-the-sky-by-thich-nhat-hanh/

“It’s like a cloud in the sky. When the cloud is no longer in the sky, it doesn’t mean the cloud has died. The cloud is continued in other forms like rain or snow or ice. So you can recognize your cloud in her new forms. If you are very fond of a beautiful cloud and if your cloud is no longer there, you should not be sad. Your beloved cloud might have become the rain, calling on you, ‘darling, darling, don’t you see me in my new form?’ And then you will not be stuck with grief and despair. Your beloved one continues always. Meditation helps you recognize her continued presence in new forms. And our nature is the nature of no birth and no death…the nature of a cloud also. A cloud can never die. A cloud can become snow, or hail…or rain. But it is impossible for a cloud to pass from being into non-being. And that is true with your beloved one. She has not died. She is continued in many new forms. And you can look deeply and recognize herself in you and around you.” -TNH

Transcribed from a conversation between Oprah Winfrey and Buddhist Monk, Author and Nobel Peace Prize nominated Peace Activist, Thich Nhat Hanh (pronounced “Tick Not Han”)

 

3 12 15 21 4

C L O U D = 55/10/1

14 5 9 7 8 2 15 18

N E I G H B O R = 78/15/6 (3 cycle)

19 13 9 12 5

S M I L E = 58/13/4/2/1

 

12 June 2018 Surrealism – A Feeling Too

Hello to you.  How are you doing in your here and now?  I’m feeling like a word that isn’t normally attributed to a state of being, surrealism.   Surrealist art is a lot like my dreams…my life lately.  A vast canvas covered with unrelated images that when strung together somehow make sense.  The world we are sharing right now is very surreal to me most of the time.  So many things that make sense and so many more that don’t all going on at once.  Such a mess!

On the one hand we have President Trump and Kim Jong Un shaking hands – which like Dennis Rodman I’m very pleased about and hope it was genuine (https://www.msn.com/en-us/news/world/trump-kim-summit-trump-says-us-will-end-its-%E2%80%98war-games%E2%80%99-with-south-korea/ar-AAyx0hn?OCID=ansmsnnews11)  and on the other we have ancient trees dying in Africa possibly because of climate change (https://www.popsci.com/baobab-tree-climate-change).  So many extremes all vying for time on the world stage.  No wonder so many people are bipolar and have ADD nowadays!  Up!  Down!  Look here!  Now there!  Forget you saw or heard that!  Now for something completely different!

19 21 18 18 5 1 12 9 19 13

S U R R E A L I S M = 135/9 divided by 2 = 4.5 = 9 cycle – makes sense this sort of thing would be a cycle sort of word!

http://www.theartstory.org/movement-surrealism.htm – good article about this art movement actually is if your curious

Exploring Surrealism with Peter Capaldi | Unlock Art – I found this and had to share.  Peter explaining this art form makes it a little more wonderful to learn about.

 

My chalk drawings from the past couple of days are fading and nothing has come to me to put to the slab or paper.  My thoughts have been murky.  My dreams have been fluid and very little to hold on to and write down in my dream journal.   I am not worried.  I need this rest period.  The veil will open.  The curtains will part and show me things to share.  For now it’s sleep, words, numbers, concepts and may a random picture or two.

Surreal – by Jackie

“Surreal is the distance between the grass and the dew

The random points of light when assembled

That make me and you

Am I walking or am I gliding

In the stitches of space

Or am I just a particle hiding…..”

 

I painted this back in April of this year. Yes, that sparkle is fabric paint I included lol. The purple wisps were inspired by the movie The Arrival. One of the weird images to come out of my “long walk” recently. I’m almost ready to bust out one of the blank canvas we bought and see what comes.

Hugs and positive vibes through the wires!

11 June 2018 Expectations and Afternoon Dreams

11 June 2018 – Lately I’ve been really tired a lot and my mind has been lacking clarity. I think it’s a combination of recovering from almost two months of next to no sleep and all that “stuff” that was going on. It’s probably the unrelenting heat too. I don’t do real well with excessive heat. Texas isn’t for the faint of heart! I don’t think I’ll ever really get used to heat that sucks all the moisture out of the soil and the air! Probably why the ants are doing what they are doing. Anyhew….I decided to break into the new box of chalks from my friend. Turns out some of them have glitter flecks. I wasn’t sure about that until I saw the sparkle happen. The green square on the left has a flash of glitter light on it lol.

Hello to you.  How are you?  I hope you’ve been having a good day.  I got a letter from my Mom today and it was wonderful to hear from her.  We pen pals have worked out an agreement that we will write when we feel like it and there is no obligations to immediately write back.  My Mom and I have both been learning a lot the past few years about doing things for others and expecting things of them in return.  If you are only doing things to get some kind of response and not just because you want to do it, then may be you aren’t doing it for the right reasons.  Do what you do because you genuinely want to and without expectations. 

“Expectation is the seed of resentment”

Like this blog for instance.  Again and again my  husband reminds me and I have to remind me that I am blogging for me first.  This is a tool in my sanity toolkit – repeal of net neutrality be damned lol (http://thehill.com/policy/technology/391698-what-the-repeal-of-net-neutrality-rules-means).  Writing, art and photography are a couple of the main ways I use to help me sort through and make sense of my world.

Anyhew!

I took a much needed nap this afternoon with my dream traveling buddy Link and had a couple dreams.  The first one was short, one of those flash dreams I have a lot and very creepy!  There was a phrase, “Righteous in the elevator” associated with two very strange men.  These men were in an elevator that had a cross burned into the wall and one of them pointed to it and said something like, “taken care of.”  Then I dreamt about a black man working at a gas station.  I was talking to him and telling him I was worried about him trying to take care of inside and outside customers at the same time.  Then some man pulled out a guitar and we were worried it was a gun instead.

Words in Numbers:

18 9 7 8 20 5 15 21 19

R I G H T E O U S = 122/5 divided by 2 = 2.5 = 7 divided by 2 = 3.5 = 8/4/2/1

(interesting to note RIGHT = 62/8/4/2/1)

14 5 21 20 18 1 12 9 20 25

N E U T R A L I T Y = 145/10/1

(interesting to note NEUTRAL is 91/10/1)

5 24 16 5 3 20 1 20 9 15 14

E X P E C T A T I O N = 132/6 divided by 2 = 3 divided by 2 = 1.5 = 6 divided by 2 = 3 cycle

(interesting to note EXPECT = 73/10/1)

18 5 19 5 14 20 13 5 14 20

R E S E N T M E N T = 133/7 divided by 2 = 3.5 – 8/4/2/1

(interesting to note just RESENT = 81/9 divided by 2 = 4.5 = 9 cycle)

11 June 2018 Control, Ant politics and Mindfulness vs Mindlessness (Laura Chang, M.A., LPC)

Hello to you from where and when you are stopping by.  I’m finally able to sit down here and have a moment.  Kyle picked me up some light auburn hair coloring and now I look a bit more like myself again.  I knew better from past experiences than to go blonde but ah well.   What happens with us girls, at least this girl, is when I don’t feel like I have control over things going on!  When I’m feeling powerless, in a mindless versus mindful sort of way (there is a difference), I will do a couple of predictable things.  I will start moving furniture, trying to organize and clean out stuff (very productive this one) and ultimately I will start fussing, then cutting and color my hair.  Depending on what is going on, it can take quite an effort for me to get to a mindful state of being.  It’s in those weak moments that going blonde,  or in my case going orange happens!

Don’t I look stunning?! LOL! I saw this and had to share. Pink haired Spock, had to have it in my life!

Now for something completely different…..

10 June 2018 – These pretty little flowers were from a $1 seed packet at the Family Dollar!

We often take for granted the very things that most deserve our gratitude.
Cynthia Ozick

10 June 2018 – I took this lying on my cot. I thought it was so cool all the elements that could be seen in one view.

We had another major ant siege this morning.  It’s dry and hot and that’s when they make their move.  They have surrounded the house and were even trying to set up shop in a window.  I can’t blame them for fighting to survive these elements but damn I wish they’d go someplace besides my house to do it.  I spread some Diametrious earth around the house and we fought them back from the inside with a mix of white vinegar and Dr. Bonner’s Peppermint which seemed to work.   We try not to use the traditional poisons mainly for health reasons with the dogs and ourselves.  Most of our neighbors use exterminator services like we used to and or spray the toxic stuff which chases the ants from their place over to ours.  With ant politics that’s really all we are doing.  You don’t really kill ants, you just move them from one place to another!   Until the next battle!

24 April 2018 ants on the side of the house looking like they are making a nest in the walls. We’ve had them get into the house and into our laundry basket before!

If there is meaning in life at all, then there must be meaning in suffering.

Victor Frankl

13 9 14 4 12 5 19 19 14 5 19 19

M I N D L E S S N E S S = 152/8/4/2/1

13 9 14 4 6 21 12 13 5 19 19

M I N D F U L N E S S = 135/9 divided by 2 = 4.5 = 9 cycle

https://www.mindfulnessmuse.com/mindfulness/mindfulness-vs-mindlessness

Mindfulness vs. Mindlessness

“Rejoice in the things that are present; all else is beyond thee.” – Montaigne

We are mindful when we are in a “mental state characterized by nonjudgmental awareness of the present moment experience, including sensations, thoughts, bodily states, consciousness, and the environment, while encouraging openness, curiosity, and acceptance” (Hofmann et al., 2010, p. 169).  This state of mindfulness is flexible, open to novelty, and sensitive to both context and perspective (Langer, 2005).

When we are operating in life from a mindful position, we are willing to open ourselves to all of the possibilities and nuances of our internal and external worlds.  We feel willing to invite whatever thoughts and emotions may come, because we are not rigid in fear that thoughts or emotions will overwhelm us.  Through this open stance, we allow ourselves to bear witness to thoughts, emotions, and external events without judgment.  Paradoxically, when we allow potentially negative thoughts or feelings to simply “be,” we take away the power that they have over us.  It is when we resist and deny our thoughts and feelings that they grow stronger.

A mindful stance welcomes whatever thoughts and emotions arise, examines them with curiosity and openness, and then lets them go.  There is no need to hold on to the disturbing thoughts and emotions.  From a mindful place, we are willing to experience them, calm in the knowledge that we are in the driver’s seat.  Thoughts and emotions have no power over us when in a mindful place.  When we experience fear, anger, or sadness mindfully, we take away the power of those emotions.  We do not deny or invalidate them, but we see them for what they truly are: feelings.

When we choose to adopt a mindful view towards our daily experience, we release the need to evaluate every thought, feeling, or action as “good” or “bad.”  Ellen Langer, author of the chapter “Well-Being” in the Handbook of Positive Psychology, notes that while “evaluation is central to the way we make sense of our world, in most cases, evaluation is mindless … A more mindful approach would entail understanding not only that there are advantages and disadvantages to anything we may consider but that each disadvantage is simultaneously an advantage from a different perspective (and vice versa).  With this type of mindful approach, virtually every unpleasant aspect of our lives could change.”

Much of what we are taught in Western societies involves the idea that when bad things happen, we just need to “hold on” and wait for them to pass.  Imagine the tension and fear involved in this mindset – knuckles white, breath held in, muscles tight.  When we shift into a mindful stance, we can begin to view the bad things that happen in life as being context dependent.  There is a deep awareness that with everything, there are both good and bad aspects, depending on our point of view.

When we are operating in a mindless way, we are choosing not to take in all available information – we select that which we pay attention to, even when it only increases fear or anger.  When living in mindlessness, we go through the day reacting to internal thoughts and feelings and external events, rather than responding. Mindlessness results in unawareness – we are limiting the full range of what we can experience.  There is understandable fear involved in the idea of “inviting” seemingly negative thoughts or emotions with open-minded curiosity.  We are taught to reject and suppress such negativity.

Reflect on how your own experience changes when you practice mindfulness in your daily routine.  The next time that an unpleasant thought or feeling arises, rather than stuffing it down and rejecting it, allow it to be. Practice sitting with discomfort. When we learn how to tolerate discomfort and distress in this way, we are providing ourselves with the chance to be freed from suffering.  Our emotional suffering persists when we deny it, ignore it, or rage against it.  Notice it, welcome it, observe it, and let it go.

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Hofmann, S.G., Sawyer, A.T., Witt, A.A., & Oh, D. (2010). The effect of mindfulness-based therapy on anxiety and depression: A meta-analytic review. Journal of Consulting & Clinical Psychology, 78(2), 169-183.

Snyder, C.R. & S.J. Lopez. (2005). Handbook of Positive Psychology. New York, NY: Oxford University Press.

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10 June 2018 It’s Such A Good Feeling

“What are you grateful for today?! Find one thing and hold on to it and watch how it becomes a blossoming field. “

 

Hello to you.  How are you?  A song is stuck in my head as I’m writing.  It’s that little song Fred Rogers used to sing:

http://pbskids.org/rogers/songLyricsItsSuchAGoodFeeling.html – If you go to this link, you can hear him actually sing it.  There are other songs also.

It’s such a good feeling to know you’re alive.
 It’s such a happy feeling: You’re growing inside.
 And when you wake up ready to say,
 “I think I’ll make a snappy new day.”
 It’s such a good feeling, a very good feeling,
 The feeling you know that we’re friends.

It’s Such a Good Feeling
By Fred M. Rogers
© 1970 

Singing is a way to express how we feel and what’s important to us. These songs convey many of Mister Rogers’ timeless messages about children and childhood. Read more.

Fred Rogers is one of those famous people that just speaks to and comforts the little girl that still lives inside of me.  I hear him and I almost instantly start tearing up!

Had a couple fun dreams.  One had something about Lady Gaga playing video games and apparently she was quite good at it!  There was something about a flashing light.  Then just before I woke up this morning, I dreamt about actor Robin Williams.  Kyle and I went to some place that had valet parking for cars in a tower like building in the sky.  The valet only asked for $5 for his services.  We weren’t dressed in fancy clothes.  We wore jeans and polo shirts and were walking through some elaborate lobby to the main theater.  Then there was Robin.  He had elaborate hair swooping in all different directions and was dressed in a fancy sparkling gold outfit.  He was being goofy as always and as the show was going to begin….I woke up.

DANGIT!

Why does that always seem to happen to me?!  Waking up just as the good part of a dream is about to begin?!  May be the keepers of those realms are worried I would want to stay.

I think the Robin Williams dream was triggered by seeing a clip of him on a video we were watching on You Tube yesterday and because his name has been coming up a lot in lieu of the recent public figures who have taken their own lives.  His death really hurt but I understand his wanting to go out on his own terms in lieu of suffering through Parkinson’s disease!  Sometimes I think we are kinder to our pets when it comes to terminal or debilitating illnesses than we are to human beings.

This is a funny story we had never heard about his Mrs. Doubtfire role.  While dressed up as Mrs. Doubtfire, he went into a sex shop in San Francisco!

Robin Williams [EXPLICIT] Mrs. Doubtfire Visits Sex Shop // SiriusXM // Town Hall