I was in a shop the day before yesterday, where I heard this conversation:
“Thank God, it’s Friday!”
“It’s not Friday yet, it’s only Thursday!”
“I know, I just can’t wait until Friday…”
“Everyone loves Friday…”
“Every day, I can’t wait until it’s Friday…”
As I was wandering around, I wondered about what they loved so much about Friday – or what they didn’t like so much about the rest of the week that they couldn’t wait to get to the end of it. Maybe I’m just lucky or something, but I like all the days. In my weeks. I have an ebb and flow of work, rest and play – my weekdays are not all work, and my weekends are not all play. Every day I have a mixture of all these things, because that’s how I flow best. I definitely don’t have so many days in my life that I can afford to wish them away waiting for a particular day of the week!
Best Short Read
The 3 Steps to profound Healing (of your broken bones, heart, spirit). click on the link to read.
Written by Ben Ralston and published in The Elephant Journal, I loved this article – not only because the three steps to healing are absolutely spot on and profound – but because he describes healing ourselves as our single most important work:
Somewhere along the line human beings forgot how to quickly and easily release trauma (wild animals do it naturally). We instead learnt to hold on to our trauma. And those instincts that helped us to survive the trauma stayed locked in place – permanently switched on.
So our lives became ruled by subconscious tendencies towards fighting (conquer, destroy, kill, argue, conflict, win, etc); flight (hide, run away, escape, remain passive, etc); and freezing (numbness, paralysis, stiffness, lock-down, tightening up, etc).
This is why you may be a highly evolved, spiritual person, but have health, emotional, or psychological problems. Because there is something in your subconscious that trips you up and interferes with your essential nature from expressing itself naturally.
When enough of us heal these blockages, I am sure there will be peace on earth, because peacefulness is the natural inclination of life. War is an aberration, like murder.
We have the tools to forge a new society, a new earth, a new humanity.
Healing ourselves is the ultimate environmental activism.
It is a political act.
It is an expression of Ahimsa (non-violence) and Satya (truthfulness) and compassion.
Let us heal ourselves and each other.
Let us heal the global heart that is bleeding and crying out for us to stop abusing ourselves.
You heard him people – healing ourselves, doing our work – is activism at it’s very highest level. Inspirational, huh?
My favourite blog for this week is UnTangled. Written by Dr Kelly Flanagan, a clinical psychologist and a writer, this blog regularly gives me insight into myself, my relationships and the world around me. He has a very personal, engaging style and uses stories from his own life to draw us into a conversation about being our best selves. This week’s post from Dr Kelly about the three types of relationships and the most important three little words in a relationship (hint: they are not I love you) really resonated with me. Given all the relationship work that the Bear and I have done this year, this post had a particular resonance.
Daughter of Rufus Wainwright III and Kate McGarrigle, Martha Wainwright has an unrivalled music pedigree and a gorgeous quirky folk rock talent that I’ve been following for years. You might know and love this song like I do (careful! bad language):
Come Home to Mama, released in 2012, is her third full studio album and represents a new start for Martha. In the winter of 2009/2010, her mother Kate McGarrigle passed away.and she became a mother for the first time. Martha said:
This record is a culmination of my life experiences so far. Everything changed for me a couple of years ago and this record is a representation of that and a return to the reason I started writing songs. I’ve made this record as a motherless child and as a mother. Two things I had never been before. For me, it is a new beginning.
It’s always hard to pick a song from an album, but this one is particularly good:
Yesterday I took the plunge and bought an iPad mini. Eeeeeeee :). To say that I am in love with it would be a sad understatement 🙂 I’ve been thinking about buying a tablet for about 2 years now (lol 😀 I know, I don’t like to rush these things – plus you know, it’s difficult to make these kind of expensive techy decisions). My kindle e-reader died about a month ago, and that really pushed me into action – do I buy another kindle (which is really only good at one thing – reading books) or do I get a tablet that can be an e-reader as well as do the other things that I want to: blog reader, emails, social media and mini mobile workstation that I can take anywhere, easily? After doing my research, asking friends and trying them out, I decided (finally!) on the iPad mini, which is small enough that I can read off it easily, but has a big tablet ability.
Soon you will notice how stones shine underfoot.
Eventually tides will be the only calendar you believe in…
And someone’s face, whom you love, will be as a star
Both intimate and ultimate,
And you will be heart-shaken and respectful.
And you will hear the air itself, like a beloved whisper:
‘Oh let me, for a while longer, enter the two
Beautiful bodies of your lungs…’
Look, and look again.
This world is not just a little thrill for your eyes.
It’s more than bones.
It’s more than the delicate wrist with its personal pulse.
It’s more than the beating of a single heart.
It’s giving until the giving feels like receiving.
You have a life – just imagine that!
You have this day, and maybe another, and maybe
We do one thing or another; we stay the same or we change.
Congratulations if you have changed.
Let me ask you this.
Do you also think that beauty exists for some fabulous reason?
And if you have not been enchanted by this adventure—your life—
what would do for you?
Since then I have gone out from my confinements, though with difficulty
I mean the ones that are thought to rule my heart.
I cast them out, I put them on the mush pile.
They will be nourishment somehow (everything is nourishment somehow or another).
And I have become the child of the clouds, and of hope.
I have become the friend of the enemy, whoever that is.
I have become older and, cherishing what I have learned,
I have become younger.
And what do I risk to tell you this, which is all I know?
Love yourself. Then forget it. Then, love the world
― Mary Oliver
There is poetry…and then there is poetry written by Mary Oliver.
This week, oh wonder of wonders – it rained. It rained and rained and rained until all the empty dams were full, the rivers flowing and the earth soft and green. We had more rain this week than we have had in 18 months. Never mind that it was in August, traditionally our driest month – it rained! I can see the tension relax on people’s faces – the cattle farmers who have to spend hundreds (or even thousands!) of money each week on feed and irrigation to feed their cows, the rural householders who have to buy water to drink and for their daily use, the gardeners who have no choice but to let their gardens go fallow – and the shopkeepers who get squeezed as the farmers do it tough. This is medicine alright, medicine for the soul.
And to finish things off – I love wisdom that make me smile 🙂