A Grandmother’s Garden

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Blossoms in a garden
Blessings of color and texture
Fingertips brush gently
An almost too subtle
Scent wafts on the breeze.

Memories resurface
Gentle and vivid you remind me,
Of your features echoed in mine,
Your humor in my laugh,
Your smile in mine.

Each petal a memory
Some vivid as yesterday,
Some remembered in my bones.
Echoes of stories fluttering gently,
Pale but never quite forgotten.

Would you cherish the woman I became?
As I look back at the garden
That is the life I sow,
Comes a soft but certain knowing
The blossoms are ours.

 

Perception and Success

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“Whatever You’re Looking For Can Only Be Found
Inside Of You.”
~Rumi

What started out as a way of focussing my meditation has become and exploration of the Twelve Laws of Karma.  When I meditate my mind tends to wander to the itch on my nose, my “honey do? list, the dust bunnies I forgot to sweep under the couch.  To combat this I started ruminating on one of the Rules of Karma and then figuring out how they apply in my life. I compare them to other spiritual teachings and then find the opportunity to share my ruminations.  I am far from an expert, but I really find I am getting to the bottom of some of my most difficult struggles, those with myself.

One of my biggest struggles is how I set priorities, or don’t.  In Karma the fifth law “The Law of Responsibility” would say what we focus on is what we manifest.   In fact, similar concepts can be found in many spiritual teachings.  Whatever a man reaps, so shall he sow,” (Galatians 7:6).  Some Aboriginal proverbs say that whatever wolf you feed love, kindness, and optimism, or hate, anger and defeat will be the one that prevails in your life.  What I  focus on, is what becomes more powerful in this moment, my day, or my life.

I have always struggled with conflict   I noticed it, I had a love/hate relationship with it, I relished in my ability to prevail in times of conflict.  So I spent much of my life focussed on conflict, even if it was only to say, I was working toward conflict resolution.  I fed the wolf until it nearly consumed me.  I had difficulty forgiving friends for grievances, I focussed on how to solve conflicts instead of focussing on what was working in a relationship.  It was even reflected in my face and body language.    A friend of mine called it my “F-you” face.   I didn’t even know I had one!  I now playfully name it “my resting bitch face.”   My defensiveness was reflected on my face and my body language and that ultimately created more conflict.

As my sons grew up their competiveness became toxic at times.  I would step in,  explaining to each the perspective of the other and both thinking I favoured the other.  Convincing me became the way to win an argument.  My kids grew more and more dependent on me playing referee to their increasingly vitriolic spats.  Super Mom would swoop in and decree who erred,  where, and what was the resolution.  I became the centre of the conflict that was not even involving me and integral to its resolution.   Ultimately, I became the target of both their anger.  SuperMom became SuperMartyr.

So you see how I created what I feared? I wanted the harmony in my house I didn’t feel when I was a child.  I created what I feared.  I noticed the conflict, not the stumbles toward resolution, so the conflict was the focus.  The conflict was reinforced as well as my function in it.  I fed the wolf of conflict.

The Law of Responsibility also says what I notice in other people is also what is in me. If someone really sticks in my craw, I ask myself why?  If someone is selfish I ask myself if something they want is in the way of my getting what I want?  Is my self interest creating a conflict that needn’t be there?  Does focussing on their behaviour, instead of my reaction, improve the situation or make it more complicated?

That is not to say that if other’s self interest may be toxic we need to endorse it.  The Law of Responsibility simply says that mine is not to judge them but to accept it as their journey.  The Bible says, “Judge not, lest ye be judged.”  It is easier to accept harm or hurt at the hands of another when I look at it as an opportunity  for self awareness. Did my reaction serve the situation or detract from it? If I am finding people cruel, are they responding to the insensitivity in me?   This is not to say I line myself up for another kick in the teeth, I simply stop wasting my mental energy being angry, or distrustful. It saves me rehashing the conflict in my mind over and over again in my mind until I bore even myself.  I focus on the positives in the relationship and let the wound in the relationship heal into the new reality.

The same goes for my day to day life.  If I focus on the positives in my life I find they tend to multiply.  A friend and I started a challenge a number of months ago where I started a gratitude list of ten items that I enjoyed in the day.  At first the gratitude list was a challenge, now I find I have to pare it down.  There is so much that is worthy of notice.     I even cheat some days and mention two at a time in the list.

I have often heard people say, “the world owes you nothing.”  I would add, “but will give us everything we can dream of.”  We can influence what the world gives us by our perspective and actions. Your life is not a reflection of your trauma or your history.   In any given circumstances, there are people who take a challenge and thrive or those who fail.  The outcome is often dependent on how the individual perceives the same challenge.  Life is simply a reflection of the choices, perception, and energy an individual invests.

So if I want something, I work at it as if the goal is possible and I expect to succeed.  I often told my kids that instead of worrying about possible mistakes they might make, instead envision themselves succeeding in any given situation.  In this way you are practicing a positive result.     Are we spending our time focussed on what we want more of in our life?? Do we commit time to exercise, creative pursuits, or family?  My work reflects my commitment to my goals and daily repetition of my commitments.   Failure, in fact, is not even possible, in this circumstance, if I consider stumbles as an opportunity to learn. “I don’t have time” is another way of saying, “that isn’t a priority.”  My life is created by my perception, my practice, and, ultimately, on my priorities.

In essence, the Law of Responsibility is the law that says we get back what we put out in the world.  What we focus on, manifest, and create becomes what returns to us.  If we are kind and grateful, we find people give it back in return.   If we find opportunities under the rocks we used to find obstacles, we will move towards our goals.  Make our purpose the priority and our life changes based on what we spend our time, energy, and focus on.

Perception and Reality

The things that occur to me this lovely morning:
1. Sometimes the most wonderful things are accidents: strangers who become teachers, whispers of our intuition, spontaneous bouts of insanity, love when we aren’t expecting it.
2. In order to forgive we need to let go of expectation and give ourselves permission to move on.
3. Family is a community chosen by the universe to teach life’s most important lessons. With those building blocks we chose to rejoice, renovate,or to recycle. Wisdom is where we learn what works best in each space.
4. For those who have never met my family, I am not a surprise. For those who know them, we are as a group, usually surprising.
5. Each day has blessings, no matter what is going on. Find them, breathe them in, return them.
6. When contemplating loss I always remember my grief is proportional to their impact. May my life reflect their impact and not their absence.
7. Blue jays, sunshine, laughter are here in part because we rejoice in them. Our perception determines our reality.
8. Why is it that our default compliment to a woman is “don’t you look lovely.” They may be smart, hard working, decent, loyal, resilient and funny. As if an accident of their genes take precedence over who they are. Well women in my life I honour all that you have made yourself. And yes you are beautiful in every way.
9. There is in the world an infinite capacity for love, awe, gratitude, and joy. The more we experience and give away the more is created.
10. As much as I wish it, I can not take away another’s hurt. I can acknowledge it, bear witness, and affirm there is reality beyond it.

The Demon

Self conscious rage feeds itself
And boils from him
Like acid burns his skin.
The rage feeds on itself
Demon feeds demon.

The child is consumed whole;
A snake feasts on itself.
Whispers the agony of his own destruction.
Self conscious anger boils to rage.
And the child wails.

Champion defends the wounded
And quarters the abuser.
Yet the heart beats sluggishly,
The soul screams for mercy
From himself.

Law of Humility and Growth

footprints_on_the_beach“You create what you fear,” is a phrase I try to remember when facing challenges.  It is also a perfect example of the concept of the Law of Humility and the Law of Growth, two of the 12 Laws of Karma.  Karma a concept that many spiritual practices mirror.  It says what a person thinks, feels, and acts on manifests itself in your life.    It is also fodder for a lot of discussion on line.  I was reading a meme which said, “Revenge is sweet, but karma is sweeter… and highly entertaining.”  It is about seeing life as a process in which each step and stumble will either bless you or teach you.  The trick is in the consciousness of those thoughts and patterns.

Now I am not sure how this all transpired because I am not Buddhist, buy I started a meditation practice that has me focusing on different Karmic Laws. All have a kind of simplicity and accountability that I find useful as I develop a new habit of regular meditation.   The first  law, the Great Law, states you manifest what you think, act, and expect. It is a wonderful law which basically says that the situations and challenges you focus on, manifest in your life. Your life reflects your perception and your actions, whether conscious or unconscious.  The second is the Law of Creation which states that in order to create something you want, you have to participate. The Universe does not give you something because you wish it, but rather because you act on the wish and it manifests through your continued participation, growth, and action both positive and negative. “You create promote and allow what manifests in your life” is speaking of this law.

Now I am not what one would call a guru.  I have a love hate relationship with silence.  I love it.  It allows me to relax and at times it creates a vacuum that I have an urge to fill with mundane chatter.  I could drive Buddha himself to loose his cool.  “Sit there and SHUT UP!” However, as I use this time to contemplate patterns and blessings in my life.  My mind has become clearer and I am seeing how the things I say to and about myself are manifesting in very tangible ways in my life.

One of the results of my meditations is my daily gratitude list.   A couple of days ago, in the middle of my daily gratitude list, came the epiphany that the Third and Fourth Laws of Karma: the Law of Humility and the Law of Growth are dependent on each other.    The Law of Humility is a bit of a challenge for me because it asks us to acknowledge our patterns.   Now, I have a list of my faults and underacheivements that I keep a very diligent and precise inventory of.  I am only realizing how much that constant barrage of negativity has cost me.   If I give the successes and mistakes equal gravity then the anger at myself becomes counter productive.   “Acceptance” does not include anger.  Nagging, rage, and belittling didn’t work with our kids and it doesn’t work with us.  However, to accept the mistakes of the past allows us an opportunity to look at them without rancor, then learn  and formulate strategies to move on.  It is when we give ourselves the gift of forgiveness and grace that we allow ourselves to heal from our own abuse.  With that new forgiveness and honesty we can formulate new patterns and move on.  Simple for sure. Possible absolutely.   Easy…not so much.

If it were easy then the Law of Humility would not be needed.  If I accept the things of the past I am not proud of without rancour then the next step also accepts my power to change past patterns. Marrianne Williamson says, Our deepest fear is not that we are inadequate. Our deepest fear is that we are powerful beyond measure. It is our light, not our darkness that most frightens us.”  If we accept our greatness with grace we know we must act on the potential in us. That is a monumental step. It certainly has been for me.  To try, and potentially fail, is frightening.  But I’m finding there is a certain joy in the attempt, and the successes outnumber the failures.  And if you look at “failures” as “opportunities to learn,” then failure is, in fact, an impossibility.

The Fourth Law, the Law of Growth says that when we change, that change affects the balance of everything else in our life.  For example, while I can’t change another’s behavior, I can change my own reactions. If a relationship is toxic because of constant conflict and drama, I can choose to react without drama and set boundaries.  In this way my behavior is not part of the pattern.   I refuse to give someone toxic the power to affect my pleasure for even a moment.  For every action there is an equal and opposite reaction.  In this way we change relationships, by only focusing on the change that is needed in us. In addition, if I change a habit, or my response to a challenge then the patterns of my life changes.  If I create a new pattern in my life with exercise, meditation, incorporating creativity, or being more productive at work, my life changes.  I find more energy, I am happier, I am more fulfilled.   The fabric of my life changes, unravels a bit and reweaves itself in exciting new patterns.

I must say these challenges are making changes in my life.  Patterns and stumbling blocks are dissected in my life like a forensic audit.  I am a bit obsessive but it seems to be helping by increasing my accountability to myself.   In addition, I am learning to enjoy the gifts that always made up my life.  The old in my life has become new with my perception changes.  When working these laws I take responsibility for my anger, my reactions, my hurt and let them go more quickly.  I ask the question, “Does this serve me?”  My life becomes a manifestation of my ability to be honest and conscious of my patterns and habits.   I am a conscious reflection of the patterns I create in my head, in my day, and in my life.

 

 

Life Requires our Participation

The karmic rule that life requires our participation is one that many people don’t get.  I certainly didn’t.  I would wish for more harmony in my family and despair when it didn’t happen.  I would bemoan that I was broke.  I was a victim of my life and not it’s author.

I can remember a time when I first heard that you create promote or allow the things that occur in your life.  It made me angry. I was a person who gave and never got back.  I was the one everyone turned to when garbage started to happen in their lives.  I took care of friends dying of cancer, I was the person my sons called when their phone got disconnected, and I could fix it from nine hours away.  They didn’t call me when the good stuff happened.  I got them on their bad days.  I needed to be needed and so I fostered the sense of dependence that kept me central in their lives.  I fostered the dependency and fed it like a potted plant sitting in the center of my kitchen table.

I can’t say when that happened or how I got a handle on it but somehow it did in degrees.  I learned if I wanted a different relationship with my children I needed to cut the apron strings and insist on their respect.  It was as hard as hell to hang up the phone when their frustration with the phone company boiled over and burned me who was trying to help.  It was harder still when I learned that if I was to feel an author of my own life I needed to focus on it.  I needed to spend time writing.  I needed to submit the articles and manuscripts to publishers.  I needed to start my own blog.  I was so afraid of failing I was sitting on the sidelines doing nothing.  Pointless wishing.  I had to commit myself to the things I wanted for myself.  I had to spend time and energy on those things.  I had to give up the idea that a guarantee came at the end of them.

I have also given up the idea that the goal at the end of the path is something of my choosing. If I want to be published I have to submit the manuscript. I have to do it over and over.  I can keep talking about being a writer or I can spend time doing it and working on it and hopefully in time receiving money for it.  I can also stop talking about being fit and start doing it.  Every day do it.  That commitment creates opportunity I never saw before.  I am terrified of computers.  I hate technology at times.  I put off blogging because I got tied up in the how tos instead of giving it a whirl and learning it.

Now I have the joy of doing something.  I spend my time doing things that give me joy.  I give up the things that don’t.  It’s like spring cleaning your calendar.  My life requires me to live it and not sit on the sidelines cheering on others.  That’s not to say my friends, my family, and even strangers don’t come to me for help.  I can still kick the crap out of bureaucracies that are in the way of someone’s success.  I still no how to sweet talk things from people when it is needed.  But I also make sure each day has me plodding along building my life.  It has me planning holidays, and special things for friends, it has me giving with a full heart from a place of fullness.  I love giving now because I don’t let people take advantage.  I set boundaries and enforce them.

I don’t have this perfected yet.  Fifty years of living created some habits that are hard to break.  I still love a good pity party.  Sometimes life comes along and gives me a hit and I’m left winded on the ground. But with this vantage point I can gaze at the stars for a while until my wind returns. Sometimes my demons scream at me that I can’t succeed.  But the truth is I can.  Every day I step onto the field I can.  I do succeed.  If I’m on the playing field instead of sitting on the sidelines I’m successful.  My life is meant for my participation.

 

 

The Quiet of the Morning

It occurs to me on this morning:
1. Trust the process and write. A poem stuck me yesterday as a robin battered itself against my window in a territorial display that he is still exhausting himself with. A metaphor for life at it’s worst.
2. Meditation is a struggle but I remember how much I hated going downstairs when the my now 106 day challenge started.
3. The apple blossoms are still on the tree. It appears the frost has lengthened the bloom. Perhaps my apple tree is as resilient as many people I know.
4. I love the quiet of the early morning: the birdsong, the drumming of the rough grouse, and fresh hot coffee with cream.
5. The sun rises silently from darkness, through the dimness of dawn, to twinkling green, the only movement is the light as it illuminates a changing cast of characters: the tree tops, the trunks, my flower beds then finally the birds exploring the bushes on my lawn. Our perception of our world is like a sunrise. Nothing changes but what we see.
5. I love the quiet of the morning. The promise of a new day. Planning with no agenda, just the magic of possibilities.
6. I love quiet of early morning. The simple pleasure laundry washing to be hung on the line and the smell of summer dried cloths.
7. I love the quiet of early morning. Husband sleeping while I do my cardio downstairs.
8. I love the quiet of the morning with only a lazy cat and hopeful dog for company.
9. I love the quiet of the morning before the day rushes out the door.
10. I love the quiet of the morning when you can greet the rush, before it launches itself from your door, with a brush of your hand and a kiss to the crown of his head. Good morning world. 

Waking the Day

The darkness of night
covers the world in a shroud.
We stumble over unseen obstacles,
Our hands blindly searching
For unseen branches
Slapping us in the darkness,
Our toes smart and bleed as we stumble
On uneven ground.

Yet
In the quiet of early morning
The sun rises through the dimness of dawn
Possibilities not yet illuminated,
Then peeking over the horizon
Like a child giggling and creeping from its hiding place.
Light tickles the tips of the trees
And they squirm in the breeze.
Then she pulls back the covers.

Then
Day slowly rises
Groggy and rubbing its eyes.
As the Earth opens the curtains
and the world warms
Smiling with possibility.
The world awakens to possibilities
And promise.

The Process of Loving Yourself (100 days)

 

I am fifty years old; this age is neither old, nor is it young. It implies a certain amount of wisdom, which my friends assure me, I have. What it assumes also is that I have grown to be someone who loves myself. Now I will say, this is always the case. In fact, in over fifty years I have developed a certain amount of self acceptance, and even self love, but unconditional love, well that is a work in progress. A friend of mine and I were discussing this phenomenon. Two women, both in middle age, discussing how we let ourselves down far more than a friend would accept. We make commitments we don’t follow through with, we berate ourselves for mistakes a friend and/or loved one would get a pass for, and we make time for everything  and everybody but ourselves.

So this woman and I committed to 100 days of loving ourselves. For both of us our first priority was a lack of exercise that we knew was affecting our overall health that was our first priority. We committed to 100 days of moving no less than thirty minutes a day and, at first, both of us doubted our ability to do this with any kind of regularity. What we found was exactly the opposite.  This was a transformative experience for both of us. We live hundreds of miles apart so we kept accountable on Facebook, listing what we did, and congratulated each other for the progress we were making. She ways up to 10,000 steps a day! A woman ten years my senior and her older partner kept challenging each other until the initial challenge became a distant memory, and she was in a walking program a woman half her age may not have been able to do.   She went hiking with her grandchildren in the final days of the challenge and they shouted encouragement for her that she did not need. She was not winded, but she relished in the praise as her young cheerleaders gave her love and acceptance and she made memories.

I have arthritis in my knees and back. Long hikes are not often possible for me but I committed to 30 minutes on the exercise bike. This became 35 minutes and then creeped up to an hour. When my doctor challenged me to incorporate weights I did that. I shortened my cycling and added interval intensity to challenge my cardio. Then as my back started to give me problems I called a friend who gave me some yoga moves that could stretch and strengthen my back. Soon my workout became a challenging mix of fitness that included 15 minutes of weights, 45 minutes interval cardio, and yoga. I logged in religiously and while there were days I only did my thirty minutes, others I didn’t do weights, I did a minimum of thirty minutes every day but two. My fitness routine usually included and hour and a half of sweaty cardio, weights and yoga.  My body changed significantly.  I lost some weight but I went down two sizes, I can now do a plank for two and half minutes on some days, modified yoga poses to start became mid level poses that I thought would never be in the cards.

But what surprised me about this was how much I loved it. This half hour routine grew in duration and complexity and became something I fit other things around.  If I had an evening appointment, I planned for an early morning workout.  I loved the sense of accomplishment. I had committed to myself to move and I did. What started as a challenge, making time for the movement, became a habit then something that became as necessary as eating and sleep. As this habit became so mentally important, I incorporated writing then meditation into my daily commitments.  Slowly the small commitments became a routine of loving myself.  I was my first priority for the first time in my life.

When we crossed that finish line 100 days later we phoned each other. For two hours we talked about what we learned. We learned faith in ourselves. We identified negative tapes that play in our brains and undermine our success in all areas of of our lives. We challenged ourselves with commitments in the past we would say we could never live up to.  We learned that we were worth the same commitment we give to those people in our lives we love. Best of all, our modest little commitment became something some of our friends and family joined in on. My husband comes down when I go to the basement to work out. My sister who started a journey before me, started logging in. My friend acquired walking partners, her grand kids, her husband and her neighbor. Mutual friends joined in on their own challenges. We became a community of people moving towards a goal of loving ourselves.

So when we finished we recommitted to another 100 days. It is not just a habit we developed, it is necessary to our well being. We are addicted to loving ourselves a step at a time. We wanted to fill our lives with balance and wellness. Both of us have committed to different lifestyle plans to continue to improve our health. We also committed to our respective creative journeys. I am committing to writing and expanding my writing repertoire. I will exercise and practice meditation each day. She is working on her art and teaching. We are learning we are a physical, mental, and creative manifestation of our self talk and our daily actions. We are not aiming for perfection, we are aiming for love and commitment. I am excited to see what changes we will see in ourselves in another 100 days.

The people who raised me.

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My husband and I visited a friend who lost his mother yesterday and it occurred to me how fortunate I am that my parents are still young and healthy.
So today what I am grateful for:

1. That my parents are here to love and get guidance from.
2. That I have the kind of parents one could aspire to be.
3. That they encouraged us to try, to keep trying and to be smart about it.
4. They taught us integrity, kindness, self respect and that being perfect was not necessary.
5. They taught us that what we learned from them was largely of our choosing and not their teaching.
6. When they worried we didn’t necessarily know, which gave us confidence.
7. Only when we had children did we realize they likely worried A LOT.
8. When we did realize they worried and got nervous, they encouraged us to do it anyway.
9. They taught us that if we tried and fell flat on our face we were still five feet nine inches ahead of where we started. ( Laura took a little hop and Lisa bent at the knees).
10. Above all have humour because that way when we did experience a flop, we had a good story.