Yesterday I was watching small streams of water flow into small lakes beneath the snow. I walked across a parking lot at full stride, a sign that my injured feet were returning to full strength. I was thinking of putting small tomato seeds and pepper seeds into warm soil and watching nature’s magic unfold.
Tonight, 40 mile an hour winds and 4-5 inches of snow blowing with it.
We think seasons come with regularity and in phases, but they really come and go each and every day.
A human life has seasons, too. (We are a part of nature after all.) This has been a good winter to review the seasons of my life.
When I was in my twenties and had found the path I would follow for the next 40 years; I was so fresh and on fire. I beat the beast of my own shyness and learned to speak in front of people. I scaled mountains I thought impossible, and then made it safely down the other side. Crazy fun scary wild energy that.
I’m 63 now and re-evaluating. I’m wiser now (I hope). And tamed. And still there is some fun, wild, scary, crazy energy inside of me that still wants to learn and grow and move.
I don’t know what this season will bring. I don’t want the same things I wanted in my twenties, but it is up to me to shape and define what it is that I do want. I still love working with people to see what destiny and purpose have in mind for them. I love my house. I love building and growing and will do that until I drop. And, as you can tell, I’ve not been doing a lot of writing lately but am thinking of re-engaging my goal to finish some books.
Last Sunday we went to see a storyteller named Anne Dunn, and she said that stories have spirit and that they come to us like a blessing. When I think back to how I was when I was following some elusive character through a hundred or two blank pages—that was the magic for me. I think I got sidetracked by trying to “be a writer” instead of following the story spirit. Maybe it is time I went back to see what those little spirits have in mind for me. I can imagine spending this golden season of my life tracking sprites through mystical lands.
I’ve been studying a wonderful book called Heart Math Solutions and have found a lot of my own techniques made into quick and effective little plug-ins. I’m enamored with the idea of running the rest of my seasons through my heart and not my head. The heart energy is a powerful force in the world—much more powerful than we give it credit for. And it is not hard to slide away from the negativity of the mind and into the loving pulse of the heart.
People are feeding on darkness everywhere I go. I find it so sad that we seem unable to take back our power. One study in the book said that a single recalled angry event (just even letting it come fully to mind) will take your immune system down by half for the next six hours.
One recalled injustice, or slight, or bad attitude. Just one.
Really? I should give away that kind of power?
So, I want to share just one of the techniques for you to try. It is called the Freeze Frame. (Don’t be fooled by its simplicity).
- Consider a situation in your life that is causing you trouble or pain.
- Freeze an image of that situation (like a still photograph instead of full cinema)
- Move your attention to the area of your heart and hold it there for 10 seconds at least, breathing your energy through that area.
- Now surround yourself with an image of a moment of great happiness or compassion (bliss, joy, serenity) and bring that image very close to you as though you were there again.
- Now, return to the area of the heart and re-consider the difficult situation and ask your heart, “What would be the most efficient way to deal with this situation?
- And then wait for a response. (It may come later, it may come just as a sensation, but something comes.)
That’s it. And become aware of every time your mind strays and repeat the exercise again and again until the mind and heart come into a nice working relationship instead of fighting each other.
It feels good to be back with you again, and back to this page. Today I posted on Facebook, “I’m feeling so fine. I could kiss myself I’m so pretty.” Just saying the words in my head again makes me smile.
And a smile is a powerful thing.
Peace, and do say hello to your absent writing friend in a comment. Let me know if you try the technique and how it worked for you.
Note: I was reading through the comments and remembered Rita’s great comment. I had asked her if I could post it, and it seems very appropriate for tonight’s post. Thanks for the smile Rita. Her comment came from this earlier post. http://jamieleeonline.com/what-are-you-sinking-about/
I’m not sinking; I’m thinking. I’m thinking about not sinking. If I sink, I won’t be doing any good thinking. And when I’m thinking, I’m usually not sinking–unless I’m thinking about things that make me want to sink. I’d rather not. So I don’t think about sinking . . . and then I usually don’t sink. Thinking is good–it’s so much better than sinking. See, I’m thinking right now and you can see I’m not sinking. At least I hope I’m not. Uh oh, just saying that means I’m doing a little sinking. Or, oh no, it means I’m actually thinking about thinking and sinking, so I’m thinking and not sinking. Yay!Share on Facebook