focus, journaling, meditation, mindfulness

Meanderings of the Mind

I dreamt my brain went flying through space on its own adventure. I made this collage to honour the occasion.

When I have the luxury of waking up naturally, I like to lay in my bed and follow the meanderings of my mind.

Today I woke up excited to choose a topic for meditation. I already had chosen a theme for the week- senses, from my reading in training to become a certified meditation teacher- and landed on movement. I like sometimes to choose a topic and tell my brain “today is… run with it”. I landed on the sense of movement for today.

I lay there for awhile stretching.. dancing with my hands, enjoying moving and noticing the flow and connection with my breath.

I thought of light, and sound, and how object are all vibrations of molecules. How in one way or another, all is light and sound. All is vibration.

My worth thinking paused, and I played mind movies of some of my favourite light and sound moments. The play of light and shadow on leaves. Music, The sound of a beloved person’s voice.

I thought of movement and stillness. About how the extremes impede growth. too much movement can become chaos or exhaustion. Too much stillness can become complacency or stagnation. I gave time to thinking about how I could present these concepts in a corporate mindfulness setting.

I thought about paper being a vibrational transformation of the plants it’s usually made from. How paper is both an offering and a sacrifice. Unless it’s 100% recycled, most paper in its origin was a plant that was sacrificed to become paper. It becomes an offering to be written on, created with, exchanged as a means of value, and so on.. Every time now when I use paper, I will take a moment to thank the trees.

I jumped more to thinking about vibrations; thinking about the vibration of thought itself. I thought of brain furrows and how they remind me of the plowed fields behind my house growing up.

Suddenly I;d found I’d made myself small. My kidhood self. Hooded jacked, rainboots… walking the fields/brain furrows. Stopping and bending down looking for treasure, which were I grew up was usually agates.

I thought of how I could use this image….. wandering the furrows of my brain… as a device to bring me deeper.

I wondered if my Mom still has a particular large agate. On I remember being as big as my hand, and to ask her to take a picture of it to send to me.

My brain gradually slowed until there was simply the process of waking, and thinking it was time to get out of bed.

I stretched and said out loud “Thank was beautiful. Thank you.”

There is no requirement to still the mind, or sit just so to meditate. It’s more about a deeper connection with Self. You can lay in your bed, sit in a chair, get up and dance, go for a hike, get lost in creating art, listening to music. Let your mind show you the adventure of the moment.

Ah! That was beautiful. Thank you!

Creativity, focus, inspiration, meditation, mindfulness, Personal Development, Personal growth

Singing on the Trail

On my way back down the mountain today, in the distance behind me, I could hear someone singing.. singing deeply from their soul.

I slowed down so I could enjoy the singing. My Spanish is not wonderful, and it’s not in this clip, but I could swear at one point they sang “There are not words in my mouth that say how I feel in my heart”.

My brain shot back in time to a job I had where the custodian, from Laos, sang all the time. He told me the days he sang loudest and longest were the days he was missing his country the most.

I remember years ago I would hear people randomly singing or whistling through their day, and I don’t really hear it much any more. That in part is what made today so special.

I would like there to be ease in the world again where when people felt it rise up, the songs would come, and mingle with those of the birds like they did today.

Affirmations, Attachment, Creativity, focus, goal setting, inspiration, journaling, mindfulness, passion, Personal Development, Personal growth

Shining Brightly

I’ve been working through Danielle LaPorte’s “The Desire Map”, and at one point she talked about burning journals. So radical, so empowering.. so…. scary!

Journals are archives of our lives. A way to go back and revisit, and perhaps relive past pains and triumphs. Some of it, to me, might be worth preserving, but a lot of mine are deeply private thoughts I just had to let out “somewhere”. It’s an odd attachment to the past, even if they lay like mine, hidden away in a closet for years, or like the one I started this year with the intention of writing every morning. I stopped March 18th- the day everything shut down due to the pandemic.

I’m seriously considering it. It sounds freeing and energizing… much the way clearing out closets is. I don’t want to cling to the past, to who I was. I want to celebrate who I am, and who I am becoming.

In the first exercise, there is a writing prompt “What I know to be true”. Without hesitation I wrote “I am an amazing person who has deeply internalized that shining brightly is arrogant and vulgar. Whoa”.

The pen dropped out of my hand. I realized that has so long been a mantra shaping my life. Odd a little, as for many years I was an oboe player, and they are a bit the rock star of band and orchestra music. One hundred bars of rest, and then a sweet solo to open people’s hearts.

But that is a skill I channeled and honed with hours of practice. I applied my intuition to interpret what the composer wanted to convey. It’s not me being me in all my quirky, sometimes inappropriate, glory. Or expressing my thoughts, or creating my own music and art. I’ve long served and supported the ambitions and ideas of others, but often put aside my own passions “for later.”

Thing is, I have learned along the way I can be of service to others, while also honoring my own passions. Even my life mission statement of two years ago “I am a life long artist dedicated to creating excitement and enhancing life experience using my creative gifts while walking with others on our creative journeys” puts others first.

I can put myself first, and still be compassionate, loving, intuitive, and of service. I can incorporate the current life mission into my new one.

I’m going to create my new life mission statement.. right here, right now.

I am filling myself up with so much love, expressed through my creativity, that I cannot help but shine brightly and be a guide for others by the example of my own life.

Whew?

Are you ready?

I am!!
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You can read Danielle LaPorte’s blog entry about burning journals here: https://medium.com/@DanielleLaPorte/burn-your-journals-maybe-either-way-heres-some-inspiration-on-letting-go-a3f5ff67fcf6

and learn more about the Desire Map process here:
https://www.thedesiremap.com/

Creativity, focus, inspiration, mindfulness, Personal Development, Personal growth

What Lays Hidden….

I’ve been in dormancy since March it seems.

Not unlike this Calla lily, which has sent up only leaves for years, until now. Dormant in blooming for so long I can no longer remember if it was pink or white when I first brought it into my garden.

It has chosen to burst out of its dormancy in these glorious sunset colours.

So many of us have have been forced into a dormancy of sorts recently.

I’ve delighted in seeing people rediscover things they enjoyed when times were less busy. Things core to their being.

What has been laying dormant in you?

What is longing to burst forth in colourful glory?

What juicy truth is at your center?

Adventure, Affirmations, creative block, Creativity, focus, goal setting, inspiration, meditation, mindfulness, passion, Personal Development, Personal growth, spirituality

Creativity Embodied

“Even if you don’t call yourself an artist, you have the potential to be a
dynamic creator who is always hatching new plans, coming up with fresh
ideas, and shifting your approach to everything you do as you adjust to
life’s ceaseless invitation to change.

It’s to this part of you — the restless, inventive spirit — that I address the
following: Unleash yourself! Don’t be satisfied with the world the way it is;
don’t sit back passively and blankly complain about the dead weight of
the mediocre status quo.

Instead, call on your curiosity and charisma and expressiveness and lust
for life as you tinker with and rebuild everything you see so that it’s in
greater harmony with the laws of love and more hospitable to your soul’s
code. ” ~ Rob Brezny
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What do you envision when you think of creativity? An artist/writer/musician/performer of some kind? The act of making? Do you feel uncreative if you you don’t have output? Or if it isn’t “perfect”? If it doesn’t get recognition?

To me, scientists, mechanics, gardeners, teachers… anyone really, are just as creative as what is often thought of as such.

What if instead you shift your perspective to envision creativity as a state of being, rather than a state of doing? To being a continual process of making meaning in one’s life, rather than completion of a painting/novel/song/performance piece? To make for the joy of making, how it warps time and space and you get lost in it.

Being willing to seeing things differently.. to reordering routine.. having the courage to try something new… all of these can open up dimensions of reality and possibility that have remained hidden behind old perceptions.

For example, the next time you go for a walk, focus fully on the experience. The sounds around you, and of your feet, step by step. The textures, visual and felt. The smell of the air- the feel of it against your skin. How if the walk is strenuous enough, everything falls away other than the act of walking and your breath.

Do you feel other things arise? A solution? A song? A poem? A dance? Someone you’d like to visit?

All of this is creating and being creative.

We are, from birth to death, through all our experience, the embodiment of creativity.

Thank you for reading.

I love you.
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photo I took while hiking. And wondering if coyotes would play fetch with a tangerine.