journaling, meditation, sensation

Thoughts Revealed on an Afternoon Walk

Consider

The Soul is a chorus of all our experience.

A friend told me once that every sound made never disappears completely. It eventually becomes imperceptible, but is still there.
Every laugh
Every word of anger
Every musical note that’s been played or sung
Every lover’s sigh
Every cry of sorrow
Every mantra chanted
Every first inhale
Every last exhale.
Continually around us and reforming.

Our being is a dance of all existence.
Molecules and atoms vibrating.
Bouncing
Dancing with each other
Like the murmuration of birds-
One time an elipse folding in on itself
Another time a tree
Then a rock
Then you
Then me.

A continual dance of connectedness

We are
We are one
We are everything
We are
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(You can read about Gugliemo Marconi’s theory of sound decay here https://www.americanscientist.org/article/viva-voce)

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!

creative block, Creativity, goal setting, inspiration, mindfulness, Personal Development

Spring Cleaning, Part 1

I came across this quote from Henry Miller, in his book “Big Sur and the Oranges of Hieronymus Bosch”.

“Whoever uses the spirit that is in him creatively is an artist. To make living itself an art, that is the goal.”

I really like this. Approaching life fully, with curiosity gives richer meaning to life, I feel.

One doesn’t need to make grand gestures, or a tremendous output of product.

For example, today I did a deep cleaning of my house. I have a little table set by a window that looks out to my back yard. For a long time it’s held a collection of all the thing my magpie side finds out on my explorations. Today I decided to clear that off, and intuitively, I put a journal and a pen on the table. In that moment, I knew I was committing to begin journaling again, or at the very least spend some time every day sitting there and writing or doodling/drawing.

My whole place feels fresh, reset, and open to possibilities. The cleaning’s not complete, but stagnant energy has dissipated.

A simple and mundane task became the gateway to new things. I really need to rewire that lamp. Electricty projects freak me out a bit.

A very good day indeed!

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

Minimum Viable Action

There are times we want to start new habits, yet find it challenging to do so. Today I was introduced to the concept of “minimum viable action”- the smallest possible thing you can do to reach your goal.

I’ve already done this with some things, and advised others to do so. The act of just sitting in a creative space. Or committing to getting out one’s writing materials. The simple act of taking this first step, with consistency, will often lead to the next step, and so on.

One of my life guides recently suggested I start journaling again, as they feel I have a lot to get out.. both for myself and to share with the world. And I have been resistant these past few weeks. My private writing, discovered or sought out by others who snooped, became a betrayal and used against me.

But. I am in my own space now, and the likelihood of that happening is very small. Sitting with this resistance, I realize that the idea letting the thoughts flow from my brain to pen to paper is making me feel raw, and vulnerable, and making some of what is to be expressed… too real.

And I want to start a fresh journal, not in the one I last wrote in 13 years ago. and I need the right pen.. and.. and..

See?

But I got up, grabbed any pen, and any paper, and have begun.

One step at a time.

One stroke of the pen.

One breath.

At.

A.

Time.

And now, dear readers, I ask you this- what is your deepest desire? Does it seem overwhelming? Of course it does! Break it down, yo. What is the smallest thing you can do? Go outside? Simply sit in your creative space? Pick up your musical instrument and hold it?

What minimum viable action will you commit to today, and every day, until it is infused into your way of being?

Turn off everything, and go do it now.