Bits and Bobs

Taking a moment to rest in being a deciduous tree in a coniferous forest.

“Self-care is never a selfish act – it is simply good stewardship of the only gift I have, the gift I was put on earth to offer others. Anytime we can listen to true self and give the care it requires, we do it not only for ourselves, but for the many others whose lives we touch.”  ~ Parker Palmer

Christmas colors existed long before Christmas

Someone dear to me told me a doctor has prescribed mindfulness and that it is good there is an “expert in the family.”

Lest anyone view me an expert, consider the fact until today I was three weeks behind in yet another Mindfulness course I signed up for online. I have now committed a time to the task, and settled myself into Week 1 that asks “Why are you here (in course)?”  Answers that arrived:

  • To practice silencing voices of others (paid work) and allow my own to be heard.
  • To wrestle with questions I have about building a life entirely on mindfulness practices.
  • To invite answers around isolation versus contentment, healthy mind and body versus regimented discipline.
  • To let go of anxiety about things beyond my control, primarily my child being halfway around the world for a year and of course political mayhem.

“Any Morning”
by William Stafford

Just lying on the couch and being happy.
Only humming a little, the quiet sound in the head.
Trouble is busy elsewhere at the moment, it has
so much to do in the world.

People who might judge are mostly asleep; they can’t
monitor you all the time, and sometimes they forget.
When dawn flows over the hedge you can
get up and act busy.

Little corners like this, pieces of Heaven
left lying around, can be picked up and saved.
People won’t even see that you have them,
they are so light and easy to hide.

Too Many Works in Progress, Says My Judgment

Acknowledging gratitude for my sister‘s gifts and impact on my insights.

From her Creative Constellation Cards.

My Primary (unpaid) Modes

My Primary (paid) Mode

What I Want For My Future

Her Past Gifts To Me

Mountain Dream – 2008

2003 – Year I most needed Courage

About Erin W

A sensitive plant, bamboo strong.
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