Showing posts with label Slice of Life. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Slice of Life. Show all posts

Tuesday, January 5, 2016

Sprinting Into Happiness with a Different Kind of Plan

Sometimes it is just in the running.  In the being.  In the "in the moment" living.  In many ways this is how my word/phrase "Sprinting Toward Happiness" lives with me.  The phrase "sprinting into happiness" chose me and it is evolving with my word from last year, "open-heartedness", to a whole new level.  Please see my last two entries when I  talked about the morphing of my 2015 word and my new word/phrase for 2016.

I am a believer in creating an intention and using that intention to make a new reality.  I look at creating a word for the year as a way of creating an intention.  I want to create a space in my life for that word to take root in a grounded, deep way.  I also see different ways to make an intention a reality.  One path is in the allowing.  And the other is in the creating.  One is more reflective.  The other is more active.

I have lived in the active, goal-setting world for most of my life.  That place has served me and helped me accomplish many things in my life.  It is a world where I take control and I make happen.  There have been times in my life that I have systematically made goals in the physical, emotional, mental and spiritual domains and worked actively in fulfilling those goals.  I saw movement.  I took action.   I saw movement.   In many ways I look at this approach as a masculine 'get things done' pathway.

This sprint, though, is opening up a place of receptivity for me.  A place where life happens in the being.  A place where I let go of control and allow the intention to unfold.  It has been a scarier, more vulnerable space.  A more feminine 'allowing' pathway.  One where I can't measure growth and look at specific actions that bring me from step A to step B.  One where a focus on the intention in softer ways opens me to being in that space.  One where I can't check off accomplishments or tasks but can look back and see me changing into the intention that I set.

How does that that play out for me?   The key for me in the allowing is actually in the noticing.   Several things that I do allow that noticing to grow.

  • I created a happiness jar.  Elizabeth Gilbert talks about happiness jars as a way to document times of happiness in her life.  She talks about how she sometimes notices some of her happiest moments in the midst of deep sadness.  I want to notice happiness in all forms, so everyday at the end of my day, I spend a few moments reflecting on times of happiness that occurred for me during the day.  Sometimes I write them down much like I would a gratitude list.  One of those moments are added to my jar for me to view in moments when happiness might seem fleeting.
  • I set an intention for happiness nightly so that I can sleep with the intention and live it the next day.   Sometimes I forget my intention as I live my day and am amazed in my evening reflection how that intention played out even though I might not have thought about it through the day.   This intention will look different on various days.  For instance, this week one day my intention was to find happiness in my writing.  I chose to write a poem the next day when I perused my journal as an action to make my intention realized.  Another day, my intention was to find happiness in relationships. That day I chose to by create an online space for allowing dating to enter my life again.  Today my intention was to allow a space for happiness and there are no particular actions that I am setting out to do except in the noticing.  Not every day has specific actions.  They all end with a time of reflection where I notice how that intention was made real that day.
  • In the morning, before I get out of bed, I put one hand on my heart and the other on my belly and asking myself, "What do I need today in my sprint toward happiness?"  I listen to what my body says.  Does it say I need to get more sleep?  Does it say I need to call my daughter to connect?  Does it say find a way to connect with laughter?  Does it say to notice my hunger today and eat till I am full?  I allow myself to notice what is happening inside and around me to allow for my happiness sprint to form roots along the way.
  • Sometimes it is about stopping in the middle of the day to take a few deep breaths and remember.  My job is very busy and I don't feel like I have enough time, yet, I have taken to shutting my door once or twice a day for about five minutes to just breathe and notice.  Which actually makes me more effective in all that I do throughout the day (an added benefit to noticing:),
An allowing stance can lead to taking an action or creating a goal.  Sometimes it in in the being.  And sometimes it is in the doing.  When doing arises from being that goal arises from an entirely different place.  It no longer is about pushing through.  It is about letting grow.  It is not about holding tight.  It is about letting go.  It is about allowing grace to unfold.  The process becomes gift.  Last year my desire for open-heartedness became a great gift as I allowed it to open in me.  This year I desire to allow the same in my sprint into happiness.

It is about the allowing.  Sometimes it is just in the running.  In the being.  In the "in the moment" living.   Allowing a space to be is where grace unfolds and happiness emerges.  A space of gift.




Wednesday, March 25, 2015

Morning Coffee Wake Up (Three Scenarios)



Monday-Friday Wake-Up

I wake up abruptly, alarm ringing, 
to-do list running through my head.
I rush into the shower and race
through the house, throwing together
things I need to get me from home to work.
In the kitchen, the last leg of my morning sprint,
the coffee pot greets me, ready with her brew.
I pour her into my to-go cup and rush out the door.
In the car, as I start the engine,
and take a sip, lips meeting metal and plastic.
For only a moment, before I press the gas petal,
life slows and I sip her warm liquid, decelerating a jolted day.
Monday-Friday Wake-Up--Take 2 

I wake up abruptly, alarm ringing, 
to-do list running through my head.
I rush into the shower and race
through the house, throwing together
things I need to get me from home to work.
In the kitchen, the last leg of my morning sprint,
the coffee pot greets me, cold and empty, evening unprepared.
I race to the car and start the engine,
speeding toward to local coffee shop.
I am greeted at the drive-through.
and order then wait for the transaction to be complete.
Coffee in my hand, I put it in the cup holder,
driving twenty feet to clear the drive-through
for the next unprepared customer.
Then the engine idles as I stop in my tracks
and take a sip, lips meeting paper.
For only a moment, before I press the gas petal once again, finally,
life slows as I sip her warm liquid, decelerating a jolted day.


Weekend Wake-Up

Lounging in bed for that extra moment,
I hear the perking of coffee being brewed below.
Between dream and reality, I lay an extra moment,
the aroma drifting into my bedroom air,
enticing me to start my day.
Padding leisurely to the kitchen 
in slippers and jammies, I enter the kitchen where 
the coffee pot greets me, ready with her brew.
I pour her into an earthenware mug and 
amble to an overstuffed chair.
I linger, the mug and I connected as I welcome the heat of its contents.  
I inhale the aroma and slowly bring ceramic to my mouth and sip,

Her warm liquid begins to jolt my unhurried day.




I am grateful for our hosts.  A big thank you to Stacey, Tara, Dana, Betsy and Anna from Two Writing Teachers for dedicating space and time for teachers and teachers of literacy to come together to share ideas, practice and life experience.

Monday, March 23, 2015

The Long Trip Home

This was the trip that didn’t stop.  At 6:00 am Thelma and Louise climbed into the car for our long trip home.  We were joined by Susabelle, our GPS navigator.  In her voice we naively put our trust to guide us on our trip from Hilton Head to Rochester.  She started out sweetly,

Start out on Palmetto Avenue and go .4 miles.  Turn right.  Your estimated time of arrival in Rochester, NY is 8:37 pm.

Wow, that is great, I thought.  This trip will be a breeze.  Our Susabelle took us on a wild and crazy trip.  Somehow we ended up in Washington D.C. traffic.  She didn’t guide us in that direction on the way down, but on the way up north we snarled through 15 lane highways and inched along as we made our way from Virginia to Maryland. 

Her pleasant voice began to grate as she droned, directing us to places we least expected.  She took us the highway route up through Maryland and then came Pennsylvania.  Did you realize there are no expressways that go from east to west in Pennsylvania?  Or at least Susabelle doesn’t know about them.  We traveled through cities, along two lane roads, stopping at traffic lights.  We drove through Coopertown, home of Little League Baseball, through numerous college towns and some unrecognized cities.  

Slowly but surely our ETA elongated.  Our 8:37 arrival time turned to a 9:30 arrival time then to an 11:00 arrival time—to the actual time of 11:53. 

Thelma and Louise, we jostled our words in a jovial way throughout the experience.  Tired but true, we let little things slide by…aiming any frustration we might have had about the long travel toward our guide, Susabelle. 

Where is she taking us?

Can you shut her up?  I know my way now…

The car fell silent.  We continued our travels sans Susabelle and were greeted as we entered New York by a full-blown snowstorm.  Straining to see through the snow, we inched our way home.  At 11:53 Thelma and Louise, we parted ways, with my leg of the trip being another 15 minutes till arrival at my home.  I travelled on 390 toward my home when I saw a car with its lights facing me in the wrong direction on the highway.

Oh my.  What is happening there?  Should I call 911?  Is that car all right? 

I watched as the car turned in the right direction and I proceeded to go on my way, relieved for the driver…Until, lights started flashing and I knew my 18 hour trip was going to be extended that much longer.

Officer, can you tell me why you pulled me over?  I asked as it was now pushing 12:30. 

Ma’am, can you give me your registration and driver’s license?

I complied, wishing only to end the trip that was unending.  Fifteen minutes later, with ticket in hand, due to a burnt out headline, frustrated, Thelma continued to head home.

Upon arrival a text came from Louise…

Good night, Thelma.  I love you!!

Umm.  Guess who got a friggin ticket, Louise.  I just got home.

What?!?!?!

For what?!?!?!  Surely not for speeding.

And it began…All of the pent up feelings toward our drive…toward our guide, Susabelle, boiled over in waves of laughter.

I only had one headlight.  It was so unnecessary.  No!  Not speeding.

Well, I could have guessed that.  You are not a fast driver.  Why do you think we got home so late?!  I cannot stop laughing.  Sorry.  Sorry you got the ticket!  Good thing he didn’t see you doing that clever maneuver at the gas station!

Stop.

There was surely a ticket in there somewhere…  Susabelle.  Where is she when you need her?

She would only lead us into oblivion.  Thanks.

My stomach hurts.

Mine too.

I am howling, just so you know.

I know.  You need some sleep.

I am wired.  I think it is the dizziness of the back and forth motion when you are driving.

Stop.

Not quite whiplash.  Just a subtle jerking.  Just to keep me on my toes…And car sick.

Stop!  I can’t stop laughing.

We were gone only seventy-two hours.  We went and found a home sweet hut.  It was a great trip.  Crazy.  Good.  Crazy good.  Thank goodness we are finally home sweet home.

Good night, Louise. 





I am grateful for our hosts.  A big thank you to Stacey, Tara, Dana, Betsy and Anna from Two Writing Teachers for dedicating space and time for teachers and teachers of literacy to come together to share ideas, practice and life experience.

Sunday, March 22, 2015

The Destination

Some moments in life are perfect.  I want to catch this one moment and hide it in the crevices of my heart to find again, when life is not so beautiful and I need a reminder of good.  


A day with a friend.  



Warm sand between my toes.  Cool water rushing over bare feet.  


Sun and sky greeting a winter-worn body. 


Finding the perhaps perfect spot for a friend. 

We pursued.
We traveled.  
We arrived.   
We found.

Goodness caught with 
       a perfect moment recognized. 
And tomorrow, I go home.
        I will travel my journey on my path
                   in the pursuit of goodness still to come.
The next destination waiting to be revealed
                in the perfection of another moment,
                      



I am grateful for our hosts.  A big thank you to Stacey, Tara, Dana, Betsy and Anna from Two Writing Teachers for dedicating space and time for teachers and teachers of literacy to come together to share ideas, practice and life experience.