Yesterday I was caught in a traffic slowdown of stop and go traffic for two hours. My usual commute is about 20 mins. The radio told me of a number of accidents on the major routes around town which impacted the bypass route I had taken- it was friday at 5 30. My initial reaction was irritation and concern about riding my brakes. Then I started to see the areas I usually whiz by now dressed in fall finery and frequent elaborate halloween displays in yards as I passed. I drove through a “snowstorm” of tiny golden leaves as the wind blew. Right then I remembered I could choose to be grateful for the time to enjoy this rare view. Each tree is dressed in its signature colors from the dark red of the dogwoods to the golden birch and a few red maples just starting. The hillsides that often hold little definition were highlighting each individual tree and ridge and valley. When the road traveled along the french broad river I watched the sun sparkle on the moving water and felt I had been given a gift. I rolled down the windows and sang along with the radio and smiled and smiled.
I moved to this new house 4 months ago and I am still “moving in.” When I had finished shelving the dishes. food and pot and pans in the kitchen. I said now I am home. Then I unpacked clothes and filled the closets and well you know… All the moving boxes were placed in the garage (a really good idea) so inside the rooms would not feel the chaos. The day I had unpacked enough that I could pull the car in the garage – that was a big day. As my things came out of boxes to find places around this new house, it really did feel more like home. The furniture has moved around more times than I can count, searching for that perfect feng shui spot. Hanging the first of the pictures brought a rush of home. . The roma tomato I planted out back has ripening fruit that I watch with glee. Putting the books on shelves really felt like home, like having old friends come to visit. There are clippings and new pictures on the refrigerator of current happenings- that says home. I final answer for finding home for me is to finally have the time and the mindset to do my morning stretches and then write on wordpress. Morning, coffee, bare feet, nightgown and writing- I am finally home!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
It has been pouring rain for two days, the front walk and back are flooding, the TV won’t work and I am tired of cleaning. I keep trying to read but my mind keeps chattering away all by itself. Does time move in a circle? What if I can’t find my passion? How do I forgive myself for past missteps? How do I trust I will make right choices in the future or will I trick myself again. Does single-mindedly pursuing a goal rob us of the other places I might have gone? Retail therapy works until the bills come due. Breathe..just breath..this too shall pass.
I remember hearing this for the first time in 1971. For a year, I practiced Kung Fu and learned even my diminutive 100lbs could be a force to be reckoned with…. Most important in my development was going with my nature – choosing goals that I was likely to do. Example: It does not matter how good for me tofu may be, or how many times it got to my refrigerator, if I could not get it down my mouth, trying to make myself eat it was a useless goal. Now when choosing changes to eating, exercise, etc, I start with what am I likely to actually do.
Be Like Water: The Philosophy and Origin of Bruce Lee’s Famous Metaphor for Resilience
“In order to control myself I must first accept myself by going with and not against my nature.”
With his singular blend of physical prowess and metaphysical wisdom, coupled with his tragic untimely death, legendary Chinese- martial artist, philosopher, and filmmaker Bruce Lee (1940-1973) is one of those rare cultural icons whose ethos and appeal remain timeless, attracting generation after generation of devotees. Inspired by the core principles of Wing Chun, the ancient Chinese conceptual martial art, which he learned from his only formal martial arts teacher, Yip Man, between the ages of thirteen and eighteen. When he left Hong Kong in 1959, Lee adapted Wing Chun into his own version, Jun Fan Gung Fu – literal translation: Bruce Lee’s Kung Fu – and popularized it in America. (I bought his book this morning.)
The winds of change are moving me along. The sale of my previous house closed yesterday!!!! (Dance of Joy) My new location will not have internet for two weeks- which among other things means, no posts until then. After being connected daily for years, I wonder if I will feel very isolated. What will I do with my time….oh wait, I believe unpack is the answer. During this change I have missed having the time to post and really missed the reading the input from the minds and hearts of the folks I follow. In the meantime, I will be collecting pictures, thoughts and poems to share. See you in two weeks.
At the moment my personal world is going through interesting times. I do miss blogging and will get back to it once I have a settled home again. Those of you that have followed me for months know that after the trial of getting the house ready to show, finally getting a contract , the last month has been filled with packing. I have reveled in the excitement of my new future home which gave the strength to keep packing. Then the title search revealed that I did not own the mineral rights to my property. Did you know that you could buy property without the mineral rights? So I pursued buying the mineral rights from the original owners three surviving children. $4,000 dollars later and we were almost good to go. The day scheduled for the moving truck arrived and the owner of my future house graciously let me to move the furniture in without taking possession of the house. I had left myself a bed that inflates and a folding chair and my computer. It rained and rained which turned to ice and snow. Without coverings the windows the house got colder and colder. During the first night , the mattress lost most of the air. Morning came with a ringing phone in the other room and me lying on the floor with the remaining air billowed up on either side of me. I climbed my way out and found my body was not happy in so many places. OK still being brave and trying to stay calm but starting to lose the battle. The one remaining person that needed to sign off on the mineral rights lives in Texas, out far enough that fed-ex doesn’t deliver on sat. That was a week ago. Her husband becomes gravely ill, is taken to the hospital and is still in ICU. The fed-ex was at home and so it never went anywhere. Now is a week later and Bella and I have moved in with a friend until this is over. I have had a lot of practice with my relaxation breathing.
“When you get up in the morning, think of what a precious privilege it is to be alive – to breathe, to think, to enjoy, to love.” – Marcus Aurelius (121-180 CE)
Doing a dance of joy, celebrating all the gifts and challenges 2012 brought. Embracing the new year with a sense of wonder. Happy New Year all……………..