I’m behind, but here is yesterday’s prompt:
Wandering can be good for the over-focused creative. How did you wander well this year?
And for context, here is the blog that I’m responding to:
“Not all those who wander are lost.” — J.R.R. Tolkien
On my way to a museum in the Twin Cities, I found myself on a bridge in a neighborhood park and discovered a spiderweb museum. It was one of the most fascinating sites I’ve ever encountered. Some of the webs looked like they had been there for years, collecting artifacts along the way. Leaves, moths, and other relics of the “once living” variety were immortalized and perfectly preserved in the spun threads of the 8-legged critters who once inhabited that bridge. I was so captivated that I lingered on that bridge for quite some time, staring at these vestiges of the past. A storm was approaching, and a mist gradually turned into a downpour. But somewhere along the way, I captured this creature in an image that I titled “Last Flight.” Oh, and I did finally make it to the “official” museum, although I had to spend a little time at a retirement home waiting for the rain to subside.
Still keeping up with the rever11 challenge:
Sometimes the most beautiful, memorable moments are also the quietest. What quiet, beautiful moment do you recall?
In the days leading up to Mom’s passing, when she was developing symptoms of sepsis, I was feeling anxious due to being pulled in a million different directions. The most stressful thing was that one of the nurses was giving me a hard time about my decisions concerning Mom’s care, even though we all knew it was in Mom’s best interest. I felt as though I was having to take care of so many people, not just Mom, and it was exhausting. I’m not usually an overly anxious sort of person (or maybe I’m just in denial), so I had to seek out some alternative methods of addressing the turmoil that I was experiencing.
Soon after reading the riot act to this particular nurse, I felt even worse because I don’t like being harsh with people. I didn’t have time to work out that day, but I had about 10 minutes of free time when I stopped by the soup kitchen to drop off some stuff. So I ran up and down a stairwell that few people know about at that church. That helped with the adrenaline, but it didn’t calm me down completely. A little later that day, I had another short break, and I went over to the zen garden outside of the place where I go to yoga. I didn’t have a quiet spot at home because of all the people around, so this garden provided me with the sanctuary that I couldn’t have in my own backyard. I sat and meditated, listening to the chimes blowing in the wind, and centering myself so that I could return home in a better frame of mind. Because this is Texas, it’s not just your regular ol’ run-of-the-mill zen garden. It’s the biggest, zen-iest garden imaginable. I still love it there, although I now can experience tranquility in my own garden. I’m not exaggerating when I say that I don’t know what I would have done if I hadn’t been able to surround myself with the silent beauty of this sacred space.
There is something amazing about communing with nature. I love it and feel so alive and connected to the universe when I hear the sound of the breeze rustling through the trees, the fresh air around me, and the sun shining down. Add the fragrance of flowers and herbs in bloom, and it’s heavenly.
Quietness is something that I cherish…it’s not just something I thrive on but something I absolutely crave and need. I’m thankful for the solitude of the zen garden when I needed it, and I’m thankful for all the moments of stillness that keep me grounded.
Today’s question asked:
What did you do for your body’s benefit this year?
(For background info, see: http://www.elephantjournal.com/2011/12/december-6–reverb11—salud-health/)
Here are a few of the things that I did this year…represented by as many different types of bodies as possible…
Almost forgot to write today’s entry! Just when I thought I was up-to-date…
As a reminder, here is the context:
And the prompt:
What was your dream come true in 2011? What is your wildest dream for 2012?
Another difficult question, as I’m not typically one for “dreams come true.” But…booking a flight to Cuba still seems a little surreal. So excited about getting to visit a place that I’ve wanted to see for so long but didn’t think was realistic anytime in the near future. Have dreamed of traveling there for so long that I literally jumped at the opportunity and booked my trip less than 5 minutes after learning about possibility. Perhaps the most impulsive thing I’ve ever done, but then again, I’ve been waiting for years.
Wildest dream for 2012?? Now, these are the sorts of things I dream of…
I dream of a world where no one has to worry about whether there will be food to eat today…or clean drinking water…or a safe, climate-controlled place to sleep at night…or how to pay for medical bills.
I dream of a world where children aren’t bullied for how they look, how they talk, how they walk, and the adults in their life are loving, compassionate nurturers.
I dream of a world where two consenting adults are able to marry each other without having to seek social approval from politicians and voters.
I dream of a world where bombs are obsolete and peace is just the way people relate.
I dream of a world where corporate interests don’t compete with human interests but seek to support us all.
I dream of a world where everyone knows and experiences love.
I dream of a world where creative artistic expressions are valued more than celebrities.
I dream of a world where we take care of our planet and each other and show gratitude for what we’ve been given.
My wildest dream is that we take steps toward these necessary goals and spend more time sharing in community and less time sabotaging each other and ourselves. Who’s with me?
And in the meantime, I dream of more songs that long for “Peace on earth and in my soul.”
Now off to sleep. Pleasant dreams, everyone!
With this entry, I’ll be caught up! (At least for a while…)
For those who are just now joining in, I’m trying to get in the habit of blogging regularly by reflecting on the daily questions posted on this blog:
December 4th’s prompt is:
What was the most important lesson you learned about yourself in 2011? Was it a sudden epiphany or a gradual realization?
I honestly don’t know how to answer this one. I’ve learned that it’s possible to rediscover parts of myself that seemed to have been lost forever. And parts of myself that have been there all along without my awareness. And that I still have a lot to learn.
Reflecting on 2011, Day 3
Prompted by: http://www.elephantjournal.com/2011/12/december-3–reverb11—anicca-change/
What did you let go of this year? Whom did you let go?
Might be easier to ask what I did not let go of this year. And in response to what I hold onto, I still cling to the belief that love is the answer. Wait a minute, what was the question?
I let go of myself. My mother, literally as I watched her ashes dancing in the wind and spiritually as I sensed her soul moving on to another realm. My preconceived notions of what life is supposed to look like at the age of 36. Many years ago, I decided that if I wasn’t married and pregnant by the age of 35, I wouldn’t give birth at all. But I have let go of that arbitrary limitation as well. Even more, I’ve let go of the restrictive, societally controlling concept of what a family…or my life…is supposed to look like…or that anyone has the “right” answer.
Perhaps the biggest challenge is pushing down the wall that separates the self from the “other” and reminds us that we are all connected. This isn’t East Berlin. I’m not quite there yet, but hey, I have a few more weeks before the end of the year.
Day 2 of 2011 in Review
Where have you discovered community in 2011? What are the defining characteristics and essential qualities of your tribe?
This prompt was posted here:
In a tent built by a homeless couple when they asked, “Would you like to see where we live?”
Marching in protest around the state capital and in the nation’s capital.
In the spaces between my fingers as a child clutched my hand.
Sitting in my mother’s room, surrounded by loved ones as she transitioned out of this world.
Listening to a friend perform a song she composed.
Listening to a friend read from a book he wrote.
Singing. Dancing. Eating. Walking. Smiling. Hugging. Laughing. Crying. Listening. Speaking. With friends and new acquaintances.
Looking into the eyes of someone I’d just met and declaring, “My liberation depends on your liberation.”
Driving in my car catching up with a dear young friend after not seeing her for two weeks.
Standing in the kitchen at the church where I grew up, thanking old friends for a meaningful afternoon.
Exploring the neighborhood with a couple of canines.
My tribe is carbon-based. Guess that’s pretty essential. Perhaps.