You will know that forgiveness has begun when you recall those who hurt you and feel the power to wish them well. — Lewis B. Smedes
Nope, don’t think I am quite there yet for one nameless and faceless person walking around the streets today. Yesterday, while capping off the end to a fabulous weekend, I came out of the nail salon to find my baby knocked over and injured. No note, no one owning up to it, just one big dent and a cracked panel. What is wrong with people? How can you harm someone else’s property and walk away? Have you never ever been in those shoes? Do you not know the deep pit in your stomach when you realize some one has damaged/stolen your stuff? Yes, it is a material thing. I should not be going on about. But it is not that my baby now has the big dent, it is that people believe it okay to treat other people with such little respect. To not have any dignity or humility to face of to your mistakes is so sad and unattractive. It makes me want to move to a desert island.
I know I will get over it and my baby will be repaired, but will our society be repaired or do I need to lower my expectations?
Namaste
Monday, September 8, 2008
Thursday, September 4, 2008
Green ball of happy
We become what we think about all day long. — Ralph Waldo Emerson
So what do I think about all day long? Well, if you put it in the context of the quote, I am becoming one big worry wart. I am constantly worrying about this or that. Will I make the bus? Crap, if I miss the bus, what do I do? Will I get to work by 7:30? Does this outfit look okay? Does it make me look fat? Am I eating enough vegetables? Am I getting the right vitamins? Why am I always tired? Will I have time to mow the lawn tonight? And on and on it goes. Millions upon millions, of these questions and worries stamp through my head every day. I thought yoga was supposed to stop all this and silence the voices.
Maybe not yet. To silence those voices is going to take a team of exorcists working round the clock with highly sophisticated equipment not yet developed. So until that time, I think I need to do a bit of self improvement..hhhmmm.. I mean growth. I need to do an abrupt about face and start to shake things up a bit. Life is too short to be a worry wart. If I take up all the time in my life with worries then there is no room left for life. Isn’t that profound – Hallmark watch out. So how does wean themselves off of worry. I can wean myself off of sleeping pills (90 days and counting), caffeine, running, but worries. Is there a worry detox diet? Wouldn’t that be so easy and convenient? With my nature and highly active mind, I think I need to structure it. I need to set milestones for myself. A LIST! Yeah, everything can be made better with a list and a plan. (I think that is why the war is dragging on, they don’t have a list on how to end it. Hint – 1. stop firing guns. 2. leave country and go home 3. war done.) So, I digress. Anyway, let’s try an experiment, a plan and list of sorts…no worries for an hour, then two hours, then ½ of a day, then a whole day…until it becomes everyday, every minute and every second. I’ll have it sneak up on me when I am not looking. Just as we learn in yoga, to be present. Focus on the here and now. What’s done is done and will be will be. Pssh, yeah right. Well, I can try. I minute less of worries will mean, I minute more that life or happiness can happen. And in the end, did anyone on their death bed, say can I have one more minute so I can worry. Nope.
So, watch out, I am going to become big ball of happy.
Namaste
PS – one green stuff down with very little side effects. Although I may turn into one furry green ball of happy.
So what do I think about all day long? Well, if you put it in the context of the quote, I am becoming one big worry wart. I am constantly worrying about this or that. Will I make the bus? Crap, if I miss the bus, what do I do? Will I get to work by 7:30? Does this outfit look okay? Does it make me look fat? Am I eating enough vegetables? Am I getting the right vitamins? Why am I always tired? Will I have time to mow the lawn tonight? And on and on it goes. Millions upon millions, of these questions and worries stamp through my head every day. I thought yoga was supposed to stop all this and silence the voices.
Maybe not yet. To silence those voices is going to take a team of exorcists working round the clock with highly sophisticated equipment not yet developed. So until that time, I think I need to do a bit of self improvement..hhhmmm.. I mean growth. I need to do an abrupt about face and start to shake things up a bit. Life is too short to be a worry wart. If I take up all the time in my life with worries then there is no room left for life. Isn’t that profound – Hallmark watch out. So how does wean themselves off of worry. I can wean myself off of sleeping pills (90 days and counting), caffeine, running, but worries. Is there a worry detox diet? Wouldn’t that be so easy and convenient? With my nature and highly active mind, I think I need to structure it. I need to set milestones for myself. A LIST! Yeah, everything can be made better with a list and a plan. (I think that is why the war is dragging on, they don’t have a list on how to end it. Hint – 1. stop firing guns. 2. leave country and go home 3. war done.) So, I digress. Anyway, let’s try an experiment, a plan and list of sorts…no worries for an hour, then two hours, then ½ of a day, then a whole day…until it becomes everyday, every minute and every second. I’ll have it sneak up on me when I am not looking. Just as we learn in yoga, to be present. Focus on the here and now. What’s done is done and will be will be. Pssh, yeah right. Well, I can try. I minute less of worries will mean, I minute more that life or happiness can happen. And in the end, did anyone on their death bed, say can I have one more minute so I can worry. Nope.
So, watch out, I am going to become big ball of happy.
Namaste
PS – one green stuff down with very little side effects. Although I may turn into one furry green ball of happy.
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