Be free-floating, allowing the situation to surround you, and be in it. Take in the full surroundings, including the temperature of the water.
This may bring incredible clarity, presence and focus. This is what is means to be a jellyfish.

Thursday, July 21, 2016

Thursday Thought of the Day ~ Your Mind Will Quit......

from Pinterest via http://paleoaholic.com/
My mind was the one that had the bright idea to try the early morning Cross Fit class.
I knew I had to do it, get back to seriously exercising, but I was afraid.
I had not been to Cross Fit since the end of May.
Two WHOLE MONTHS.
Plus, I did very little in the way of any other exercise.
I stopped getting up early for run/walks.
I hardly walked on the beach.
Swim? Nope.
Kayak? Once.

Eat? Hell yeah! I ate. I ate pizza, fried fish with French fries (yumm), and more pizza, had cookies, pies, ice cream. I even broke down and had a Wendy's burger with French fries (yummm). (I LOVE French fries)

Ugh.

By yesterday, after polishing off half a pie in 2 days, I was downright feeling fat, disgusted with myself. Now, I DID enjoy everything I ate. I made sure to. I knew all along it would catch up with me. And yesterday it did. I felt like I was rolling down the hallways at work, sloshing around the house. When I sat I felt like Jabba the Hutt.

I know this is largely all in my head, but I sure felt it. Add to it the fact that my balance started getting worse, making me feel like I was drunk by losing balance in the shower, going down stairs, having trouble getting up from a crouched position, etc. It was time for some action.

So I did it. I consulted hubby, and the sweetie he is supported me 100%, even said he would get up before 5:30am with me so I could get out the door and be there by 6am. (In reality, I think he noticed me fluff up and finally admitted that me working out isn't such a bad thing.....) (He did not actually get up with me, as it turns out. He didn't come to bed till 3am - he was creating some artwork (!) so I forgive him)

I spent the whole of yesterday afternoon afraid, anxious, a sort of nervous dread. I knew what Cross Fit was like. I was in for a hard WOD (workout of the day for those of you not familiar with Cross Fit jargon). So I had to keep reminding myself: My mind started this whole thing, my body would be just fine.

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Well? Was it fine, you ask?
Well, yes it was! I didn't sleep well, for fear of oversleeping and missing the class, but I made it there, and I survived. Dare I say it, but I really enjoyed it! YES, I really did. I even thought I could have used a heavier weight! True: I am sore and I am tired. If I sit for more than 10 minutes it hurts to get up. But I survived. And to top it all off, I heard Journey's Don't Stop Believin' on the radio on the way home......I won't stop believin', rock on! I could not have planned that if I tried.

So, I am going to go back. Next week, Thursday early morning class. The early morning workouts really are pretty good. There is some logic to 'get it done and out of the way' so you can get on with your day. It is not a crowded class either. Only truly crazy people can get their asses to the gym for Cross Fit at 6am. And have just as crazy hubby's who support that crazy. Again, thank you, hubby.

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Monday, July 18, 2016

Music Monday! Thank U

Not often enough do we say it.
I started this blog last night, thinking how thankful I am, despite the all the stresses and unknowns.
It was a very nice weekend, time spent with family relaxing and doing some fun stuff too, so this song seemed to be perfect. I WAS thankful, content.
But then, this morning - not enough sleep is never a good way to start the day - I could feel the grumpies set in. I was in a foul mood.
Then I remembered I was going to use this song.


At first, I thought - No way, this does NOT fit today at all.
I almost wrote it off completely, wasn't going to do a blog at all, but then I thought about the song.
The questions in it suggesting we just be thankful. Why not? How bout it?

How bout stopping eating when I'm full up

How bout me enjoying the moment for once

How bout remembering your divinity

Well, how bout pushing the grumpies right out?
How bout approaching the day with seeing things through eyes of gratitude instead of through the eyes of things not going according to my plan or how I thought they should go.
How bout just concentrating on the beautiful things, the things that make me happy, and not give merit to the things that were irritating me? Which this morning was nearly everything. Everything irrelevant to a happy life - like putting your dirty cups by the sink, and the napkins you use actually in the garbage, and the full dishwasher that needed to be emptied, and the fact that I got a little over 3 hours sleep and have to go grocery shopping later. Why were these things so irritating to me?
How bout being thankful?


These things are not things that sour our lives, at least they certainly don't have to.
Look at the day through grateful eyes and those little things mean, well, very little.


So I let go of the grumpies. Instead I concentrated on the wonderful things I do have.


And you know what? My day got a little more pleasant, I felt the grumpies float away. I could get through this day, and it will be great, especially if I remembered how thankful I should be, remembered all the little things that are actually pretty great, which honestly outnumber the things that are irritating. I gave more weight to the great little things than the irritating little things. I started finding the good in even less than good situations.


The moment I let go of it was the moment
I got more than I could handle
The moment I jumped off of it
Was the moment I touched down.


Thank you disillusionment
Thank you nothingness
Thank you clarity
Thank you, thank you silence.


Thank you Alanis, for reminding us to be thankful.

Friday, July 15, 2016

Friday Find - Stories, A Stormy Start, Snails, Plants, Flowers, and Coffee (or late coffee really)

Taking a minute to take stock of the week. It boils down to: Stories, A Stormy Start, Snails, Plants, Flowers, and Coffee (or late coffee really). Sounds nice and simple, right? Even if a little horrifying (late coffee....). But dang I am tired. It has been a long week!


Stories: I did manage to get some writing in, but I have to wait to share because it will be published (!) on this great site, Women Who Live On Rocks. It is a site featuring a fabulous group of women who, well, live on rocks. It is a collaboration of funny women writers celebrating the humorous quirks and eccentricities unique to island living. (See regular postings on the Facebook page.)

It will be my first article published there, and I am so excited to have a new outlet. Hubby stumbled across this site, and thought I would like to expand my writing a bit. As hubby said, it is more a story telling style, which he knew I would find rather challenging.


I also have been taking some photos, again, which I forgotten how much I like to do. So I am finding a wonderful relaxed joy in taking pictures on the whim. Mostly it is things I see right after I sit on the couch, out on the back patio or while sitting on the patio. So I just get up, grab the camera, and snap.


A Stormy Start: speaks for itself really. And YES, that is our kayak there, teasing me. Hubby even stenciled a jellyfish on it for me. Now, if I could only get out and use it more often.


Plants: I am ever thankful hubby has a green thumb. I love a lush porch.


Does anyone know the proper name of this tree hubby is growing? They call it a peanut tree here, but it does not grow peanuts - the seed looks just like one.


Snails. Tree climbing snails. They visit us each morning on the porch, usually at least 3 or 4 by the time I get up. Hubby says there are tons more before I get there, but I wonder if he sees snails that aren't there sometimes.....




Flowers: On this bush they are so incredibly fragrant! It flowers regularly, but not regularly enough that a new flower blooming doesn't make me smile. I always go and take a whiff.


Coffee, late. I woke up this morning, saw the flower, put all the water and coffee in the maker, and grabbed the camera to take the picture, then sat down waiting for that first, wonderful cup. After 15 minutes - nothing. DUH! I didn't press the power button. I uttered a few cuss words, pressed the damn button and plopped down waiting for that coffee, realizing it has been a long week. A good one, but long just the same.


I find I am so grateful for Fridays.

Monday, June 13, 2016

Music Monday! Young Turks...Young Hearts....But Why Just the Young??

This song is on my 'Mom's Run Playlist - Fun' (as opposed to the 'Race' one or the plain one with a whole heap of songs that really aren't good to run to....)

I added it when my kids let me know about this AWESOME tool to make any YouTube video a file you can put on your (or on my hand-me-down) ipod, otherwise known as MP3 file. I went on a bit of a binge on YouTube of 80's music, and that is how this made the list. It actually has a good running beat! (much to the surprise of hubby that I would put ANY Rod Stewart song on a running playlist...needless to say, he is not a fan.)



So I was running, and at this point in the run I was concentrating on the words (it was hot, and I was tired). I remembered this song from my teenage years, where some of the lyrics were inspring to a young mind, who was a bit bored with the suburban life, and dreamed of more exciting things to come. Like this line:

"Young hearts be free tonight. Time is on your side,
Don't let them put you down, don't let 'em push you around,

don't let 'em ever change your point of view."

Inspriring!
But as I ran, sweating, breathing heavy, and trying not to trip and fall into an oncoming car, I thought: "Why are these lyrics just for the Young?" 

I can say, I am not that young anymore. But, why should I not have a free heart? Why should I let anyone put me down, push me around? And certainly, no one is going to change my point of view, right? RIGHT!

These apply just as much now as they did then! 

"We got just one shot of life, let's take it while we're still not afraid.
Because life is so brief and time is a thief when you're undecided.

And like a fistful of sand, it can slip right through your hands."

Take any shot, never be afraid! Life is so brief, take risks, go for it!
There were times when I got complacent. Hubby and I got comfy in our place, even tho it was using up everyting we had saved. We didn't look far enough for a solution, and more of our savings were used. We reached a point where we just had to lose that fear, and expand our search, and take a chance. And we did! 

It was really the best thing we could have done. We gave it all up, sold almost everything, uprooted the family and moved to the one place we could make it work. It was over ONE THOUSAND miles away! It was a risk, it was a scary move, and it hasn't always been easy. But sometimes you DO have to take that shot. In our mid 40's we took that risk, and we hav enot regretted it. 

You are never too old. Time is a theif when you are undecided, no matter how old you are. So decide, and DO. Life is too short to sit still. 

Like a fistfull of sand.....it can slip right through your hands.

Monday, May 16, 2016

Music Monday! Take A Walk

This song is included on one of my playlists for my run/walks - or Wogging (a term I just heard this past weekend at a 5k that I signed up to run, but ended up doing the walk with a jog in the middle mile. I love that term!)

My oldest son made me a playlist just for Wogging, in his smart-assy way included songs with the words walk or run in them, but this one actually has a great beat for walking.



The song also reminds me that taking a walk, run, or exercising in any way, really does wonders. It makes you exert energy, which lowers stress. It takes your mind off all those stressful things that have been bothering you - or else it helps you work through issues that you have been struggling with. 

If you are oustide exercising, it helps to remind you how awesome nature is - either the views, the rain, the hot, the cold, the earth and plants - awesome in positive and negative ways, all keeping you humble to its power. 

After you are done with your walk, run, Wogging, or any other excersise or exhertion, you feel great! You did it! Your mood is better, you are calm, you have a sense of accomplishment. 

So, next time you are irritable, and someone tells you to take a walk, no matter if it uses the F-word or not, do it! Get up, get out there, exhert, even if it only Wogging. You will feel so much better afterwords.

Monday, May 2, 2016

Music Monday ~ Digging In The Dirt

Take this as literal, as in actually digging in the dirt and sand.
The song relates to, as says Gabriel, "During this period I discovered the most unbelievable phenomena within myself, characteristics which I value for myself, but also characteristics with which I would rather not be confronted, like unlimited rage, or merciless hatred."

But no such rage or hatred was involved in this digging. Only curiosity and awe at the finds. This led to research, a digging of sorts, for information on practices long changed and nearly lost.


The site was next door to a cemetery, and after the earth and sand was greatly moved for a new development, these things were near the surface!

Very interesting finds, and the mind does want the stories that go along with such things. Thankfully, hubby is a pro researcher, having the interest and curiosity to search and search until every possible thing is found out, every possible theory, scenario, etc. At times, it is tough to keep up with him, but in the end he usually succeeds and we have a much clearer picture of our little treasures.


The full story would be a book, no doubt, so for now I will just say the theory is there was a settlement in this area as far back as the mid 1600's to early 1700's. Yes, these pipe pieces are suspected to be that old! We suspect part of a burial ritual.


It is a hobby that we all enjoy, finding little treasures. I have a whole bunch of pottery pieces that I have found just walking on the beach. The pieces are just rolling in the surf.  Some pieces we suspect to be very old, others still old but not as old. The shells, well they are just cool, along with the tiny little sea urchin shell found just washed up on shore.

Hubby has found rocks and glass and has amassed quite the collection. This glass collection he brought back the other day has old bottles, and we suspect pieces of an old glass buoey. 

And if there were better regulations here, developers would need to have an assessment done prior to their digging up the earth and sand. But, there is no such environmental assessments required, and the digging will continue, a large condo complex will soon cover any other evidence of a possible settlement. Most just see this stuff as garbage. "Progress" will continue.  Evidence of past lives will be buried, the stories with them.

It saddens me, sometimes enrages me, to think that the history will be lost. It seems the government is happy with the history the way they wrote it, and that is that. Our theories of their errors in history will be just ours, and we will continue to wander the beaches and pick up anything that catches our eyes, and perhaps do a little digging along the way. 

Because there IS value in digging in the dirt. Both existential, as Gabriel's song makes clear, and real value of touching the history, of learning of the past. 

Friday, April 29, 2016

Sunrise 4-29-16 - A Friday Unfolds

Sunrise 4-29-16
Apparently I only needed 6 hours of sleep last night. I was up at 4:30am. But, make the most of every situation, right? So when it started getting light, I popped out and put my feet in the cool sand, snapped a pic, and have high hopes this Friday, and weekend, are as spectacular as the view this morning. 

At the same time, I know I will be getting tired, and know that when I am tired, the grumps set in. I may just want to hide this afternoon, kinda like this wee little froggie I caught in the banana plant. 
Wee Little Froggie  Hiding
Sunrises and hiding froggies.....could either be a great story of beauty and nature, or a tale of impending doom. It will be interesting to see how this Friday unfolds.