Showing posts with label whole living. Show all posts
Showing posts with label whole living. Show all posts

Saturday, January 19, 2013

this landed on my heart . . .

When I was young, I asked more of people 
than they could give: everlasting friendship, 
endless feeling.  Now I know to ask less 
of them than they can give: a straightforward companionship.  And their feelings, 
their friendship, their generous actions 
seem in my eyes to be wholly miraculous:  
a consequence of grace alone.
~Albert Camus, The First Man

Friday, January 11, 2013

words about judgement from D. LaPorte


Curatives for judgement. (Please read before you interact with other humans.)

“Have compassion for everyone you meet, even when they don’t want it. What seems conceit, bad manners, or cynicism is always a sign of things no ears have heard, no eyes have seen. You do not know what wars are going on down there where the spirit meets the bone.”
- Miller Williams
He was rude. He cut you off in traffic. She’s aloof, cold, curt. He’s on the corner asking for a hand out. She lies. He’s money hungry. She’s grossly overweight. No one returned your phone call. They left without saying goodbye.
You might never know the why behind someone’s less-than-ideal, not-the-way-you-wish-it-was behavior.
Here’s a curative for the sharp judgement that often accompanies our disappointment in others — just a single, surprising expansive phrase: You just never know. Use it before you jump to conclusions that someone’s a jerk, or that they need an attitude adjustment, or that they could be doing better than they are.
The Mantra of Practical Compassion:
“You just never know.”
I’ve been to enough ridiculous self help workshops, heard enough stories in airport bars, and had enough one-on-one conversations about so-called “success” to know that there’s a story behind every demeanor. I’ve kept my own pain hidden in plain sight and thought, “If they only knew”. But you just never know…
You just never know if
: someone has just been diagnosed and is thinking about all they have to lose.
: their lover just texted them to say, “it’s over”.
: he wakes up every day thinking he’s about to fail, fearing that everyone else in the world knows something that he doesn’t.
You just never know if
: she’s in the middle of a divorce and is about to go on stage.
: before he was your driver, or your waiter, he was a doctor in his homeland.
: their spirit was fractured as a child by unspeakable things.
: she is frightened — all the time.
: he resists life itself — all the time.
: they are frail from lack of love.
You never know if
: they’re faking loving the heart-hollowed life they fought so hard to make.
: chemicals are coursing through them in destabilizing ways.
: she hasn’t slept through the night in months and months.
: they’ve experienced a loss that will leave a gaping wound for the rest of this incarnation.
: today is especially hard and they’re doing their best, while they wish for just a little more than what they’ve got.
Suspend judgement as a practice of your faith in something true, common, and bigger than today.
Avoiding conclusions can be a monumental act of love.

Thursday, October 18, 2012

first days of Fall

This was one of the last blooms on my Victory Rose bush.  So lovely.

 One of the many gorgeous Fall evenings.

 As I was sitting on the patio, I noticed the way the light wrapped itself around this sweet plant.

 I love roses.

 It took many, many years of gardening before I came to appreciate this amazing flower.

 . . . beautiful jalepenos

Grandma Sherry and Dennis sent home some pumpkins for us.  Sometimes I look at an image or an arrangement and it immediately becomes a photo in my mind . . . and then I race in for my camera and capture it.

I love Fall but I do mourn the passing of summer.  I cling to it until the very end.

Monday, October 1, 2012

more Danielle

...another recent post from Danielle LaPorte


"I have never met someone who is living a bold and successful life--and by successful I mean prosperous, kind, and in touch with the meaningfulness of what they?re doing -- who has apologized for being perfectionistic, mercurial, unrelenting, or whatever their slightly controversial hallmark characteristics are.

You will always be too much of something for someone: too big, too loud, too soft, too edgy. If you round out your edges, you lose your edge.

Apologize for mistakes. Apologize for unintentionally hurting someone -- profusely. But don't apologize for being who you are."

I constantly refer to Danielle Laporte and her thoughts on living and passion.  This post stopped me in my tracks. Her edgey and honest style continues to draw me in. We are uniquely designed and gifted. . . "if you round out your edges, you lose your edge".   Her ideas aren't necessarily unique but the way she guides the practical application is.  Her words are liberating. . . "you will always be too much for someone".  And the way she connects kindness, generosity, and meaningfulness with success is inspiring.

Wednesday, June 20, 2012

mediocrity

Danielle LaPorte featured an interview with Adam Baker, creator of the documentary, "I'm fine, thanks.".   It focuses on mediocrity and living your dream.  Follow this link for his short interview.

This is the trailer.



Dreams.  Passion.  It is interesting to think about.  I'm sitting in my quiet home.  The morning light is dim.  It's quietly raining.  I have 2 sleeping boys upstairs.  I am living my dream.  Raising my children, creating a home, a home in the country, a job I find fulfilling... this is my dream. 

I wish I had been more aware.

But I am not done dreaming.  I can feel the pull inside me to create.  So, I will listen more closely and move where I am pulled.

What I want for my children is not to be 40-something and realize that they have their dream.  Or that they don't.  I want them to be aware, consciously pursue, ask questions, pray... l i s t e n. 

In the past, and the residue remains, I have associated 'living your dream' or 'seeking your passion' with being irresponsible or selfish (for some reason).  I was not raised that way but I became that way.  Self-talk was often negative and others "must know better".  I did not always trust my own voice and I watched for the reaction of other people. 

It is a relief to feel the residue gradually fall away.  It's a relief to feel outside pressures lose their hold and shake off a self-consiousness that can be paralzying.

I am aware of what I want. 

I want to live and move in my dream.

Tuesday, May 1, 2012

is it love?





More to love...this is a post from Danielle LaPorte.  Her link is below...

is it love if you’re all cranky when you give it?

I’ve been searching the archive of my emotions, looking for the root source of the notion that love is easy. Romantic comedies and new age bookstores. Glossy hopes, like my prom picture and all those journals I burned. Smiling martyrs and serene Saints.

Love. Just love. Love makes it easier. Just love and it’s easy. Easy. To Love. Love flows. Love graces. Love doesn’t grind. It doesn’t wince. It doesn’t lug. Love ain’t heavy. Love is light.
Right?
Somewhere in all this I got snagged and questioned my capacity to love. Thinking that if I was resentful, or felt burden, or a little on the crank whilst I was dishing out the love, then it wasn’t … love. It was faux love, pseudo Buddhist, fallen Catholic, contrived agape. Unlove. Not quite right.
Wrong.
It’s still love. Jagged, cranky, lip bitten, heavy sighing. On delivery, it becomes love.
It’s the intention that reaches.
The surmounting that teaches.
Good, hard, real love.
is it love if you’re all cranky when you give it?



Sunday, January 22, 2012