When You’re Missing Something

It has been months since I wrote an actual blog post and I miss it terribly. Not having time to write creatively has made me realize how much I enjoy that kind of writing. And how much I miss it.

So, today, as I sit watching the first storm of April 2017 outside my office windows, I’ve decided that I am going to take the time to do some free writing. My hope is that it will be today’s blog post AND that it will spark more regular writing, and therefore more regular posts here again.

When life gets busy the natural consequence is that you have to give up some things. With a new job, finishing my yoga certification, taking some courses, having a new grand-baby, beginning to teach yoga classes. . .it’s the writing that has fallen by the wayside. Throughout the last few months I have realized that I need creativity in my life. Creativity and the space to be creative.

In recent weeks some parts of my job have become particularly challenging and I found myself falling into some old patterns of negativity and angst. Both emotional reactions that can result in an overall sense of unhappiness. I know from past experience that in order to bring stability into my life a creative outlet is necessary.

It is the habits we cultivate in life that make us who we are and we certainly can cultivate negative habits as easily as positive ones. Any habit is the result of practicing that habit, therefore I will need to get back into a routine of regular writing. It is not easy to change habits because it requires a great deal of commitment, will power, and focus. Sometimes a mantra (“Just write” ~ “You can do it”) is helpful and making the time is essential.

Starting small will allow me some feeling of success and that will be a reward in itself. This is a time to let the ‘noise’ of the world around me dissipate ~ listening to the voices that say “not good enough”, “not enough”, “no one cares” will not prove helpful, so I will practice pushing the negative noises away and replace them with affirmations like “I did it”, “every voice is important”. In this way I am creating a sense of positivity related to the habit I want to increase.

To cultivate is to prepare and use something, so in order to cultivate the habits I want in my life I will need to dig, hoe, mulch, and weed as necessary to ensure I am providing the most fertile ground for the habits to thrive in. As the words begin to take root and grow that will be the encouragement to maintain the habit and return equilibrium to my world.

The Yoga Trapeze

For as long as I can remember I have loved being upside down. As a school girl I loved hanging upside down on the monkey bars, or hanging one leg over a metal rail and twirling myself around on the one knee while pushing myself off with the other leg. As a cheerleader and gymnast my favorite routines involved cartwheels, and as a yoga student I love inversions.

Years ago I saw an ad for an inversion table and have always wanted one.

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I never purchased one, but recently I came across a product that I think is even better.

The Yoga Trapeze:

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As you can see, I’ve hung it from the beam in my living room.

I discovered this item through an ad on Facebook and immediately went to their website, YogaBody Naturals.

Set up was a breeze – all it took to connect it to the beam were a couple of eye hooks and caribiners. Before I knew it I was inverted:

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Inversions are only one of many exercises that can be done with the Yoga Trapeze, though it’s the inversions that sold me. I can comfortably stay inverted for about 5 minutes and have been doing so two or three times a day since the trapeze arrived. My neck feels great (I had been contemplating a visit to the chiropractor when the trapeze arrived), and my back feels good. I am working on loosening my shoulders and upper back and practicing supported back bends so I can feel more confident in wheel pose in my yoga classes.

I am excited about trying the many other opportunities available with my new trapeze. And sometimes, the new perspective one has when upside down can help one see life a bit differently.

Gratitude #43

This week I am incredibly, ridiculously, delightfully thankful for

opportunity

Yes, indeedy.

opportunity

is everywhere and is continually knocking on my door.

What a fantastic blessing to have new opportunities present themselves to me daily. Even continuously at times.

And the funny thing is, the more opportunities I grab, the more that seem to come my way. I love it!

Bring’ em on!

Poetry Interlude

At the school where I work we have a tradition in participating in Poetry Out Loud by having all students select and memorize a poem.

This year my granddaughter is a freshmen at the school and she turned me on to a new poet with her selection. I’ve shared it here for your enjoyment.

Solitude
By Ella Wheeler Wilcox
Laugh, and the world laughs with you;
Weep, and you weep alone;
For the sad old earth must borrow its mirth,
But has trouble enough of its own.
Sing, and the hills will answer;
Sigh, it is lost on the air;
The echoes bound to a joyful sound,
But shrink from voicing care.

Rejoice, and men will seek you;
Grieve, and they turn and go;
They want full measure of all your pleasure,
But they do not need your woe.
Be glad, and your friends are many;
Be sad, and you lose them all,—
There are none to decline your nectared wine,
But alone you must drink life’s gall.

Feast, and your halls are crowded;
Fast, and the world goes by.
Succeed and give, and it helps you live,
But no man can help you die.
There is room in the halls of pleasure
For a large and lordly train,
But one by one we must all file on
Through the narrow aisles of pain.

I so enjoyed this poem because it seems to speak to the voice within my own heart. And I loved that my own kin shared it with me. It doesn’t get any sweeter than that.

Wanting to know a bit more about Ella Wheeler Wilcox I found a biograpy from
Ella Wheeler Wilcox. (2015). The Famous People website. Retrieved 04:04, Dec 14, 2015, from //www.thefamouspeople.com/profiles/ella-wheeler-wilcox-105.php.

Here is a bit of that biography:

Ella Wheeler Wilcox’s prolific excellence lay in her positive approach and optimistic nature. She had started penning down poetry from an early age and continued to do so till her death. Her poems reflected her optimism – her belief that hope would triumph over despair and good would overcome evil. For Wilcox, the severity and roughness of life did not exist. Wilcox also was a strong believer of reincarnation. She believed that the negativity that life presented was just an opportunity for man to turn into a blessing. Wilcox played part in the establishment of the American Rosicrucian movement and was also appointed as its first Supreme Council officer. Her term as the Supreme Council officer lasted until her death.

If you aren’t familiar with the term Rosicrucian I will leave that to you to research. All I will say is that it seems Ella and I have been on similar life journeys.

It is ever so interesting to learn, isn’t it?

Autumn Love

This has been a beautiful and productive week for Mother Nature. Some of you may be saying, “beautiful?” It’s been raining most of the week.

Yes, yes it has. At the same time the leaves have FINALLY, FINALLY begun turning colors just as they are supposed to in New England in the Fall.

For the entire month of September I worried that it wasn’t going to happen. After all, the leaves usually begin to change color earlier – much earlier – than they have this year. Often, by fair time in mid to late August trees begin to transform into their party wear of golds, reds, and oranges. But this year has been so uncharacteristically warm that it has stayed green green green.

However, last week we got a couple of frosts and voila! Foliage!

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