Your will is the gardener that tends the garden called your body.
Listen to your body, and it will tell you what you need to know.
–Dr. Wayne Dyer
As I continue my mindful practice listening to my body takes conscious effort. I eat without much thought. My body tells me I’m hungry, but is what I’m putting in my mouth really good for my system? I won’t know that unless I pay attention to how my body reacts to it. So today I’m weaning myself off sugar. I’m allowing myself the natural sweetness that comes from eating fruit but cutting out table sugar and any product that has it in. The funny thing is I don’t think I eat that much sugar, but even in this one day I’ve read that it’s in a lot of the products I eat. Why am I doing this right now when I’m not feeling good? Because I want to feel better, and sugar feeds inflammation and infection going on in my body.
So my mindful experiment today was drinking black coffee. I’m use to adding a lot of Peppermint Mocha creamer to my coffee. So I knew it had to add something to the experience to make it enjoyable. I went out onto my quiet peaceful deck and sipped it same as I did when it had creamer in it. First sip was bitter, so was the second and third. It was not the enjoyable experience I was hoping my mindful thoughts would make it into. It reminded me of the same reaction I had to beer and wine when I first tasted them. I didn’t like them either in the beginning. Now I love the taste of both. I drank the cup anyway not wanting to have withdrawal symptoms from both coffee and sugar. I’ll either learn to enjoy its essence or stop drinking it all together.
My conclusion is that not everything we do mindfully will bring us joy, but it certainly opens our eyes to the things our mind and body are trying to tell us. That’s a good thing. So my endeavors where well worth the time I gave them. The big plus is that for a short space in time my attention was on something else rather then my symptoms.
My Peachy Moment
I found out last week that I have to have surgery again on my sinuses as some of the problems I had came back. It’s only been 3 months since the last one. At first I felt like it was in a nightmare. But as I’ve prayed about the why. The only answer I got was that no matter what the situation is there are always the slivers within the moments where we can find joy in something.
When you don’t feel good it can be all consuming, but as I’ve been working on it I do find those moments of reprieve. It does take some conscious effort, so today I did an experiment. My mindful task was in the focus I gave to eating a locally grown fresh ripe, sweet, juicy peach. I found myself taking pure delight in every bite. It’s amazing the tonic effect a simple sweet juicy peach can have on you when you give it your full attention.
I think in the moments that mindfulness provides is the place where God begins our healing process. If I am able to tune into the simple joy of eating a peach, than in that mindful moment I am not wrapped up in my symptoms. And in that knowing I see, feel and experience the healing process taking place in me now!
Socrates said, “To know, is to know that you know nothing. That is the meaning of true knowledge.”
He also went on to say that, “True wisdom comes to each of us when we realize how little we understand about life, ourselves, and the world around us.”
If I’m a pessimist, I’d probable look at these two quotes and say, “What’s the use in trying!”
However, through the optimistic outlook we are able to see the endless possibilities between the words. I don’t know all there is to know, and I never will know everything, but when I think of all I’ve come to know in the years I’ve lived…the wonder of what I’ll come to know next…is something I can’t wait to discover.
One of the most amazing things
that can happen is finding someone
who sees everything you are,
and won’t let you be anything less.
They see the potential in you.
They see endless possibilities.
And through their eyes,
you start to see yourself the same way.
As someone who can make a difference in this world.
If you’re lucky enough to find this person,
never let them go.
Sometimes someone like this comes along in your life, and it feels uncomfortable at first. Especially if you have always had a low self esteem and feel unworthy of any kindness. I remember when Tom first came into my life, he was so kind, attentive and caring. I was’t use to having anyone treat me so good, and it felt weird and uncomfortable. I wanted him to go away. I went to visit a friend, and she was the one who pointed out to me that I may have made the biggest mistake of my life. “Sounds like he’s the best things that’s every happen to you,” she said. I was afraid I’d lost him forever. But when the bus pulled into the terminal there he was waiting for me. I jumped into his arms and never let him go again.
I thank my good friend Mary Faith too, who knew me well enough to set me back in the right direction.
Bacon! Bacon! Bacon!
It was early morning when my Tom awoke. He let me out, and feed my growling stomach. One moment I saw the food, and the next it was gone. As my morning ritual continues to play out Tom picks me up, and puts me in bed with my Connie who was still sleeping. I jump around her give her a tiny lick on the lips and snuggle up against her. No sooner did I fall asleep when my head popped up. The door was shut in the bedroom, but that didn’t keep the aroma of the bacon from slipping through every slit and slate in the door it could find. Even my Connie began to stir, but not enough for me. I wanted down, but it was still dark as the sun was only beginning to rise. I couldn’t see well enough to jump down. So I walked back and forth up one side of Connie and around to the other side touching her check with my wet nose each time. “Lay down Ollie,” “it’s too early to get up.”
So I sit staring at the door imagining the bacon sizzling on the stove splattering at the feet of my Tom, a piece dropping on the floor. My mouth begins to drool as I lick my chops. I can’t bare it anymore the desire, the lure of the bacon had a hold of me calling me…come, come this way. I jumped as if diving into a big black obsesses without thought, and landed on all four paws, like a cat. My Connie got up knowing I wouldn’t let her alone if she didn’t open the door. It was then that my transformer powers turned me into a Dogmomatic vacuum. On full speed I headed for the kitchen. Already in vacuum mood with my head down, sniffer in position, my tongue went to work slopped up everything in sight.
“Dam dog!” My Tom yells as he trips over me. “Out!”
I go out one way and come back in the other with determination to cover every inch of the kitchen floor. My Tom and I will play this dance… “Dam dog!…Out! Game,” until my mission has been accomplished.
I dedicate my wonderful Sunday morning experience to my Uncle John who has taught me, even from a long distance, the Magic of bacon. Thanks for the doggy bacon jerky uncle John, its truly transformed my life.
I have the kindest most gracious people in my life. If I could compare them to anything I’d say they’re like an Oreo cookie. They are good all around, but the best part of them comes from the inside.
Today is a good day all things considered. I owe it to God who is always whispering in my ear the things I need to hear. I am grateful to God of course, but also to myself for turning down the volume on my troubled chatter long enough to hear Him. I’m also grateful for my friends, family and fellow bloggers who are always inspiring me in one way or the other. There is gratitude all around us if we take the time to look beyond the negative. I see more things to be grateful for then that which tends to pull me down. It’s truly the best medicine, and it’s not even something I have to swallow it’s already inside me. All I have to do is tap into it.
The most romantic love story
it isn’t the one about
Romeo & Juliet who died together…
No it’s the story about a
Granny & Pop
who grew old together.
“I have learned silence from the talkative, toleration from the intolerant and kindness from the unkind; yet, strange, I am ungrateful to those teachers.” -Khalil Gibran
This quote in my daily reading made me laugh out loud. Now I’m the kind of person who is always trying to look beneath the irritating things that people do. I always look for something good in others, giving them the benefit of the doubt. But “dog-gone-it!” It’s not easy! What have we really learned but that we don’t want to be like them, and we’re left with the irritating residue they leave behind.
Now what if we thought of it this way? If earth is our school, and life is our lesson, maybe the people we encounter along our life’s journey are actually angels on assignment sent to assist us toward our best selves yet to be. See now, that’s more like my way of thinking. So the irritating people would actually be angels in disguise sent to teach me what I need to know. Wow, if I knew they were specially sent from God to teach me what I need to know, that would shed a whole other light on how I saw them. Of course being human, I would shiver upon their departure, that’s for sure. Partly because I’d know how special they were, but also to shake off all the unwanted irritating residue they left behind. A letting go, you could say. That’s when the clarity of the lesson would set in. Now with all that junk out of the way how could I not see the wisdom of the lesson, and feel the gratitude it would create in me. I’d be that much closer to the best yet to come.