lawn mowing’s a funny thing.
can’t say there’s ever a time i just really want to run out and mow.
but……seems like that active movement and effort and sweating
does some pretty good things for the spirit.
and the sorting out of thoughts.
and the reminding oneself of things that need to be remembered.
i found myself out there again yesterday evening,
and i found myself pushing and sweating and thinking.
thinking about some things i need to face.
thoughts like ‘well, whining isn’t gonna get you anywhere,
just what exactly do you need to do to get the results you want?” come thru my head.
and the belief that i can do what i need to is right there behind the thought.
THAT right there makes mowing the lawn a very very good thing.
when my sons moved out,
one of my big worries was that i wouldn’t be able to keep up with the big yard.
i had no idea my yard was gonna turn into my place of therapy.
and when i’m all done with a mowing therapy session,
i sit back,
look at the yard i love
the yard that i can indeed take care of,
and i remember that i am stronger than i know.
and that patient plugging away and working at things,
takes care of the bulk of what needs taken care of.
for many different reasons that i’m aware of,
and prolly a few i’m not aware of,
i’ve been a bit on the beat side lately.
just tired and non-energetic.
it’s at those times i see how truly energetic my life is.
when that zip is gone, wow……do i notice.
today i was frustrated with it.
need to get so much done and it’s just not happening.
so i decided to work with it.
and i see what an incredible balance it is to do that.
i did both –
respect the fatigue and rest.
and then i got up and ‘did the opposite.’
i love the ‘opposite’ idea.
i remember reading ages ago that if you’re feeling depressed,
instead of just layin’ around, you gotta do the opposite of what you feel like.
and i think the example in the book included all kinds of lethargy,
not just depression. get up and take yourself out for a walk when you
don’t feel like it. move around, dance to music, do things you don’t feel like.
and i realize – sometimes we’re tired because we’re tired!
and that needs to be respected.
and then sometimes it needs to have the ol’ opposites worked on it.
so today, i tried to do both.
and both felt really good.
but my gosh, it really is hard to move when you don’t feel like it.
i think of those who deal with severe depression.
it’s gotta be one almighty task to try to get moving.
i’m just tired and it really took some effort.
it seems just about impossible if it was worse than that.
but i’m betting it matters a ton.
so i decided i was going to keep at this for as long as it takes
to get my energy back. and i kinda wanted to do it with those who
are depressed in mind. i wanted to hold them in my heart and
keep pluggin’ away and maybe whisper out to them thru the universe –
‘you’re not alone. i’m thinking of you.’
i have been losing myself in mark nepo’s writing lately.
i’m now engrossed in his book, ‘seven thousand ways to listen.’
he said something in there that i thought was really worth all of us
thinking about. so i thought i’d share –
‘Facing our inner divisions is the first step to knowing where we need
to rejoin ourselves. You cannot set bone until you know where it is
broken, and you cannot set upon the journey of individuation – of
becoming a whole person – until you know where and how you are
i love the ‘divided’ word.
i really love that choice of words.
and i love the thought.
i couldn’t answer you where i thought my inner divisions are right now.
and i think that’s one reason i love this.
it’s really something to chew on and consider.
god’s been on my mind.
i’m not even sure how to explain it.
cause i don’t believe in the kinda god a lotta people do.
i talk about god like i do tho, cause it’s just easier to use the words that way.
and i guess that’s it –
i wanted to find my own words.
i wanted to find some sort of way to describe god.
describe what i mean by god.
i wanted to paint my god with words.
so i went down to the coffee shop and thought about it.
scribbled some stuff down.
and saw – i had no words that worked.
i was right next to a window watching the breeze blow thru the leaves of
the trees outside, i was looking at the sky – that for me is sooo much a symbol
of god….and i couldn’t do it. how do you catch the energy that’s in between
what you see? how do you catch the life in the living?
so i started writing about how i couldn’t do it.
and i watched my hand moving the pen…..
the way it just glided along, writing words….
and i thought…..there’s god.
in whatever is moving my hand.
but how do you capture that?
stuck, i went up to refill my coffee cup.
there was a young woman there filling the napkin holder.
i smiled, said hello, asked her how she was as i helped myself to the coffee.
we chatted for a moment.
and just as i was about to turn back and head to my table,
she asked ‘and how are you?’
she didn’t have to.
it wasn’t necessary.
it was easy to end it all where we were.
but she asked.
and she sounded like she cared.
i smiled, answered her and joked.
that was on the outside.
on the inside things just kinda stopped for me.
and i felt……really FELT….how god was right there.
right there between us.
i had absolutely no words to describe what i meant,
but i was overwhelmed with the feeling.
and for a MOMENT i really understood how god is everywhere.
i went back to my table sure i had no words for what i was feeling.
but still so grateful for the moment and how it filled me.
i decided to drive home and be in my yard with the sky.
as i headed out of the parking lot, i saw some people crossing into a store.
they looked as if they forgot god was there.
‘they just forgot.’ i thought.
we all just forget.
and sometimes we just close the door on it all.
but it doesn’t go away.
whatever that is that i can’t describe –
it doesn’t go away.
and the trying to protect thru the fear.
oh my gosh.
when will we EVER learn?
i just watched someone stuck in their fear,
and tryin’ really hard to protect themselves.
they finally let go and seem so much happier.
they don’t seem any more safe than they were before….
but way happier.
couldn’t we just say that about me recently?
and me lots of times.
it’s so much easier seeing it in someone else.
it just makes so much sense that all that struggle they’re doing
to stay safe and protect themselves is a waste and a wrestle they don’t need.
and we need to be patient til they figure it out.
it’s so easy to see when someone else is doin’ it.
but when we do it?
it seems so necessary.
it seems so important.
it seems so consuming.
it doesn’t help a thing.
hurts a ton.
and slows us down.
i see it clearly now.
now let’s see if i can live it clearly for oh…..
maybe a full weekend?
i held my breath when i read mark nepo refer to the sea as
god’s smaller face in the world.
and the phrase popped into my head last nite as i was standing in the
middle of my yard looking up at the sky.
a strong storm was rolling in.
the clouds were churned up, moving swiftly in circular motions.
the different shades of gray were many
and here and there were holes of light shining thru the layers
and layers of power and energy.
i was completely taken with the force above me.
and i thought of that phrase –
god’s smaller face in the world.
i was intimidated standing under such power,
i was in awe of the energy that was so beyond me,
and i was moved by the breath taking beauty of it all.
i noticed how full of emotion i was –
and thought if i i felt this full under a stormy sky –
imagine what it would be like standing in front of god.
‘this feeling here would be equivalent to seeing god’s pinky!’ i thought.
i don’t do a lotta fridge magnets.
as a matter of fact – i only have three.
i’m a minimalist when it comes to fridges.
two hold up the only photo i have there.
it’s of my partner and i.
it’s on the side of my fridge and right where i can see it when i cook.
one magnet is the cat and the hat.
and the other says ‘i’m very receptive to compliments today.’
they remind me to keep the child like play alive in my relationship
and to always be free in telling the good stuff.
then i have my ‘real’ magnet.
the one that i’d leave there if there wasn’t anything else at all on the fridge.
the one that i saw in the store and laughed right out loud when i read it.
the one i didn’t buy because i was budgeting.
the one my friend who was with me secretly bought for me after she saw my reaction to it.
it says quite simply –
‘let go or be dragged.’
i honest to pete think that is one of the best things that has ever been written.
and as many times as i’ve glanced at it, laughed again, and nodded for
the thousandth time, it always feels true.
that’s exactly where i am with a certain place in my life right now.
and i gotta be honest,
there’s marks in the path where my heels have dug in while i’ve been dragged along.
let go or be dragged.
dragging doesn’t feel so good.
i’m workin’ hard on letting go.
and i think that’s my problem.
i don’t think letting go is so much about work.
i think it’s just doing.
i keep at it.
loosening one finger at a time.
i’ll get there.
cause this whole dragging this is……well…..
dare i say?
a total drag.
sorry, i couldn’t help it. 🙂
let go or be dragged.
still, as hard as it is right now, that’s one of my all time favorite sayings.