Movie night

Tonight we watched two movies and ate popcorn.
The Sessions with Helen Hunt and John Hawke.
And Chasing Mavericks.......a surfing movie.
They are both wonderful movies. Both based on true stories. It's funny how when we know something is a true story it seems to have more oomph. They grab the heart and tug.

One minute to live

So, I said 10 minutes on yesterday's blog. Change that to one minute.

What makes you want to speak? If you had one minute before they set your coffin into the ground what would you say?

I would say:

You do not have to be good. You do not have to try so hard. Life doesn't need to be hard. The only way to be a victim is to make yourself one.

There is beauty everywhere. There is magic everywhere.
Look for rhythm. Look for kindness. Look for love.
And be love. Be kind.

Inform the world of your place here. Show up. Show up. Show up.
Love whomever shows up in front of you. Walk each other home.
You don't need to be big and loud either. Though you might be.

Read only that which moves you.
Listen to only that which makes you hum or sing or dance, or cry or laugh.
Find out what they are.

Let go of stuff! In your home, in your head, in your body. Let the breath fall out of you.

Bring only that which serves.
Bring in only that which feeds you. This way you won't need to let go of so much.

Breathe. Move. Nourish. Rest.

Say, what?

What are you about?
If you were given, right now, 10 minutes to speak, before they placed your coffin in the ground, what would you say?

I did this exercise recently.......I wasn't about what I thought I was about. Do it quickly, no thinking, you only have 10 minutes. Write it down.

I will share tomorrow some of what I wrote.

Be well!

The Day

The day has been wonderful. Especially wonderful because I haven't taken anything personally. And I had lots of opportunity to take things personally. Don't we all?
So, just going about my day, doing the next thing to do, working, eating, walking, meditating, working, walking, eating, and not taking anything that anyone did or said be about me.
There are three stuffs in the world. My stuff, their stuff, the universes stuff. There isn't as much my stuff as I thought. Any opinion I have, any position I have, or knowingness I have, and holding that as the way things are, is going to make me more susceptible to taking things personally. The more stuff I let go of, the less stuff is mine, the less I take personally, and the better the day.

Warm and fuzzy

I had a lovely time with some children at a Marathon school. We did some play with awareness and even though time was short and they were rambunctious on a Friday afternoon, these children in grades 3 and 4, gave me these special words for the quiet they experienced inside themselves: soft; comfy; peaceful; warm; tired; and wonderful. Now how warm and fuzzy is that!

Below:
Winter Wonderland (I made it home before the snowstorm)
Feet in meditation
Fireworks this evening from my kitchen window in honour of Family day.

Soft and comfy

I drove from Thunder Bay to Marathon today. It was the most lovely drive. I only made one quick pit stop to a washroom in Schreiber so it was only 3 1/2 hours to drive. The shore of Lake Superior is beautiful in winter with chunks of ice, then flat snow, then open water. Amazing! There were transport trucks on the road and very few cars so I felt like I had the road to myself. There is something about being in the car alone that is so spacious and satisfying.

I did a bit of hmmmmm, I don't actually know what to call it, some kind of consciousness exercise with two groups of children at the school this afternoon. They were rambunctious and fun and loud and full of movement. Before they left many of them shared a word for the quietness they felt inside: soft, comfy, peaceful, big, good, quiet, etc. I was pleasantly surprised. Kids are so cute!

With That Moon Language

WITH THAT MOON LANGUAGE

by Hafiz

Admit something:

Everyone you see, you say to them,

"Love me,"

Of course you do not do this out loud:

Otherwise, 

Someone would call the cops.

Still though, think about this,

This great pull in us

To connect.

Why not become the one

Who lives with a full moon in each eye

That is always saying,

With that sweet moon 

Language,

What every other eye in this world

Is dying to 

Hear.