I have been having quite a year. It began with joyful promise but is now dotted with disappointment, loss, and heartache. Even as I know enough now to sit with the feelings and be gentle with myself, some days are more difficult than others.
During one particularly challenging week, I decided to do something nice for myself. I love flowers, roses in particular, and it had been some time since I had them at home, so I ordered some. I found just the right bouquet, aptly called “Tenderness” on the site. The online shop wouldn’t let me checkout without filling up the card and so I typed “Tender Defiance”.
Last year, pondering the state of the world, I told a friend: We must let love be our defiance. We can’t let the blatant lying take root and sprout into cynicism or worse, apathy. We can’t let evil take root by having our anger and resentment grow bigger and harder than our kindness and compassion.
It is not the best photo; we were against the light and no amount of amateur editing could change that. But at least we have it. It’s the only one I have of the two of us together.
Mon was a writer and I was a host for a television game show many, many moons ago. I liked how quiet but funny he was. There was a sensitivity about him that I connected with. When I married and became a mother, I left that world and inhabited a new one. We lost touch. Years later, thanks to Facebook, we found each other again and stayed in touch from time to time.
If there was anything that inspired Mon to connect, it was my writing. He was one of a handful of loyal followers who made sure to write and comment about my posts. He was always encouraging me to write more and wanted me to write a book already!
Mon left the Philippines a long time ago and settled in Australia. He was no longer in the business of creative writing, but he never abandoned it, which is more than I can say for myself. He kept writing poetry and published his own books and I told him how much I admired him for it. He told me to just do it and offered to be my editor.
He reposted my previous blog post and told me how much it touched him. He reminded me for the millionth time that my book was waiting.
A few days later, his niece sent a message asking for prayers as Mon had collapsed at work and was fighting for his life. He lost that fight and I haven’t written since. Each time I opened the blog to write, I saw that post and remembered him and then would abandon the task. That was nine months ago.
But here I am at last, right on time for giving birth to something new (or made new), being brave and starting again. How foolish of me to think that NOT writing was okay. There is no better way to celebrate his life than to keep doing the thing he loved–the thing we both love. There is no better way to start writing again than to honor this human being who wasn’t a constant in my life, but whose creative presence lives in me today.
Salamat, Ramon, for being such an inspiration. Here we go.
My firstborn turned 21 in July. I have an adult son. Every mother before me sagely advised: savour every moment, it goes so quickly. But they did not impart enough urgency. They may have been shellshocked, too, totally sideswiped by the sheer unfathomable speed of it. So here I am, marinating in the understatement. They should have shaken me out of my hunger for solitude, assured me that one day I would have so much of it that I would long for the days of little people claiming every square inch of my space. They should have shackled me to the foot of my children’s beds so I could measure every sprouted inch, count every breath and sigh, wipe every tear, hug, kiss and inhale just a bit longer.
It’s been raining and I am missing my long walks. I managed a quick one before the skies turned gray and opened again. So I ambled back home, filled the air with Bach and enjoyed the rain from my window.
The last few weeks have been crazy where I live. Grave anomalies by our developer were discovered by a resident and everyone is understandably up in arms. I found myself attending endless meetings and marinating in a sea of veiled energies. I have a very powerful and simple technique for self-care so I’ve been taking extra time to practice HeartMath®, listening to music and communing with my plants. I am suddenly so in love with indoor plants and have spent a small fortune in Qach, buying even tiny ones to perch on my study spaces. What I have been missing from my outdoor jaunts, I try to make up for indoors.
I have also started turning my phone, laptop and wi-fi off at 6:30pm–a luxury I know I will have to give up as soon as my boys return from vacation. For now I am enjoying this nightly ritual of freeing myself from screens and their effects. I even resuscitated my vintage CD player and played music from there as I didn’t want to go to my laptop for that.
The world is moving too quickly for me and I have been struggling with my own growing attachment (or is it addiction ?) with screens, but these little tweaks have helped bring me to center again–shutting down and off, bringing heart and mind together, breathing.
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Three weeks ago, I opened my home to interested individuals who wanted to experience Advent consciously. My only requirements : commit to all sessions and come on time. Predictably, there was a fallout. What started out as a group of eight has dwindled to six, but last week we started to feel what can arise when a vessel is kept whole by a group of truly committed people with a shared purpose. This year, we are working with the theme “integrity”. On one level it means showing up consistently and on time, being responsible, being true to your word, and on another it means being upright, gathering all our parts towards wholeness and alignment. Continue reading »
He was a ball of light–this fair-skinned boy of around four, trying to keep pace with a dog that was easily triple his size. I was struck by the pure joy that illuminated him. His hair danced in the sky, his smile covered the universe. He hopped, skipped, ran, and took a slight uphill climb with such ease, like he would never ever have a breath to catch. He moved as if he had never fallen. He knew the wind would carry him safely home. I couldn’t take my eyes off him. This is what it is to trust in the world, to be full of awe and wonder, to have never known heartbreak, sadness or loss. I wanted to wrap that up and send it to every human being on this planet. Continue reading »
Just like that we are at the first week of Advent. Where did all the days go? I can see myself at this very desk last year, in a place where the immediate future seemed crystal clear. Weeks later I was thrown straight into the middle of the unforeseen. It was unexpected, difficult and completely changed the course of my life.
Now here I am again, a deeply changed individual, experiencing this threshold for the umpteenth time but also, it seems, for the first. I carry a wakefulness about the space I am entering. It is dark but not empty. It is full of cosmic possibility. I am meeting the season from a sacred internal space with renewed respect for transitions, deaths and awakenings. We are all there now, in this space of ending a year in our lives, but also marinating in the possibility of what we can create for the next.Continue reading »