More than enough real life is happening here in the forrest. My need to get to the blog to describe it is ebbing. Summer seems to be filling me with acceptance for the life that is mine. The clotheslines are filled with routine washings, a tub full of pillow cases and night clothes is soaking in fresh water as I plunk away at the keys here. We have a kitchen table inside our outdoor kitchen ... the first table we've had in years. It's a treasure we've not had place to put. How fine an experience it is to sit at it with tea and tablet.
Our routines are hard work, or time-consuming. When I am able to keep it simple and let what I am doing be good enough, the work is exactly right. The awarenesses are many, and calming the urge to fix the discomfort of some of those awarenesses just make the work difficult, and conflicted. Without blogging as often, I live the awareness and am faced with choice: fix it too soon and I have to sit with the premature mend and start again. It's a journey, a process. I meet my impatience and my irritation and finally wear out my control-button to the point of acceptance.
My ankle break is wrapped in an ACE bandage that has been soaking to de-stink it from microbial doo-daa junk for weeks. I can use it now with some precaution. I wrap and ice the ankle to keep the injury calmed, keep it as stable as I can and then accept ... it's as good as I can do for now.
The VardoForTwo is a gem. We live from it and it continues to teach me lessons small and grand. Change takes time, it is hard work and today I accept that.
Showing posts with label acceptance. Show all posts
Showing posts with label acceptance. Show all posts
Tuesday, July 27, 2010
Tuesday, May 11, 2010
Mercury getting ready to I MUA (go forward) ... and so do we
It's a life filled with more unexpected whats, whos and wheres. I am at the submerged screen of work station #4 in the Langley library here on Whidbey Island. A corner of preschoolers are gabbering, and a mom is reading "The Pirate and the Penguin." It's not easy to concentrate on my 'mission' yet, that's okay ... my mission is a morphing thing I think. Mercury, the planet of communication has been in retrograde, so the action of forward motion has reserved for the past three weeks. That changes after today; and that is good. We have taken advantage of reviewing and readjusting ... finding ourselves on an island in the middle of the Salish Sea, in Washington State ... or in the land of First Peoples who call it other names.
Our VardoForTwo is happy being under a starry starry sky surrounded by dark nights and tall trees. The conveniences of modern life avail themselves to us ... we have electricity to heat our tiny home, a washer, kitchen and bathroom all of them shared resources that we rent and work for in exchange for a place to be anchored to Earth-time. JOTS is at home alone, out and about in the woods in the bright of day; and at night we pour her into her carrier and lock her in. There are large hootie owls and coyotes among the predators of a real and wild forrest. One owl stocked our dear dear JOTS the other night, and the message became clear: "Keep her safe at night inside the warm carrier. That is as much as we can do."
That is what we do with our own dear selves and our recreating life. The community of stars and astrology give me an angle that opens positive options when I am in despair, and the work and program of the Al-Anon 12 Steps provide me tangible spiritual discipline when I slip into old and non-functional habits. MCS is a vehicle of incredible structure making. PErhaps my six decades have fashioned something that makes my deep searching native disposition ever resilient and hopeful. I am learning at this later stage, to really accept my life as I find it. That would be 'humility' the First Step in becoming intimate with a power greater than the losses, challenges, limitations, unexpected exposures, choices that are out of my control.
The corner filled with pre-schoolers is quiet. Oh, how I am grateful that the sounds did not make for a judgemnt of 'noise' and interruption. It was a brief and fully alive few minutes.
I have a few precious minutes left at Work Station #4 ... 33 minutes by the clock in the corner; and there is a CANARY CARNIVAL TO ORGANIZE AND PREPARE. I'm leaving this post here, to say ... bear with me as I adjust to the limitations that are real in my ability to take the submissions including beautiful photos and artwork that might not be easy/possible for me to manipulate from the library. There is still time to figure it out, and however the final posts appear, a huge MAHALO for the work and the heart that has gone into the submissions. They are valuable and I so love the creativity expressed in each of them.
It is a lovely day, and with gratitude and appreciation I enjoy my own company and send these words/thoughts to you who visit here at VardoForTwo and hope the company you are in values you, too.
Aloha,
Mokihana
Our VardoForTwo is happy being under a starry starry sky surrounded by dark nights and tall trees. The conveniences of modern life avail themselves to us ... we have electricity to heat our tiny home, a washer, kitchen and bathroom all of them shared resources that we rent and work for in exchange for a place to be anchored to Earth-time. JOTS is at home alone, out and about in the woods in the bright of day; and at night we pour her into her carrier and lock her in. There are large hootie owls and coyotes among the predators of a real and wild forrest. One owl stocked our dear dear JOTS the other night, and the message became clear: "Keep her safe at night inside the warm carrier. That is as much as we can do."
That is what we do with our own dear selves and our recreating life. The community of stars and astrology give me an angle that opens positive options when I am in despair, and the work and program of the Al-Anon 12 Steps provide me tangible spiritual discipline when I slip into old and non-functional habits. MCS is a vehicle of incredible structure making. PErhaps my six decades have fashioned something that makes my deep searching native disposition ever resilient and hopeful. I am learning at this later stage, to really accept my life as I find it. That would be 'humility' the First Step in becoming intimate with a power greater than the losses, challenges, limitations, unexpected exposures, choices that are out of my control.
The corner filled with pre-schoolers is quiet. Oh, how I am grateful that the sounds did not make for a judgemnt of 'noise' and interruption. It was a brief and fully alive few minutes.
I have a few precious minutes left at Work Station #4 ... 33 minutes by the clock in the corner; and there is a CANARY CARNIVAL TO ORGANIZE AND PREPARE. I'm leaving this post here, to say ... bear with me as I adjust to the limitations that are real in my ability to take the submissions including beautiful photos and artwork that might not be easy/possible for me to manipulate from the library. There is still time to figure it out, and however the final posts appear, a huge MAHALO for the work and the heart that has gone into the submissions. They are valuable and I so love the creativity expressed in each of them.
It is a lovely day, and with gratitude and appreciation I enjoy my own company and send these words/thoughts to you who visit here at VardoForTwo and hope the company you are in values you, too.
Aloha,
Mokihana
Tuesday, February 9, 2010
Burnt Biscuits
This story is making its way around the internet. I found it in my email, sent to me by a friend in our Washington area MCS community. Karen is the newly-found friend who gifted us with the Portable Mini spin Dryer from http://www.laundry-alternative.com/. She would take no money, and said instead, "When you no longer need it, pass it along." Generosity like this happens to us along the way, and we try to do the same every chance we get.
Thanks, Karen for passing the good along!
BURNT BISCUITS
When I was a kid, my Mom liked to make breakfast food for dinner every now
and then. And I remember one night in particular when she had made
breakfast after a long, hard day at work. On that evening so long ago, my Mom placed
a plate of eggs, sausage and extremely burned biscuits in front of my dad.
I remember waiting to see if anyone noticed! Yet all my dad did was reach
for his biscuit, smile at my Mom and ask me how my day was at school. I
don't remember what I told him that night, but I do remember watching him smear
butter and jelly on that biscuit and eat every bite!
When I got up from the table that evening, I remember hearing my Mom
apologize to my dad for burning the biscuits. And I'll never forget what he said:
"Honey, I love burned biscuits."
Later, that night, I went to kiss Daddy good night and I asked him if he
really liked his biscuits burned. He wrapped me in his arms and said, "Your
Momma put in a hard day at work today and she's real tired. And besides - a
little burnt biscuit never hurt anyone!"
You know, life is full of imperfect things - and imperfect people. I'm not
the best at hardly anything, and I forget birthdays and anniversaries just
like everyone else. What I've learned over the years is that learning to
accept each other's faults - and choosing to celebrate each other's differences
- is one of the most important keys to creating a healthy, growing, and
lasting relationship.
And that's my prayer for you today. That you will learn to take the good,
the bad, and the ugly parts of your life and let go and let God.
Because in the end, God's the only One who will be able to give you a
relationship where a burnt biscuit isn't a deal-breaker!
We could extend this to any relationship. In fact, understanding is the
base of any relationship, be it a husband-wife or parent-child or friendship!
"Don't put the key to your happiness in someone else's pocket - keep it in
your own."
Thanks, Karen for passing the good along!
BURNT BISCUITS
When I was a kid, my Mom liked to make breakfast food for dinner every now
and then. And I remember one night in particular when she had made
breakfast after a long, hard day at work. On that evening so long ago, my Mom placed
a plate of eggs, sausage and extremely burned biscuits in front of my dad.
I remember waiting to see if anyone noticed! Yet all my dad did was reach
for his biscuit, smile at my Mom and ask me how my day was at school. I
don't remember what I told him that night, but I do remember watching him smear
butter and jelly on that biscuit and eat every bite!
When I got up from the table that evening, I remember hearing my Mom
apologize to my dad for burning the biscuits. And I'll never forget what he said:
"Honey, I love burned biscuits."
Later, that night, I went to kiss Daddy good night and I asked him if he
really liked his biscuits burned. He wrapped me in his arms and said, "Your
Momma put in a hard day at work today and she's real tired. And besides - a
little burnt biscuit never hurt anyone!"
You know, life is full of imperfect things - and imperfect people. I'm not
the best at hardly anything, and I forget birthdays and anniversaries just
like everyone else. What I've learned over the years is that learning to
accept each other's faults - and choosing to celebrate each other's differences
- is one of the most important keys to creating a healthy, growing, and
lasting relationship.
And that's my prayer for you today. That you will learn to take the good,
the bad, and the ugly parts of your life and let go and let God.
Because in the end, God's the only One who will be able to give you a
relationship where a burnt biscuit isn't a deal-breaker!
We could extend this to any relationship. In fact, understanding is the
base of any relationship, be it a husband-wife or parent-child or friendship!
"Don't put the key to your happiness in someone else's pocket - keep it in
your own."
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