Showing posts with label being present. Show all posts
Showing posts with label being present. Show all posts

Monday, November 10, 2014

When God Makes Cotton Candy


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The pensive sun is pondering sleep.

Its brilliance is seconds from perfection. 

The clouds appear as wisps of long, fine hair with blond frosted tips.
The sky turns pinkish white first, then the color of fuchsia lipstick mixed with tangerine juice.

The gray-green windows of skyscrapers reflect back 
the palette like mirrors.

At each other, at the lake, at me. 

Hold your breath. 

The world seems serene, and hopeful, and at peace.

And it seduces me into feeling a little this way, too. 
When we were children and the sky shone like this?

My mother would whisper to us,

“God is making cotton candy.” 

I love cotton candy.

Tuesday, September 30, 2014

Just Write: Yoga and How Do You Take Up Space?

I have been intensely pensive lately. Probably too much so, if truth be told.

I derive questions, mostly about life, from a few sources.
One such place is yoga. That is, yoga taught by an intelligent, and thought provoking teacher.

Okay, okay! Some of you may think a yogi’s verbiage is a bunch of cheesy crap, and that their soothing, whisper-like intonation is fake. Depending on the teacher, or my mood, it can be. Distracts me, too.

Not today, though.

Anna, yogi extraordinaire and former professional ballet dancer, provided background as to why the postures, sequences and flow, would be just so, explaining her planning usually has something  to do with what she’s thinking about or struggling with or working on in her own life.

Today’s question: How do you take up space?

She didn’t tell us what to think, or even what she thought except to say she feels her space must be filled with movement. (Hint: This is NOT usually my case.) During our class we moved through several choreographed sequences, repeating each and every one at least three times to settle in, and get a rhythm She posed questions like: Is your space being filled by thoughts or movement? Are you constantly making small adjustments or are you static? Are you exploring your depths or resting?

I wasn’t necessarily thinking about my physical space the whole time, though mostly I was in those moments. I was concentrating on what I could physically do. How could I improve this posture? What felt loose? Tight? Strong? Weak?

My consistent goal in yoga is to stay present, in the moment, and prevent the drifting of thoughts to a place off my mat. Push everything out!
There weren’t expectations of answers, or anything, during Lotus pose or Warrior Two or Dancer. At that moment. She set the questions out there for us like “food for thought”, a whisper thought to take home in a doggie bag for later. 

It was an interesting exercise. Letting my mind touch lightly on the questions she posed as my body simultaneously moved through her queues for strenuous postures. The answers came fleetingly like the sweat that ran down my nose then dripped off it’s tip. My mind and body were transitioning from one thought/position to the next. 

I felt strong. I felt challenged. I felt successful. 

In the moment! On the mat. Fully present.

Of course, she was alluding to the bigger picture as well. Maybe even more so. Has to be because we were only in the sweat box for 60 minutes! As I walked home, however, the question marinated, and I started equating “space” with time. My thoughts drifted over to how I spend my time in the space I occupy. 

So how do I fill my space (off the mat)? Well that depends. I alternate between being proudly productive or happily lost in thought or extremely time wasting. With people I love, others I don’t know well, and the occasional stranger.

Who decides what is a “properly” filled space? Do I? Does He? Does someone else like my husband? 

These are just questions. Things I am thinking about today. Things I will probably think about tomorrow too unless I am posited questions from one of my “other” sources. I am all questions it seems with a smaller percentage of answers. But I enjoy thinking too much. Sometimes.

What I do know for sure is that I love yoga because it provides challenge, both mentally and physically. It is stimulating. It creates thinking time on and off the mat. And these things are (not uniquely) important to my well-being*. 


*(Editor’s Note: In an effort to additionally increase my well-being, I am currently ingesting a juice-like beverage I picked up at Whole Foods this morning. It is called Alternative Fuel whose label states, “We squeeze it fresh right in our store. Made With Fresh…celery, broccoli, parsley, cabbage, wheatgrass, lettuce, spinach, kale and cucumber.” To borrow a famous phrase from Lucille Ball, “Tastes just like candy!” YUMMERS!!!)

Tuesday, December 11, 2012

To: Mom, From: Santa, Re: Your Present


Do you ever think about going "off the grid"?

I do, once a day at least;

Traveling to a place no one will find me.

A remote place where there’s no accessing Facebook or Twitter or email or even phone calls, maybe.

It’s like I want to exist but not, both at the same time, 

Sometimes wanting to disappear. 

So I planned in advance to do just that

And taking not just me

Off the grid.

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Every year since my kids were babies, I'd wrap a present,

            To: Mom
            From: Santa

Something that hadn’t quite made my Christmas list (purposely maybe). Always using the same special, as if by gloved hand, big bubble print in red and green marker and the same secret Santa paper. 

As our kids passed out Santa’s gifts on Christmas morning, they’d say with excitement, “Mom! He didn’t forget you or Dad!” Because, of course, Mom always included one under the tree for Dad, too.  

My college kids don’t believe in Santa anymore, obviously, although they believed until they were quite old. There are always presents under the tree from him still. They enjoy pretending.

And with Christmas working a bit differently this time, some gifts will be opened early in anticipation of our first trip together, just us four, in more than that many years. And while everyone else receives new swimsuits and books from Santa on Friday evening, I envision a wrapped note like this, for me:

            To: Mom
            From: Santa
            Re: Your Present

“For your trip to a far away island off the coast of a third world Central American country, I, Santa, am granting your wish. There shall be: 

 NO
Cellphones,
Computers,
“i”Anythings,

Only books and playing cards and conversations.

NO 
Texting boys/girls, 
Facebooking, Tweeting,
Or
Instagraming Mom in swimsuits.

Your family's complete and undistracted “presence”

Is your present.

They're all you need.”

It's only a wish, my wish, but I'll anticipate and embrace life "off the grid" if even only for moments.


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This week's Trifecta prompt is the third definition of anticipation: 3. a : visualization of a future event or state