Tuesday, August 20, 2013

Welcome to the other side

This is the part where you feel like you are exactly where you need to be, doing exactly what you need to be doing, exactly where you need to be doing it. Contentment is a stranger when you're so used to going to bed with restlessness and dreams on dreams on unlikely dreams. There is no "If I was there... ", "If I did this...", "if only...." because the great perhaps has come to fruition and you are living out all of the two toned hypotheticals that kept you sane and staring out the window when other people's expectations were calling your name. You've come to it. Welcome to the other side.
How else can I explain now but with this poem?

So Much Happiness
It is difficult to know what to do with so much happiness.
With sadness there is something to rub against,
a wound to tend with lotion and cloth.
When the world falls in around you, you have pieces to pick up,
something to hold in your hands, like ticket stubs or change.
But happiness floats.
It doesn't need you to hold it down.
It doesn't need anything.
Happiness lands on the roof of the next house, singing,
and disappears when it wants to.
You are happy either way.
Even the fact that you once lived in a peaceful tree house
and now live over a quarry of noise and dust
cannot make you unhappy.
Everything has a life of its own,
it too could wake up filled with possibilities
of coffee cake and ripe peaches,
and love even the floor which needs to be swept,
the soiled linens and scratched records…..
Since there is no place large enough
to contain so much happiness,
you shrug, you raise your hands, and it flows out of you
into everything you touch. You are not responsible.
You take no credit, as the night sky takes no credit
for the moon, but continues to hold it, and share it,
and in that way, be known. 

Sunday, August 11, 2013

On my mind

Excerpts and links from the articles I liked best this week:

This is what I mean by time warp:

"We construct the experience of time in our minds, so it follows that we are able to change the elements we find troubling — whether it’s trying to stop the years racing past, or speeding up time when we’re stuck in a queue, trying to live more in the present, or working out how long ago we last saw our old friends. Time can be a friend, but it can also be an enemy. The trick is to harness it, whether at home, at work, or even in social policy, and to work in line with our conception of time. Time perception matters because it is the experience of time that roots us in our mental reality. Time is not only at the heart of the way we organize life, but the way we experience it."

In case you're looking around and thinking everybody is better than you - wise words by Marianne:

"Jealousy, says Pinkola Estes, is a many armed monster that ranges over the earth looking for vulnerable people. And we are vulnerable when we forget that we don’t all have the same pathway. We are vulnerable when we want the treasure without being willing to pay the price"

Advice to young people on being on your own  :

" I think I’d like to say only that they should learn to be alone and try to spend as much time as possible by themselves. I think one of the faults of young people today is that they try to come together around events that are noisy, almost aggressive at times. This desire to be together in order to not feel alone is an unfortunate symptom, in my opinion. Every person needs to learn from childhood how to be spend time with oneself. That doesn’t mean he should be lonely, but that he shouldn’t grow bored with himself because people who grow bored in their own company seem to me in danger, from a self-esteem point of view."

And for a change an article on Asylum-seekers in Australia that doesn't make you lose your faith in humanity

''This has helped my idea of breaking from the welfare model. I had been feeling responsible for Ali. I was buying into the crisis. I had forgotten that Ali is a very resourceful man, far more resourceful than I will ever be. The experience really taught me I am not the solution; I am a person to support these people finding their own solution. And again, most of them are more educated and skilled than I will ever be. That is what keeps me in the job now - people like Ali, and the understanding that anything is possible with people who have that kind of dedication and resilience.''

Wednesday, August 7, 2013

Un momentito

I feel like I'm living in a time warp. We are all the lost boys of never never land who have forgotten where we came from and where we are supposed to be going next. Our lives exist in a vacuum of life-changing events and momentous adventures that never cease. You cannot live here in a way that is half hearted, it is in your face, takes all of your breath, is relentless. A moment is a lifetime and a lifetime is a moment. Events squish together, drowning you in epic memories that you can't believe are real.

And people leave and people leave and people leave.
The bad news is that nothing lasts forever.
The good news is that nothing lasts forever.