My 2 year old daughter invented the best name for a 'fart'...
"BUM BUBBLE!" Haha it's way cuter than the other word ;)
and boom... right outta nowhere... a shadow.. starring her right in the face...
and them boom! there it is again- only in a new but similar form...
how can shadows be there starring you in the face for so long, and not fully see them..
such a shift in perception..
that is all...
how can shadows be there starring you in the face for so long, and not fully see them..
such a shift in perception..
that is all...
Trying to meditate and do yoga with a 2 yr old running around..
...is pretty much like trying to do anything with a 2 yr old running around... interrupted and incomplete! haha. She breaks my silence by making me laugh and she asks me to do a LOT for her... but i dont mind that! haha
She also makes yoga very dangerous. Childs pose makes me look like a pony, leading to her pouncing on my back. Downward dog: I turn into a bridge for her to go under and try to climb.
And anything that involves one foot/hand on the floor and one raised in the air, is just asking for trouble! I dont look like a horse and i dont look like a bridge, so she just runs at me and hopes for the best. I could really get injured.
I will have to join an evening class. :)
<3
She also makes yoga very dangerous. Childs pose makes me look like a pony, leading to her pouncing on my back. Downward dog: I turn into a bridge for her to go under and try to climb.
And anything that involves one foot/hand on the floor and one raised in the air, is just asking for trouble! I dont look like a horse and i dont look like a bridge, so she just runs at me and hopes for the best. I could really get injured.
I will have to join an evening class. :)
<3
the difference between my blog posts and other peoples:
other people tend to write them in some type of word processor, i tend to think mine in my head while sweeping the floor... i dont get many blog hits from that...
also, i would like to take this opportunity to thank dan, over at willwork4followers.danoah.com, for getting me to point that out to myself with this post of his: http://willwork4followers.danoah.com/2011/03/five-rules-you-should-forget-about.html
tho, cant stay long, have to go, my 2yr old is smashing her hands on my keyborad, but you wouldnt say, b.c im really fast with backspace...
(spot the typo in that last line and you win todays "spot the typo"!
xo
also, i would like to take this opportunity to thank dan, over at willwork4followers.danoah.com, for getting me to point that out to myself with this post of his: http://willwork4followers.danoah.com/2011/03/five-rules-you-should-forget-about.html
tho, cant stay long, have to go, my 2yr old is smashing her hands on my keyborad, but you wouldnt say, b.c im really fast with backspace...
(spot the typo in that last line and you win todays "spot the typo"!
xo
One of those nights… when the super ego comes out to play…
So many things happen in the run of a day, in the run of an evening…
So many thoughts rush on by. We either attach or not attach.
Someone threw a snowball at my windshield as I was driving 50 down a dark road at 10pm on a Friday night. I didn’t even flinch, didn’t get a scare, didn’t react with a jump of frady-cat, like I might’ve before, years ago… (Though, even sometimes now, if someone, in my own house, quietly turned a corner and faced me, I’d prolly jump and scream a little bit-- but I blame the conditioning of movies for that… I've seen that scene in movies a LOT! So I expect it to be a clown with a knife, I’m like: “AH!! Oh.. it’s only you… DEEP-BREATH OUT“( “You” being my partner, who I know is the only one home with me, but for some reason, if we cross paths unexpectedly, I tend to scream out an ear deafening yelp as if he is holding a machete, aiming for my throat, (but then I'll giggle and see that he is the one who now looks scared.)
But anyhow..
The snowball thing…
It showed me how awake to the moment I can be... it’s something I have been learning, been working on… the ability to quickly asses a situation at hand, and react accordingly, more rationally. This practice has helped me feel more awake in my life than I have in years (if I ever have!)
I try hard to not attach to events when they arise, just let them run their course… I asses a moment, let it fly on by, move on to enjoy the next one…
It seems as though there are times when I'm so awake and consciously alert, that I cant even be scared of a snowball whacking off my window on a dark rainy drive!
I can be so in-tune with being in the moment, that as soon as the snowball hit the window, and I processed it, that moment to jump in fright was gone, the snowball was gone… I tuned into what happened so fast that I didn’t have time to be frightened, it kind of looked like this:
Me driving along, wide awake, in a consciously self-absorbed state of self analysis and awareness of the moment, turn to check the time on my phone- *!!!WHACK!!!!* *BLANK STARE*“that was a snowball” “on the window” “its not broken” “no big deal” *HERES WHERE MY BODY SLIGHTlY SITS MORE UP-RIGHT*, (a subtle physical reaction which would normally accompany a huge jump, rush of scared feelings, sweat and a rapid heartbeat and maybe some angry words about the SOB who threw the snowball* “whoa that was crazy” “I wasn’t scared at all” “hey that person should not have done that” MEEP-MEEP-MEEP! “hey, why did I meep the horn?” … “that person probably thinks I was meeping out of anger, giving that person a false sense of control, DAMNIT! Why did I meep the horn! I wasn’t angry, I was just sayingL HAY!” “oh well, I meeped the horn, that persons reaction is that persons reaction, im done reacting about it, let. It go…” (yes, I really do think like this.)
LONG SILENT PAUSE (that being about 7 seconds) “Hey. That was kinda cool. How I didn’t jump and get scared.”Though, maybe that means I was lost in thought?” “That it’s not that I'm “so awake”, it’s that im THAT unconscious!” “That, omg, I cant even react to a snowball hitting the window!” “OMG what is wrong with me!?!?”
*PAUSE* “oh, hey! I'm doing that thing again, that super ego crap! Guh!”
Then I continued my drive home.. (taking into account, everything I just wrote up there, ran through my mind in under 26 seconds).
FYI: it took me longer to write this post than it did for that entire situation to unfold!
So many thoughts rush on by. We either attach or not attach.
Someone threw a snowball at my windshield as I was driving 50 down a dark road at 10pm on a Friday night. I didn’t even flinch, didn’t get a scare, didn’t react with a jump of frady-cat, like I might’ve before, years ago… (Though, even sometimes now, if someone, in my own house, quietly turned a corner and faced me, I’d prolly jump and scream a little bit-- but I blame the conditioning of movies for that… I've seen that scene in movies a LOT! So I expect it to be a clown with a knife, I’m like: “AH!! Oh.. it’s only you… DEEP-BREATH OUT“( “You” being my partner, who I know is the only one home with me, but for some reason, if we cross paths unexpectedly, I tend to scream out an ear deafening yelp as if he is holding a machete, aiming for my throat, (but then I'll giggle and see that he is the one who now looks scared.)
But anyhow..
The snowball thing…
It showed me how awake to the moment I can be... it’s something I have been learning, been working on… the ability to quickly asses a situation at hand, and react accordingly, more rationally. This practice has helped me feel more awake in my life than I have in years (if I ever have!)
I try hard to not attach to events when they arise, just let them run their course… I asses a moment, let it fly on by, move on to enjoy the next one…
It seems as though there are times when I'm so awake and consciously alert, that I cant even be scared of a snowball whacking off my window on a dark rainy drive!
Me driving along, wide awake, in a consciously self-absorbed state of self analysis and awareness of the moment, turn to check the time on my phone- *!!!WHACK!!!!* *BLANK STARE*“that was a snowball” “on the window” “its not broken” “no big deal” *HERES WHERE MY BODY SLIGHTlY SITS MORE UP-RIGHT*, (a subtle physical reaction which would normally accompany a huge jump, rush of scared feelings, sweat and a rapid heartbeat and maybe some angry words about the SOB who threw the snowball* “whoa that was crazy” “I wasn’t scared at all” “hey that person should not have done that” MEEP-MEEP-MEEP! “hey, why did I meep the horn?” … “that person probably thinks I was meeping out of anger, giving that person a false sense of control, DAMNIT! Why did I meep the horn! I wasn’t angry, I was just sayingL HAY!” “oh well, I meeped the horn, that persons reaction is that persons reaction, im done reacting about it, let. It go…” (yes, I really do think like this.)
LONG SILENT PAUSE (that being about 7 seconds) “Hey. That was kinda cool. How I didn’t jump and get scared.”Though, maybe that means I was lost in thought?” “That it’s not that I'm “so awake”, it’s that im THAT unconscious!” “That, omg, I cant even react to a snowball hitting the window!” “OMG what is wrong with me!?!?”
*PAUSE* “oh, hey! I'm doing that thing again, that super ego crap! Guh!”
Then I continued my drive home.. (taking into account, everything I just wrote up there, ran through my mind in under 26 seconds).
FYI: it took me longer to write this post than it did for that entire situation to unfold!
i know for sure ppl can change...
im sitting here dipping spinach leaves in a tasty dressing and eating it with my 2 year old.
mmm we love this snack!
if someone had said to me 10 yrs ago that id be doing this right now, id think they were nuts!
back then, it was chips n dip, and candy and chocolate, and probably a smoke and a pepsi.
now its spinach n dip, and hummus and crackers, and nuts and a water..
times. dey sure have changed.
mmm we love this snack!
if someone had said to me 10 yrs ago that id be doing this right now, id think they were nuts!
back then, it was chips n dip, and candy and chocolate, and probably a smoke and a pepsi.
now its spinach n dip, and hummus and crackers, and nuts and a water..
times. dey sure have changed.
sometimes...
i can really hide out in my life so deeply...
that i can forget that theres other lives here to hide out with...
don't need to be so alone in it.
i used to think that.or well... maybe i never really thought about it at all.
that i can forget that theres other lives here to hide out with...
don't need to be so alone in it.
i used to think that.or well... maybe i never really thought about it at all.
simply loves my inner world...
i do. my inner world is a place full of love and hope and expectation of pure happiness for all!
now. if i could only get it more... outer.
...then more people could enjoy it.
and thats what livings all about.
enjoying it and other ppl.
now. if i could only get it more... outer.
...then more people could enjoy it.
and thats what livings all about.
enjoying it and other ppl.
a difference between 2 yr olds and 10 yr olds..
2 year olds take great pride and joy in helping with the laundry... the 10 year olds.. not so much.
some of the [many] favourite things of my day, so far:
*waking up
*knowing everyone in my family has woken up too
*driving in the snow and ice (yes, i like the challenge! (and im pretty sure the feeling of confidence in my newly developed skill of driving a standard (especially on snowy days!) will never wear off!)
*watching my kids and pets do the million and one things they do every day (old things and new!)
*watching the zeitgeist ending and posting it on facebook (sends such energy through me, i believe in ridding the monetary system!)
*writing a bit on a book im working on
*playing a level in mario wii with my 10 yr old
*playing the in snow at the kitchen table with my 2 yr old.
*spotting the newly hatched apple seedlings poking through the soil! yay apple trees!
*daddy coming home for lunch (for the yummy 9 bean curry soup we made yesterday.. mmm.)
*making a cardboard house for a little tiny unicorn named, lyberty.
*playing in the snow outside, during a snow storm.
*watching the kids make (and get covered in) goo!
*have the neighbours 2 kids over to play and for supper (tofu spaghetti, mm!)
*feeling the love i have for so many things in my life.
*and jot-noting this list in a blog has also been awesome! :)
*knowing everyone in my family has woken up too
*driving in the snow and ice (yes, i like the challenge! (and im pretty sure the feeling of confidence in my newly developed skill of driving a standard (especially on snowy days!) will never wear off!)
*watching my kids and pets do the million and one things they do every day (old things and new!)
*watching the zeitgeist ending and posting it on facebook (sends such energy through me, i believe in ridding the monetary system!)
*writing a bit on a book im working on
*playing a level in mario wii with my 10 yr old
*playing the in snow at the kitchen table with my 2 yr old.
*spotting the newly hatched apple seedlings poking through the soil! yay apple trees!
*daddy coming home for lunch (for the yummy 9 bean curry soup we made yesterday.. mmm.)
*making a cardboard house for a little tiny unicorn named, lyberty.
*playing in the snow outside, during a snow storm.
*watching the kids make (and get covered in) goo!
*have the neighbours 2 kids over to play and for supper (tofu spaghetti, mm!)
*feeling the love i have for so many things in my life.
*and jot-noting this list in a blog has also been awesome! :)
all in a [snow] days work...
facebook status:
(this mother of 2) is... spending this snow day taking part in a revolution, playing mario wii, removing stickers in a sticker book, eating fruit and homemade soup, and writing a book.
i <3 snow days with my kiddos.
(this mother of 2) is... spending this snow day taking part in a revolution, playing mario wii, removing stickers in a sticker book, eating fruit and homemade soup, and writing a book.
i <3 snow days with my kiddos.
one of the most annoying things about a 2 yr old?
their fascination with dipping cookies in tea combined with there underdeveloped knowledge of basic physics ... in other words, they dont realize over-dipping leads to tea-soaked chunks of cookie falling all over the place.. so yeah the over-dipping is slightly annoying. with pieces falling into the tea, onto the table, over the floor, and into the socks...
but the time spent together is beautiful!
but the time spent together is beautiful!
the end scene of the zeitgeist film...
...brought tears to my face and energy through my heart (no joke! it was phenomenal!) if you dont watch anything else from the zeitgeist film, i ask you to, at least, watch this part. ♥ )
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qqN6sy7xWjw
After u watch that (it's about 8 mins), start the zeisgeist films in order if you'd like. The 1st one is 'the movie' the 2nd one is addendum the 3rd (and my fave of all 3) is moving forward. Watch them all on youtube. Amazing! It feels so much like a business plan-without the money!! a global plan that will bring us all so much freedom and joy. Everday ppl could do the things theyd do if they "had the day off"! I think this could be a beautiful new world ;) and don't care how utopian that sounds ;)
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qqN6sy7xWjw
After u watch that (it's about 8 mins), start the zeisgeist films in order if you'd like. The 1st one is 'the movie' the 2nd one is addendum the 3rd (and my fave of all 3) is moving forward. Watch them all on youtube. Amazing! It feels so much like a business plan-without the money!! a global plan that will bring us all so much freedom and joy. Everday ppl could do the things theyd do if they "had the day off"! I think this could be a beautiful new world ;) and don't care how utopian that sounds ;)
playing in the snow (and eating it!) at the kitchen table...
because somedays... it's just too cold to play outside...
a favourite valentines quote from a facebooker:
"...remember the most imp person on your list is YOU!!! "Self-Love isn't selfish, the lack of self-love is self-neglect!!!"..."
beautiful!
beautiful!
William Shakespeare - To be, or not to be (from Hamlet 3/1)
(i didnt understand a word of this in high school lol, took quite a few years to grasp any sort of understanding.)
To be, or not to be: that is the question: Whether 'tis nobler in the mind to suffer The slings and arrows of outrageous fortune, Or to take arms against a sea of troubles, And by opposing end them? To die: to sleep; No more; and by a sleep to say we end The heart-ache and the thousand natural shocks That flesh is heir to, 'tis a consummation Devoutly to be wish'd. To die, to sleep; To sleep: perchance to dream: ay, there's the rub; For in that sleep of death what dreams may come When we have shuffled off this mortal coil, Must give us pause: there's the respect That makes calamity of so long life; For who would bear the whips and scorns of time, The oppressor's wrong, the proud man's contumely, The pangs of despised love, the law's delay, The insolence of office and the spurns That patient merit of the unworthy takes, When he himself might his quietus make With a bare bodkin? who would fardels bear, To grunt and sweat under a weary life, But that the dread of something after death, The undiscover'd country from whose bourn No traveller returns, puzzles the will And makes us rather bear those ills we have Than fly to others that we know not of? Thus conscience does make cowards of us all; And thus the native hue of resolution Is sicklied o'er with the pale cast of thought, And enterprises of great pith and moment With this regard their currents turn awry, And lose the name of action. - Soft you now! The fair Ophelia! Nymph, in thy orisons Be all my sins remember'd.
To be, or not to be: that is the question: Whether 'tis nobler in the mind to suffer The slings and arrows of outrageous fortune, Or to take arms against a sea of troubles, And by opposing end them? To die: to sleep; No more; and by a sleep to say we end The heart-ache and the thousand natural shocks That flesh is heir to, 'tis a consummation Devoutly to be wish'd. To die, to sleep; To sleep: perchance to dream: ay, there's the rub; For in that sleep of death what dreams may come When we have shuffled off this mortal coil, Must give us pause: there's the respect That makes calamity of so long life; For who would bear the whips and scorns of time, The oppressor's wrong, the proud man's contumely, The pangs of despised love, the law's delay, The insolence of office and the spurns That patient merit of the unworthy takes, When he himself might his quietus make With a bare bodkin? who would fardels bear, To grunt and sweat under a weary life, But that the dread of something after death, The undiscover'd country from whose bourn No traveller returns, puzzles the will And makes us rather bear those ills we have Than fly to others that we know not of? Thus conscience does make cowards of us all; And thus the native hue of resolution Is sicklied o'er with the pale cast of thought, And enterprises of great pith and moment With this regard their currents turn awry, And lose the name of action. - Soft you now! The fair Ophelia! Nymph, in thy orisons Be all my sins remember'd.
to think or not to think...that, is the question, or not.
I think some people were born to be consciously rebellious and thirst for better ways, for evolution. These types of people typically question the standard, the norm, the masses form of existing (for example: the celebrations and occasions that their culture (and/or other cultures) practice).
These people typically seek more utopian ways of living and evolving. Questioning everything they come in experience with. Asking Why about most everything. Posing new thought and pondering new ideas, that may aid in the evolutionary process (of themselves and society).
All the while, assigning conscious reasoning to previous circumstances and happenings, in order to clear and release those patterns in the brain and spirit.
There's a lot of thinking going on in these types of people, but that’s what calms, enlightens and excites them.
Tho, not everyone thinks like that, and that's ok, too. A lot of people live with how things are, not questioning anything; taking things are they are presented, with no conscious thought of Why, no conscious contemplation whatsoever. These types of people were born for that reason, too. (Perhaps?)
Most of those people are content in their lives (and thoughts) and the lives (and thoughts) of everyone around them, no matter the disposition of the people.
Good, bad, rich, poor, happy, depressed.
There are subgroups of this: for example: those who practice non-judgment towards differing dispositions, and those who hold judgment towards differing dispositions. (I’m sure if I thought harder and longer I could think of more subgroups— but not right now.)
So, does conscious thought evolve on its own, without any thinking put into it? Or do we need people who are willing to dedicate to their thinking in order to evolve?
Wouldn’t personal evolutions in thought- create evolution of thought, as a whole?
Why? Or Why not?
These people typically seek more utopian ways of living and evolving. Questioning everything they come in experience with. Asking Why about most everything. Posing new thought and pondering new ideas, that may aid in the evolutionary process (of themselves and society).
All the while, assigning conscious reasoning to previous circumstances and happenings, in order to clear and release those patterns in the brain and spirit.
There's a lot of thinking going on in these types of people, but that’s what calms, enlightens and excites them.
Tho, not everyone thinks like that, and that's ok, too. A lot of people live with how things are, not questioning anything; taking things are they are presented, with no conscious thought of Why, no conscious contemplation whatsoever. These types of people were born for that reason, too. (Perhaps?)
Most of those people are content in their lives (and thoughts) and the lives (and thoughts) of everyone around them, no matter the disposition of the people.
Good, bad, rich, poor, happy, depressed.
There are subgroups of this: for example: those who practice non-judgment towards differing dispositions, and those who hold judgment towards differing dispositions. (I’m sure if I thought harder and longer I could think of more subgroups— but not right now.)
So, does conscious thought evolve on its own, without any thinking put into it? Or do we need people who are willing to dedicate to their thinking in order to evolve?
Wouldn’t personal evolutions in thought- create evolution of thought, as a whole?
Why? Or Why not?
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