Just for today, I will be grateful.
I can’t commit to being happy all the time, but I can commit to being grateful, one day at a time. In fact, it is my daily commitment to gratitude that keeps me going. Giving thanks has been part of my life for as long as I can remember; prayers at meals and bedtime, and going around the table at Thanksgiving to say out loud, in front of everyone, what I am grateful for have become rituals that I enjoy. Every time I sit down to write a birthday card I end up expressing gratitude for the qualities in that person that touch my life. Another gratitude practice of mine is when I’m feeling frazzled or anxious, I get out my journal and write out pages of things I’m grateful for, to bring me back to a place of calm and appreciation. At the end of the day, I am most grateful for my family and my health, and all my other worries seem small.
So if you have walked into a bookstore lately, you probably have seen the **awesome!! happy clap!** display of adult colouring books. Yes, that is right! Permission to colour!!
I spent many hours this summer swooning over the pages of the mandala colouring book I have. Besides being super fun, it struck me that there is so much more going on when we put pen to paper. It is the essence of creation.
So. It is summer. All I want to do is … Nothing.
I’ve been struggling with my to-do list, which is lengthy, and just really not feeling it. I don’t want to ‘To-Do’. I don’t want to do anything.
I want to goof off and play hooky. I want to nerd out on my phone for hours. And when I get tired of that. I want to watch Friends. All of them. I want to fill my mind with cotton candy fluff. I want to doodle and read Facebook.
The struggle is that there are many things, productive-mind-vegetable-type-things, that I really want and need to get done this summer. So, in the midst of all that struggling to be productive, but really not, I called a dear friend.
“Maybe you could just do nothing really well for a week. Give yourself permission to rest. Just goof off, if that is what you want to do.”
So. I gave myself permission to do nothing this week and here I am – productive.
I’m here to say that if you are struggling with procrastination and To-Do-ing, try doing nothing.
No. Really. Try it!
It is wonderful.
Doing nothing is freeing. AND it is wildly productive.
Without trying. Without pressure.
I’m just doing the stuff I like. The stuff I enjoy. The stuff that is beneficial to me and my family. It is easy. I’m being easy in myself and energy has become available for things without trying or forcing.
Now, everytime I do something productive I feel like I am really bad at this doing-nothing thing. I thought with my procrastination skills that I would be way better at it than this.
The truth is, often when we feel pressured we don’t even know what actually needs to be on our list. What we really need is rest, play, cotton candy fluff. That rarely makes the list, but it is tremendously important.
If you are living a creative life, rest and goofing off are important. They are vital to fresh ideas and much needed perspective.
It is the cross-pollenization that is necessary to generate new ideas. We need that restorative break. Regularly. We need the cycle of rest and activity to be truly productive and creative.
So, run an experiment. Goof off this week and see what you get done! ?
Meet your creative mentor and deeply access your creative and courageous potential in this guided meditation by Geneva Robins. If you have had any problems with creative blocks lately, this meditation will set you free and back on the creative train.
I’ve been using this meditation in my classes for a while now with great success. I originally wrote it so I could move through some creative blocks I was experiencing. It worked!
You can deepen your practice by spending a few minutes free-writing at the end of the meditation. Just allow you pen to sail across the page, no scribbling, no pausing, just writing.
I would love to hear about your experiences! Let me know how it goes for you!
Brené Brown is just friggen awesome. Every single time I watch this video I get chills. There is just no substitute for brilliance like this.
“Shame drives two big tapes: “Never good enough”; and if you can talk it out of that one, “Who do you think you are?” – Brené Brown
Shame is, as Brené says, a statement that says “I am bad”. It is different from guilt which is a break in our own moral rules, which says “I have done something bad.”
In just a few minutes, Reiki can change everything. Shifting longstanding patterns and leaving behind peace and possibility.
Yesterday, I was stuck, not quite writing, not quite stopped. Today, I freely pick up the task of putting words down, editing, honing. The work may be a challenge, but getting there is easy. What used to be difficult now just flows.
I love the beautiful simplicity. It is so powerful, so gentle, so simple. So much can change for the better in just a few minutes of Reiki.
I love my bike. Um… Bicycle for you motorcycle enthusiasts… I love my bicycle.
I love the simple process of spinning the cranks and the glide of the tires. I love the balance, the repetition, the wind. I love the forward momentum generated by my own efforts. I love that the goal of every trip is to return home.
That simplicity and ease became my intention for my last Reiki session with a few of my graduated master students.
I am in the process of finishing my book and I have been experiencing perfectionism rise up and derail my progress. I used Reiki to begin the process of shifting that unproductive pattern. And every Reiki session starts with a positively worded intention.
What if… What if writing the remainder of the book could be as easy as riding my beloved bicycle?
Can it really be that simple?
I believe so.
Reiki is amazing. It shifts and transforms the underlying patterns. Old memories and past hurts are just gently released and then filled with light.
I feel calm. I feel peaceful. I feel ready to make some mistakes. I am prepared to publish my imperfect book, to create something that can help people.
I am ready.
Ready to do the work. Ride through all the gears. Patiently crank through the pages. Ride up the long, slow hill of editing. All just to complete the book only I can write.
What if it could all be that simple?
Just show up. Just push off of your support base. Lift up and get down to business. Find your rhythm. Balance. See new sights. Take pleasure in the experience. And return again and again to your home, altered, better, happier. Just gliding through life, free to be real, honest, and vulnerable.
It is so.
When we begin any project there often is a big rush of energy. Inspiration. Everything is easy. It all just flows. If we are really lucky we can ride that wave of energy right to the finish.
But far more often inspiration follows its true wave-like nature and we are left in the middle of those peak moments with only our commitment to carry us through.
There are moments in any endeavour where we might have to dig deep and draw on resources that we didn’t know we had. These slow and sluggish and plodding days are often resisted, but they really are the place where we are gathering momentum for the next wave of inspiration.
Creativity flows in cycles, like the moon or the tides. We trust that both will return, again and again. Building that trust in the creative and inspirational cycle is often the tiny thought that can get you through the doldrums.
Creativity cannot be blocked any more than the ocean can. All that goodness is still there, just waiting for you to be ready.
Prepare for amazing when you are bored. Prepare for boring when you are amazed. Embrace both and you give up the struggle. Just fall into the sweetness of life and ride the waves for the thrill of it.
Creativity is a right, a need, a responsibility, a deep pull from the centre, a dancing urge, a brand new pen, a colouring book, an Etch-a-Sketch, a silent space, a priority, a ball of yarn, a tune, six strings, a bunch of playdoh, a bead, a button, a baby, a piece of smooth white paper that craves a palm’s touch, a brand new computer freshly plucked from foam, a long line curve of a rocky beach enjoyed in blissful solitude, a first morning sip of coffee, a rhythm tapped out by raindrops, a returning, again, again, again, again, just once more, to the table, the mat, the page.
I love writing.
There was a time when that statement was definitely not true for me. In high school, I did well in my English classes, but I never read a novel that moved me or understood poetry. Fiction and creativity was a hurdle, a puzzle to unravel to get an A.
I took a career path that led me through writing from the logical and linear trajectory of a scientist. Writing in that capacity is all about sequence, structure and flow. The main goal is to not lose the reader through the thorny path of data and theory, so they emerge on the otherside knowing what you really needed them to remember.
I learned the craft of writing in the most unromantic way possible, writing, rewriting, editing, re-editing technical documents until the rhythm of grammar stuck in my head. A methodical tap, tap, tapping that would let me know if there was a piece of my paragraph that was out of tune.
My writing might have stayed in the realm of technical literature if it wasn’t for a series of profound spiritual experiences that were intense and magical beyond my capacity to explain them. And I didn’t just want to explain them, I wanted to share them. I wanted to express the depth and texture and richness of my experience so that other people would feel what they were like.
For me, as soon as I started to write a feeling, I started writing poetry. What is more, I started to understand poetry. Understanding poetry was something that I thought I was incapable of before I tried writing it.
From early dabbling in poetry, to novel writing and blogging, my writing has expanded tremendously. Writing started as a way to share experience, but now it has become the experience.
I am happy to return to blogging daily. The commitment to post something daily has coaxed many great pieces of writing from me. Now, I feel I have somehow shifted away from the inner critic that says ‘you have nothing to say’, to the abundant muse, constantly whispering ideas in my ear. It is delicious.