(If you want to skip ahead to the recipe and not read into all the reasons that I hoard bananas, just click here!)
I’ve got a funny little quirk. I love bananas. I buy big bunches of them (the organic kind) whenever I’m shopping. And I snarf them all up as I go through the week — except — except the last one!
That last banana — oh how sad! I leave it in the fruit bowl. I don’t eat it. I wait. It’s the last one so I save it until it can hardly be called a banana anymore! Poor thing.
I’m not really sure. Sometimes you leave the last bite of something out of a social sense of sharing. But I’m really the only one in my house that eats them. Maybe I’m using it as a sad and sagging little reminder that I need to go shopping for groceries soon. Or maybe I’m saving it for a ‘rainy day’ when I need a little banana to nourish me.
Well, you may now be thinking ‘Why is she talking to me about bananas?’ And really, this little quirky story isn’t really about bananas at all (though I think they’re great).
No. Its really about waiting for something really really good. Something you’ve always wanted, something you’ve been waiting for & saving for & planning on.
And yet, the expiration date comes and goes. And you’re still waiting to start.
Hanging on to perishable things. That’s really what it’s about. That little wise banana sitting in my fruit bowl is a great teacher about the power of now. It’s not going to hold onto its ripeness for me. It’s following its nature.
“So often we become so focused on the finish line, that we fail to enjoy the journey.” –Dieter F. Uchtdorf
This has been coming up for me a lot lately.
In a world where we’re always striving to be someone or get somewhere, when I take a moment to appreciate my surroundings, and notice all my senses — how I’m feeling, what thoughts are swirling around me, and whether they’re serving me or not — I can consciously make a choice to react differently, because I care how I feel in this moment.
looking in your eyes
I fully see the person you once were and the person you are now.
The full weight of all the changes you have made are fully visible to me now.
I see how hard you have worked. I see how hard you have cried. I see the anger and fear and loss that have been fully digested and transcended.
Your shiny new self did not arrive here without some bumps and bruises along the way. Some of those, sometimes most of those, self-inflicted.
Forgive yourself of the struggle. Allow yourself to stretch into who you now are.
You stand before me all together new. No longer needing the struggle to make yourself matter. No longer needing restraint of any kind.
You are launched, fledged, metamorphosed. You, but more YOU.
Oh the good! The tremendous change! The ripple! The tide of others now changing because they see the courage of YOU. Your courage to break it all down, breakdown, and bit by bit, arrive new.
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.
In this phenomenal video, Amy Cuddy explains so well why it is important to be aware of your body as you endeavour to change your life. Just two minutes in a power pose can change everything in your body-mind!
Changing how you hold your body will boost confidence and unlock your best performance.
Spring. It has filled me with a tremendous patience. Watching the new buds turn into small leaves, I am reminded if the power of focusing on tiny changes. Those tiny green leaves are the result of months and years of preparation.
It can be deceiving, when we are in the midst of big changes, to lose track of how far we have come and how much we have changed. A Reiki student of mine noted, “I’m looking forward to meeting the five people who finish this class”. The powerful changes happened daily, minute by minute.
Sometimes I wonder if it is only our focus on the present moment, and making the present moment the best we can, that causes real change.
Take this moment now, as you read this, and make one tiny shift. Take a breath in and out. There. You just changed.
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.