I took this picture yesterday at the Lehigh River. This first stack of Zen Rocks I ever made was a therapeutic moment in my life. It took only minutes, but I learned a lot.
One, even though there was activity all around me (people conversing, kids playing in the river, my husband talking nearby as he did his own thing) I remained intently focused on my task at hand. Once I finished my zen rocks and sat quietly for a few minutes, I readjusted to the reality around me, pulled out my cellphone and snapped this picture.
There were other zen rocks around me that I appreciated and nodded at as I walked the brief shoreline of the river. There were so many people sitting in chairs in the river, splashing about and sitting on towels in the dirt eating lunch. The energy was incredible and I inhaled all that energy in the oxygen around me, paused, then exhaled every tense fiber of my being. It was in that moment, I finally learned what it meant to JUST BE.
My husband and I did other things that day, too. We walked on the Appalachian Trail briefly yesterday and realized a few things: one, the trail is no joke (we would watch a documentary later that night about the AT and find out we did alright considering the Pennsylvania terrain). Number two, if you really want to do something, you just have to freaking do it.
What am I sitting around waiting for? All these wasted days of worry and fretting over shit that either hasn’t happened yet or has happened and I can’t change does me no good. After we got home yesterday, we took quick little power naps, made coffee, had some burgers and dogs, watched fireworks and then put on a documentary about the AT and were so inspired by these people who left their daily lives to just go BE. These people who I am sure had jobs, ideas – life in some town somewhere in the world – gave most of it or even all of it up to go live on the AT and hike (mostly by foot) from Georgia to Maine or Maine to Georgia.
This morning, I awoke to the sun beaming through my bedroom window and as I did my normal morning routine, felt more peaceful than I ever did before. I did my morning meditation with more conviction, I journaled, I got my coffee, watched the weather, then left for work after I kissed my husband ‘see you later.’
I just feel different today; I feel more hopeful. I have direction and plan on using it to steer me exactly where I want to be.
Good morning, everyone. How are things going for you? Happy Summer Solstice. Daylight has been creeping in each day and now it will be with us for the longest time of the year on this day. Hopefully, you find yourself outdoors on this fine day no matter the weather. Nature makes everything better.
I am halfway through my final edits on Consequences. I even have a book cover! Check it out:
I am so excited! I have picked this cover to have my bases covered… I am opting to traditionally publish my book, although these days it is harder moreso than it used to be. I won’t give up! 🙂
In other news, I am practicing mindfulness and also NOT watching the news or anything like it. I wish everyone knew what all this negative bullshit does to the mind, body, and soul. Unless you have the means and are actually going to do something about it, there is no point in getting all worked up and shitty over something. Also, the media has a great track record of blowing things out of proportion with fear mongering. Stop falling for it. I have limited my Social Media use. After my stomach being in knots yesterday, I decided news pages, tv news and any kind of news is bad for me. I cannot contribute to my life or mother earth if I am in a poor state of mind. In essence, the only thing I can control is me. I mean, how many times have you ever changed someone’s mind by incessant nagging, really.
So, I am on a quest for self-absolution and inner zen. I did great this morning with a ‘mindful driving meditation.’ The trick is not so much to be happy all the time but to just be, period. Happiness is awesome, yes. But to just be and settle down into calm is the key. I need to stay in the mellow to happy zone and stay clear of anything on the backside of the middle. These days that can be difficult! But, I really want this. Each day I get a little closer to where I want to be by appreciating where I am in the moment. That’s the trick I heard. In order to get closer to the things we want, we have to be grateful for what we have, and I truly am. I meditate each morning and make a list of all the things I am grateful for. It sets my mood each time…
Have an awesome first day of summer! Blessed be. ❤
Retrospective is the final prompt which apparently at one time was afterthought if you look at the link, but oh well. I am going to miss the Daily Prompt not only because sometimes I am at a loss for ideas on what to write about, but because I met so many cool people, found some cool blogs and gained a shit ton of followers. I noticed, too, that when I don’t link to an outside source my blog gets way fewer hits.
Most of the blogs I follow are in the reader, which I love. I can go to the reader and find my favorite followed blogs and also put in certain words for new blogs to follow. For example, if I type in the word retrospective, I might find some great blogs I normally would never find. Or maybe I type the word river, or just click on any one of the different keywords in my follower to see who has what to write today. Some of my keywords are related to mental health because I love to read about people overcoming obstacles.
So, this is our last shot at going to one page to find our friends or blogs we love to see in that gaggle of squares on The Daily Post page. I will keep looking for a similar format to join without having to join anything… that was kind of the beauty of this. There was no pressure… no email, or reminder. If I wanted to go to the page and write about the prompt, I could. I didn’t have to do anything. All I needed was a WordPress blog and to link back to the page.
Let’s not be strangers… get on WordPress, go to that followed blogs page and see all the wonder bestowed upon you. Click on some random keywords and find something worth reading… maybe you’ll find a new daily prompt. I know I’ll be looking.
There was this road; this cracked, steamy, dilapidated road I heard about in a bar twenty miles outside of the small town of Centralia, PA. The gentleman (I use that term loosely) who spoke of the road was so inebriated, I could scarcely tell if it was a whacked out story handed down through generations or if there was truth to the tale.
But I had to know. That was my nature. I had to get to the bottom of everything. So, like a snake slithering back into the trees, I slipped out of the bar and headed for Centralia. I drove around that bright, sunny Sunday afternoon and finally saw the sign:
CENTRALIA – 2 MILES
Yes! I overheard the road was closed. And why wouldn’t it be? Apparently, it was in no condition to handle any kind of traffic. There were cracks and graffiti; steam and overgrown weeds. I came around a bend and I saw the cemetery on Highway 61 that was mentioned. It was old Highway 61 I was searching for and it shot right off of new Highway 61.
I made it! I could go back to the city and tell everyone about the broken road I had stumbled upon. Well, I could have. I failed to heed any advice in the tale. Like a fool, I traveled the road by auto instead of by foot.
There was a large crack in the road, I hadn’t noticed it really if you could believe that. I was too busy gazing at all the profane graffiti on the sun-baked asphalt while catching glimpses of steam shooting out from cracks far down the broken road.
I navigated a large crater, and without a rumble, the ground opened wide and swallowed me whole. It was almost as if the broken road had been waiting to feast on something to quell its burning innards.