Hello, it's my first time posting here. I wrote and edited a blog for January, accompanied by one of my paintings. Comments are always welcome here or over on my FB page.
Untitled mixed media on raw canvas
For those of us in the Northern part of the Northern Hemisphere, we are in the long season of winter, with shorter days and longer nights. This is the season that offers us the opportunity for deep and nourishing rest, and we can begin by going in gently.
Delicious naps, hearty soups, fireside reading, friends for tea. Sounds so good, right? But this is not how we are encouraged to be in our culture. We are encouraged to Make Resolutions and to ‘come out of the starting gate on January 1st’ with new and bigger lives and audacious kick-ass goals.
What if instead, we consider the time after the winter solstice as a quiet deepening time, a time to listen closely for our dreams and desires to make themselves known, a time to gently nourish our soul so we can enliven our spirit? What if we eased into January the way one might ease into a warm bath, taking our time to enjoy the process of entering. So much better, no?
I’ve had to learn this lesson the hard way, literally.
One New Year’s day, I fell through the basement trap door. A shocking way to enter the New Year…Thankfully, I didn’t break.
On another New Year’s day, I inadvertenly went into a state of toxic ketosis and landed myself in the emergency room, another shocking way to enter the New Year. Thankfully, my systems didn’t shut down completely and I’m still here.
It was that year when I had no choice but to ease gradually into January as my body recovered, that I learned a few things.
And you know what happened when I didn’t commit to Big Things at the beginning of January?
Nothing. Terrible. Happened.
The world did not come crashing down. (I worried about it, though, because…Goals! Outcomes! Resolutions! (Even though I stopped New Year’s Resolutions 20 years ago.) And this one: I will be forever behind if I’m not ready to go on January 1st. with big goals and big plans out of the starting gate!
Instead, what happened was that there was space for new insights to find their way to me, along with the seeds of new ideas . And as gently began to follow them, it led to the creation of The Radiance Way, a curriculum that was created through me as a pathway for all of us to embody our unique exquisiteness.
What I learned by going gently into January is that it takes the pressure off of this one moment in time to make big changes and big declarations and instead allow for life to more organically unfold. I learned to allow space for silence, contemplation and rest that will serve me through the seasons of growth and expansion to come. It gives me time to re-orient, to learn to be in the liminal space, to befriend the quiet.
So once again, I am going gently into January, following the natural rhythm of the season, incubating and hibernating in a way that supports my system to tune into a natural state of ebbs and flows. There is a time and a season for all things, and this season is for listening.
Hello, it's my first time posting here. I wrote and edited a blog for January, accompanied by one of my paintings. Comments are always welcome here or over on my FB page.
Untitled mixed media on raw canvas
For those of us in the Northern part of the Northern Hemisphere, we are in the long season of winter, with shorter days and longer nights. This is the season that offers us the opportunity for deep and nourishing rest, and we can begin by going in gentl…
Hello, it's my first time posting here. I wrote and edited a blog for January, accompanied by one of my paintings. Comments are always welcome here or over on my FB page.
Untitled mixed media on raw canvas
For those of us in the Northern part of the Northern Hemisphere, we are in the long season of winter, with shorter days and longer nights. This is the season that offers us the opportunity for deep and nourishing rest, and we can begin by going in gently.
Delicious naps, hearty soups, fireside reading, friends for tea. Sounds so good, right? But this is not how we are encouraged to be in our culture. We are encouraged to Make Resolutions and to ‘come out of the starting gate on January 1st’ with new and bigger lives and audacious kick-ass goals.
What if instead, we consider the time after the winter solstice as a quiet deepening time, a time to listen closely for our dreams and desires to make themselves known, a time to gently nourish our soul so we can enliven our spirit? What if we eased into January the way one might ease into a warm bath, taking our time to enjoy the process of entering. So much better, no?
I’ve had to learn this lesson the hard way, literally.
One New Year’s day, I fell through the basement trap door. A shocking way to enter the New Year…Thankfully, I didn’t break.
On another New Year’s day, I inadvertenly went into a state of toxic ketosis and landed myself in the emergency room, another shocking way to enter the New Year. Thankfully, my systems didn’t shut down completely and I’m still here.
It was that year when I had no choice but to ease gradually into January as my body recovered, that I learned a few things.
And you know what happened when I didn’t commit to Big Things at the beginning of January?
Nothing. Terrible. Happened.
The world did not come crashing down. (I worried about it, though, because…Goals! Outcomes! Resolutions! (Even though I stopped New Year’s Resolutions 20 years ago.) And this one: I will be forever behind if I’m not ready to go on January 1st. with big goals and big plans out of the starting gate!
Instead, what happened was that there was space for new insights to find their way to me, along with the seeds of new ideas . And as gently began to follow them, it led to the creation of The Radiance Way, a curriculum that was created through me as a pathway for all of us to embody our unique exquisiteness.
What I learned by going gently into January is that it takes the pressure off of this one moment in time to make big changes and big declarations and instead allow for life to more organically unfold. I learned to allow space for silence, contemplation and rest that will serve me through the seasons of growth and expansion to come. It gives me time to re-orient, to learn to be in the liminal space, to befriend the quiet.
So once again, I am going gently into January, following the natural rhythm of the season, incubating and hibernating in a way that supports my system to tune into a natural state of ebbs and flows. There is a time and a season for all things, and this season is for listening.
Thank you for this -- I really appreciate your message about paying attention to natural rhythms (both inner and outer) and flowing with the season. Also, I love your painting! It reflects what I'm experiencing in Northern California after all the rains -- so cold, but also lush and green.
This is the draft beginning of a longer blog post -- title TBD. //kms
The group was full of bikers in black hoodies. Heavily tattooed, they arrived amidst raucous rumbles and clouds of laughter-infused cigarette smoke. One of them called me “Ripley” and it stuck, much to my secret delight.
A budding student of Zen Buddhism, I had recently shaved my head in an earnest ritual of embracing change. I wasn’t entering the monastery, but I was letting go of my old life, my old ways. There would be no more drinking, no more drugs. I called it the ultimate breakup haircut.
As part of my plan, I started attending weekly meetings of this group. I chose it simply because it was near where I lived and at a convenient time (in the middle of the evening, right when I would usually have been weaving my way to lights out with a bottle and a bong). Instead of a night of wine and weed alone in my room, I walked a few blocks to make coffee for my new biker friends, one of whom, according to the contact card he gave me, went by JTS*
Given that it was a couple of decades ago and I was short a few brain cells at the time, my memories of JTS are a bit hazy. But he and his girlfriend were regulars at this group and when we sat around the table together there was no-bullshit honesty, simple-yet-profound wisdom, and a vast open-hearted generosity I never would’ve imagined from a crowd like this.
*Name withheld for privacy
This is the draft beginning of a longer blog post -- title TBD. //kms
The group was full of bikers in black hoodies. Heavily tattooed, they arrived amidst raucous rumbles and clouds of laughter-infused cigarette smoke. One of them called me “Ripley” and it stuck, much to my secret delight.
A budding student of Zen Buddhism, I had recently shaved my head in an earnest ritual of embracing change. I wasn’t entering the monastery, but I was letting go of my old life, my old ways. There would be…
This is the draft beginning of a longer blog post -- title TBD. //kms
The group was full of bikers in black hoodies. Heavily tattooed, they arrived amidst raucous rumbles and clouds of laughter-infused cigarette smoke. One of them called me “Ripley” and it stuck, much to my secret delight.
A budding student of Zen Buddhism, I had recently shaved my head in an earnest ritual of embracing change. I wasn’t entering the monastery, but I was letting go of my old life, my old ways. There would be no more drinking, no more drugs. I called it the ultimate breakup haircut.
As part of my plan, I started attending weekly meetings of this group. I chose it simply because it was near where I lived and at a convenient time (in the middle of the evening, right when I would usually have been weaving my way to lights out with a bottle and a bong). Instead of a night of wine and weed alone in my room, I walked a few blocks to make coffee for my new biker friends, one of whom, according to the contact card he gave me, went by JTS*
Given that it was a couple of decades ago and I was short a few brain cells at the time, my memories of JTS are a bit hazy. But he and his girlfriend were regulars at this group and when we sat around the table together there was no-bullshit honesty, simple-yet-profound wisdom, and a vast open-hearted generosity I never would’ve imagined from a crowd like this.
While making a late dinner the other night, I heard strange sounds from across our driveway. Soon I received a text from our neighbor: the ornamental plum tree had fallen, likely due to existing wood rot exacerbated by several weeks of rain here in Northern California. We estimate she was ~80 years old.
No humans were harmed when she fell, but we are shocked and sad to see her go. Here's a little farewell I wrote for her, to be read when we gather with neighbors to pay our respects and send her on her way.
—
When we speak to the spirit of a tree, we also speak to the Element of Wood, which is itself just one of the many expressions of Infinite Creativity surrounding us at all times.
In Traditional Chinese Medicine, the Wood element represents the flowing energy of spring – resilience, perseverance, and growth; as well as optimism, patience and kindness.
We offer our sincere appreciation to this venerable Plum Tree for gracing us with her presence all these years:
Thank you for your lovely little blossoms, so delicate and pretty each spring;
Thank you for your deeply colored leaves, dappling the light in this shared courtyard and providing pleasant shade for gatherings of family, friends, and neighbors;
Thank you for all that you offered this place in the decades before we knew you;
And thank you for all you will now become– whatever new form you take, may it be of great benefit to others
Your absence is deeply felt and your gifts will be long remembered and spoken of by all who received them.
As we go forth in gratitude for the strength and fragility of trees, may the seeds of balance, harmony, patience and kindness, flower and bear fruit throughout the universe.
While making a late dinner the other night, I heard strange sounds from across our driveway. Soon I received a text from our neighbor: the ornamental plum tree had fallen, likely due to existing wood rot exacerbated by several weeks of rain here in Northern California. We estimate she was ~80 years old.
No humans were harmed when she fell, but we are shocked and sad to see her go. Here's a little farewell I wrote for her, to be read when we gather with neighbors to pay our respects and send h…
While making a late dinner the other night, I heard strange sounds from across our driveway. Soon I received a text from our neighbor: the ornamental plum tree had fallen, likely due to existing wood rot exacerbated by several weeks of rain here in Northern California. We estimate she was ~80 years old.
No humans were harmed when she fell, but we are shocked and sad to see her go. Here's a little farewell I wrote for her, to be read when we gather with neighbors to pay our respects and send her on her way.
—
When we speak to the spirit of a tree, we also speak to the Element of Wood, which is itself just one of the many expressions of Infinite Creativity surrounding us at all times.
In Traditional Chinese Medicine, the Wood element represents the flowing energy of spring – resilience, perseverance, and growth; as well as optimism, patience and kindness.
We offer our sincere appreciation to this venerable Plum Tree for gracing us with her presence all these years:
Thank you for your lovely little blossoms, so delicate and pretty each spring;
Thank you for your deeply colored leaves, dappling the light in this shared courtyard and providing pleasant shade for gatherings of family, friends, and neighbors;
Thank you for all that you offered this place in the decades before we knew you;
And thank you for all you will now become– whatever new form you take, may it be of great benefit to others
Your absence is deeply felt and your gifts will be long remembered and spoken of by all who received them.
As we go forth in gratitude for the strength and fragility of trees, may the seeds of balance, harmony, patience and kindness, flower and bear fruit throughout the universe.
"Easy is right. Begin right And you are easy. Continue easy and you are right. The right way to go easy Is to forget the right way And forget that the going is easy."
Earlier in the week, I was doing a "Ten-minute Tidy" on my inbox and came across this quote I used to carry with me years ago. It gave me a smile, not only to remember who and how I was when I first encountered it, but to recognize how applicable it is today and what a gift that it resurfaced when it did.
Has year-end clutter piled up? Are you dwarfed by Laundry Mountain, awash in the not-dones? Have the tickyboxes of To-dos proliferated unchecked?
Please, pause and take a breath. How do you feel in this moment?
If you are troubled, may you find ease – some small way to relax into things just as they are – and simply observe the perfectly imperfect, perpetually incomplete nature of life itself.
May you have the focus you need to tend to just what needs tending in this moment; Left foot, right foot, breathe… Repeat.
"Easy is right. Begin right And you are easy. Continue easy and you are right. The right way to go easy Is to forget the right way And forget that the going is easy."
Earlier in the week, I was doing a "Ten-minute Tidy" on my inbox and came across this quote I used to carry with me years ago. It gave me a smile, not only to remember who and how I was when I first encountered it, but to recognize how applicable it is today and what a gift that it resurfac…
"Easy is right. Begin right And you are easy. Continue easy and you are right. The right way to go easy Is to forget the right way And forget that the going is easy."
Earlier in the week, I was doing a "Ten-minute Tidy" on my inbox and came across this quote I used to carry with me years ago. It gave me a smile, not only to remember who and how I was when I first encountered it, but to recognize how applicable it is today and what a gift that it resurfaced when it did.
Has year-end clutter piled up? Are you dwarfed by Laundry Mountain, awash in the not-dones? Have the tickyboxes of To-dos proliferated unchecked?
Please, pause and take a breath. How do you feel in this moment?
If you are troubled, may you find ease – some small way to relax into things just as they are – and simply observe the perfectly imperfect, perpetually incomplete nature of life itself.
May you have the focus you need to tend to just what needs tending in this moment; Left foot, right foot, breathe… Repeat.
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