I know it’s been a while since I’ve written here. Being “retired” from the old job and creating my own schedule opens doors to an abundance of opportunities. Home improvements, family needs, requests from friends and acquaintances, volunteering, and life tend to push”Loving Me, Too” to the back burner where my painting muse is hollering for attention. But all the while, I’ve been thinking about writing here and learning more about loving me, too and what I need to take care of myself better. Here are some boundaries I need to clarify:
- I will not commit to or attend regularly any new groups where the primary activity includes sitting on my butt for an hour. This is especially true of committee type meetings. I’ve already spent too much of my life sitting on my butt. Which reminds me….
- I will go to a yoga class, swim, or walk to the park at least once per week starting Friday.
- I need to limit my involvement in politics. I care about what’s happening in my country, and I might become involved in politics again in the future, but I have to be careful. Politics can suck time and energy away from things that sustain me, like art, writing, taking care of my home, and volunteering with first graders which I’m doing today – yay!
- If I go out of town, I will limit my time away to 4 days, unless my dog and husband are with me. I was just in the mountains for 7 days with a friend, and while it was beautiful there, I realized how much things can pile up and how much I like being in my own home, be it ever so humble.
- Thursday is art day. I’m painting tomorrow! It’s scheduled on my calendar. My art muse will be pleased and so will I.
I’m sending this beautiful message back in time and out into the world to where the wounded bird in me and anyone else needing a call to come home.
“You have traveled too fast over false ground;
Now your soul has come to take you back.
Take refuge in your senses, open up
To all the small miracles you rushed through.
Become inclined to watch the way of rain
When it falls slow and free.
Imitate the habit of twilight,
Taking time to open the well of color
That fostered the brightness of day.
Draw alongside the silence of stone
Until its calmness can claim you.”
Artist~ Chris Barnes
Text & image source: Moonlight Serenade https://web.facebook.com/Moonlight-Serenade-228504310532112/
I caught a glimpse of that wild self today. I have missed her soft eyes. Trini helps me to remember with this poem.
Behind the veil of your skin
Is the atmosphere of the past:
A laughing brook shaping
Grey hard rocks with
Torrents of rain on a leaning
Autumn canopy making
Leaves swim in nutritious graves.
And when night is coming
What will you do?
Will you wish upon burning
Meteors made into dust
By our home’s feverish skin?
Or will you cast aside the veil
And meet your wild self
Staring back at you
With softer eyes
You forgot were your own?
I would love to illustrate this as a book.
On the very edge of a beach forest, a tree baby hovered in her peapod, waiting to be born. Of course, the baby’s fairy knew this was no ordinary peapod she was sent to keep warm. This tree baby was a princess.
Elektrina was so excited to play midwife for the royal cocoon entrusted to her. Who would have thought she would be called for…to care for a princess? She smiled as she remembered how she had been sitting on the warm hearth and babysitting the fire when she felt the familiar itch on her left wing. This meant that the message the dew sprites had left on it three hours earlier was probably about dry enough to read.
Funny how dew messages dried. She knew something was probably up with this one, because everyday-ordinary texts dried as fast as sand under the hot Philippine sun. But this one had…
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I wish I’d learned this sooner.
But at least I’m learning.
In the back slope of life,
I don’t have time for toxic.
I breathe in wellness.
I align with peace.
Re-blogging this healthy dose of affirmation from the Diary of a Recovering Codependent.
Just rambling on today…
“Codependency underlies all addictions. The core symptom of “dependency” manifests as reliance on a person, substance, or process (i.e., activity, such as gambling or sex addiction). Instead of having a healthy relationship with yourself, you make something or someone else more important. Over time, your thoughts, feelings, and actions revolve around that other person, activity, or substance, and you increasingly abandon your relationship with
Ah, a relationship with myself…If I had only understood that from the beginning, I wonder how different my life would be today. Not that I wish my life was different because I love my life today and who I have become. It took a lot of hard work, lots of pain and many, many changes to become the person I am today and it was worth every bit of it.
It was difficult to figure out how I was supposed to have a relationship with myself, especially since I really didn’t like myself, but here…
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