Procrastination vs Reconnection

Well, I’ve decided - sort of - 
procrastination will have to be put aside to another day,
reconnection just didn’t seem quite right ~ something was hovering in the middle
muddling the waters of any decision about this month’s topic ~ 
but maybe.........

Procrastination is about distractions
with the shiny sparkling novelties or bits of fun that pull us away from any appointed tasks even if those tasks have been of our own making.

Reconnection implies that there once was connection
and that, somewhere, sometime, separation occurred

“Once upon a time - it’s so old it’s beginning to feel like a story - 
a young mom and young nurse played the hand that was dealt.
Many people, places and things wove themselves in and out of her life.
Youth and early adulthood, out of the equation for quite some time,
melted and melded into an all consuming career.
Adult children, off and away, lived lives full of their own plans and dreams ~ home life had a tendency to become stilted and flat 
with decades beginning to fly too fast.”

Reconnection with home and hearth was necessary 
to boost the colour and texture of home using
tools from family memories, past and present friendships,
ongoing dreams left in the past and some still ahead in the future,
at the same time to allow a career to be good - but no longer all consuming.

Together, from memory, dreams, family, friends and experience
a new tapestry could be designed and woven
when the old tapestries had worn too thin.

“As we work to reweave the strands of connection, we can be

supported by the wisdom and loving kindness of others.”

~ Sharon Salzberg

Shock Waves - Theme for August 2014 - Procrastination or Reconnection or both?

Wow!!!

What a day

Focused

Multitasking

Ducking and diving

Taking my breaks just to breathe ~ and to eat!

Morning plans to dive into my writing project torpedoed 

in the dust of a screeching halt in front of the stove for 

a welcome cup of coffee 

with awesome scrambled eggs and baked potato

My topic for August

still settling in the shock waves from my day job.

Will it be procrastination or reconnection?

or maybe a bit of both?

Who knows.....

For tonight I’ll just take a walk

watch a bit of Midsommer Murders

and now that I’m home.

“Work diligently. Work hard. Focus. Perform as if you are at

the Olympics. One day, unexpectedly, it will start paying off.”

~ Joan F. Marques

Author's note: Edited January 09, 2024

Current Discussion

Themes, like pebbles on a beach, lay quiet until the tide of someone’s opinion comes in and then the tide of another’s opinion goes out, rattling and rolling against each other as the steady current pulls or pushes them toward the beaches of political or social discussion.

“Discussion is just a tool. You have to aim;

the final goal must be a decision.”

~ Harri Holkeri

Webbing and Latticework

And what has fascinated me today? The knowledge and facility that my massage therapist has about muscles, and their attachment to specific bones of the body. Do I know if all the names she uses are correct? A few I am familiar with, but the others I couldn’t even guess at their pronunciation or their spelling.

Another amazing thing, as I watch my fingers type this post, is the musculature that moves the bones of our skeleton. Kind of makes me feel like a puppet - and I get to pull the strings, or more correctly my muscles.

After identifying the webbing and lattice of the stars and spiders last evening, I reminded myself that the musculature of the human body is also a webbing and a lattice work. Layers of strength in muscles tiny, small, moderately sied or the great muscles of our legs are organized to allow our bodies to breath, to walk, to do pretty well everything that life has to offer us - good and not so good.

So does that mean, that on the inside, we’re constructed with the same theme as the universe and spider webs?

It certainly does give one pause.....................

“Muscles are in a most intimate and peculiar sense the organs of the will.”

~ G.Stanley Hall

From A Rock Wall to the Universe

There was a poem in the morning
as I stretched into yoga on the patio     
the sun coming over the fence
shining on the stone wall.

Glistening shimmering spider webbing 
crisscrossed from stone to stone to stone
as if to add support to the mortar between the rocks.

There was a theme in my mind this morning. It has faded as the sun has gone down drifting away with the wind at the end of the day while gossamer strands of webbing hold fast.

And yet, those gossamer spidery webs crisscrossing space 

between rocks make me think of the great web of 

planetary orbits surrounding our own tiny planet, 

holding us in place in the vast universe.

“Humankind has not woven the web of life. We are but one 

thread within it. Whatever we do to the web,  we do to ourselves. 

All things are bound together. All things connect.”

~ Chief Seattle

Summer Heat

My bare browned toes curled into sunbaked sand, walked themselves into the waters edge
where children splashed and their parents, under the guise of just watching their children,
waded deep and cool,
splashing just enough as if threatening to play
or sat in lawn chairs while salty perspiration dripped into the sweaty theme of a summer read.

“Summertime is always the best of what might be.”

~ Charles Bowden

A Shopping Trip

They told me to get a life, and then walked away without telling what to do or where to go to get one. So I went to the mirror that usually told me the truth. I waved my arms, scrunched up my face and shook my head - it was only the bathroom mirror so obviously it wasn’t telling me the whole truth.

Life had looked back from the little mirror - quiet and a bit silly, but still a life. Told to get a life must have meant that there was something wrong and a different sort of life was needed. Putting on my sunglasses and my hat I wandered through big box stores with gigantic parking lots, small mom and pop corner stores with first come first served parking for one or two, and inbetween downtown stores with parking in my search for ‘a life’.

I saw a lot of packaged and preserved groceries among the fresh red, green, purple, and yellow produce, 
clothes hung in bunched muted shades of fine and coarse fabrics or layered in folded stacks of denim and tweeds, 
art supplies that painted pictures and wrote stories, 
story books for all ages and types, 
'how to' books to build or plant or sew or.....well you get it......, 
hardware stores with nails and boards and tools and.....I suppose you get that too, 
toy stores filled with bright coloured plastic games, ‘practicing adult’ sets, balls and bats….
stores filled with green growing plants and packages of little seeds, shovels and .......there I go again.

My shopping trip was filled with disappointment and frustration. ‘Life’ didn’t seem to have a theme or a place to live. Nowhere, on any of the shelves, had I found ‘a life’....and of course in all of the stores the proprietors wanted money if I wanted anything that looked interesting. 

So I came home and picked up the science fiction book I had been reading, cooked my supper just the way I liked it, put on my comfy sweater and went for a walk under the green shade trees on my street, visited with my neighbours, scribbled this bit of ramble and considered going to a movie. I decided that I’d have to keep looking for this ‘life’ that I’d been told to get, but it would have to wait until later.

“You will never be happy if you continue to search 

for what happiness consists of. You will never live 

if you are looking for the meaning of life.”

~ Albert Camus