Soul Spaces and Flies

Certain spaces and places fill your soul. My writing nook fills my soul. It is in the corner of my living room, which has views to a little pond on our porch, which I affectionately call my “tranquility pond”. I often crack the door by the pond, and I listen to its calming little trickle of water, as I write. My writing nook also has a view of our backyard, which backs up to a lovely little, hidden lake. It is not uncommon for herons, cardinals, wild turkeys, ducks, deer, tortoises and even the occasional alligator to come into view from my large glass slider window, begging for my attention, like a constantly evolving, moving wild zoo. In the morning, the sun rises up, brightly over the tall trees of the forest behind the lake, and in the evening, the sunlight illuminates the whole scene so hazily and beautifully, bringing everything into a crisper, outlined view, like seeing out of a nice, expensive pair of sunglasses. The setting sun gives the lake and the trees and everything else in the scene, this holy sheen and illumination. My family has affectionately and reverently named this particular time of the day, “the golden hour.”

I found another new personal “soul space” earlier this week. I rode along with my husband, who was picking up a piece of hardware we needed from a specialty store. Right next to that store, was a lovely little antique shop, which I decided to duck into, while my husband ran his errand. I instantly felt at home in this little gem of a curio shop. Sometimes when I walk into antiques stores, I feel like I have entered a storage container for a hoarder. There is dust everywhere, and there is no seeming rhyme or reason for what is being displayed. This was not one of those haphazard antiques stores. This particular store has a beautiful, tranquil energy, from the minute you walk into it. Everything offered for sale has obviously been curated with great care. It feels as if everything displayed in this store, has a fabulous story to go with it – a story longing to be heard. When I was in the store, I wanted to disappear into time and into space a little bit there, but it was my husband’s lunch break and we had to get back home. Inevitably, I will be drawn back to visit the little shop, soon. Soul spaces always draw you back to them, with a subtle, but strong force, almost seemingly against your will, like having an invisible hand against your back, guiding you gently, but firmly back to your heart zones.

Now, if you can, I want you to imagine one of your soul spaces, like the couple of soul spaces that I have described above. Picture yourself in your own soul space and conjure up every detail about that particular soul space which makes you like it so well, and what draws you to be there. This soothing soul space makes you feel so comfortable and perfectly connected to Life, in almost a timeless sense. Sense those feelings of comfort, security, and love. Now, I want you to imagine a few pesky flies swarming around your soul space. (If you are having trouble picturing this, then imagine flies buzzing around me as I write in my treasured little nook, or as I peruse my favored little shop.) When the flies come in, naturally you are annoyed. You want to get rid of the flies. You implement tools like swatters and bug spray, and you open doors and windows, in hopes for the flies to leave. While, the flies are swarming around you, you are missing out on all of the amazing beauty and tranquil energy surrounding you in your soul space, because all of your attention is going towards getting rid of the flies. All of your attention is on a few tiny little flies, instead of on all of the beauty, and attractiveness, and comfort, and uniqueness, of your serene, special soul space.

I’ve been doing a lot of deep thinking, lately. (story of my life) I’ve been thinking about how important it is to make peace with our aggravations, our grievances, and even the deepest forms of our grief. By the time we are middle aged, most of us have experienced many aggravations. Further, by this time in our lives, very few of us have escaped from experiencing major grief, perhaps because of the passing on of a loved one, or the ending of a marriage or another important relationship, or the loss of a job and the stability that comes with that job, or having to deal with a major, chronic health issue. Unfortunately, aggravations and sadnesses and even deep grief, come with the territory of living a life, for many years.

If we compare our daily lives to our physical soul spaces, we can see how many wonderful people and things and interests and unique experiences surround us, every single day. But most of our soul spaces (our unique individual lives), also have a few flies (aggravations and grievances and things that make us angry and sad) buzzing around us, vying for our attention. We can always do healthy things to try to get rid of our “flies”, like singing, and praying ,and meditating, and talking to loved ones, and going to therapy, and taking good care of our physical bodies with good nutrition, exercise and sleep. We can also do unhealthy things to try to distract ourselves from our “flies” using mind numbing, instant gratification types of activities and addictive behaviors, such as overeating, and overdrinking or doing drugs, or mindlessly shopping or exploring the internet, or gambling, or creating a lot of meaningless, distracting dramas in our lives. Still, no matter how we try to “handle” the flies in our soul space, some flies are never going to completely go away. Again, reality is that some flies are never going to completely go away. They are too deeply entrenched. And also, even as some flies leave, some other new flies will sneak into our soul spaces, often when we least expect them. The choice remains for us to focus on the space (our lives in totality) versus the flies (our grievances). We can choose to focus on how good our space feels to us, everything that it gives to us, and all of the beauty contained within it. And we can come to a peace, and an acceptance, that a few flies do not nearly make the overall impact of the lovely space.

The biggest mistake which a lot of us make, is that we don’t allow ourselves to fully enjoy our soul spaces, until we can get rid of all of the flies. We have a hard time understanding that all of the goodness and light and pleasure that comes with our soul space, can coexist with the flies, quite comfortably. Some days the flies are going to seem huge. These big old horseflies are going to constantly land on us and bite us and not leave us alone. No matter how hard we try to ignore the flies, they are going to noisily insist on our attention. But if we make peace with that fact, and we stop resisting them, or we stop futilely wishing that our soul space was absolutely perfect, with no flies to ever deal with, the flies have a way of shrinking into the background, and staying in their own tiny corners, mostly out of our view. The flies can live in our soul space. The flies can act as a reminder to shift our attention away from them. The contrast of the annoying flies can help us to bring into focus, and then melt into the extraordinary beauty and the astonishing wonder that is surrounding us, every single day of our lives, even if it is in just one small corner of the earth which we claim as our own special “soul space.”

Are you passing on love, or are you passing on pain? Heal your pain and pass on love.

We Are Open 24/7

Welcome to Adulting – Second Half, a warm, cozy, intimate museum which lovingly and thoughtfully, holds an ever-growing collection of thoughts and ideas, which provokes more thoughts and ideas, and also safely holds the emotions that flow from these unique thoughts. I am the curator of interesting ideas, that come from all over, for this lovely, little museum. Luckily, our museum has been able to remain open every single day, even throughout this horrid pandemic. Our museum is open and free to the public, and the public has always been respectful and kind when visiting. I like to think that the energy in our museum envelopes its visitors in love, and in comfort, and inclusiveness, and in curiosity, and in wonder, and in knowingness, and in validation and in security. It seems to attract good and wise people. We have cherished regular visitors who come almost every single day to Adulting – Second Half, and we have cherished fleeting visitors who are curious, but find their reading/thought/emotion preferences, elsewhere. And that’s good. Everyone should visit all different curations of thought. It is the only way to figure out what really speaks to the deepest part of oneself. Good museums should evoke wonder, possibility, longingness, and desire for adventures. Good museums should make you want more of what life has to offer. Good museums should make you more interested in yourself and what makes you tick. Good museums should make you want more.

Today’s featured exhibit comes from Norma Kamali, the famous fashion designer who created the infamous red bathing suit that Farrah Fawcett donned in “that poster”, among many other beautiful and functional clothing creations. (on an aside, who has ever had a better smile than Farrah Fawcett?? Smiles like hers, light up ballrooms.) Normal Kamali is 75 years young. She looks like she is in her forties, and she can still do the splits. And she also, has a fabulous smile. I am in the middle of reading her new book entitled, I Am Invincible. Last night, this quote, from this book, popped out for me:

“What works through the ages, always works.”

Isn’t that a lovely and true exhibit of thought? In a time period of history, when we are flying through technological advances, like we are on a high speed roller coaster, it is so refreshing to spend time being with, and loving, and appreciating the tried and the true. I think that Norma Kamali described “timeless” perfectly with her statement. Healthy living always comes down to eating wholesome foods, exercising, surrounding yourself with positive people and experiences, and getting enough rest. That fact has never changed. Nature is a salve to our souls. That fact has never changed. There is so much mystery surrounding living a human life, that is yet to be explained, and that is what really keeps us so captivated by it all. That fact has never changed. In the end, all of our quests, and all of our doings, and all of our creations, are all done in the spirit of searching for the feeling of Love, and the funny thing is, we’ve had it all along. We are Love. Our lives are often spent as a search back to the very core of ourselves which is Love, and yet Love has never left us. That fact has never changed. Love works now. Love worked all throughout history, and Love will work forever more. If I were to add to our exhibit, I would make it look like this:

“Love works through the ages, Love always works.”

Thank you so much for coming to visit Adulting – Second Half. Please stay as long as you like, and enjoy all of our past exhibits. Please come again to visit, any time, day or night. We are open 24/7. Your presence has added to the wonderful energy here, and I am so grateful for everything that you bring to our little museum of thoughts and ideas. Your Comments are always welcome. As a token of appreciation for your visitation today, please accept our daily mantra, and apply it generously to your life, and to the lives of others:

Are you passing on love, or are you passing on pain? Heal your pain and pass on love.

Friday Ride

90 Friday Memes That Will Supplement Your Friday Feels

Hi friends and readers!! Welcome to the best day of the week!! Do whatever you need to do to get into that Friday feeling. We had our weekly family Zoom chat last night, and my youngest son, a student, away at college, said that recently he had to remind himself to have some fun. We are supposed to have some fun in life. Actually, we are probably supposed to have a lot of fun, in life. For some sad reason, it is easier to forget to have fun during these strange times which we are living in. So, here’s your reminder. It’s Friday. It’s a great day to start having fun! Have a lot of fun!!

My regular readers know that Fridays are rarely deep and intellectual and thoughtful, here at Adulting – Second Half. On Fridays, I list three favorite anythings – products, songs, food stuff, etc. and I strongly encourage you to add your favorites to my Comments section. Please check out previous Friday posts for more fun things to add to you living experience. Here are my favorites for today:

Whimsical Alley Mermaid Tail Pen with Feathers – Here’s a link to buy one of these for yourself: https://www.whimsicalalley.com/mermaid-tail-pen.html

You want one. You know that you do. I don’t even remember where or when I purchased my mermaid tail pen, but I am guessing that it was on a Friday when I was probably desperately seeking some fun. I get that this pen is probably more marketed towards little girls and tweens, but it makes my inner child sing. Also, it is one the smoothest writing pens which I have ever used and I am addicted to pens. I have thousands of pens, yet this has become my “go-to pen”, on daily basis since the beginning of the year.

Revlon So Fierce Big Bad Lash mascara – This is my new holy grail mascara. I was reading some article about some celebrity who can’t live without this mascara, so I thought it was worth a nine dollar try. Ummm, I am now going to throw away all 20 of the other mascaras sitting in my makeup drawer. I looked in my car mirror yesterday and I was so enamored with my lashes that I didn’t even zero in on my dark under-eye bags and crows feet. That’s called magic in a bottle, ladies. Give yourself an inexpensive lift this weekend. Show those peepers off, in the best way possible!!

Manslipping – Supposedly, “manslipping” is now an official word, used in newspapers and magazines all around the world. It refers to the tendency for men to let their masks fall below their noses. I love new words. I think that there was definitely a word needed to describe this enormous phenomenon. Manslipping is my new favorite word.

It’s Friday. Get in. Get into your life. Get into something that feels fun and interesting to you. Get into yourself. Explore what makes “you” tick, like you would explore a new place or a new relationship. Leave judgment on the curb, and embrace curiosity and wonder and delight, in the back of the limo of your own life! Have a great weekend!!!

Are you passing on love, or are you passing on pain? Heal your pain and pass on love. 

Acceptable?

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Do you remember when your grandparents said things that were perhaps a little bit socially incorrect, and what they said made you cringe and groan, but you kind of gave them a little bit of a pass because what they said wasn’t meant to be mean or hateful, and what they had said, came more from the fact that they had been raised in a different era (and also, you absolutely adored your cute, now child-like grandparents)?

It hit me yesterday, that I have passed into that age bracket, where if I am not careful, I could be the cause of the cringes and groans. (another aging milestone – yippee) My friend was relaying a story in our friend group text chat, which I won’t relay because it is not my story to tell, but she was saying the difference in reactions, between she (mild discomfort, but generational understanding) and her daughter (pure outrage) to something that a friend of a friend had said, in playful passing, was nothing short of striking.

The story my friend relayed put me in mind of a conversation I had earlier this week with my youngest son. He is home for the Thanksgiving break and he had seen one of their childhood buddies at the gym. This young man is a brilliant guy and is attending one of the most prestigious law schools in our country. My son relayed that his friend had gotten both of his ears pierced. I must have said something like, “Oh brother! Why would he do that?! Isn’t he in law school?”

To which my son, answered, “Mom, stop being so antiquated.”

I replied, “I am antiquated.” And then I pondered about it. I am antiquated. Facts. I have officially reached the beginning of antiquity. My thoughts and my feelings and my perceptions and my impressions about things, perhaps need some cleaning up and modernizing, I suppose. How much of what I say and what I do and what I think, are actually my true beliefs about things, and how much of this is just mind-swirl, indoctrinated stuff from my childhood, which has always been validated by my similarly raised generation, until the younger generations started into adulthood? Do I really want to become one of those cantankerous old ladies who everyone gives wide berth, but excuses my wackiness for my age? If I do want to become one of those outspoken old coots, I want it to be about things that I do feel strongly about, things which I have really contemplated about from every angle, and things that I know from the deepest parts of my heart and my soul to be timeless and true. I don’t want to ever become so antiquated, that I forget that I can be wrong about things. I can be wrong about a lot of things. I never want to become so antiquated that I become afraid of change. I want to be one of those interesting, intriguing antiques, that is so uniquely cool and so genuinely itself, that it is not just tolerated up in the dusty attic, but the antique makes a major comeback, because there has never been anything quite like it, ever made.

Cookie!

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I, myself, have never met a cookie that I didn’t like. Yesterday, we ordered sandwiches from this darling little country general store. It was the kind of store you walk into, and you expect to all of the sudden see yourself in braids and a long flocked dress, like Laura Ingalls. The store wrapped your delicious sandwiches in cardboard boxes and hidden underneath the wax paper, which was protecting the intactness of the sandwich, were two little, neatly tucked-in cookies. The cookies weren’t particularly special (we had also purchased several of their homemade mack-daddy pan sized cookies), but to find these little chippers, tucked in their little hiding spot, was such a delightful surprise, it brought a smile to all our faces. Cookies should be in their own food group, a vital daily supply of Vitamin H (as in Happiness). At our sons’ university, there is a cookie delivery service aptly called “Cookie-gasm”. Hey, if the shoe fits . . . . . Truly though, what I sincerely know, with all of my heart, is that every cookie matters.

Practice Makes Progression

My friend said that recently she woke up in the morning and looked at her bedding and decided that her comforter was getting worn and that she needed a new one. So, when she started looking at her phone, almost immediately all of these ads for comforters started popping up, no matter what she was looking at, on her browser. My friend is half-jokingly convinced that Google/Facebook/Twitter’s algorithms have gotten so good, that they are reading our minds.

Now, I personally think that Google/Facebook/Twitter are just copying, in rudimental fashion, the algorithm that the Universe/God has always had in place, since eternity. It never fails that if I need to hear a message, loud and clear, that message or that lesson pops up in my daily life all of the time, whether it be in books, on my computer, from talking with a friend or family member, or even just walking about in nature, when thoughts and ideas, seemingly “out of nowhere”, pop into my mind. The message that has been pinging lately in my heart, is to remember that we are always aiming for “progression, not perfection” in everything that we do.

Once someone asked me if I was a perfectionist and I scoffed. Ha! “Have you seen my clutter filled desk, or my stuffed closet?” I remember thinking. “Have you read any of my spelling-error-filled, confusing texts?” I am a rather impatient person who likes to get things done quickly, which doesn’t leave much time and consideration for perfection. However, when I thought more about the question, I thought that perhaps it is not so much what we do, that screams “perfectionist”, as it is, how we speak to ourselves about our actions. Do I beat myself up for my messy desk and closet and sloppy texts? Do I think I should live up to someone else’s standards that aren’t really mine? Do I stay away from trying new things for fear of “failing” at these endeavors? Do I judge myself so harshly that it steals a lot of the joy out of anything that I do? When something goes wrong, do I flog myself mercilessly about a mistake?

Salvador Dali quote: Have no fear of perfection - you'll never reach it.

The quote above is my daughter’s favorite. It is her algorithm to herself. She pastes and writes this quote everywhere – in her room, in her tennis bag, on her artwork and on her social media. I love that this particular Dali quote speaks to her, so strongly. It helps my daughter to feel fearless with everything that she tries and everything that she enjoys. This quote reminds my daughter to remember how far she has come in her studies, in her athletics, in her friendships, in her artwork and probably every facet of her life, instead of berating herself for not being perfect. When we aim for progress versus perfection, in all of our endeavors, this allows for mistakes. And as we all know, mistakes in life are as inevitable, as perfection is impossible.

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Let Go of the Leash

A friend sent this meme to a text chat that we were having yesterday. We mothers were lamenting how hard it is for us, when our “remote kids” (grown and/or away at school) are going through stresses and we can’t be there to “fix” everything. We all laughed and related to the meme. I related to the meme so much that I spent a lot of yesterday afternoon thinking about it. When my friend sent the meme, I immediately texted back, “I think that’s what my family can’t stand the most about me.”

A few years ago, one of my sons angrily stated that I held all of my kids “on a leash.” That statement stung. (Obviously, it stung, as I am still remembering it and writing about it now.) I was floored by his statement. I was flabbergasted. I was so completely angry and incredulous and insulted. Was he kidding?!? A leash?!? I was the mother who went out of her way to give her kids privacy. I never opened doors without permission to enter. I never went through their things on snooping missions. Unlike many of their friends’ parents, I never tracked their whereabouts on my phone. I wanted to raise confident, independent, adventurous and autonomous children. I was the one who championed studying abroad, and I made the appointments for them to get their drivers’ licenses, as soon as legally possible. My mantra had always been to trust my children, until I couldn’t, and I stuck with that mantra valiantly, for the most part. I really never understood what my son meant completely with his “leash accusation”. I think we dropped the whole argument back then, and we moved on. Yesterday, though, I had an “aha” moment.

Despite my best and highest intentions, I realize that I do sometimes keep my entire family “on a leash.” The leash is never physical. The leash is never about whereabouts, or rites of passages. It’s more about happiness and comfort and security and control. It occurred to me yesterday, though truly unintentionally, I sometimes keep my family on a tight “emotional leash”.

For some backdrop to my point, I would like to talk about codependency. “Codependent” is a term that was first used to describe a spouse or a close family member of an addict. A codependent gets themselves so wrapped up in the addict’s life, keeping up appearances and responsibilities that really should be the addict’s duties, that they lose themselves in the process. A codependent’s happiness and security is only felt when they are keeping the addict’s life on track. If the addict is happy and behaving appropriately, then the codependent is happy. But trying to control an addict, and the consequences of addiction in an addict’s life, is a lot to deal with, and codependents often end up exhausted and depleted. Codependents often get extremely frustrated and resentful of their addicts, because they believe that everything that they are doing for their addict, often goes unreciprocated and unappreciated. The codependent has this idea that if they take care of the addict’s life, then it follows that the addict will “owe them” and return the favors and help to meet the codependent’s needs (whose needs tend to be mostly for security and control), but of course, that rarely, if ever, happens. Security and control do not blend well with addiction. Even more crazy, when an addict sometimes does do the hard work and heals their addiction, and then takes responsibility for their own life back, a codependent’s life typically falls apart. The codependent has made it such a total part of their own identity to keep the addict together, that they have completely lost focus on their own self (and sometimes their own mental and physical health) in the process. And whose really to blame in this scenario? Many people would say “look what that terrible addict did to that poor person”, and many times codependents do get a martyr status, but at what cost? Who gave their life away in this toxic system? The addict gives their life away to their substance or habit of choice. The codependent gives their life away to the addict. In the end, it is often the case that the codependent finds himself or herself to be equally as sick as the addict. The codependent is addicted to fixing the addict’s life, at the expense of working on their own lives, and growing their own interests and fostering their own health and well-being. And that is why they say that addiction is a “family problem.”

Now, thankfully, none of my children are addicts. The above explanation is the severest form of codependency, which I have used to drive my point. Codependency is a trait that a lot of us women have a tendency to veer into (even without the problem of addiction), particularly those of us who are mothers. There’s a whole spectrum of codependency and there is a whole spectrum of caring. Those of us women who have made raising our families, our highest callings and our highest purposes in life, often lose ourselves in the process, without even realizing it. That was never our intention. It’s just that we get so ingrained in our family members’ individual lives, that we forget about our own individual interests, and our own needs and our own well-being. We feel happy when everything is going well for our family members, and we feel devastated when it’s not. Now, some people would say, “Well, that’s just love and there is nothing greater than a mother’s love.” And that is true to a point. Of course, it hurts to see a family member struggling. Of course, it is exciting to see the people, whom we love with all of our hearts, triumph. However, when our own emotional states are so intertwined with the states of other people’s lives, to the point that we are losing sleep, taking on responsibilities that aren’t ours to take, making our loved ones feel incompetent because we step in all of the time and take over the wheel, and in the meantime, find very little of meaning or have very little focus on our own individual lives, that’s when we’ve crossed into unhealthy codependency. That is when we start holding emotional leashes. That’s where the term “helicopter parent” comes into play. When we make others feel responsible for our happiness, mostly because we have made ourselves responsible for their “happiness” (as we have defined it), this is an unhealthy equation that does not bode well for close, authentic relationships. We are not independent or interdependent in these types of relationships. Instead we are dependent on each other, and thus “codependent.” When others feel they have to be a certain way, or feel a certain way, or act a certain way, in order to keep our equilibrium okay, this system is bound to fail. It isn’t real. It makes everyone on edge. It has become a family system based on false security and a desperate need for control.

In the end, each of us is responsible for our own happiness. It’s not even possible to make anyone else feel anything. We each make our own feelings, and our own responses to, and boundaries around, things that happen outside of us. We each are responsible for our own lives, our own boundaries, and own satisfactions. No one deserves an emotional leash. Every adult in a healthy family deserves to be “free range.” We deserve to meet each other in our beautiful, familial meadows, sharing individual and shared adventures, without feeling a responsibility for anyone else’s responses, emotional states, or perspectives of these experiences in life. As much as caretaking is important in motherhood, so is modeling a healthy way of being. It is interesting to me that a meme that at first made me laugh at myself knowingly, made me introspect as much as it did, and seriously so. It made me reflect on life lessons that I thought I had already learned and mastered. Ha! (the story of my life) The meme made me want to get my proverbial scissors out, and to cut some leashes, for the betterment of my family and also, for the betterment of myself. Snip. Snip. Snip. Snip. Snip. And now, only love, authenticity and abiding faith remains.

Soul Sunday

Good morning friends and readers. I hope that this post finds you in a peaceful place. Sundays, are a free flow of words in poetry. Sundays are poetry workshop days at Adulting – Second Half. I write a poem or I procure a poem from one of my readings, written by someone else. I strongly encourage you to add your poems to my Comments section. This is a no judgment zone. This is just a place to freely express what sits on your heart. Have a restful, rejuvenating day! Here is my poem I wrote for today. I am sending lots of love to you out there. I hope that you can feel it and that you can shelter in the cocoon of Love, at least for today.

What Lies on My Heart

I’m so scared, I want to stay holed up in a ball

In the safest confines of my home.

I’m so bored, I want to jump in my car, and take it,

To go to wherever my boldest imagination,

Finds an intriguing dot on a map, and then some more.

I don’t want to get ill and more so, I don’t want to be the cause

Of anyone’s pain nor terrible, breathless demise.

But you can’t live a joyous life, without a dash of risk.

But, but, but . . . . . . . . back and forth.

Back and forth.

Back

And forth . . . . . . .

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Nobody talks about their “daily doings” anymore.

Because Everyone has become judge and juror.

Nobody wants to be “cancelled,” and therefore Everyone is “cancelled”.

Cancelled from expressing our true authentic selves.

But how do you learn from what can’t be acknowledged nor revealed?

It’s lonely when you can’t be real.

And those who are still expressing, tend to take it too far.

They have absorbed all of the energy of the unsaid,

And all of the energy of the unfelt,

And it explodes and it bursts and it erupts out of them,

Too forcefully.

And the meaning is lost in the angry noise.

And the rest of us stay safely quiet.

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My mind whirls around in jumbled circles, these days.

Everything is a decision, a weighing of chance.

Everything, Every Single Day.

Everything.

Every. Single. Day.

Again and again.

It’s exhausting.

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But my heart does tell me that everything is going to be okay.

My heart tells me that everything is okay.

My heart says for me, to just be quiet, and to be still.

Be still and know that I am.

Be still. Know.

I am.

And then I take a deep breath and I’m peaceful again.

Weed Picker

This must be a very musically inclined day for birthdays. Apparently Don Henley and Selena Gomez share today, as a birthday. What a wonderful day!

My husband and I both have farming in our heritage and in our roots. My husband’s farming inclination comes out, mainly in how lovingly and earnestly he cares for our plants, even all of the ones that I buy on impulse because they are just “so pretty,” or “so cool” or “so weird.” (Ask me about my love affair with my Corpse Flower plant, sometime.) The other day my husband told me that he had planted pepper seeds, and he asked me to please be careful when weeding the back bed, as the peppers were planted back there. My husband had planted the pepper seeds in the way, way back bed, at the very end of our property, in our back yard. I looked at him and I started giggling.

“Are you seriously worried about me weeding?” I asked incredulously.

“Well, every once in a while, I look outside and then I look twice and I rub my eyes, and I go, oh wow, is she actually picking weeds?!” my husband replied.

It’s true. On very, very rare occasions, I feel the inclination to find some instant gratification and while taking the dogs outside, I might pick weeds for maybe seven minutes, tops. So in theory, my husband was right, while the odds aren’t great, it could happen. The warning was well thought out. The problem is though, when I weed, it is never a well-thought out endeavor. Weeding, for me, is more of an impulsive way to deal with my jitteriness or boredom or anxiety, when taking the dogs out. Weeding is never something that I actually plan to do, or even think about doing, while I am doing it. It kind of just happens, like poking at a scab or picking at a blemish. (Despite living with the coronavirus threat for several months now, I still touch my face WAY TOO MUCH.) Even when it is a subconscious impulse, me actually doing some weeding, is such a rare occurrence that I fully expect and plan on us, having some fresh, lovely, organic peppers for our salads, very soon. I do love my husband’s faith in my better inclinations, however. In these times of so much togetherness mixed with a great deal of unknowns and stress, it really is good to focus on the bright sides of our chosen partners in life. (even focusing on the bright sides that remain relatively dim, most of the time)

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