Today, the 17th of November 2016, half way through the fabulous efforts of Rara and the Nano Poblano team, I am letting go of my participation to blog a post every day for the next 15 days or so.
To be honest, I have no idea if I should blame the full moon, the dreary weather or both. I have no idea if it’s just me in a slump. I have no idea if I need a slap to “wake up” already. My mind is in this weird place. It’s not for once, over thinking…yet, it’s not exactly in that silent state when one meditates. My body feels fine. My emotions on the other hand…feels a little dull. Quite dull. Blurry. Not there. But there. As if there is something bubbling just beneath the surface and one small act of I don’t even know what, is going to cause this eruption of…I don’t know what. So, in the spirit of wanting to stubbornly carry on with Nano Poblano because, damn it, I am not gonna quit…yet. Even though my mind says, knowing when to let go takes wisdom and it doesn’t mean quitting…I’m stubborn. Hehe.
Just a short, short, short post. Something I had prepared as a back up.
Today as I type this at about 7 in the evening, I realise that I may be in deep shit. Well, in the larger scheme of life, it won’t even qualify as anything major. In fact, it’ll probably just make the tiniest tiniest little blip and then disappear. However, in my mind and the way I think, it’s one of those irritating challenges or obstacles sitting in the middle of the road…sitting like a big flabby ugly slimy icky monster, sticking it’s tongue out at me…it’s like that horrible sound when nails scratch across the chalkboard…it just makes me wanna pull at my hair and scream or run away and hide from the world hoping that it disappears…when I know that all I have to do is to close my eyes, take a deep breath, give my mind a pep talk and it will all disappear and things will be alright.
The thing is…
A planned mandala took me instead on a completely different journey.. click to go to the post 🙂 And of course, I’m looking to name this one too, so kindly suggest names as well. Thank you!
Brida is a book by Paulo Coelho. I bought it quite a few years ago and like most of Paulo Coelho’s books, only when the time is right do I usually reach out for his books. I still have three of his books sitting on my shelf waiting to be read. Brida was one of the “hardest” books I’ve read, because it scared me. I don’t know why, but Brida reminded me of me. And that to me, was scary. I’m glad to say though, that I did complete the book and though I have not gone back to it, it’s still one of my favourites from this author.
I don’t know about you, but for me I was thinking about this post I am about to write when I realised: why is it SO hard to get up and do something that is positive for ourselves but so easy when it’s something not as “good”. For example, why is it easier for me to get up from my chair to go make my 6th cup of coffee but much harder to do so when it is my first bottle of water. It’s like my arse has this love-hate relationship with the seat of the chair. It’s as if when it’s something “not good”, like the 6th cup of coffee, my arse and seat of chair have had an argument and arse walks off in a huff. When it’s something “good” for me, like practicing Qi Gong or getting that bottle of water..arse and seat of chair can’t get enough of each other.
Some of my friends keep telling me that all I seem to do is to either work or clean my room. I agree with the work bit, but you know, I really am not cleaning my room ALL the time. I do admit I can be messy and it really isn’t my fault that this room of mine tends to attract dust like a well..dust magnet.
Day 8 Nano Poblano post will be over the mainlycoloursandmandalas. Click here to go there!
I know this is an age old question and one that many of us at some point in life have asked ourselves.
This is a post about words. It’s about our perception of those words, what they mean to us, what those words trigger within us and also about the context in which those words were whispered, said, shouted or written.
About a year ago I had the opportunity to attend an introductory series of Qi Gong classes that stretched over 6 weeks. And since my brain has all but given up on producing anything remotely creative, I’m going to take the “easy” way out and use this as my Day 5 post for Nano Poblano.
I’ve known of Louise Hay for some years now but only really paid attention to her in the past few months. This in reality is pretty odd, but then again this is me…odd and weird are my friends.