I’m not a doctor & I’m not a surgeon and so without the help of the Magic School Bus going into my anatomy I can’t actually see what’s going on inside of my body. Except I can. Continue reading “Going Inside”
I used to pretend that when I took my dog out we were going for a walk. To me this was a structured thing. I had in my imagination that we’d go out and walk briskly. Then at some point the dog would take one break to pee and another to poo and then we’d continue along our route briskly returning home.
I quickly found out that I was wrong, which you probably already knew. Instead my daily walks looked more like a time for my puppy and now dog to sniff everything in sight. Repeatedly. For extended periods of time. Sometimes we’d find ourselves in the same spot for several minutes. When I let him he can wax poetic with a stick or a flower sniffing until he gets a glazed look in his eyes, looking intoxicated by the object before him and all its smells. When I remember how happy it makes him and can shake myself out of my schedule and how many minutes I have before I need to leave I take the time and notice the world around me as well. Continue reading “Going For A Sniff”
“All human beings are born free and equal in dignity and rights.They are endowed with reason and conscience and should act towards one another in a spirit of brotherhood.” So begins the United Nations document The Universal Declaration of Human Rights.
Twenty two years ago I was faced with sexual slavery for the first time. It was on a water testing trip with my high school to the Amazon basin and we were passed on the river by barges heading to supply the people looking for gold. One of the supplies that barges carried were girls my age. I was 14 at the time and that event made an impression on me. One of my goals in life would become to create a world in which slavery couldn’t couldn’t exist. (Not to mention the practice of dumping mercury into the water to retrieve gold isn’t the best idea for the environment.)
Written in November ’12 and apparently I forgot to press publish… This is profoundly entertaining to me because of the topic. It is also entertaining because I’m in the process of launching my Indiegogo Campaign and I’m trying to make things happen there too… Hmm maybe I need to listen to myself. Let it flow.
The rumble of impending despair.
Have you ever had one of these days? You know the ones where you wake up and slowly one by one everything begins to go wrong? Well I’ve had one of those in fact I’m having one of those. Phone issues – trying to get to meetings that I’m running late for only to get stuck behind 4 – yes 4 – dirt movers. The dirt movers to me are any massive tractor that I can’t see over and that only goes 10 miles per hour. Obviously this was not a recipe to get to where you are going on time.
Some days I wonder if I’ve had this day solely so that I can blog about it. Hmm. Let me think about that really – did I have a crappy enough day that I’m feeling the urge to blog about it right after feeling like I really wanted to write but couldn’t get inspired? Uh Oh . I did this to myself.
What really struck me and what I wanted to write about though was not screwing oneself by imagining something bad into being, nor was it the meh day itself, but the reminder that I got of my time in Haiti.
I arrived in Haiti one month after the earthquake and stayed for three weeks. While there I did what was needed. In life I have typically defined my role very specifically, but there I did what was needed. Sometimes that was having a conversation with someone, other times it was meditating. I translated at UN meetings, and helped with design plans for sustainable communities. I held babies and got them food. Basically I lived and was helpful where possible.
Things in Haiti took longer than I expected then to. This was typical always. Yes I really meant to emphasize that always is not just an overstatement it was the actual state of things. I learned through my time there to remove my expectations and simply be in the moment. Because of this I suffered from far fewer frustrations.
While I believe that we often create the conflict that we need in order to grow, sometimes that lesson isn’t easily learned. In Haiti, I was practicing presence and being. It felt wonderful. Leading back to today’s lesson. Perhaps what I should have done was simply be aware that I was running behind and enjoy the time I was in instead of trying to force things that obviously were only going to happen when they were ready.
During my studies at Goddard College they encouraged us to spend time looking at who we were. During that time I felt that I became more deeply connected with my spiritual side, beginning to live it as my life more and more every day.
Years later I find myself continually drawn to increasing my connection with my own spirituality and making sure that this has a front and center place with the work that I am doing. It is important to me that my work increases my connection with my spirituality and that my spirituality brings to my work benefits as well.
It was as this connection deepened that the conversation around forming Women & Spirit in Business began with Karen Ribeiro, Shalini Bahl, and Val Nelson while sitting around a table at Essalon Cafe in Hadley. Continue reading “Women & Spirit in Business”
One of the ways I’ve brought my spirituality to work is through meditation. Not only a technique for connecting with the self at a fundamental level, this calming, grounding activity is also a helpful way to start meetings, get centered before brainstorming a new project, and just about anything you’d like to do well.
There are many spiritual paths that teach a form of meditation. Choose one and see how it works for you. The most important aspect is giving the brain the time to reset so that your thoughts can be more clear.
When to use meditation in a business setting: Continue reading “Meditation & Business”
So yesterday I sat with this ball of rage and anger within me. It had been living in my sprained foot, slowing my healing and making itself very known every time that I tried to address my own healing.
But yesterday the ball rose up into my being and screamed for release. I wanted to yell. I wanted to throw things. I felt hot.
There was a lot that I hadn’t been saying or allowing myself to feel in there. I’ve kept going, kept meditating in the hopes that those feelings would release. But what I’ve come to is that since they were felt in the ego state I have to deal with them in the same space. No matter how Zen I become, how perfectly relaxed into my current state of being, I need to feel and acknowledge those emotions and address them to really let them go. Continue reading “Checking in with the Ego”
I was at a workshop when one of the leaders, who I was having a good conversation with at the time, mentioned to me that the reason she meditated every day because then she could trust herself. I felt like she was on to something that I’ hadn’t thought of in that way before. Continue reading “Meditation & Trust”