Posts Tagged ‘gratitude’

Smile

Friday, August 13th, 2010

Shining through the
Mirky
Inside,
Light
Emerges

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Mother Moon

Tuesday, October 6th, 2009

When my life is more simple, I am more connected to the passage of time. I’ve really been in touch with how much I need simplicity and nature to keep me in a good place and just to feel me, feel my Self. When I was walking after dinner last night (now a few nights ago), I was surprised by the full moon popping up over the trees. I started to cry. It was so beautiful and I was so grateful for its presence and beauty.

It was so reassuring, too, that nothing stays the same.  My life is such that I currently pray for change.  There are cycles and rhythms and, like the moon, sometimes the changes are so small from day to day that I don’t notice them.  Still, they are real and, over time, I can take their measure.  I found much comfort in that remembrance and my connection with that rhythm.

As a woman whose body has a rhythm of ebb and flow much like that of the moon, I fell deeply connected to Her.  I am now 45.  I wonder how that connection will change over time as my cycles move away from Hers, becoming less predictable and then stopping altogether.   I won’t even know that my cycles have really stopped until I look back over a year of their absence.

Like the moon changes, my body’s changes, too, will come slowly.  One day at a time, they will be unnoticeable.   Over time, I can take their measure.  For today, as the moon is already waning, I look forward again to Her fullness and to mine.

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Free Hugs – And A Few Bonuses

Saturday, September 12th, 2009

I had an amazing day!  Inspired by a YouTube video where a man stands with a simple sign that reads “free hugs” and hugs willing passersby, I did the same.  I attended the Rochester Pagan Pride Festival today and, with the organizers’ prior permission, carried a “free hugs” sign with me all day.  It’s a day that will long live in my memory.

I don’t know that I can accurately relate what it was like exactly.  One thing I can tell you is that it was fun.  While some people kept their distance – sometimes without making eye contact and sometimes with a smile and a “no thank you” – others approached me eagerly.  A few even run up to me, arms open.  One woman said she’d always wanted to do that.  She liked it so much that I offered her a second hug, this time with the sign on the ground and both of my arms open and ready.  That was really fun.

The kids were also especially fun.  If you haven’t hugged a wee one in a while, see if you can make that happen.  One young girl, who took the initiative and approached me, told me that I hug better than her mom.  (I hope her mom didn’t hear that.) 

There was one special child who will stay in my memory.  She didn’t say a word and couldn’t have with the pacifier in her mouth.  Not more than two years old, she ran right up and hugged me.  Then she ran right back to her daddy and gave him a hug first and then her mama.  This girl knows what to do with a hug – pass it on to someone else.  They’re not meant to be hoarded.

One of my favorite parts of the day was staying present during the hug and feeling when it was time to let go.  In order to stretch myself and truly give hugs, I made a commitment to myself to keep hugging until the receiver let go.  I didn’t want to be the one to stop the hug because I wanted to give each person what he or she needed and wanted.  Sensing that moment was tricky and I was wrong a few times.  Some of the hugs were very quick.  I gave a great, tight hug and let go when I sensed the person pulling away.  It was easy to know when to end those hugs.  Other hugs lasted much longer and I felt myself a little uncomfortable or maybe it was impatience.  Regardless of the emotion, I started just the slightest movement of pulling away (still with awareness) and discovered that the receiver was still fully engaged.  So back in I went, arms tight, letting the receiver end the hug.  Then it felt right to stop. 

I also met a special man, Peter.  I can’t tell you here all that we talked about today but I felt then and still do now that I was talking with God or, at the very least, someone who knows Him well.   As I told my husband, I truly felt like I was in the presence of the divine and I feel changed by the experience.  And it all started with a simple hug.

In all cases, I thanked the brave soul who received my hug and most thanked me.  I accepted their gratitude but I know that I was the one who was actually receiving, and it started by giving. 

Sometimes when you give a hug, a hug that comes all the way from your toes, you get back more than you give.  Try it.

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