Category Archives: Explorations

One Thing a Week

It’s not just the big things, like jumping out of an airplane.

When I came across this idea last week, the first thing that came to mind was… jumping out of an airplane. Something I would do—and my hubby wouldn’t.

But then I started thinking about small things I haven’t done or places I haven’t been.

walked in a Santa Claus parade

played the bagpipes, a sousaphone

learned to speed read

explored any of a number of buildings on the campus of the university

eaten oxtail

climbed a really big mountain

hiked pretty much most of the Bruce Trail

walked all the trails in the London area

biked several of the bike trails in London

explored Elgin county from end to end

driven a combine

attended a polka dance, punk rock concert, heavy metal concert or monster truck rally

It’s now on my weekly list… to do SOMETHING or go SOMEWHERE I haven’t yet.

This week, it was to the Danforth and Greektown. And into Leonidas Chocolates on Danforth where they serve a civil cup of hot chocolate.

Highly recommended. Hot chocolate comes with a small chocolate on the side.

And I sat outside on a warmish November day to enjoy it. And I loved the kale garden in the parkette I was sitting in.

a beautiful fall garden at Danforth and Logan, Toronto

Simple, small, memorable.

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Thank You For Everything, I Have No Complaints Whatsoever.

Blooming lotus in peaceful mind...

Blooming lotus in peaceful mind… (Photo credit: Thai Jasmine (Smile..smile…Smile..))

Thank you for everything, I have no complaints whatsoever.

There was a low period in my life just a few years ago when I repeated this thousands of times. Daily, nightly, during the day. When I woke up and going to sleep. For several weeks. It changed my life.

The story goes that a woman, looking for healing in her life, asked and asked and asked for the name of a healer she could visit. “Go to this person,” she was told, ” she is an amazing healer. Everyone who goes receives a special blessing.”

The woman went to the healer and stood in line, as many people were there to receive a healing. She saw people go in bent over, sick and crippled and they would come out walking tall and healed. She grew more and more excited.

The woman reached the doorway, removed her shoes and quietly entered the healing room. The healer sat on a cushion, welcoming each petitioner. She kneeled before the healer.

The healer smiled, leaned forward and told her to repeat, “Thank you for everything, I have no complaints whatsoever,” over and over and then dismissed the woman.

The woman was in shock as she left and then she got angry.Who did she think she was, this healer? THAT was no healing! I was expecting a true, real healing! This woman is a charlatan! She felt embarrassed at having been duped into believing that this woman could heal her.

As she went home, fuming, the phrase kept rolling around in her mind. Thank you for everything; I have no complaints whatsoever, Thank you for everything; I have no complaints whatsoever, Thank you for everything; I have no complaints whatsoever.  Over and over and over. And soon, the woman was healed.

This mantra filled the space in my mind where the chatter and negative self-loops would have been. Whenever I heard those voices of doom, I’d start the repetition. It didn’t matter what other thoughts, the negative ones, tried to seep through the cracks and crevices, I’d overwhelm them with this mantra.

The thoughtforms changed. I moved through and onwards. I remember the sensation I had when I realized the shift had happened and I was able to move forwards again.

When we talk about gratitude, and being thankful for everything we have, we forget to be thankful for the bad that happens in our life. We often say, “I’m thankful for everything I have” when things are unpleasant and we use gratitude to make us feel better. It’s a way of escaping the true muddiness we’re walking through, the sinkhole we’ve fallen into, the crap that is happening around and in us.

When I say this, I am thankful for EVERYTHING… the good, the bad, the ugly, the frustrating, the depressing, the heartbreaking, the falls and crashes, the flying high… everything.

The good and the bad are perceptions and reactions we have of whatever is happening to us. We forget that we bring the thoughts upon ourselves; we don’t take responsibility for them and we try to get through the crap as quickly as possible. What usually happens is that the fight ensnares us and the ties that bind, bind further.

When we can sink in, taking responsibility for our life, being grateful for it all, knowing that there is a way out, the trip is easier. We don’t fight. We let go, we accept, we go to work and we transform.

Thank you for everything, I have no complaints whatsoever.

Re-thinking Hunting

Here’s my take on hunting. The season of which is now upon us. Our wine cellar expandeth.

http://gravelroadlife.blogspot.ca/

Three Things I Learned Today About Consciousness and Creativity

1. On July 7 of this year,  a group of neuroscientists declared that all nonhuman animals, “including all mammals and birds and many other creatures, including octopuses,” are conscious. There is a signed document to this effect (The Cambridge Declaration on Consciousness in Non-Human Animals).

Science is catching up to the Ageless Wisdom teachings, which suggest that there is a kind of consciousness in all things—including a rudimentary consciousness in plants and minerals. I think the next thing will be to recognize that there is a difference between the brain, where everyone’s looking for consciousness, and the mind.

2. One theory of creative genius, originally proposed by psychologist Donald Sutherland and made more comprehensive by psychologist, Dean Keith Simonton, suggests that creative thought comes through a process of “blind variation and selective retention (BVSR).”

Basically it means that creative people go blindly through a lot of trial and error, trying man things to determine the idea’s usefulness. They have to generate a pile of different ideas. This, Simonton calls superfluity. Lots of ideas. Ones that ultimately won’t work.

Creative people also backtrack; this is retracing steps.

Often the two happen at the same time. Creativity isn’t linear. Neither is it circular. It’s more zigzagular. Probably not something that can be described on a piece of paper in a diagram.

3. Talent is important in cultivating genius (and extreme creativity). However, there are several other things that may be even more important:

  • pursuing an activity for its own sake—the feeling of autonomy
  • finding the activity important or of interest
  • feeling competent in your skills (which gives you confidence)

What’s Old is New Again—I Can’t Believe I Think I’m in the Same Place—But I’m Not!

I began this blog about 2 years ago. Almost to the date! I had just returned from a spectacular weekend with Music for People grads, the first time in 10 years. Inspiration, sadness, joy and a desire to give myself a quick kick in the butt. Which I did.

Is it something about October?

 

Sunfish Craves Crab and Runs for the Hills

The bright moment in an otherwise cloudy, cool day in Sidney-by-the-Sea was watching a sun starfish as it dealt with a dead crab.
I’m a patient watcher of these hard to catch natural moments. Starfish do not move quickly.

It rolled over the crab, heaved itself into a small hill, appeared to try it out for breakfast, then spit it out, still intact… and made a run for the hills.

Starfish typically eat mollusks. Why this crab?

How many times do we try something out, thinking it’s something else!

Finding the Mus(e)ic Again

The challenge for any artist is, primarily, to show up to one’s art. There are all kinds of ways not to show up. Doing the dishes, hanging out on email or facebook, working, watching TV, taking care of the family… the To Do list goes on, as does life. Then you wake up at the end of your life and realize- you didn’t become the artist you wanted to be. And it would have been so easy.

One of my ways has been to find interesting jobs that take time and a number of talents. Work that pays the bills and allows the creativity to move. Managing a farmers’ market, writing and strategizing for a cultural non-profit, teaching music lessons, starting a youth band, founding a women’s choir.

Ten years ago I graduated from the Musicianship & Leadership Program with Music for People. It was four years of growing, personally and musically. Four years of driving 2 000 km, four times a year to workshops. Four years of Homeplay, teaching, facilitating, thinking and busting through, over, under and around obstacles. And thanking them for the opportunity.

In my head, I knew I could make a life and a living with this. But I haven’t. Detours, Distractions, Dilly Dallying… it’s all added up to a very interesting, imaginative, musical, artful, creative life, but My Music -I’ve ignored it. Completely. Serendipity would have it that I created some work for this month and next— two days of work in a school. This past weekend, I spent a weekend coming out of the Shadow Artist role I’ve played, knowing I’d been missing making music. I made the trip to my first Music for People weekend since 2000.

I celebrated my 10th anniversary of graduation with 3 others who graduated at the same time, on the weekend of 10-10-10. Four new grads joined us, making it 100 MfP grads to date. The numerological significance of this did not slip by me.

At home, I wandered around our bush, on a sunny Thanksgiving Monday, camera in hand. I sang into the woods, I kept silence as my friend, I listened to the leaves rustling— and tried to imitate the sound, I made some photos, thought about “Art” and, let my mind travel.

As one job has ended, time has been released. With harvest in full swing, the house will be empty much of the time. I’ve reduced the number of teaching hours. We’re heading into the quiet season, the deepening time, the period of going inside.

Today I began the recovery process. Along with my meditative and study  practice, I’m committing to spending 1 hour each Monday, Tuesday and Wednesday morning… making music. No phones, no computer, no dishes, mail, cleaning, making lists… just music.

And I will see where music takes me over the next two months.