How come, we so often forget to be grateful for what we already have? If we can’t appreciate that, why do we think we’ll be happier with more?
How come, we so often forget to be grateful for what we already have? If we can’t appreciate that, why do we think we’ll be happier with more?
To meditate, to connect with your soul, is the best thing you can do. For your health, your body, your mind.
Not just 15 minutes a day, but to remain in as much as possible, in everything you do.
While you’re doing the dishes, walking the dog, throwing away the garbage, vacuuming your living space. Instead of watching TV or Netflix. Instead of spending time on social media.
To be connected with your inner self, is to be connected with the real you. With God.
Some might call this mindfulness, but what it really is, is soulfulness.
It has been quite windy for several days now. Storm, I think it’s called, when it blows as hard as this. It has also rained, with heavy showers and also some hail. And it has gotten much colder. This morning it was only 5 degrees Celsius, and the wind was tormenting my face while I was biking to the cafeteria. But at least it was sunny, and kept on being sunny the entire day.
Saturday, on the contrary, was still fairly warm. The sky was mostly gray with clouds hastily fluttering towards…. everywhere, as it seemed. The weather forecast claimed it wouldn’t rain until mid afternoon, so I biked away! With a load of books on the back carrier, which I would give to the Second Hand store, and another plastic bag with some trousers I recently had received from a friend but didn’t fit me. In the last second before I left home, I also put a rain cape in the bike-basket. If…
Halfway to the Second Hand it started to rain. No, it poured down! And we are not talking about cats and dogs here, we are talking about tigers and elephants!
I managed to drag the rain cape over my head, and tried to make it reach below my knees. Where it didn’t stay while I was biking, of course. The wind wanted it UP, the rain wanted to drown my jeans and I just wanted to reach the second-hand before I was drowned as well.
So I got there, still alive and kicking – though with half-half wet pants. My jacket and the cape had saved my upper 75 %.
I unloaded the plastic bags and then pulled the bike aside, trying to get at least some shelter until the cloudburst had continued on its path AWAY from us. I had in mind to visit the nearby food store to buy some fruit and veggies before turning back home.
Soon enough the clouds floated along, away from us. I led my bike some ten meters away from cars and people, and then was about to enter it.
The pedals were almost totally stuck.
The wheels were alright, so I led the bike to the other side of the street, and examined the situation. Had something got stuck in the wheel? At first I couldn’t see anything odd at all. But the pedals resisted all attempts to move. It had to be something!
I had secured the book bag (bookbag LOL) with a stretch band. We call that devise a “squid” since the original, many years ago, was made as a ring with 5 flexible “arms” attached to it. Nowadays it’s only one “arm” left, but we still call it a squid. Really good to secure baggage with.
Anyhow, while having my attention on the rain, on the fruit and veggies, and what to do later that day, I had forgotten about the squid. Which therefore had been hanging on the side of the bike and as such managed to get stuck in the wheel when I started to move… and nestled in on the bicycle chain.
It wasn’t difficult to get rid of that. I only had to move the bike backwards a bit, and so carefully pluck it away. It was oily and icky.
Now I could bike along, coulnd’t I?
Now the pedals peddled around all by themselves.
(itself? I came to think of that pedals actually are a pair, and English grammar can be VERY devious…)
(and I know, I invented the peddle-word… in this meaning… don’t want to sell anything… at all… )
Okay! The pedals were totally looooose… could’ve have flown away even… so NOW WHAT???
HA! The squid had forced the chain out of its place. So to speak.
Call for a taxi to take me to my usual bike mechanic?
Nope. Too expensive. Can’t do that. Will soon move to the new apartment… want to shop my… something… out then…
Walk home – almost 4 kilometers, plus further on to the mechanic 1,6 kilometers.
Are you kidding me! My legs and back would kill me for that! But I have tools back home… don’t need no mechanic… actually…
No! Still to far to walk…
BUT! I suddenly realized.
DaughterM lives only 1 km from were I stood. Maybe I could borrow the car… she’s at work… have to call first… ask… won’t ever borrow the car before telling her first…
I start walking, a couple of meters, phoning, no answer, phoning again, walk a couple of meters…
THEN IT STARTED TO RAIN AGAIN! A TOTAL CLOUDBURST TIMES TEN!!!!
Now my shoes are totally soaked, and most of the jeans legs…
I keep walking…
Beside some bushes a bit further on, I try to drag the chain back on its place…
hopeless…. all I get is dirty fingers… and they hurt…
Try to wipe it off on some leaves, and then I find an old paper tissue…
Try to phone again… and keep walking…
The raining lessens as I get closer to her house, and I think I don’t really want to mess with managing the bike into the back of the car… where on earth does she have her tool box? Has she a toolbox?!
I keep phoning… still no answers…
The rain is more moderate while I take the bike into her patio which has a roof. The sun is beginning to come through the clouds and a little bit of blue sky can be seen.
I turn the bike upside down and once again try to flex the chain over to its place on the nave. Impossible.
She still doesn’t answer the phone. I give up and decide to walk home after all. But at first I’ll go to the bathroom.
I do so, and less then one minute later I see that she had phoned me while I was in the bathroom – to where I of course didn’t bring the phone…
I called her back immediately.
I walk home. It hurts in my hips, then in my right knee, for a while in one foot, then in the other, so back to the knee again, and the ass… and then I’m home. 3,16 kilometers according to Runkeeper, and after all – it went very well! 😀
I walked faster than I thought I would! Got not as much pain as I thought I would. And not as much pain afterwards either. WOW! Thumbs up!!!
Then I fixed the chain, and after that I went out for a small biking tour. With dry clothes on, of course. Felt very proud! Especially for the walking bit. Almost exactly 4 kilometers walking! So don’t say biking can’t heal walking muscles as well as biking muscles. If you get what I mean.
And the sun was shining all the time…. until I came home after the short tour. Then the tigers and elephants broke loose again…
This story is not only about a minor chain incident. It’s also about how the spirit within can make someone (me) realize the importance of START WALKING MORE! For health benefit! To make ALL muscles stronger and more flexible. Not only those I call biking muscles. (Yes I have a lazy ass sometimes, really bone idle…)
Stress (mostly earlier) and too much sedentary (mostly earlier but also now), has caused me to develop the stiffness in my body, and it is NOT good to keep that going! I’ve said that to myself several times, but now I got proof I can do much better than I have been thinking I can!
So now it’s high time to move it, move it, and to heal all of me!
And within, I feel great!!!
The more I got confident in listening to my inner voice, the more from this inner voice I received. Now I have a daily… NO! hourly… NO! all the time conversation, with my dear spirit within.
From an outer aspect of this, it all began sometime in the eighties, when I happened to stumble upon the books written by Shirley MacLaine, Out on a limb and all the following ones. This is of course not quite true. At the bottom, we are all sons and daughters of God, and we all have Gods spirit within us. And I also remember a couple of “incidents” earlier, when God had given me thoughts that had helped me in different ways.
But somewhere we have to start, when we are about to tell our journey towards enlightenment. And to me, it must have been about then. There were plenty of books and lots to read. Besides Shirley MacLaine, there were Deepak Chopra, Shakti Gawain, Louise Hay, Wayne Dyer and lots of others.
There was a woman back then, who worked as a reflexology therapist but also was a psychic, and we, me and my two eldest daughters who where in their teens, just loved when she told us something concerning us, that she saw or felt. A couple of times I participated in group sessions and lectures, got healing massages, used stones, incense and aroma oils, learned that I was intuitive and could understand “stuff” – which I later forgot – but on the whole, for quite some years I was pretty active in this.
I read a lot concerning “New age”, it was very interesting and should really be called “Old Age” instead. I took a course and have now a diploma as reflex-zone therapist myself. I read and learned about Ayur Veda, and still only use natural herbal oils on my skin. Organic of course.
If you can eat it – you can put it on your skin; if you can’t – don’t!!!
I’ve forgotten about which year certain things happened or was done, but it doesn’t matter. I remember it all went up and down in some kind of waves. During the years I worked in the church – there were not much of spirituality at all (woooops…), and other periods of years I was very active.
When the burn-out grew within me, I had no ability to do anything, not even any spiritual efforts. Despite the fact I would probably have benefited from regular, daily meditation at least, I had no energy left to do that.
Not until I in February 2017 finally could move back to my hometown and my family, I slowly began to heal both physically and mentally. Also the spiritual side of me began to grow again. And I’m so grateful for all of that.
Since the eighties, spirituality has grown immensely all around the world. YouTube is filled with videos and sometime also audio books, of a spiritual nature. There are an immense amount of sites of different perspectives of spirituality, Podcasts. Movies. “The Secret”. It seems you can find absolutely anything and everything.
Recently I’ve listened to channeled messages. For a long time I liked to listen to “Channeling Ananda & Jesus”, to and fro I’ve followed Abraham-Hicks and…. no, I can’t repeat all the names…
A week ago, maybe 10 days, my eyes suddenly caught something on YouTube I hadn’t seen before. In big letters was written KRYON. I don’t know why my attention had awoken by this name. But it had! I got really curious and opened a random video.
And there was KRYON!
Of course I went that way, and now I AM HOOKED!!! I listen to Kryon’s teachings over and over again. From early mornings til late in the evening as much as I have the opportunity to. And I enjoy, learn and benefit a lot from listening to what Kryon has to say.
I feel great!!! It feels like I’ve taken the next step on this journey!
Sept 22, 8:50 PM
I’ve finally chosen the theme for this new blog, which I want to work with. It’s called Blocco. Oddly enough – maybe – or maybe not – I went back and chose the first one I tested.
I’ve also gone through all the images, one by one, to delete the possibility to comment on them. I’m so tired of all the spam comments on images. especially on older ones, when those people can’t comment on posts any longer. So at least there will be none of those any longer.
For the time being, nothing. I had planned to write a “real” something today, but when things happen – things happen!
But I’ll be back.
Edit – Sept 20, 10:00 PM
I’ve deleted more than half of those posts I imported, have added the theme I was aiming for, changed the colors slightly, changed the fonts, and are now adding featured images to every post.
That one is quite tiresome…
Sept 20, 4:45 PM
I had to temporarily choose a “normal” theme, where the posts follow each other in a row while scrolling, in order to more easily see which posts and images to delete.
And that’s where I am, at the moment… in the deleting phase.
Not much, really. In a way, I’ve been quite bone idle lately. Besides the ordinary “to-do’s”, what I mostly have occupied myself with, is to configure the new blog. Thus, I’ve spent a lot of time by the computer. Which is not good for the back.
It’s quite fun, but also time-consuming. The hardest part is to find a theme I like. Since I intend to mostly focus on writing, I need a theme with a fairly narrow main column. It’s much easier to read a text, and also understand what you read, if the rows aren’t too long.
That’ not easy to find. Especially not among the newer themes. “All” of them seem to be big, with broad main column and big font size. And to that – white. Always white, sleek and – boring. There are people who can make these kinds of themes really beautiful – but I’m not one of those.
There are of course exceptions, but you have to try the themes, to actually find out about that. You can never, or at least rarely, see it in beforehand, what a theme will look like until you actually have tested the ones you think might be likeable for you.
I know most of the free themes, what they look like “in action”, but now I had the possibilities to explore all the premium ones. All one hundred and ninety seven of them…
I scrolled, had a preview of some, find a couple which I liked and eventually one of them could be the one I would choose. Perhaps. The brooooaaad ones I kicked aside at once. Liked “Blocco” in many ways, but hated the widget cubicles that didn’t adapt in size if the widget itself was small. Like the “Follow button”. It looked so silly with all that empty space. And I want widgets! But I realized thanks to this, that I wanted and needed the possibility to have featured images.
I temporarily activated an old theme – old themes mostly have a narrow main column, and all the posts can be seen and scrolled through at the homepage. I needed that, to be able to see the whole post, all the text, so I easily could decide which posts I didn’t want to have on the blog. So I deleted more than half the amount of posts I had imported. Then I added featured images to the ones which were left, and I also examined the categories and deleted most of them – and instead added a couple of new ones.
I kept working until really late a couple of days in a row. Tested yet a couple of themes, had preferences to black, but not totally black, found some, liked one called Verity. But – there were always something about those themes I didn’t feel comfortable with. Even the old theme “Handmade”, which I used while browsing my posts, was actually really nice. I like many of the old ones, but I want a theme that has the possibility to show Featured images, and are shown in a way I like them to be.
Today, before noon, I started over from the beginning, exploring the newest premium themes. I opened the latest first. Named: Photo blog. Which I really didn’t think I would like. One for Photography!!! But I really got surprised! It had an acceptably narrow main column, and one of the Style Packs appealed to me. It was light but not white, and have an older flare. That was really totally okay!
So that one I can “live with” – at least for the time being. To begin with. I’ll most probably investigate most of the other premium themes, by and by, but now I feel I want to start writing something instead of fixing. I have a couple of ideas.
P.S. I still don’t like the Gutenberg editor…