• 19Jan
    Categories: Life Comments: 12

    youngmanthinking2You know, life can be pretty crappy. People cut us off in traffic, treat us like dirt, get sick and die.  We screw up, fall down, lose our tempers and find we just don’t have the money to do what we want.  We feel confused, angry, hurt, and often we just don’t understand why it all has to happen.   More to the point, why does it have to happen to us?  

    Those feelings are real.  They’re very human, and we gain nothing from telling ourselves that we shouldn’t feel them.  So, how do we feel happy in the face of this stuff going on all around us?  

    What I’ve learned is that a lot depends on my practicing “Active Gratitude.”  Active Gratitude is taking the time, every day, to list off 10 things you are really, really grateful for.  They don’t have to be big things. Some days they may be as simple as the fact that you drank a decent cup of coffee that morning, that you have a bed to sleep in, that you get to eat bananas in winter, that you get to work (and live) inside.  OK, maybe you’re laughing at me now, but there have been hard times when I’ve been grateful just for making it through the day.  The things you’re grateful for don’t have to be earth-shattering; they just have to be genuine.   

    coffeewomanI’m not saying this because I’m a naturally chipper little PollyAnna who doesn’t know the first thing about suffering.  That darkness I mentioned?  I’ve lived it.  Life has dealt me some hard blows.  Really hard.   There have been, and will continue to be, times when I want to hurt someone for the injustices they’ve inflicted on others (including  me).  That I wanted to rage at the sky or dig myself into a big hole and never come out.  But those times are very rare, and they’re getting rarer all the time.  And the little stuff? The jerk who cuts me off in traffic, the ungrateful sod who faults me for my offer of help, the flooded basement, or the broken vase that belonged to a beloved relative?  Those things have become more than manageable. 

    Yes, the bad things suck.  And yes, there are things that are serious (and I promise we’ll talk about specific issues in another post).   But Active Gratitude helps us put those things in their place and not let them consume us.  It helps us see that they are only one part of life.  We can handle them.    But for now let’s remember: When it’s all said and done, troubling issues are only part of our existence.  In the other part of our existence we are well and truly lucky to be alive, especially right here and right now.  We live in a time and place where we can choose amazing things to eat, stay warm, meet people, and find information on anything we chose to learn.  Should we fall, we have social services to assist us, police to protect us, health care to heal us and food to make us strong.  And, let’s face it, there is something to be said for not having to live in the woods and wipe our butts with leaves.  The simple fact that you are reading this right now means that you have access to power, technology, free time, the ability to read and the intelligence to understand.  All of these are very precious gifts.  Always remember that.

    pollyannaOK. Maybe you’re growling at me right now and thinking “friggin perky person!”  Maybe you think this sounds idealistic and silly. Maybe you’ve been legitimately wronged.  Maybe someone you love is ill or dying. Maybe you are.  Maybe you think that your problems are too big for such a simplistic solution.  But they’re not.  Chances are, your feelings are about something that happened in the past, something you anticipate happening in the future, or someone who you really have no control over.  What you do have control over is right now. Right this minute.  Always, you have this one precious minute, and in this minute you can allow yourself to feel grateful. 

    boyinsnowSo the next time you feel angry, the next time you feel sad, the next time you feel unsafe, take a little time to focus on the amazing things you have in your life.  Even better, do this every day, at least once, for no reason at all.  (Personally, I like to do it before I go to sleep.  Often I do it before a meal. )  Remember that accidents happen, that people get sick and die because it’s part of life, and immerse yourself in the feeling of gratitude. Right here, right now, today.  Because really, today is where we are. Today is what we’ve got. And it’s worth a hell of a lot.

  • 14Jan
    Categories: Life Comments: 6

    A Twitter friend of mine recently wrote that people had mistaken his avatar’s birthday for his. A common mistake, I’m sure. His tweet on the subject, however, prompted me to respond with “Interesting new social question: How much ARE we our avatars?” Not surprisingly, his response came back “Hmm yes intriguing! And how much are we kidding ourselves… ?? Care to write a post on it? I know I will…”Honestly, the thought had never occurred to me, but then he’s much cleverer about these things than I am. So, in honor of the ‘non-birthday’ of @timbuckteeth, Steve’s avatar, I thought I’d give it a shot.

    Before we delve too deep into this question, I should confess right up front that I’m a bit of a poser. Ever since I was a little girl I’ve enjoyed dressing up. Dolls bored me. Why dress up a bit of plastic when you have your own living, breathing mannequin as close as your own heartbeat? Remember dressing up? With a bit of fabric and a lot of imagination you could be anyone or anything. I still have a picture of a 6 year-old me, dressed only in a pair of white underwear and scarves tied around my ankles and wrists, dancing around the living room a la Isadora Duncan. (Tell anyone that and I may have to kill you.)

    My point? (Yes, please let’s get back to that.) My point is that I was experimenting, even then, with alternate versions of ’self.’ As I got older, I developed passions for acting, singing, and, ultimately, the field of communication. Needless to say, I never lost my interest in fashion, glamour and vintage clothes. I have always loved having a body. I loved using it to express thoughts, feelings and ideas. I loved using it to understand others.

    So, let’s fast forward to today and @timbuckteeth, Steve’s avatar. What is an avatar, really, but yet another way to play dress-up? And aren’t we playing dress-up all the time? Every day we make choices about how we want to be seen, both by others and by ourselves. We play with hairstyles, clothing, postures, facial expressions and any number of tools that broadcast a message about who we are. It’s a game for most of us. We can’t help it; it’s part of being human. In this light the question of avatars is not modern. Avatars are just one more manifestation of a habit as old as humankind itself.

    OK, I can hear some of you now. You’re saying “No, I’m always myself.” Rightly so. But I have to ask: If this is true, why do we change our hair, change our clothing, bother with style and moderate our voices for different contexts? Why do we dress differently for different occasions? We do it to communicate a different message about ourselves. I put on a suit to communicate that I understand the business context and can play the game. I put on a little black dress and pearls to show respect to a person, situation or institution. At a party I’m OK with sitting on the floor, legs all over the place, but I’d never do it at work. Have you ever met anyone who was exactly the same in all situations? Which begs the question: If we change ourselves regularly, who are we?

    I’ve come to believe that the problem with this question lies in expecting a single answer. We aren’t one single “us.” We are complex, multifaceted and ever changing. It is human nature to constantly absorb information, learn new things, have experiences, and age. From situation to situation we want to communicate different aspects of ever evolving selves. Buddhists say “You can’t step twice in the same river.” The same goes for who we are. We can never, ever, be the same person twice, even if we want to be. It is a distinctly human gift that we can see ourselves, and others, change - moment to moment, situation to situation. And honestly, it can be such a kick. So go ahead: Try it. If you never have, let go of the idea that you are who you are. Give yourself more freedom to play. Wear something you’ve always wanted to. Identify more closely with your inner avatar. After all, it’s all just part of beautiful, complicated you.

    Happy Birthday, @timbuckteeth. Give my love to Steve.

    Alexandra

    Update: Read Steve’s response at http://tinyurl.com/a8qmas

  • 06Jan
    Categories: Knitting, Life Comments: 3

    I’m sitting here, still and serene as a willow on a still summer night. I have nowhere to be, for the moment. Nothing to do, no-one to please. The house is quiet, and I am enchanted by the sheer simplicity of it.

    We Buddhists have a saying “Precious human birth, free and well-favoured.” This is one of those moments when I am intensely aware of the truth of this. My body is a gift. No, not in a “thank god I have a cute ass and my breasts are still where they were when I was 18” kind of way, but in a “Holy crap isn’t it wonderful to feel what I feel” kind of way.

    It’s amazing, really. As a human, I get to sit here and feel how wonderfully soft and supportive the bed is under my butt. My healthy, long legs get to stretch out and feel the caress of my oh-so soft socks around my feet. I feel the weight of my cat, still, soft, yet infused with the gravitas which is her unique personality. Yes, I can feel that in the way she sits on me. She and I share the gentle fluffiness of the down duvet that surrounds us.

    The air in here smells slightly of wool. The same wool my delightfully dexterous fingers are making into a scarf for my love. I breathe it in and hold it in my belly, where it resides comfortably, with the satisfied feeling of a belly full of toast, peanut butter and wild cherry jam. Bliss.

    There is a light above me. A soft, glowy light that playfully mimics real source of illumination in the room – the forcefully enthusiastic light of the sun bouncing off the windowledge. I have not dressed yet, so the curtains are shut, but the sun will not be denied. It backlights the curtains, throwing joyfully illuminated patterns into the room. It thrusts itself around the edges of the fabric, calling me.

    I think about the sun. The sun is the source of all this. Were it not for the sun there would be no warmth, no light, no life. And it pushes on. It lives valiantly, unashamed and strong, moment by moment ,it just IS. I am grateful to the sun for making my small life possible. For making all our lives possible. Too soon I will be caught up in deadlines, in other people’s demands, in running around like a monkey on crack, but for now I just want to sit and revel in this. I want to honour the sun by just BEING. That is it’s lesson. Just to get on and BE.

    My dear Mother used to quote Shakespeare. She particularly liked this line from Hamlet: “This above all: to thine own self be true. Then must follow, like the night the day, though canst be false to no man.” The sun knows this, and we do well to remember it, too. As I go through my day, I will hold this in my heart. I will be like the sun: unashamedly true to my own pure nature, living moment to moment in my physical being, getting on with whatever the day brings. I will SHINE.

    Hope you shine, too. I’d love to hear about it.

  • 01Jan
    Categories: Life Comments: 1

    It would be cliché to talk about new beginnings here, this being New Year’s Day and my first post and all. So we won’t. Instead, sitting wrapped in a quilt on this blizzardy day, I’m caught by the idea of brightness and life.

    Life is full of bright, shiny moments that take your breath away.  And luminous ones that shine gently, inviting further enquiry. When we talk of anger, we talk of blazing heat. When inspired, we have a bright idea. Depth of understanding gets labelled brilliance. Even sadness evokes a dull, soft glow.

    It is these moments of light that define the experience of being human. They take us beyond being mere biological machines and make us the complex creatures we are. This blog is about looking at these moments. It is about the wild, brilliant ride of simple human life - my life, and the lives of those who touch me. Welcome to the Brightness of Being.