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Weekend in the countryside

Monday, April 18th, 2011

Muscle fever or DOMS (Delayed onset muscle soreness) is probably the only painful experience that makes me smile and triggers cheerful memories because all that sweet discomfort means I spent the previous days using more of my body than usual, living more of me.

All of that is especially precious if my feet walked more and my arms lifted more weight due to doing something useful, something that made other soul’s life smoother, more relaxed and we all got richer on various levels.

Such was this weekend. Our friends needed help in their huge garden in the countryside and we needed more fresh, sun bathed air and direct contact with springing soil.

Waking up into a green horizon glittering under the mighty Sun turns concrete cityborn cape of redundant mind loops into a dust that soon disperses with the gentle morning breeze.

Everything suddenly makes more sense especially when ingredients for lunch are picked directly from the nearby meadow where wild edibles grow undisturbed from any man’s directives.

We also visited their friends who live almost completely secluded from the nearest village, on a hill, surrounded with woods and fields.

All their food comes from only few meters away from their house, fresh and organic. One of their daughters is an excellent student who doesn’t mind commuting every day to the city because the energy she gets in these surroundings contributes to the clarity of her mind, the food she eats at this home makes her body strong and energized for all she undertakes.

Her mind is probably rarely „foggy“ and I imagine that anxiety and depression is something she reads about in the books and… muscle fever? Yes, it’s the same old story about the grass being greener somewhere else yet… Well, I doubt her arms are ever this achy like mine today when lifting only a cup of coffee. Even though I exercise every day, no body position and muscle training can replace working in a garden, using muscles while breathing fresh, scented air, walking on a soil abundant with life while gazing at the springing trees buzzing with bees.

Cooperation, harmony, enoughness.

Reality, meaningfulness, contentfulness.

So now, upon return to the city, how can I consider this muscle fever anything but joyful? Every time I lift my arm, so many resourceful anchors fire up and make me smile, bringing me into a state that disables the creation of a new concrete cape and helps to find the best way of dealing with what’s in front of me, right here and right now.

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Leaves of Grass

Wednesday, March 30th, 2011

All is here, just as I put my head closer to my knees while my feet sink into the soft morning soil.

All is here, crystal clear; no leaf of grass imagining it is a tree, no tree wishing to squeeze into a form of one juicy, green leaf.

Everything here is crystal clear.

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It is…

Tuesday, March 29th, 2011

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Feeling blue?

Sunday, February 13th, 2011

Feeling blue? I mean, really  f e e l i n g  the colour blue? What is in all it’s tints, shades and tones? The first image that comes to my mind is spaciousness that mirrors the size of possibilities, serenity that enables acknowledgment of choice and free will…

Is my truth just a reflection of someone else’s standpoint

or am I allowing to feel myself and the given moment?

Blue encourages me in requestioning, reevaluating my current belief systems.

So… Feeling blue? Yes?

Good times.

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Transition

Wednesday, February 9th, 2011

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While walking by…

Thursday, January 13th, 2011

Hopefilling rays of sunshine suddenly intertwined with naked branches and the wavy base of the trees in the park, offering a timely resort and mellowing a chilly winter day.  Both sight and feeling of the moment glued me to one spot as if aware the Sun might slip under the clouds soon and the magic would be gone.

But there was no fear of loosing it for that was one of those occasions when any predictions, anticipations or reasoning are gone and one isn’t really participating consciously in anything, yet, at the same time, being entirely immersed in everything.

While writing this my mind is working hard (careful there, not always a good thing to do!), rummaging through the archives to find the suitable words for describing all that but to no avail. As often, there are no appropriate words coming out to describe some experience (with) in the Nature, and the invented compounds might be misleading, even for myself while reading this later, when in need for Reminders.

Regardless, I’m leaving this log, short of right words, to remind me on that feeling of hopefulness, pure joy, vigorousness that followed… Immeasurable, like the gratefulness that still, several hours after that unplanned “wellness treatment” fills my entire being with pleasant, comforting and smiley warmth.

 

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A True Healer…revisited

Tuesday, October 12th, 2010

Nature throws no disempowering words at you and no comments with intention to impose a feeling of guilt; there is no judgement in the wood’s breeze, just a perfect, gentle reminder that helps cast off the filters of dis-ease so we are able to regain the awareness of balance that already is, has been and will be.

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At Noon

Tuesday, September 14th, 2010

Siesta…

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Sad-mad-sad sandwich, part two

Saturday, August 21st, 2010

Just one of the ways to recover; gain a new perspective on a matter that was occupying my mind… There are many other, quicker and handier ones that make the mind reframe the chosen reality, bring to halt the uncreative loops, sort the things out and get a new perspective but this one felt so right yesterday… Nature heals, cleanses, nurtures… All we have to do is to allow that…

Ah, yes, the “inevitable good” that comes out of the chaos and the “sad-mad-sad sandwich” revealed itself that very night, a few moments after I wrote that text. New realizations, new insights…

Not one, but many of them and they keep coming like a refreshing stream of new perspectives. As many times before: what seems like end of an era is actually a beginning of a new one.

We all know that yet and it happens whether we realize it or not at the time, but still… “It’s nice to get that confirmation”.

Every time I think of or say that sentence I get giggles because it triggers a memory on one event that occurred more than ten years ago: we were checking out of a hotel and one by one, members of the group were returning the keys of their rooms and sorting out if they had any extra services to cover. When the youngest in the group handed over his key and the receptionist checked the data in the computer and told him he is free to go (i.e. no extra payments) he joyously shouted: “Yes!”. We laughed and asked him what that was about, didn’t he already know he didn’t use any of the extra services offered by the hotel and he said: “Yes, I did know that, but it’s nice to get a confirmation.”

Yes, well, sometimes it is so.

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A Shortcut…

Monday, August 16th, 2010

… Or just an opportunity for a different perspective, broadening the view, experiencing different sides…?

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