A lesson in walking…

Written by oceana on August 24th, 2011

I hurt my feet (and then they were hurting me for several years)…

I had to change my pace and walk slower, mind more closely where I am going and avoid surfaces that might hit the specific sore spots on my feet. When it became frustrating to be so cautious I decided to turn it into a game: let’s see how many ways there are to make a step… Toes-heel, heel-toes and tons more… And when I’d hit the painful spot anyway and my leg would fall out of control I’d make it as if I was dancing… with reckless abandon…

I decided (yes, again, it’s always about the decision what meaning we give to specific situations) this painful situation with my feet was a metaphor for my “business steps” and where and how I “walked in life” in general, so I was teaching myself the new ways of doing my job(s), studying more as well as learning to be more relaxed, more at ease with the unexpected, handling the surprises, more flexible and just letting go of the old and allowing the new insights. Of course I went beyond metaphors, too and learned more about muscles and bones, about various therapeutic techniques…  Exploring the situation from all angles and still pondering endlessly on what I did wrong and how to avoid it “next time” and then…

All that might have been valuable analysing yet then a reminder of Thich Nhat Hanh’s thoughts arrived:  “ Walk as if you are kissing the earth with your feet…” , and a smile spread all over my face…

For a moment I dropped all the analysing and just enjoyed the loving, gentle lightness invoked by those words…

Sometimes one gets overwhelmed by engaging in all the mind work, the paradox of working hard to learn how to relax.

O, yes, I could have analysed those Hanh’s words as well and could have found at least ten more messages in it, saving some in the files with various labels where I keep updates on numerous techniques and methods for improving the quality of life yet I decided not to and instead just allowed the feelings of lightness and love to spread all over me, for no logical reason at all…

And it felt so good…

Just like a very deep state of bliss, a meditation, breathing technique, a graceful prayer of gratitude, all in one.

Whatever way I do it, it is always beneficial to occasionally let go of all the research, all the open and hidden messages, meanings and lessons or just remind myself: “Walk as if you are kissing the earth with your feet”…

And I do. And every time it’s a different and a wonder-full experience.

Even if it’s just for a moment or two, I feel so good and afterwards I’m ready to go back to whatever I was doing, refreshed on so many levels to keep on walking…

I hurt my feet and then they were teaching me all sorts of lessons for several years yet the most valuable one was to find that lightness in-between the “courses”, that feeling of loving gentleness, that serenity… like when walking as if kissing the earth with my feet.

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A Very Bearable Lightness Of Being

Written by oceana on August 16th, 2011

Via the roads less known…

Unlocking the doors of different worlds…

Where perspective changes and three seems like one…

Where changes are accepted and transformations are a natural process of living…

And a peaceful closure of what’s behind, purified path towards restful dreams and a new day.

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Being.

Written by oceana on August 1st, 2011

Some moments, minutes, hours, maybe even a day or more of any units of our agreed pattern of time measurement, can feel like an extraordinary present. I feel like saying – those are times for celebration, those are the birthdays… Maybe they happen when that extra mile is walked without really thinking of doing it – someone up there must be doing the math, not me, not us. Maybe those moments, those birthdays mark our growth line; expansion of our hearts, the number of laughs with members of our soul family, the length and width of our walks and talks… Or maybe none of those, just pure awareness of deeply and highly living in the moment, being present. Being. Present.

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Sunday afternoon

Written by oceana on July 4th, 2011

Only thirty km from the glittering Mediterranean sea surrounded by hot white stones and square, concrete buildings, away from the city, up the curvy road and then down the hill an amazing sight opens – a lush green planet of wide green fields and tall, large trees nourished by river Cetina.

Meeting such two different worlds in half an hour can have a tremendous effect on one’s state of mind. In one word: joy – joy for witnessing the gorgeous diversity of nature (and culture), two worlds so close to each other yet so different and each precious in its own way.

Silence. Serenity. Spaciousness.

No glossy city reflections, no urge to overtake… Here, everything has a softer, gentler, wider pace.

A few more turns, deeper into the valley, several horses found their way of connecting with other species offering lessons in gentle playfulness, patience and gracefulness.

Precious moments, a wonderful Sunday afternoon in the country.

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On Twitter

Written by oceana on June 18th, 2011

So, I’ve joined the network called Twitter.

“Welcome to 2011, darling.”

“Ah, things like that existed hundreds of years ago just functioned on a different level. More on telepathic…” It was more of “that look” chat.

My Soulmate knows me too well. I’ve also resisted Myspace and Facebook for some time just because “everyone” was on it. The moment something takes a mass-following-proportions (it could be a film, a book or whatever), a sort of alarm fires up in me even though I love networking. I just have moments of acting like a concerned hermit who likes to analyze too much before accepting anything. It’s just a pattern that saves me from spreading too thin, I guess. Surely, those moments sometimes last for quite a while but time is a stretchy, personal unit, anyway and it is there to allow space for learning more about oneself (often in order to change – for the better, of course). Yes, now I admit I find Facebook pretty useful since many of my friends and people I like to stay in touch with live far away and I don’t get to see them often, so reading their updates regularly and seeing their photos from the currant fun time or getting to know their family and friends better even in this way is precious.

And now Twitter. Who is it for and why?

I am still figuring it out. My Soulmate keeps telling me he finds it interesting and useful. Well, surely there are loads of his peers, programmers on all web networks sharing latest discoveries of their minds and technologies, still for me…

First I used the search option to find many of maximum 140 character short posts about things I was interested in. Not much different than any search engine yet here it was short, concise and often with a link to wider descriptions plus you quickly get a picture who is behind a post; a person with similar interests, a company with open agenda or even someone you know personally.  It makes a same reference to be considered quite differently and helps get to the fields of interests directly, without first having to deal with flashy front lines of someone else’s idea of what “should” interest you before you reach the desired destination.

I’ve also found some of the people whose work I appreciate and it is lovely to receive updates on their work from their personal perspective and not just as quotes on quotes. Quotes are o.k. at certain moments, as reminders, yet I rather hear how a certain quote influenced someone’s life in particular, what beneficial changes a certain phrase brought to him or to her.

Changes… And… There! An opportunity of one soon presented itself. The Challenge for Ms Ooh, Ooh I Am So Not. The thing is that if you want to get updates from certain people you have to click the button that says „follow“ and thus you become their “follower“ on Twitter. Er… Follower? Sounds guruish. Not my thing. Ha! Do I smell a challenge here? However, that’s the linguistic approach on the network called „Twitter“ so if I wanted to explore it I had to accept certain rules. Right. What to do but change the meaning of the word „follow“ in my mind? Few minutes of some reframing and I was smiling at my own recent states. (O.K. I did more than that as I also used this as an opportunity to dig deeper and realize why do I resist that word so much yet explanation of that process and it’s results would require writing several posts if not a book!) The letters haven’t changed their shape or sequence while forming a word but my perception of it’s meaning has changed.

I love words. I love how we can change a context and a certain word can change our inner worlds. „We change“, „I“, „you“… I’ve already mentioned on this blog that when I write „you“ or „we“ I mean „I“. And I find the „I“ in other people’s posts. Mirrors all around.

So I’m discovering many mirrors on Twitter. Some of them might not even be aware how some of their tweets (!) might have reflected or brought a smile to an unknown face. There are many things we don’t need to know as there are many we benefit from by bringing them into our daily awareness. It’s all about balancing between the known and unknown. All we need comes our way, anyway. Sometimes it takes chasing Kairos’ hair yet those moments of avoiding a touch of serendipitous moment are also challenges to learn from, so there is a gain in every way.

A few days on Twitter already brought me some new challenges, i.e. some new opportunities to question several patterns I’ve previously chosen to explore.

Also, as previously on the network called „Facebook“, some friends get reconnected via Twitter and searching on certain topic can bring more interesting/useful results on Twitter than on other search engines as far as time efficiency is concerned.

All in all, I’ve decided I like it so far. As long as I do, I’ll see it as a contribution to this time and space, another way of people sharing their thoughts, exchanging ideas, learning, finding new peers, connecting and reconnecting.

Yes, of course, element of fun must be included and so far it is so.

There. I think this might be the longest text I’ve posted on this blog so far. Thoughts described with so many words usually don’t end up on my blogs, why now? Hm… Now, there is a challenge: analyzing that in less than 140 characters?

Sharing is caring.
May be if we decide that’s what it means to us and allow it. We get what we focus on, anyway ;).

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Early morning pick

Written by oceana on May 29th, 2011

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Zuzana

Written by oceana on May 23rd, 2011

The first time we met was in Ian’s garden in London. She was climbing a tree, working with the playful branches and helping them to stay healthy and beautiful in all that living in the city involves. I first looked at the tree and then at her. Once I was convinced the tree was safe I gave her full attention.

It was one of those „we’ve must have met before“ feelings that got stronger when I heard her singing and playing mbira.

What is a British girl of Czech descendants doing with a traditional instrument from Zimbabwe?  Whatever your heart allows – would be an appropriate short answer. The longer one would be: proving that one’s soul is not bound to current geographical or historical boundaries.

After falling in love with mbira sound she spent some time in Zimbabwe learning from the masters of mbira playing, participating at their rituals, creating even stronger connection with that simple yet powerful instrument.

An instrument is just a tool, asleep piece of creation until taken into the right hands when its latent energies are awaken.

And Zuzana’s hands on mbira and her voice do exactly that – awaking listener’s with open hearts, reminding them of other realities of our multi dimensional living.

Surely, the latter can also be achieved just by standing by a tree, painting, dancing or in many other different ways – we are blessed with possibilities and a combination of friends ( i.e. family members we choose through life), a tree and music happens to be an excellent one.

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Weekend in the countryside

Written by oceana on 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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Reminder of Happiness

Written by oceana on April 6th, 2011

If I was to describe today’s moments while walking by and through the abundance of… everything, abundance of Life in all forms and shapes, I would just pull out this image and remember the joyous buzz that was all around… I would… As I am, now.

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Leaves of Grass

Written by oceana on 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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