Upon Seeing Video of My Friend in the Wind

thirty-five to forty mile per hour winds
with gusts
her hair looked like 
it would blow off her head
i told her
your cares all blew away
she seemed fine without them

we hold our cares
so close
we hold on tight
so they won't blow out of our heads
i tell you
i want my cares to blow away
i think i'll be fine without them

Lessons from a Tiny Tree

Lessons from a Tiny Tree

Leave your gifts

with no tag announcing "to" or "from."

Don't solidify yourself as the giver

because, without the whole world's help,

what would you have to give? Joy can be offered

in the least likely places. Let it shine through

your being like rays from the sun. You never know who

might need to find a hidden treasure today.

Carol Barrow

January, 2017

Do You Hear What I Hear?

I have resurfaced after four months of intense study and writing in preparation for a teleconference talk I gave mid-December.

I had never given an hour-long talk before. I had given very few talks of any length or kind. When I accepted the offer to speak, it was not because I believed I had an hour's worth of words in me, and it wasn't because I felt confident about my ability to create and offer a talk. My willingness came from two things. One, I had been going deeply into a practice of listening and I thought it might be helpful for others. Two, I knew that this would be a good stretch for me.

The months of practice and preparation were intense and beautiful. I am grateful for the fact that I had the time to invest in such a life-changing experience.

I named my talk, Do You Hear What I Hear? It was about "pure listening." I see pure listening to be not only a practical skill in our world, especially in these times, but also a practice that helps to reveal our natural essence. 

My definition of pure listening: 

Pure listening is putting down our agendas, our need to be right, our need to be anything, opening ourselves to the fullness of life. We open to receive not only the words of others, but also the sensations in our bodies, and the messages from our environment. 

We receive these messages purely, as they are offered, without piling on our opinions and reactions, listening to what shows up in the moment. And this listening happens through our whole being.

I often refer to listening as whole being pure listening because we receive messages through all of our senses. So, when I speak of pure listening, I'm not limiting the listening to just the hearing of sounds through our ears. 

French philosopher, Jean Klein said it much more succinctly when he said, "Listening has no center, it is multi-dimensional welcoming.” 

If you would like to listen to my talk, you can do that here:

October

It is an experience that I share with so many. My twin boys were due in October, but born in August, one a preemie — now a tall and gentle soul of a man — the other born still.

It is a powerful force that, all of these Octobers later, can still bury me in leaves of depression so thick it takes weeks to find my way out.

It is beautiful that this month of October, 2016, so far, has been kind to my head — the leaves gentle, graceful, and allowing the view of the clear blue sky.

It is precious that today I read for the first time that October is Pregnancy and Infant Loss Awareness Month. This declaration was made on October 15, 1988, seven years to the day after my due date. The exact month and year that hell visited my head for the first time, only to continue on through every October.

Except not this year. Not as of October 18th, 2016.

It is a stunning show of grace that I now know that, should depression still visit this month or any month again, I can do it. I can look it in the face, embrace it, and love it, be it. No more resistance to the wisdom of the body. This woman-animal is willing to trust life, and to allow her native voice to speak its truth. Bring it on. Or don't bring it on. I am fine, either way.

Butterfly Socks!

If you have been a reader of this blog for a little while, you have read about my dear Betty who recently passed. I have been known to call her Betty of the Butterflies (links to previous posts about Betty can be found below the photo).

Recently I bought a Fair Trade camisole, and in the package was a piece of paper that said Free Socks. A web address was given, but no further explanation. I went to the website, and there I saw that I could get a free pair of socks, "as long as supplies last". It would take weeks. I forgot about it. It took about a week, and today in my mailbox... BUTTERFLIES! And, look! They were knit in a WIND powered factory. Sweatshop free. Organic.

Thank you, Betty, for sending these from wherever you may be. I love you always.

Previous posts about Betty:

http://spontaneouslypresent.blogspot.com/2015/03/betty-of-butterflies.html
http://spontaneouslypresent.blogspot.com/2016/07/butterflies-and-angels.html
http://spontaneouslypresent.blogspot.com/2016/08/fly-free.html

Peach Trilogy Epilogue

Last night. The last of this year's peaches. 

We had enough peaches to last into September! 

Saying goodbye was a happy occasion.

I'm not going to think about it anymore.