I told myself a story that wasn’t true based on my interpretation of what I read and my own personal lens. I deceived myself by believing what I wanted to believe.
The dogs haven’t learned that they will never, ever win in their desire to rid our yard, or our village, of squirrels. In their quest to alter reality, these dogs take after their adopted mother: me.
Rather than expecting everyone to view reality as we do, I’m wondering if we can be open, curious even, to asking questions in a sincere, nonjudgmental way about why someone holds particular opinions or interpretations of reality.
Bringing home a puppy is inviting chaos and a lot of extra work into your home. It’s also saying, “I do” to more love and joy, and that’s what I want, regardless of my age.
I want more joy in 2024, and I’m coming to realize that joy will have little if anything to do with my circumstances. Recognizing the difference between reality and the stories I tell myself about it is key to having more joy.
The idea of going somewhere for Christmas makes me think that the link between home and holidays has more to do with connection than it does with location. It might be time to rethink what that means for our holiday celebrations.
I’ve made a practice of building cairns as a way of reminding myself that this day is important, not because I necessarily accomplished everything on my to-do list but because I won’t see another day quite like this one again.
With the lack of street lighting combined with the fog machine, lots of people, and the distraction of artistic Halloweenery, our group found it hard to stay together. I was following someone I thought was my husband, only to realize that it was someone I didn’t know.
There’s the idea that suffering is what makes it possible for us to experience joy, much the same way that darkness allows us to notice light. It’s built into our experience of life.
From my perspective, he’s safe: I’ve got him on a leash, and I’m not going to let him fall into the sewer opening. He knows this but has forgotten. From his limited perspective, he thinks that the only thing keeping him from the dark underground is himself.
When it comes to the media or social media content we consume, the algorithm takes whatever we’re into and gives us more of it. While that can save us time, it also narrows our scope of information, for better or worse.
When we make mistakes, we can either put them out of our minds and try to forget them, or we can use what we learn from them to choose differently in the future.
We have to consider the possibility that maybe we’re not right or as right as we thought. We have to let go of the wish to persuade and instead, risk the possibility that we might be changed.
If redemption, that act of being saved, is built into what makes me afraid, then it offers me a steady space to stand, regain my balance, and trust that I’ll know at the right time exactly what to do next.
The mystery of resurrection is built into the world where what is buried somehow results in new life, and life changing form is something I can sense but not explain.
Kawdigoo suggests that when life is muddied up, you need keep doing the things that promote stillness and settling, if not in your environment, then at least inside of you.
Making sure to take a whole rest or a whole breath isn’t selfish. It’s filling the bucket for those full, four beats so that we can put on the hat (or half rest) of activity and exhale our offerings into the lives of other people.
I’ve heard it said that country music manages to tell a story in just a few minutes, and I’ve seen how it takes a life truth and puts legs on it, not to mention a catchy tune to help us all remember it.