If you can see your path laid out in front of you step by step, you know it’s not your path. Your own path you make with every step you take. That’s why it’s your path.-—Joseph Campbell

Posts tagged ‘letting go’

Pictures of My Day

flower child dreams--drawn while listening to the inauguration

flower child dreams–drawn while listening to the inauguration

moving through the day--from one support to the next

moving through the day–from one support to the next


Going Within

nightpagesGo within every day and find the inner strength so that the world will not blow your candle out.
Katherine Dunham

The heart beats.  The lungs breathe.  The brain thinks.

In sitting meditation I breathe, my heart beats, the thoughts flit in and out.

But the thoughts… I need more help letting them go.

Writing meditation, timed writing, learned from Natalie Goldberg.  Take a topic…a spinning thought.  Set the timer for ten minutes.  Put pen to paper.  Do not think.


A Deep Let-Go

Don’t try to force anything. Let life be a deep let-go. God opens millions of flowers everyday without forcing their buds ~ Osho

Monday was hard, even being semi-retired.

I visit a sixth grade language arts class first thing in the morning.  The young teacher is having the same problems I had as a new teacher.  How does a teacher convince twelve-year-olds of her authority when she is only ten years older?

I spin through my mental files and leave her with a few specific ideas that might help her pre-adolescents focus on choosing the correct pronouns when their minds are on how to get the attention of their classmates.

Unfortunately my mental spin cycle becomes stuck and continues to generate ideas long after I’ve driven away from the middle school.  I have other things to think about, but the harder I try to let go the faster I spin.

Writing is a release for me, so I put some of these ideas on paper.  This time seeing my words on paper just gives me more ideas.  Breathe.

Changing settings sometimes works, so I run to the grocery store for bread.  As soon as I return home the thoughts return.

I pick up the book I need to finish for the book club discussion, but can’t focus.

Osho says “a deep let-go.”  Let go of little Ms. Responsible.  The hammock is totally not on my to-do list.  In minutes I’m stretched out enjoying the mild late summer breeze and I realize the world will be fine without me for a little while.

Listening to Learn

Learning to Listen

Listening for Lessons

A Teacher and her Writing Practice

Writing Is My Drink

slake your thirst; find your voice


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