make the additional raised beds in the garden
so I can plant the rest of the seeds & seedlings
cut out a quilt
finish a beaded hankie
vacum
mop
eat breakfast
let the dogs out
get ready for work
make sure I'm ready for the class I'm teaching tonight
eat breakfast
And then my own words come back to me...are we human beings or human doings?... and I'm conflicted.
I think we should be human beings but hide in the human doing. Take me for example. Right now, if I would just stop and "be" I'd "be" alone with my thoughts and feelings. While some of those thoughts and feelings are good; how lovely the beads of dew on the tips of the pine needles looks, how deep my love for Mike feels or how good my coffee tastes, some are very hard and uncomfortable and I'm not really excited to hang out with those. This where the doing comes in.
When I'm doing, I'm not being. I'm Scarlet O'Hara saying, "I can't think about that now. If I do, I'll go crazy. I'll think about that tomorrow." And then tomorrow comes and I don't think about it. I just keep on doing. Hoping to out run the discomfort as it rolls along picking up debris and becoming more powerful.
I'm not saying we should cast aside our chore lists. We all have things that need doing. It's the intent which needs to be examined. It's about mindfulness and being present. It's about why we do what we do to be who we are, if we even know who we are.
It's a lot to think about on a pretty spring morning and I'm going to let Rumi sum it up while I go off to sit on my steps with another cup of coffee.
Peace everyone,
Karen
This being human is a guest house.
Every morning a new arrival.
A joy, a depression, a meanness,
some momentary awareness comes
as an unexpected visitor.
Welcome and entertain them all
even if they’re a crowd of sorrows,
who violently sweep your house
empty of its furniture.
Still treat each guest honourably,
he may be clearing you out
for some new delight.
The dark thought, the shame, the malice,
meet them at the door laughing,
and invite them in.
Be grateful for whoever comes,
because each has been sent
as a guide from beyond.
~Rumi
6 comments:
Ok, this is too weird. I was working with a very old patient yesterday who knew of a ball team called "Whiskey Jacks" and he thought it was so cool he wanted to get a hat from them. Then he went into great detail explaining what a Whiskey Jack was. Then...yesterday I think...I was visiting with a group of ladies and one said, "Are we human beings or human doings?" And so begins the cosmic link between Bemidji and Vermillion. But...I'll bet you don't have an insurance adjuster named Dick Sundae.
No I don't have an insurance adjuster named Dick Sundae be we do know some dicks and I do like Sundaes.
So, holy connected universes Becca. What did that guy tell you a Whiskey Jack was?
It looks like Mike has a note geared up (ahead of your writing I might add) to tell you all what Mike and Karen say Whiskey Jack Flats is.
Cosmically yours,
Karen
Karen, I've never posted anything on a blogsite before and don't know if this will come through anyway. Like I told Mike on e-mail, I'm computer illiterate. Before I forget, I finally as you can see I hope, found the blogspot. I have read all the post and realize that I'm out of your league in writing.
I did enjoy the one about 'Fog" and am reminded that as a family Sharon, Zoe, Mike and I have never really enjoyed the close focus of the fog. We are at odds with only Mike and I making an attempt at being in the 'fog' setting. Does that make sense? I am to blame for the disfunction and I suffer every day knowing I'm on my own here. If this gets through please know that we here down south have a big support network going for Mike and we are all positive.
Love you guys and keep us posted!
Big brother and Judy
Rumi Rocks!
Hey Big Bro and Sis Judy,
Welcome aboard! Glad you made it and looking forward to seeing you here. Thanks for being brave enough to tag along on our journey.
Families are strange things to be sure. The things that drive them apart can be so small and what can bring them back together is usually so strange and unexpected and therein lies the beauty. You just can't out run love.
Karen
Terry,
Give it up, You are not to blame. Families are not individuals, but made up of a group of people with different perspectives, spirits, likes and dislikes. When something goes wrong it is rarely because of what one person did or did not do. There is or should be, plenty of blame for everyone. In a family, none stand truly alone or apart and that is the beauty and the beast of these situations. My own family is a great example of this. You did not create what you feel is wrong, all by yourself and you, by yourself,cannot fix what is wrong. I am afraid when it comes to loving solutions we should consider ourselves lucky if we have most of the people working together. Waiting for a consensus of everyone to join in on a solution can be a long wait. -Mike
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