Baha, fail.

My, what a faithful blogger I've been. :) I wish I could say I've just been too busy filling my days with exciting shenanigans, but that would be a lie. I won't bore you with the deets, but I can sum it up in a few words: work, sleep, contemplating my life.

I'm glad today is Monday because it's my favorite little "daily." Meditation. I had a moment today when I was thinking about nothing. I was staring at the top of my shoe, quite literally with nothing on my mind. It was so nice because rarely do I have a moment when my brain isn't on hyper drive. From the simplest thought about what to have for dinner to what I'm going to do with my life. Everything is on a constant loop, even as I type this, it's all playing in the background, nudging me to give it my undivided attention. So much of the time, I have to stop whatever it is I'm doing and just stare at an inanimate object to reset. I suppose that's a tiny form of meditation, although I'm not reflecting on anything. I'm actually trying to do the opposite. It is a quiet time though, so that counts for something, right?

Here's a thought I had a few moments ago that might be good to ponder on...It's much easier to give advice, than it is to follow.


I'm in a situation right now, where I'm having trouble following my own advice; putting on my "big girl pants," if you will. Which is so much easier said than done! Actually, now that I think of it, I don't think I even own a pair of those....

Mondee, Tuesdee

I love this wisdom. It reminds me to be patient and quiet and accepting that things will unfold as they are meant to.

Entertainment Tuesday

"The queen, for her part, is the unifying force of the community; if she is removed from the hive, the workers very quickly sense her absence. After a few hours, or even less, they show unmistakable signs of queenlessness."
— Man and Insects

"At night I would lie in bed and watch the show, how bees squeezed through the cracks of my bedroom wall and flew circles around the room, making that propeller sound, a high-pitched zzzzzz that hummed along my skin. I watched their wings shining like bits of chrome in the dark and felt the longing build in my chest. The way those bees flew, not even looking for a flower, just flying for the feel of the wind, split my heart down its seam."

An excerpt from one of my favorite books, The Secret Life of Bees by Sue Monk Kidd. The theme of the book is that family is where you find it. The story's heroine finds sanctuary in unexpected places as she embarks on a journey of self-discovery. I highly recommend it!

Meditation Monday

Then a priestess said, Speak to us of Prayer.
And he answered, saying:
You pray in your distress and in your
need; would that might pray also in
the fullness of your joy and in your days
of abundance.

For what is prayer but the expansion of
yourself into the living ether?
And if it is for your comfort to pour
your darkness into space, it is also for your
delight to pour forth the dawning of your
heart.
And if you cannot but weep when your
soul summons you to prayer, she should spur
you again and yet again, though weeping,
until you shall come laughing.
When you pray you rise to meet in the
air those who are praying at that very hour,
and whom save in prayer you may not
meet.
Therefore let your visit to that temple
invisible be for naught but ecstasy and sweet
communion.
For if you should enter the temple for no
other purpose than asking you shall not
receive:
And if you should enter into it to humble
yourself you shall not be lifted:
Or even if you should enter into it to
beg for the good of others you shall not be
heard.
It is enough that you enter the temple 
invisible.

I cannot teach you how to pray in words.
God listens not to your words save when
He Himself utters them through your lips.
And I cannot teach you the prayer of the
seas and the forests and the mountains.
But you who are born of the mountains
and the forests and the seas can find their
prayer in your heart,
And if you but listen in the stillness of the
night you shall hear them saying in silence,
"Our God, who art our winged self, it
is thy will in us that willeth."

Kahlil Gibran The Prophet