Last month I tried meditating.
The kind where you sit in a quiet place and repeat a mantra.
It didn’t go so well.
Maybe I was a little too desperate for it to work, or maybe it was because my brain likes to tell stories and refute mantras in quiet moments. Either way it was kind of like trying to pat your head and rub your stomach while watching and waiting for a pot of water to boil.
I felt more anxious.
In the past, I found yoga calming, but sometimes those “yoga clouds” were not in fact carrying away my thoughts, but sorting into my to do list.
A black-capped chickadee slinging seeds (and perhaps thoughts).
And walking. I love walking. But I like to go over projects and stuff. Or whatever. I just like to break stuff down when I walk, not push it away.
Then last week I wanted to take some pics of the birds in our backyard. So I sat on my deck, about ten feet from the bird feeder. I had to sit still while holding my camera and somehow that stance forced me to keep an even breathing rhythm.
And so I watched the birds.
Or did they watch me?
I was still. Breathing nicely. And my thoughts were…I don’t know. Like scattered seeds on the ground? Because wherever they were they weren’t bothering me.
Do you meditate?
HAPPY WEEKEND! xo
Honestly, I hesitated over the word fun in my blog title. Like lots of people (who aren’t kids) I’m kind of done with winter.
But we’ve got another snow day here in central Virginia.
And just as nature teased us with some thaw.
I decided not to wear my boots this day. Soaked my sneakers and socks. I was just a tad too optimistic.
But I have been finding some fun (I am, a kid at heart, I suppose).
A winter scene by Cold Fingers (aka me)
A walk at the mall. The frozen fountain was kind of awesome.
Finding a sunny spot to read.
I wish. This was me reading at the beach in 2013. #ThrowbackThursday
(I like to keep my fiction skills simmering.)
This cookie truffle has nothing to do with winter. I just like how it turned out.
And it’s kind of snowball-ish.
No caption necessary.
Me sledding last week.
In my own backyard.
What happens when a writer and an engineer are home for a snow day?
Check out the video!
What’s your favorite thing to do on a snow day? And if it’s summer where you are, tell me something warm. 🙂
Meet my new guru!
We met last weekend at Crabtree Falls in George Washington National Forest.
Just in time, because tomorrow marks the summer solstice here in the Northern hemisphere.
For me, June has always meant it’s time to slow down a bit. Maybe because the majority of my years have been defined by school and summer break. I realized today, that there’s only been a handful of summers that were not sandwiched between school years (either for me or my kids).
Anyway, it’s summer, and I’m back in snail mode.
Snail mode is not really a physical pace (although it can be). Here it’s more of a mind-set.
I’m going to be less concerned with the overwhelming, the never-ending measuring stick, and more in tune with
The Art of Chasing Normal and dozens of great reads are only .99 this weekend! Just click on the image to get to the Summer Book Crush site.
Oh and forget perfectionism. I’ve got more important passengers.
And I’m taking a deep breath of gratitude for where I am right now.
What does summer (or the change of seasons) mean to you?