Showing posts with label time. Show all posts
Showing posts with label time. Show all posts

Saturday, July 27, 2024

Of messages from the past


Often, I find myself filled with wonder at something I did or wrote, that was lost to my memory with the passage of time.

Thursday evening, I came across my journal from 2021. As I scanned through the pages, one entry dated 9/21/2021 in particular caught my eye.
Seeing it for the first time in years filled me with a sense of delight. I don't remember writing it, what inspired it, or what compelled me to put the thought down on paper. But I'm glad I did. It was a nice reminder that day.
It's been on my mind since.
It is the little things in life that lift our spirit and fill our soul with lightness.
Resilience isn't learned, it truly is built. Funny, how changing that one word, completely transformed the intention.


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Wednesday, February 1, 2023

Notes on midwinter

 Imbolc

This steady rise of a new year’s unharnessed energy can quickly become uncontrollable chaos. But oh, the potential!!! Take a close look at that world. Inside potential exists all which is potent – from the Latin word potentia meaning power.

This week we observe the midpoint of winter, known as Imbolc, which follows the winter solstice (Yule) and precedes the spring equinox (Ostara). The annual celebration known as Imbolc lasts from dusk on February 1 until dusk on February 2. The traditional day to commemorate Imbolc is February 1, while some choose to do so on February 5 when the sun will be at its exact astronomical midway of 15 degrees Aquarius, or on the second full moon following the winter solstice, known as the Full Snow Moon. Around the world, many different religions observe this Gaelic holiday in unique ways.

Imbolc is an ancient holiday celebrating the very first stirrings of new life—the earliest breaths of spring. Even though there may still be snow on the ground where you are, though it’s freezing cold outside (as it is here in Idaho) we are beginning to feel the very earliest hints of spring rising in our spirits, and in the ground.

After months of turning inward, of hibernation and rest, life is beginning to stir again.

 

Historically, and even today, Imbolc marks the start of spring and the birth of the first lambs. Spiritually, this is a time of new life coming into manifestation. We may only be seeing the tiniest hints of life above the surface, but things are really beginning to stir in the darkness. Imbolc (pronounced IM-bolg or IM-bolk) is Old Irish for “in the belly.” Also known as Oimelc, Lady Day, and in Christianity, Candlemas or St. Brigid’s Day. Other names include Feast of the Torches, Lupercalia, the Feast of Pan, the Snowdrop Festival, the Feast of Waxing Light, Brighid’s Day and many, many more names. This is a time to welcome the change by lighting white candles.

(c) 2015 Dona Cox

This time of year correlates with pregnancy and Brigid, the Celtic goddess of fire and fertility, is honored at this time. The seeds of spring are beginning to stir in the belly of mother earth. The term oimelc means ewe’s milk. Around this time of year, many herd animals give birth to their first offspring of the year or are heavily pregnant. As a result, they are producing milk. This creation of life's milk is part of the symbolic hope for spring.

Over time, Brigid was named St. Brigid by Christianity. Irish nuns, babies, midwives, dairy maids, and animals all have Brigid (or Bridget) as their patron saint. St. Brigid's and the goddess Brigid’s origin tales are very similar. Both have ties to milk, fire, the home, and infants.

Through the regenerating force of the Sun, Imbolc serves as a time of purification following the shut-in life of winter. Additionally, it is a celebration of light and fertility that was previously celebrated in Europe with enormous bonfires, torches, and fire in all its forms. Here, fire stands for both light and warmth as well as our own personal inspiration and enlightenment.


Along the lines of purification, Imbolc is a great time for cleansing our spirits, as well as our home. Now is the time to clear out the dirty old clutter, and the things that died within us during winter, to prepare for the exciting new growth to come. My Old Farmer’s Almanac suggests we use this time for garden projects that we will be too busy to attend to later. Build a cold frame or a potting bench. It is a good time to scatter poppy seeds, such as those of Papaver rhoeas, on the snow, as they will germinate come spring.

 For many of us, these last few months of turning inward were all about identifying the things within us that we’re ready to let go of…to release. Those old heavy branches and dead leaves that we’re finally ready to clear away. Imbolc is the time to really let those things go once and for all. With the new year comes the talk of resolutions and goals, whether we act on them or not. The idea of out with the old and in with the new melds agreeably with this time of the year.


So, it’s easy to say Imbolc is a time of transformation and change.

 

Sure, ideally, we talk about personal growth, change, and letting go of those things that no longer serve us with heartfelt anticipation and excitement. But deep down inside it also scares us!  Change is easier said than done.


As creatures of habit, we like things that are familiar and comfortable. But real change requires us to let go of all that. We must set aside what we know and step into a new way of being. And that can be extremely uncomfortable. Somewhere, someone just read this paragraph, uttered “Nope!” and moved on to another website or blog.

 

Imbolc brings us the opportunity to face these challenges. It’s a time of being tested. Just as the seeds and bulbs buried in the darkness of the earth find the strength to form new growth and reach upward, we too have the strength required to make real, lasting change. Can you leave what is safe, comfortable, and familiar in order to grow more fully into yourself? (I believe, yes you can!) 

Maybe these last few months you have been dreaming up new plans and ideas for the year ahead. Dreams immerse you with hope and excitement, lighting the fires of creativity and inspiration within you. Allow this fire to give you the strength to walk through this challenging time of being tested by change.

Just like the groundhog making headlines this time of year, we’re also beginning to poke our heads out from our own inner worlds. This is the time to begin to bring your own inner work, those dreams and changes you’ve been dreaming about, out into the world.

How shall you emerge in the light of a new, young sun?

 

The colors and symbols of Imbolc:

o   White, red or orange candles

o   Sun symbols

o   Snowdrops (first flower of spring) or daffodils

o   A tabletop fountain

o   Something woolen or a sheep figurine

o   Early greens like wild garlic

o   Incense. Musk, frankincense, and myrrh. For boosting energy, try cinnamon, basil and rosemary.

Monday, January 16, 2023

Monday Morning Motivation, 1/16/2023


Good morning! How are you? Have you ever thought… We are all tender and fierce. We are soft and strong. We are fragile and courageous. Sometimes all in one day.


A little backstory on Monday Morning Motivation...

Two years ago, the effects of exposure to the daily put-downs, arguments, and constant negativity doled out on social media began to take a toll on me. Working for the State in child-welfare at the time added to the heaviness. Fortunately, being an employee of Health & Welfare gave me access to health resources, and one of those resources was Lunch & Learn seminars available to employees via Zoom and WebEx.

One of the topics offered was the benefits of gratitude, and the scientific proof demonstrating the effectiveness of practicing daily gratitude. This practice can rewire our brain to be more positive, in a world that for all outward appearances seems hell-bent on tearing us down. Especially media, every form of media be it television, movies, music, and especially social. Some days it feels like everything we hold near and dear to our hearts, every belief we cherish, is being washed down a pitiful drain into the bowels of contempt for one another.

In addition, I had taken a course on Coursera titled "The Science of Well-Being" and in that course Professor Santos talked about hedonic adaptation.

From that, a seed was planted in my mind.

And so, I started sending out a private message every Monday to close friends, family, and co-workers (especially the latter, given the circumstances). Messages sent first thing Monday morning, designed to lift anyone who needed it that day. Nothing preachy or moralistic. Simply good, healthy positive words about them. I think the very first message I sent was "You are brilliantly amazing."

I do this with no expectation in return. It is my way of practicing gratitude and connecting with people. Just to let them know I'm here. Some look forward to it each week, others respond and tell me those words were just what they needed. Others never respond, and I've only had one person who responded to let me know I could stop sending them. I didn't ask why; I just honored the request.

Is it working? Yes, I believe so. I know it helps me and many others.



Wednesday, December 21, 2022

Notes on This Winter Solstice

It is time. This is the Winter Solstice. 

Into darkness we plunge as winter draws itself over us. Soon we reach the apex of a dying year in a single night as it lengthens past all other nights -- the Solstice. In our deepest hush we are given pause to reflect. 

The longest and darkest night is upon us, but remember, the sun is slowly making its way back. This is the spiritual significance of this day known as Winter Solstice, marking the beginning of the celebration of Yule. We eagerly anticipate the days that will be lighter and warmer. 

However, this long night is also an opportunity for a cleansing of the soul, just like the New Moon which occurs this Friday, Dec 23. 

Have you ever dug into the history and significance of the dates that mark the changing seasons? It's quite fascinating and provides a poetic glimpse into history and folklore.

Most of what we know about Winter Solstice and Yule celebrations is rooted in the traditional holiday festivities of various northern European traditions, particularly that of the pre-Christian Germanic peoples. When the days grew colder and the nights grew longer, people of ancient times would light candles and gather round fires to lure back the sun.


Yule is symbolized by twinkling lights, bells, snowflakes, sun wheels, candles, wreath, sun and stars, yule log, pinecone, yule tree, and spinning wheels. Winter Solstice colors also symbolize Yuletide folklore with dark green, orange, red, gold and silver and white...colors we see prominently displayed in everything this time of year. 

The celebration of the Yule holiday is a time to clean your home and purge everything that no longer serves you. Doing so will help prepare for this joyous season as well, by creating a space free from any negative energy or memories which may have accumulated over the past year. 

The most important part about celebrating Christmas in our modern lives is cleaning up before it begins! By taking some hours during December’s lead-up period to deeply cleanse both mind and house, we can set ourselves up with an open heart without all that old mental clutter holding us back. 

Winter Solstice is an opportune time for endings and beginnings, as throughout my life several momentous events occurred on the Winter Solstice. On December 21, 1985, I moved back to Lewiston from Sacramento after spending four years of my life living there. Six years later, on December 21, 1991, it marked the end of my life alone, and the beginning of my relationship with Sam. Winter Solstice is a suitable time for rest, reflection, kindness, healing, goal setting, gratitude, peace, renewal, solitude, slumber and celebrating with family and loved ones. 

In an earth's quiet night, how shall we comfort and renew each other's hearts?


Thursday, June 23, 2005

Your Monday Photo Shoot: Sentimental Gifts

For the subject of this week's photo shoot, John Scalzi asked us to share a photo of a treasured gift.  After giving it much thought, the choice was obvious. 
The figurines below are all from my sister, Chris.  Silly as it may sound, I treasure each one, and they mean the world to me...because they are from her.  The oldest is the little girl hugging a bird, with the word 'Love' written on the base.  If my memory serves me right, Chris gave this to me sometime between 1982-1984.  Next are two cats from Avon, which she gave me in 1986, the year we fulfilled a childhood dream of getting an apartment together.  And last, but not least, is the pair of jumping dolphins, which I believe she gave me about ten years ago.


I'm not really a nicknack person, but I love these.  And with the exception of a small chip on the Siamese cat's ear, I've taken extra good care of them over the many years.  There was one other gift Chris gave me many years ago, for Christmas in 1978, the year our mother died.  It was the first Christmas we ever spent apart.  For years it was my most treasured gift ever and I had it for almost 30 years.  But a few years ago it was accidently destroyed.  It was a simple small plaque, with a color drawing of a little bunny sitting in a witch's type kettle, over a raging fire, with a very worried look on it's face.  Next to the drawing were the words, "I'm in a stew without you."  I loved it, because I felt the same way.
To some people, they are just junk.  To me, these simple gifts are a token of my sister's love and appreciation...for who I am, what I am, and what I'll always be, to her.  They are me, and they serve as a constant reminder of the memories we've made together over the years.  Whether together, or apart.