misconception of busy

There are those days that come and go without a breath noticed, a single piece of gratitude felt, and more than anything, a day lost to the “grind”… What makes the need to be so busy?  Where does this come from when it feels so innate.  I know that at one point in our lives, there is a time to settle in and quiet oneself.  Whether it be attributed to getting sick and just needing to chill the fuck down, or a physical injury, or just plain exhaustion.  Whatever it may be, comes on quick and can knock oneself out.

A yoga teacher of mine posted this to their Facebook wall and I have found myself reading it over… and over… and over again.  The time in my life seems to be now.  It’s a direct correlation to feeling overwhelmed, underwhelmed, exhausted, and most of all detached from myself.

I vow to make less plans — even if it’s scheduling “no plans” on my calendar.

http://onbeing.org/blog/the-disease-of-being-busy/7023

This disease of being “busy” (and let’s call it what it is, the dis-ease of being busy, when we are never at ease) is spiritually destructive to our health and wellbeing. It saps our ability to be fully present with those we love the most in our families, and keeps us from forming the kind of community that we all so desperately crave.

the hanging on of grief

This article.
This article says it all.  Below I have quoted the moments and feelings that deeply reside within me.  Pure love is the cloak that warms the ever so fragile heart.  This cloak allows a shield as it also helps keep the fraying pieces from fragmenting all over the world.  Tears streaming down the face, full of love, full of grief, full of immense longing.  These moments are what truly make us “alive”… Feeling so deeply, knowing so truly what the loss means to you.  It is a personal relationship to the loss.  And with that, there is no going back.  Only forward, the world keeps rotating on the axis, the sun rises each day, and each day we go further from the moment of which the loss occurred.  Our hearts, our bodies, our souls do not work in this time frame.  There is still a trembling just below the surface, an active volcano that can spew years and years later.  Just by the scent of familiarity, a song that was shared, or an instance where one is just brought to the ground.  Pain rising through.  The cloak becomes real.  The need for that protection of self becomes a true gift.
I’m going to take this from you but give this to you instead: more space, cleansing tears, better questions, compassion, pathways to the center, maps to deeper wells, less distractions, blankets of darkness, little pools of light under your skin where he touched you but will never touch you again, and holes in your heart that nothing but pure love can fill.”
I will love you forever, my sweet cousin.  It marks the date where you’ve been gone as long as you were on this earth.  Not a day goes by that I don’t honor your kind words, the love you exuded, and the stability you granted me.
Joel 21
“Always remember me as loving you”…
Jainee Dial, I don’t know if you’ll read this, but not a day goes by that I don’t honor who you are, what you mean to me, what you mean to this world, and the amazing love you’ve shown to the world through this loss.  You are a beacon of light and I will always be here, standing by your side spiritually, emotionally, and physically through this journey.  Love to all!
~Buttonwillow

Are You A Recovery Hero?

This is very profound and touched me deeply.

UnPickled Blog

I needed a hero and so i became one I needed a hero and so I became one

You may remember your old high-school English lessons about the “Hero’s Journey” that involves four distinct parts:  Separation, Initiation, Change and Return. This pattern can be observed in everything from Shakespeare classics to Disney films and even in your own life – especially if you are a person in recovery.

Opening Scene:  Normal life is established

What did things look like before the hero was called away? For me, it was a scene of hectic over-achieving, each exhausting day ending with a heavy dose of white wine to reward and numb myself. For some, it is a time of dysfunction and humiliation. For others, a silent descent that is painfully unnoticed. What was the opening scene for your personal hero’s journey?

If you are still drinking but contemplating recovery, this scene opens on you now, today. Right here, reading this post…

View original post 592 more words