I attended a concert on Friday night. Due to COVID restrictions, the venue needed to bar access to every other row of seating. They did so with humour.
The sign above made me laugh, and think.
We often seek some wonderful new event or item for our lives, and we expect it to appear immediately and directly in our path. POOF!
Not so fast. Maybe we can find what we seek, but not right away and not in the first place we look.
Seek, and then keep seeking, with the whole heart.
I don’t always eat sweets, but when I do, it’s usually chocolate.
Melt-in-the-mouth milk chocolate for me, although I understand if you want to be all healthful about it and eat dark chocolate.
Today is World Chocolate Day.
If you need an excuse to indulge . . . you’re welcome.
Here is a list of fair trade chocolate options.
In the early days of rail travel, steam locomotives could only travel forward. Trains required turntables, like this one at the John Street roundhouse in Toronto, Canada, to turn them around for return journeys. While at John Street, the locomotives received “servicing and light repairs.”
According to the Toronto Railway Historical Association, locomotives serviced there were so attractively maintained, their appearance became known among railroaders as the “John Street polish.”
I’ll be taking a few weeks away for some “servicing and light repairs” of my own before turning around for a return journey, or at least some spit and polish before moving forward again.
Some of the time will be spent at my cottage—one of my roundhouses.
Do you have a “roundhouse.”
Where I live, in Canada’s National Capital Region, many people speak French. Perhaps the prevalence of the language around me is the reason why I began to ponder the word revenue.
In French, revenue is the feminine participle form of the verb revenir: to come back.
Elle est revenue. | She came back.
For something to come back, it must go out in the first place. In other words, if you want revenue, put something out there, baby. She will come back. Elle reviendra.
These are the things I think about.
Also, paying attention. When we pay attention, we give our attention to something. Our attention goes out.
I don’t know about you, but when I wake up, give my head a shake, and choose to pay my close attention to a single thing in my surroundings, I always get something back.
Movement. Flow. To and fro. Giving and receiving. That’s how we get rich.
Put something out there. See what comes back.
“When we release our clinging to what used to be and our craving for what we think should be, we are free to embrace the truth of what is in the moment.”
—Frank Ostaseski, in The Five Invitations: Discovering What Death Can Teach Us About Living Fully
Life lessons come to us when we need them. Sometimes they brush against us gently, and we recognize them with a grateful nod. Other times, they clobber us senseless.
Usually they cluster, as if they know that we need more than one of a thing before we’ll open our eyes to important information.
A cluster of lessons about embracing the moment dropped in for tea with me lately.
First came a post on The Good Karma Cabin blog. In The Space Between Karen wrote about recognizing the need to surrender, even when everything around you is not going according to plan.
Next, I spoke with a friend who accompanied her mother in her final days. That’s hard. To navigate the difficult emotions she tried her best to stay in the moment.
This morning I read about non-waiting in The Five Invitations:
“The difference between ‘don’t wait’ and ‘non-waiting’ is like the difference between detachment and non-attachment. Detachment implies distancing ourselves from a particular object or experience. It can feel cool . . . Non-attachment simply means not holding on to, not grasping . . .
Non-waiting is a quiet welcoming, more of an invitation than a demand. When we stop leaning into the next experience by hoping for a particular outcome, or leaning into the past by hoping we might somehow change it, only then are we free to know this moment completely.”
—Frank Ostaseski, in The Five Invitations: Discovering What Death Can Teach Us About Living Fully
Here I am, doing my best to recognize this life lesson with a grateful nod, so that it doesn’t feel the need to clobber me senseless before I get it.
It’s better to live in the moment in the mess than to miss the moment by focusing on why it’s not good enough.
Sunday was World Poetry Day, as proclaimed by UNESCO. In honour of that event, I have written a poem, which I will share with you now.
(Ahem)
I say . . . I don't care what you say. I see . . . Yes, through my eyes. But . . . that way, we're both blind. .
A poem to send us into the day with the intention of kindness to all and celebration of everyone, no matter how different from us they might be.
Our technology gives our generation an opportunity that generations before did not have.
What an opportunity we have! But we’re squandering it with our hate and derision. We’re using technology to create deeper divides instead of to close the gaps.
We’re being little. I’m guilty of it myself.
For today, I’ll try to do better.
Somerton Smith 