Saturday, February 18, 2017
Human interactions can sometimes be so difficult. We sometimes beat ourselves up after certain interactions thinking, “Why didn’t I say this or say that or why did I say anything at all!” You need to understand something about us humans. Environmental psychology and, well, the stuff we just come in here with leaves us with trigger points. These are those little internal flash points we people do or say that one thing or many things in just that special way that pushes our buttons. It is so easy to look back in hindsight when calm and un-triggered and see clearly what someone said or did wasn’t about us at all.
But wow those triggers, huh?! If you realize that the thing that gets your goat is a trigger and you learn to own your triggers, the impact starts to lessen a bit. Sometimes it is good enough to get to the point where you recognize you have been triggered and then in those moments following, just breathe forgiving yourself for being triggered. It is okay to be triggered, its okay to find you’ve got goats for someone to get. What’s not okay is living in denial and blaming everyone else for your triggers. Here is a very harsh reality, triggers are not the fault of the person pushing your buttons. There, I said it. It’s the truth and I know all too well how much it hurts. There is a part of us that becomes so angry that we’ve been triggered at all and we just want to blame someone, something…anything for the terrible toxic energy that seems to be the instant result. But, that only damages our relationships and makes it harder for us to establish new ones.
So, what do we do with these triggers? How do we make them go away? More harsh news, I don’t know that everyone can make them go away. Sometimes I think the best we can hope for is understanding and maybe even some compassion. If someone makes a joke at your expense trying to aggrandize themselves while terribly minimizing you or your efforts and you have a trigger point around this, terrible things can begin to happen in your mind in a split second. If you do not learn to recognize this anger, or this toxic emotion being generated by you seemingly as a result of someone else’s words or actions, this trigger point can really be damaging for you. But, if over time you can learn to see the trend of the types of things that trigger you and you begin to understand this is about fear that you hold and that the interaction truly only serves to give you a chance to understand the trigger point is there, you will have made great strides towards recovery.
There are wounds we all carry and you can spend a life time trying to figure out why something is there and maybe some of us should – maybe through therapy. But, sometimes we just have to understand, accept ourselves, wounds – trigger points – and all and just learn to take a breath, disengage and get peaceful again. Whether someone meant to trigger you or not isn’t really the point at all. The point is you recognizing you have a trigger point. Living with them isn’t so hard if you can understand that they exist and you don’t have to beat yourself or others up because you became triggered. You really don’t.
This is a whole new way of living with love and understanding towards yourself first and then others in a more healthy way. Revenge is a message. Anger is a message. Sadness is a message. What is that message? Simply put, it is that there is a wound. No matter how it got there, there is a wound and wounds need care and healing time not thrashing, bashing, avenging and threatening yourself or others. In a calm and cooler mind, you can acknowledge that you’ve been triggered, get some space for yourself to recover from the moment and then just be with the trigger. Looking deeply and fearlessly within, you can do this. It doesn’t mean you did something wrong or that something is wrong with you. We all have our triggers and their levels of severity vary. But, the realization of our own body’s messaging system through emotion and energy can truly be your saving grace. We don’t need to internalize our anger. We just need to understand that its there for whatever reason and give it space in non-action (other than awareness) for the intensity of a moment to shift. That is damn hard! But there are positive actions you can take. If there are people who continually trigger you, do your best to spend less time with them – get some counseling to help you deal with your own emotions about what these people do that triggers you or even go the no contact route if need be. Every person deserves the right to set boundaries to protect themselves but we must always remember to also protect ourselves from our own negative thoughts.
There are so many tools available that can help us learn to be with emotion rather than running from, stuffing, projecting or transferring our emotion onto others psychologically. Some of this stuff happens so quickly we don’t even know its happening consciously. But we can learn to become consciously aware by listening to our emotion, knowing emotion isn’t always fact but it is a message. Clearly and rationally and also, very safely exploring is paramount.
We’ve all got our triggers and flashpoints and we may not ever be able to stop them. But we can learn different behavior that better supports us while we learn to accept ourselves wounds and all. No matter what you’ve been through, you are worth the effort of understanding, awareness, breathing and peace. But in the end, it’s all about what you want to do and how you choose to live your life. If you wish to live it blindly being triggered, that’s okay. If you want to live it with more peace, serenity and support, you may have to learn better coping strategies for those times you become triggered. We sometimes think this stuff is the end of the world in a heated moment but it doesn’t have to be.
It just doesn’t have to be horrible or result in terrible things said or done in a moment of emotion. We can learn if we want to, we can become more aware if we want to. I guess we just have to get to the point that we can’t live with our own toxic emotion. These are great opportunities to learn from. We just have to be willing to do the learning. Just some food for thought today. Blessings of great awareness, love, healing and understanding to you all.
© 2017, Jaie Hart (photo/words)
Friday, January 27, 2017
I didn’t sleep much last night. I’m not sure why on one hand and on the other, I’m not surprised at all. Social media is teaming with fear, fear and well, some more fear. I wasn’t consciously engaged in it much as I know it is just the political machinations of a new administration at the core of it. As if the change were not enough to send people over the edge, then there is what comes next, more change. I finally got myself up at 4:30 am and engaged in my ordinary routine...there was a shower and coffee in my immediate future and, well, it’s Friday and I’ve got the day off.
A day off for a mom doesn’t always work out to be anything else but not showing up at the office. I had children to get to school, chores on a timeline (aka, the trash-truck comes this morning) and I’ve got old furniture to schedule for a pick up, appointments to schedule and correspondence to attend to. In the midst of all this my mind drifts to the cool weather and the first real Winter for us in California in a few years. The rain washed everything clean and now we’ve got a strong cool wind blowing everything away. The trees look so bare with few rebel leaves holding tight against the wind. The skies are so blue and I’m grateful, so warm here tapping away at the keys on my computer.
Such an exciting life, isn’t it? Sometimes I allow the stray thoughts of dissatisfaction to roam and I just notice them without attaching much importance to them. I never thought in my wildest dreams I would have what I wanted most, to be a Mother, to have my own place and to be able to carry myself and my family through this world. I’m far from carefree though. I’ve got a shoulder injury we don’t know the origins of and weeks ahead of chiropractic care and painful physical therapy. It’s a bit daunting and frustrating but I’ll do whatever it takes because I can’t lose the use of my arm, I’m only 50 for goodness sake and intend to enjoy the rest of my life!
I’m not overly optimistic about our little part of the world here of late but I hold fast to a state of curiosity and fight off the doomsdayer's words looking away from them at every turn. I just don’t see much use in engaging in dreadful thoughts about a horrid future. I can’t engage with the people bashing women or anyone else for marching for what they believe in or the others engaging in wholly unsavory behavior ruining the world they live in because of someone they think is ruining their world. This makes no sense to me. I’m a peaceful soul who holds compassion truly for all sides. I understand. Everyone does the thing they think is best for them, they act out sometimes, terrorize sometimes but none of it matters in the way they think. They take global things personally and personal things globally and it’s all like some far out and crazy circus of madness if you ask me.
Today, I’m going to be home, resting. I may write a bit, color in the gorgeous coloring books my partner and children bought me and maybe resign myself to letting the world be as it is and love it any way for its multi-faceted display of experiences. Life is truly amazing when you shift your perspective to one of observation without emotional attachment to specific outcomes. It doesn’t create the horrid apathy one thinks. Instead, at least for me, it creates a greater appreciation within me for diversity, expression and the varied perspectives we hold. I may not like everything that is happening in the world right now but I know that the only thing I can bring to it is my loving attention, positive energy, respect and appreciation right now. Anything else I might engage in emotionally, might not be so positive or uplifting for me or those around me.
I will do my best to see a better world and ignore those who attempt so vigorously to cram fear in my face and destroy the true love, compassion and peace in my soul. I won’t let them even if I know they mostly mean well. I may be unpopular in my approach to what is but I’ll not waste energy where it is not needed. I just can’t bring myself to add to the negative energy of it all and believe me, there is a LOT of negative energy permeating all communication channels just now. So, I will do what I can. I will pray, support organizations that I think make a difference, fight hard to stay positive, optimistic and more that those in power will learn about what truly serves humanity, that the people will learn what truly serves and what doesn’t and mostly, above all else, I’ll pray for everyone mired in fear and those who need help and healing at this time. Some day in the life huh? Pretty low key, pretty boring and un-sensational. But for me, it is calm and peaceful amidst chaos. It seems it's always like that. I don’t mind so much any more. Blessings of peace, of hope and calm for all.
© 2017 Jaie Hart (photo/words)
Monday, January 16, 2017
I had occasion to visit a local theme park a few days ago. Aside from letting my inner child out with much excitement, I made an unexpected discovery. I’ve never been one for amusement park rides or fast-moving roller-coasters that take you way up high away from the Earth’s normal pull on your being and let you free fall quickly back down. There is a feeling in it that I just never cared for. To describe it might sound strange or to some of you, not but its that tightening sensation at the core of my being during free fall that I just never ever liked. I don’t care for the feeling of gravity forces on me at any rate of speed. I guess I just never found any joy in it.
Well, upon my recent visit to the “Happiest place on Earth,” I went on one of those rides…not a big one or a fast one, mind you, but one with a bit of a drop. This time as I approached the few seconds before the drop I knew would be coming, instead of tensing up, I let go. I let go and let whatever would happen, happen. The rise in the darkness came and then the drop and I relaxed so fully into the experience of it I felt near out of body. Time slowed in my consciousness and I felt a very familiar sensation. It was nearly just like that moment in the void during my NDE (Near Death Experience) where there was no motion, no body to tense, no light, no anything but just me, my consciousness and a presence. Well, that is what I felt this time. I let go so fully without any concern. I found myself for mere seconds in a state where nothing in my life held any significance for me and that meant, there was nothing for me to fight against. In that moment "life" as I knew it didn’t hold significance because I knew whether I tensed up or relaxed, all was going to be as it was. It needed no interference from me focused or not and it would go on as it was meant to. It's hard to put the exact sentiment into words.
When I reached the bottom of the drop, my senses came back to me with the sounds of rushing water and the screaming of exhilaration from the children I traveled on the ride with (grown up ones too) and I just smiled from somewhere deep inside of my being. I knew what was coming, I knew I didn’t care for the feeling of gravity pulling me back to Earth but I enjoyed it truly for the first time in this life. Now, I’ll not be setting my sights on bigger and faster roller-coasters for that just isn’t my way. I don’t derive joy from getting a fix of my own adrenaline. Every day life does that enough for me, honestly. But, I did feel a sense of triumph. Not for making it through the amusement park ride but rather for a moment of letting go so completely that I felt myself disappear into a place of pure peace, quiet and freedom. I can’t explain it any better than that.
It was a perfect day in every other way but in this moment, I found the day to be extraordinary and it took the least amount of effort. It took only a split second decision to shift my focus from a point of resistance to a point of complete and total surrender and I have to tell you that it freed a part of my psyche in a way I can’t say I’ve enjoyed much in my life. Now, I don’t intend to run around the rest of my life extrapolating tiny moments of decision making to give myself a little buzz of triumph but I will hold gratitude for every moment that I am granted and have wits about me enough to recognize that in much of this life I am given a choice in terms of how I will experience something. That, to me, is an epic outcome to a simple and yet at times very complex, adventure…Life.
Copyright 2017, (photo and words), Jaie Hart
Thursday, December 15, 2016
The leak in my ceiling is like a gentle waterfall and as the hours go by, the paint bubbles to release some more. It’s almost like this place is filled with pent up emotion bubbling out and ready to fall. I’m home now waiting for the contractor to arrive. He’ll pull down the dry wall and the water will fall whichever way it wants to. It won’t have to find the seam from the last repair to try to worm it’s way out and about from behind the dry wall. So many metaphors spool up and race to reach my finger tips. I think I’ll just acknowledge them and flow more gently with the vibe of the day.
Things go wrong sometimes at the worst possible time. You can stress and worry about these things or you can just take things as they come, do what you can do and well, just breathe. I never in my life would have thought a leak coming through my ceiling would bring me peace. Really, I’ve already done everything I could possibly do and now I wait. I wait for help and assistance and listen to the tink, tink, tink as the water drips from the ceiling onto the cookie sheets I have strategically placed around my living room floor.
The floor is now getting wet and all I can do is shield the electronics I’m not able to move at this time. I’d take out the only semblance of norm we’ve been able to somewhat restore since the leak became apparent. I did take the opportunity to rearrange the furniture while everything was torn up. I’m trying to change up the energy a bit. Preliminarily, I’m happy but it needs some fine tuning. I’m also using the opportunity to throw away the clutter, get rid of a couple more big pieces of furniture that just no longer suit me. All the money I spent for this piece 10 years ago feeling like I was somebody because I could spend $900 on a beautiful desk. It was one of the first really nice things I bought for myself. I’m now going to give it away. I no longer need things of monetary value to feel okay. I find it easy to let go of things these days and become so much more curious now to wander through my motivations then.
I’m so much happier, I think - letting go. I’m simplifying my life as much as I can. I’m down grading, releasing, breathing more comfortably and making plans to get rid of some more. So much have I physically carried with me for all of these years. Honestly, I’m going to empty my garage without opening the boxes. I’ll donate what I recall as usable, recycle what I can and then just enjoy the space with no need to fill it. I suddenly feel so grown up, content and happy. Life isn’t about attaining material things as much as we think it is. At some point you realize you didn’t really even want half of the stuff you bought for a quick fix of ego-joy. It pales greatly in comparison to acceptance of self, love of what is, as it is and just being.
Don’t get me wrong, I’m as sentimental as the day is long and have small trinkets from family and my partner all around the house that make me smile. It isn’t the things that matter but the sentiment behind them. If I lost them all tomorrow, I’d carry the memory of the sentiments and just count myself blessed. I glance up at the ceiling and see yet another bulge in the paint as big as the palm of my hand. At any moment, it is going to break and more water will be tumbling down. I’ve prepared - another cookie sheet is at the ready to catch the mini deluge. I don’t know why I’m calm right now but I like it. My home is chaotic at the moment with everything being removed from the room where the water is gently coming down. I’m not feeling chaotic. If that bulge gets much bigger, I may opt for a pot…hmmm. Not necessary, I now hear dual tink, tink, tinks as the water is now making it through the other leaking spot in the ceiling. Only another hour to go until help arrives and we’ll hopefully have the leak found this time, staging for repairs of the source and after-math of it and then repairing the ceiling and drying the floors. Who knows how long it will take. But I’ve got the day off today to manage it and the frame of mind to handle it. I guess that is just good enough.
Water is an amazing substance, I must say. I wholly admire its tenacity to move and flow. I might appreciate it more where it falling from the sky instead of my ceiling but, well, this is what I’ve got to contend with today. So, I’m off to it. Whatever you face in your day, whatever inconvenience or frustration you encounter, just do what you can do. Make sure you take some time to breathe, step back and view the situation as if it were on a TV screen. Let it be as it is, let you be as you are and know that you are up to the task and if not, ask for help and be grateful when it arrives. Blessings of great peace, calm and understanding for your journey.
© 2016 Jaie Hart
Saturday, October 22, 2016
The political climate of late has put so much negative energy out into the ether that it is just hard to breathe sometimes. I think that we humans are just competitive by our very natures and so easily succumb to the tasks at hand (winning at all costs) that we forget that there is a cost. I remember once sitting in a meeting a very long time ago. In that meeting tempers flared to the point that the sparks of anger were not only heard but energetically felt in the room that suddenly became so thick and heavy. Several people seemed to be doing their best to just disappear, one was desperately trying to intervene and return focus and equilibrium, some seemed to be relishing in the conflict on the side of one or the other of the seemingly warring factions and then there was me, feeling the collateral damage of the continuing conflict as a silent empath in the room. I held an energetic space in that moment. I just imagined sending out peaceful energy, drawing from the light of the universe, pulling it in, concentrating as much as I could and blanketing all within ear-shot and energetic reach with calm focused peace.
It didn’t stop the conflict. The egos continued to clash for pole position in front of the others. The peacemaker continued her efforts and as the minutes wore on she was joined by others and we all joined in as a majority then and suggested that the two warring factions would need to discuss their conflict offline rather than continuing to derail the meeting and preventing the rest of the group from moving forward with its respective set goals and well, the meeting agenda. Begrudgingly the two political warriors capitulated outwardly but I could still feel the divisive negativity of their energy. Gosh was it thick and awful being in that room. At one point, I could take it no further so I excused myself a moment. I needed air; I needed to put some distance between me and that energy. I took a short lap around the floor of the building slowly and purposefully. I intended to waste 5 minutes of meeting time to just discharge some of that negative energy my sponge-like being seemed to soak in over-much. I turned the corner to return to the meeting. I imagined myself in a huge impenetrable bubble that no energy could enter and imagined any stray energy that tried would just bounce off and head on out to space. I took a deep breath and re-entered the room composed and hopeful.
This election reminded me of that meeting. There are those in outright conflict willing to battle with anyone, anything and everything that moves on any side of the candidates’ platforms, there are those who absolutely relish in the conflict for the energy put out no matter how destructive and then there are those peace makers running around trying to make peace with their friends, family and even on social media. But you know, there is another faction beyond the peacekeepers. There are those who hold space. They hold space of energy clearing (and yes that is really a thing) to remove unproductive aspects such as fear that darkens the potential progress that conflict can bring. You won’t see them at the table relishing in the conflict, or trying to change it outwardly, they may speak up now and then somewhat softly and do their level best to hold a space where others are not so fearfully impacted while they learn from this conflict. They’ll reach for the high road and pull it down a bit so others can more easily traverse the road, the weeks, days and hours until the mass of the conflict starts to dissipate.
This isn’t limited to the presidential candidacy. They intend to do their work for whatever conflict they encounter in their lives or in the ether as needed. Do they make a difference? I think they do and I notice them, I can feel them and I am with them energetically, mindfully and physically with all of my heart and soul. They’ll see this conflict through with logic, calm peace and tranquility like a mother’s gentle brushing of the hair from the eyes of a small child upset. It’s really quite beautiful to witness and to feel. They may not seem to obviously change the world but to the energetically sensitive, we’ll know the power they truly hold. So, today my thoughts and energy go out to the collective in peace for the sake of harmony, tranquility and growth from this conflict. My hopes and prayers contain love, understanding and compassion for all seeing and feeling the conflict for what it is – not something to hate, despise or add more negative energy to but something to understand and maybe appreciate if even from a safe energetic distance.
In allowing the world to be as it is, I do not need to change what I see, I do not need to engage in battle to fight those I think are wrong because they do not see as I see or believe as I do. In allowing the world to be as it is, I can thrive because I seek understanding, I strive to see more and more through the eyes of love and I live for every beautiful precious and precarious moment of life that we all share. I’m glad to be here in good times and bad and although sometimes I think we’ve had moments as the human race I might be prouder, my judgment is not needed and my energetic responsibility is to take comfort in the knowing that all will be well regardless of races, opinions, conflicts and platforms. This is how I choose to see it – well, safe, globally triumphant and compassionately fine. I send you blessings for your journey dear ones. Take comfort in your being for you are blessed beyond compare no matter where you sit or what you see or even do to contribute either positively or sometimes even negatively. You will learn and grow and do miraculous things no matter who wins or loses. Keep striving. Keep living. Add to the collective from the heart as much as possible and you will make a difference. You are amazing. Keep being amazing!
© 2016 Jaie Hart (photo/words)
Saturday, October 15, 2016
Seemingly unsettled somewhere deep in my bones, I cannot help but wish for a greater space of silence and stillness to just be. Unfortunately, it seems this deeper desire competes with an unconscious one to become so busy, there is no time to think or just be. Reality speaks in busied tones these days with too much to do and not near enough time to do it in. Couple this with some unreasonable and unseasonable bouts of pain related to repetitive motion injury and gosh, life has become a bit challenging of late. Were it not for the ability to slip into mindfulness and watch the play accepting and yet disconnected from the reactionary urges, I’d probably be quite mad about now.
The sky only begins to lighten the tiniest bit and my coffee sends up tiny swirls of steam into the cool coming in from my open window. I used to want to figure everything out. I’ve spent hours and hours in contemplation, writing as I go for some strange reason. May it is that I have this hope that others who stumble upon my words will either know they are not alone in their noticings while they live or maybe I’ll run across someone who has already figured out what calls from seemingly, the center of my soul. If I stop that thought I habitually think right there and ask myself to explain, I wonder what might come through. So, let’s give it a whirl and see what happens.
So, my soul, most trusted essence of everything that makes me, me, what is it with this dichotomy of feeling both stasis and a continuing curiosity to figure things out? What have you got to say or, maybe, what is it that you seek in this moment?
There is nothing that I seek for I only witness the goings on of this world connected and then disconnected simultaneously. This is no thing that I need – no thing that I want, I just am. The dissatisfaction you feel is connected to regret, this sense of wasted time which is a very skewed perception of what you think it is that you see, have seen and will see but none of that truly means anything more than your meandering mind desiring to flex it’s muscle so-to-speak. Let the mind roam, it will do no harm and through it, if you pay close attention to the feelings the process brings you, you may become aware of the things at your core – namely experiences and your judgmental perceptions of the experiencer that will call to your attention. Within that attention you embody the whole and all of its component parts. You can analyze with clarity each of the parts but you will be unable to calculate them into the whole. A drop in the ocean cannot adequately define the whole of the ocean as it hasn’t the ability to see past itself in a see of same creation.
You can let your mind roam over the memories and years and concern yourself with your perception of time or you can move through it without such care except for that you most wish to focus upon. We have no needs but to understand satisfaction, harmony, alignment; imperfect perfection. The seeming dichotomies you face are not divisive but rather parts of a clock that perhaps move in different directions and yet the whole of the thing keeps perfect time. No intervention is needed unless the clock that is your dream or life is the kind that needs winding or a battery. Maybe you merely are in need of recharging and that is actually the center core issue that is your impetus for curiosity at this time. Sometimes life is very simple and you merely over-think it.
So, now, slipping back into my normal thought process reigning in the mind to view what I’ve just written seems to make sense to me. I understand and an automatic deep breath comes in and out freely as I read my way through sentences written without specific thought or direction. The sky lights more and now the trees outside have returned in silhouette form to punctuate the darkness with outlines against the faint but expanding light. The skies are gray yet this morning but the sun rises even if I can’t see. Some say life is meaningless, others say there is nothing more meaningful than life. What is it I believe? I think, in this moment, my belief doesn’t matter. Whether I dispute it or give it more energy to query, everything will be as it is. Curiosity or complacency are on the same spectrum as is every other type or category of desire, emotion, even impetus. I think I found satisfaction in a tiny little moment of freedom gained from letting it all go. Maybe this series of random thoughts will make more sense as the day progresses. Maybe they won’t. Either way, still I breathe and still I hope and still I live.
Whatever it is you think should be will be. Whatever it is you desire you will pursue. There is nothing that you will do to prevent your own growth and progress on this journey that is your dream, your life in this place and space in time. Be still and listen, be still and know, be still and take comfort.
© 2016 Jaie Hart (photo/words)
Saturday, October 8, 2016
I went for a walk to let my mind take a break from work concerns and a rather large project I wish was going better. I noticed immediately the rich blue color painted across the sky. It is just different in the fall, a deeper blue. The Earth’s position in relation to the sun can create unimaginable beauty across the globe. My senses stretched further out to feel the warmth of the sun on my skin. How wonderful it is that our bright burning orb sends beautiful warmth out into space. Combine that with our global positioning and the resulting motion of the air and Earth related temperatures and we have weather to contend with in various parts. We don’t think much of the mechanics of it but it is complex and yet so very wonderful.
Our global concerns could be removed from us quite instantly and all we know and all we’ve understood could be rendered meaningless in one tiny shift of the construct and pattern of our universal existence here. We don’t think about that. In a way, why should we? Some of us might become quite fearful were we to fully realize how tenuous and fragile life on Earth truly was. It’s best, I suppose to concern ourselves with keeping up with the Joneses, the Kardashians or whatever else we feel is really important. No. I don’t believe that. Not for a minute although I do greatly respect all life, the Kardashians, the Joneses and all others across this planet. At times I do wish I could concern myself with only trivial things but in this moment it is those trivial things I most desire to take a break from. So, I wander on foot and let my mind meander. Then I notice that the view is different as I arrive at a little thinking spot outside my office. The skyline – wait, there is a skyline? Sadly, they’ve cut down all the big and beautiful leafy green trees. When did that happen? I wonder.
No matter. They are gone now and I sit here mourning the loss of them. They were big and beautiful and the city I work in does a really good job at maintaining a really good volume of beautiful trees. Our life depends on them in so many ways but we take them for granted much until when on a hot sunny afternoon we should find ourselves fortunate to relax into the heat relieving shade of the trees. My mind reaches out into space again thinking about the heat zone of our beautiful glowing sun. At night you see the remnants of so many others. Some of which are no longer even with us and yet their light continues to shine across the light years. In fact, as we look at a nighttime sky, we’re looking into the past in a way. The length of time it takes for light to travel to us here on Earth means that light could be long gone and we won’t know it – not yet. I’m grateful for those big beautiful stars both those here and those gone for the beautiful light, heat and life they have promoted across the whole of space. Space. Space. It’s more than that little bar on the keyboard you know. Such a beautiful word it is, especially when you’re moving furniture, you need to get out of a crowd or you want to lie on your back at night and gaze upward for a huge drink of epic peace.
So many things my mind seems to long for and yet in the middle of the day I cannot let it fully roam. If I did, I might not want to return to work and then the paycheck won’t come and my roof will disappear. This would not be a good thing. But a break away from the media, the presidential dramas, the hatred of opposition, the ignorance of us versus them and my project. It doesn’t matter any of it really. What matters in this moment is this big bright beautiful sun, this delicious blue sky and the sea breeze that flows up from the south about now. The trees that are left, the green blades of grass covering the rough and uneven ground, and the life teeming everywhere I can conceivably focus my attention – THAT is what matters. My phone quietly vibrates in my hands with a meeting reminder. I take a deep breath in and hold it a few seconds longer than normal. I feel the space between my thoughts and try with all my might to mark the memory of it and then I rise to return to that big white building most appropriately signed. I feel the heat of the sun almost doubled as I walk into a direct reflection of the sun on the ground. I open the door so grateful for that big project and all the amazing people I’m working with on it. And I realize I found a space of peace in an otherwise ordinary day. It is the best kind of day.
© 2016 Jaie Hart