Gratitude, Health, love, Meditation, Self-Care

Hurry Up, To Slow Down

I had a nagging thought today as I sat and did my meditation.

I am no paragon of virtue, I do not often sit and do an actual meditation, I prefer moving meditations–walking or bicycling, or writing meditation.

I do a writing meditation just about every morning with very few exceptions.

It is based off the Julia Cameron book, The Artists Way, a way to explore creativity and connect with your creative aspirations.

I have been doing this for years now, over a decade actually.

The writing informs me.  I find that through the simple act of putting pen to paper, my attitudes about my life, my circumstances, and who I am (or think I am) change.

I also am a creature of habit and routine, I find comfort in routine and the knowledge of how that secure frame helps me to actually achieve and do many things.

Yet.

I often find myself ruminating, and I am sure I am not alone in this, about what more I could be doing.

We are such a culture of more.

MORE!

MORE!

MORE!

A wise person once asked me if I wasn’t happy with what I had, why would more make me happy?

I was floored.

And I began to find gratitude for what I had versus what I did not have, or how I compared myself to others around me, who I thought, at the time, had what I wanted.

So.

It’s Sunday.

A day of rest.

A day for contemplation.

A day for meeting with my best friend early for coffee and taking a long walk.

I like to sleep in on Sundays.

It’s not very late, but it is the only day I do, 8a.m. feels like a tremendous luxury.

Yet.

Today I got up early and got ready to meet my friend for coffee.

Realizing the importance of connecting and being with people I love is very important to me.

Especially as I age and find the grey hairs sprouting from my forehead and gently waving me on from one stage of life to another.

The importance of making time to see people and connect.

I felt more fueled and invigorated by coffee and a walk with my best friend than if I had slept in that extra hour and a half.

Then again, it might have just been the coffee.

But the rejuvenation of company that I adore and a walk through a park I had not hitherto explored in the city was the best tonic.

That and the exceptional weather.

San Francisco’s June gloom (fog season is upon the city) was no where to be seen and it demanded acknowledgement and appreciation.

I did my best to appreciate.

Making sure I took a break from the work projects I had to sit outside for lunch and really be in the moment.

To feel the sun on my skin, hear the birds–identifying crows, seagulls, sparrows, and robins, in the song saturated blue sky, to feel the air warm soft on my face.

Glorious.

It was perhaps the al fresco lunch that set my brain tumbling.

I wasn’t doing enough with my time!

So.

I connected with a friend, decided to do a group meditation in the late afternoon and also, yes!  I’ll go to yoga.

Driving across town, the windows rolled down, my music loud, summer time frolicking all through the city, happy to gather for an hour with community.

Except that when I sat.

My brain attacked me.

It got bogged down in the details of getting back across town, getting my yoga mat out, what should I wear (really, brain, really?) to class, and all the tiny details that my mind thought it needed to figure out while I was meditating.

Gratefully I have learned enough to not judge that part of me and when I could just breathe and let it go.

It’s taken me a long time to breathe and let go.

Perhaps all my life, with all my life yet to practice, I have with valiant effort, tried to do this.

Some days.

Success!

Some days mindless iterations of what needs to be done.

Certainly not sitting still.

When the meditation was up and I said goodbye to the group and some friends I hadn’t seen in a while, the meditation actually made itself quite clear as to what I had to do next.

Hurry up and slow down.

What was more important?

Driving like a lunatic, (safely of course, I drive safely in the city!) perhaps I should rephrase that, drive anxiously, across town to make the yoga class.

Or.

Stop.

Stay awhile.

Hug that friend I don’t see that often, catch up with another, breathe and realize that I have done enough today.

I am a human being.

Not a human doing.

I am allowed to slow down.

To become like molasses, warm and and soft, slow and relaxed, gently moving from one place to another.

So I did not rush across town, I did not beat myself up for not doing more on my day off, hello, that’s what days off are for, slowing down.

Breathing.

Listening to the birds.

Sitting still.

Appreciating what I have and grateful for the chance to skip a yoga class to just be a person having a day off.

Yoga will be there when I need it.

My days off may not be.

Today.

I choose to slow down.

I took the day off.

It was a good choice.

I cannot recommend it enough.

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Food, Gratitude, Health, Self-Care, Spirituality

Mindful Eating

It’s the holidays.

Mindful eating seems like a strange topic to write about.

Yet, it is often on my mind as the days seem to go faster and faster and the number of holiday goodies becomes ever greater.

The first thing I remind myself of is to have gratitude for the food I am consuming.

This means that I say a simple invocation of thanks.

This thank you may be directed to the Universe, your higher power, God as you may understand God, or to no one in particular at all.

Perhaps you say thank you to the persimmon tree for the beautiful persimmon on your plate.

It is the act of being grateful that expands the awareness within that this is food and food is important for growth, life.

Food is meant to be enjoyed.

Somehow, for me, when I say “thank you for this beautiful food” before I put the fork or spoon into my mouth, it gives me a moment to pause and reflect on the journey it took for this particular bit of nourishment to get to my table and then into my mouth and on down into my belly, said belly really does like persimmons so much.

Hojicha persimmons.  I’m afraid I’m a touch biased against the Fuyu, they are not happiness in my mouth.

Pausing.

Saying thank you, expressing gratitude.

Breathing in the smell of the food.

Smell is quite correlated to taste and it is important to enjoy this sensory pleasure as well.

It seems, to me, that in the quest for all things “quick,” “fast,” and “easy,” that much of the very simple pleasures of eating are lost.

This means that I also am mindful of where my mind is at.

Am I on my phone looking at social media posts?

Am I trying to squeeze in just a bit more work and multi-task?

Am I actually present for what I am consuming?

Both from the technology as well as from the food.

It has occurred to me often enough being preoccupied with looking at e-mails and getting a jump on the work week, that I will suddenly find myself with an empty bowl of oatmeal in front of my laptop.

Did I even enjoy what I ate?

This morning for breakfast I had organic oatmeal with a perfectly ripe pear and the aforementioned persimmon, I used sea salt to cook the porridge as well as seasoning it with pumpkin pie spice, cinnamon, and nutmeg.  I finished it with unsweetened vanilla almond milk.

Just writing that makes me hungry!

Good thing I have already eaten my lunch today.

What a loss it would have been if I had not stopped and enjoyed the bounty before me.

Persimmons have such a short season in California that I want to be present and accounted for any time I get the luxury of eating one of these beautiful fruits.

No amount of getting extra work done is worth checking out from the pleasure of the bounty.

Another way that I practice mindful eating is to make sure that I am sitting down to eat my meal.

Just taking time to stop, pull the chair out from the table, and relax for the duration of a meal is an incredible experience.

Too often in the past I was eating on the go, not enjoying what I was eating, forgetful of what I had just consumed, racing to the next deadline, school paper, work event.

I would eat standing up, or worse, in rapid movement from place to place.

There was no enjoyment.

There was just consumption.

Food was not a pleasure it was simply fuel and I needed to get it inside me as fast as possible.

Slowing myself down and acknowledging how much I enjoyed eating my food whilst sitting was revelatory.

I invite you to try.

It doesn’t have to be all at once either.

Start with one meal, even just a snack, if you have the tendency to eat on the go, stop what you are doing and sit with your food.

I guarantee it will taste better.

For you will be present to taste it.

Speaking of being present.

No technology while you eat.

This one is hard and I have had to wean myself slowly from my phone or my laptop.

I am not always successful.

But out of my three daily meals I can happily report that I eat two without any technology in front of me.

I will admit I still often have my laptop or phone with me for breakfast before I sail out into the day.

Yet.

I have discovered, due to a lovely view that I have access to of downtown San Francisco, that when I take the time to sit down at the table at work, look out the window, contemplate the birds flying in the sky, watch the weather as it changes in front of my face, that I am far happier at work the rest of the day.

Taking the time to pause and connect with my food and a lovely view engages many of my senses and the pleasure of eating becomes integral to my self-care at work.

I could little do without it now that I have been practicing it for months than I could say, brushing my teeth in the morning.

Dinner too has become a way for me to slow down.

I used to sit in front of my computer and eat my dinner.

Until about three months ago.

I decided to further implement mindful eating into my routine by making myself a hot dinner when I got home from seeing my clients.

Nourishing myself after being of service is an ethical responsibility for me so that I may continue to help and empower my clients.

And, well, really, it is just lovely!

I light candles, I put on music, of late Coleman Hawkins, I heat up my food (another part of mindful eating is making sure I have food prepped to eat so that I don’t end up eating fast food or take out), and I pour my favorite flavor of sparkling water into a glass.

I do not drink from the bottle.

I use a cloth napkin.

I make it very special.

I find myself becoming revitalized.

Just being with my meal and the warmth of my home and some relaxing music, just these small changes, helped me have a quality of self-care that I find enriching and constantly rewarding.

So.

If you are finding yourself overwhelmed with the busy and the shopping and all the holiday  comings and goings and doings and getting, just stop, pause, take a moment.

Enjoy your meals.

Sit down.

Slow down.

And give yourself the best gift of the season, your own company.

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