I never liked driving. Not since the day I got my license oh, so many years ago. It was always a source of stress for me. Lots of cars rushing, along with me rushing always meant pressure rising. Getting in the car meant I had to be someplace at some time and I was probably running late. Not to mention the financial stress incurred by having to put gas in the car to drive.
As the gas prices have risen, it is ironic to me that my stress during driving has lowered. In an effort to conserve my gasoline usage, I have started slowing down. I am religiously driving the speed limit and I do not seem to be in as much of a hurry anymore. I am not speeding from one stop sign to the next and I am actually enjoying driving which is something completely new. I am no longer angry anymore and wondering what shade of green the person in front of me is waiting for at the red light because she did not gun her gas the nano second that the light turned green. Perhaps this is because I have become more conservative and gentle in my own pressing of the gas pedal.
The rising cost of gasoline has helped me to become much more relaxed and even zen-like in my driving. I ease on the gas pedal. I ease off the gas and ease to a stop. I drive the speed limit and allow those who haven't come to the light to pass me by. It's OK, they'll eventually figure it out, or not. For me, I am in the moment. I am driving peacefully. I now enjoy being behind the wheel.
And strangely enough, this seems to be helping ease the stress at the pump for me a bit.
Thursday, July 17, 2008
Tuesday, July 15, 2008
Being a relatively beginner to intermediate weaver, with no local shop in my area, I am always on the look out for a clear and lovely book to learn from. I just found this wonderful book at the library. It is so wonderful that I am going to put it on my wish list. It is simple and lovely. It gives basic instructions on warping your loom with super illustrations. Each project is truly beautiful using a variety of yarns and a gorgeous color theme. The author lists your weft and warp clearly on the side and of course includes a beautiful full color photo. Check it out at your local library and see for yourself. I think you will enjoy it also.
Sunday, July 13, 2008
Well, I thought it would be a good idea to post a happy thought or video to make both of us smile each week. So here is my first installment, a little ditty from Sesame Street. I first saw this one my second go round with SS. You see, I was among the first generation of children to benefit from the CTWP of Sesame Street. I loved it and was thrilled to get to redo it in the 80's with my son. Here is one of the new songs they introduced with my son's generation.
That was the really neat thing about watching SS the second time around. They still showed the skits I grew up with, like, 'Lady Bug Picnic' and 'C is for Cookie', and introduced fun songs like this one for my son. I really think this is a riot and hope it will bring a smile to your day.
Say hello to your 'inner child' for me.
Posted by Solace Moonwalker at 7:57 AM
It's funny, as I was reading over my 'About Me', I was thinking to myself, 'if only girl.' The truth is, there are moments, even days where I can be all those things that I say I am. I see the good in everyone and everything, including myself. There are days that I feel the absolute joy of every moment. I can ride every wave that comes my way and brace myself through every earthquake. I reach my hand out to every one who needs and my heart beats with deepest compassion for my fellow being.
Then suddenly as if out of the clear blue sky, I find myself in the 'depths of despair'. This is nothing new, a pattern well established early in my life and still running strong. I am not so sure it is something that I will every over come or something that I even need to. Is it just part of my human journey here on this planet? The ups and downs and the ebbs and flows of life happen to most everyone I have ever chatted with.
The truth is, we are all aspiring for something more. That is why I say I am an aspiring wise woman. I aspire for all this and more. I imagine you do too.
With that, I welcome you, whoever you are. You have stumbled into my world and you are welcome to visit as many times and for as long as you like. This is my cyber swing, my virtual garden, my keyboard kitchen where I can visit with you. I will probably share a little of everything in my life and you will find that it is an amalgamation of a life that has been well filled with it's fair share of joys and sorrows.
Probably alot like yours.
Friday, July 4, 2008
Some days I feel so spiritual and mystical. Some days I even feel Magikal!
This is not one of those days.
This morning is quite different and I am feeling everything but that. This morning as I drink my coffee and read other blogs, I am finding myself feeling sad, angry and quite cynical.
At this moment in time I have no belief and no faith and the whole thing seems ridiculous and pointless.
Some Wise Woman aren't I?? When I set up this blog I was feeling hopeful and dreamy, as if things could and would turn around. But today is another story. I am physically tired, emotionally drained, and after reading these posts on other blogs I wonder, what is the point?
Is it indeed a fact that there is no Mystery? No Spirit? No point to any religous affinity? Am I delusional to keep trying to find my faith?
Yesterday I caught my first baby. I am a doula and while we were in the car on the way to the hospital, the baby decided not to wait to get there to say hello, so on route baby came.
I caught the baby.
The most amazing thing that could ever happen, happened to me. I caught another human life. I caught her and helped her out of her mother's womb and handed her to her mother's waiting breast. She cried and rooted and mother and I were grateful for her healthy and safe arrival.
So why today am I am not dancing and singing the praises of the Creator whoever He/She may be. Why did I not grab my sefer tehillim (book of psalms) and say the whole book? Why am I not the happiest being on earth?
Even yesterday as she way being born I just knew that I had to do what I had to do and I did it. The baby was being born and I knew there was no stopping the process. So I reached out my hands and caught this new and precious arrival to the planet and handed her to her mother.
Where is my wonder?
How can I be sodeeply influenced by what others write you may wonder?
It's not so simple you know. It's not so simple because the the rooster that is crowing so loudly this morning came from the egg you laid, kept warm and finally hatched.
It's all very interesting to me this whole process.