Mindfulness

Let’s face it. In the middle of winter in Michigan, with the temperature below zero, the last thing on my mind is embracing adventure.

Fortunately, the palm trees and signpost remind me that there are other places in the world where it is warm and toasty.

I remember winter will be over, and soon enough I’ll be working out in my garden instead of huddled under blankets.

The signpost speaks to me of travel adventures still calling my name: Toronto? Rio de Janeiro? Prague?

The signpost reminds me that, with a last name like Wallace, it’s a shame I still haven’t been to Scotland. And that maybe a trip to see friends in North Carolina or Arizona would be a lot of fun.

But then I stop and sink into these thoughts further. I pause and sense what the deeper reason why this is the perfect photo to start a new year.

This photo invites me to embrace the spirit of adventure in the every day.

An adventure doesn’t have to be a big undertaking. You don’t have to climb a mountain or swim a sea to be adventurous.

Last year, I took a weekend trip to Mackinaw Island and stayed at the world reknown Grand Hotel. For me it was an adventure because it was a spur-of-the-moment decision.

It’s something I’m not likely to repeat anytime soon, but boy, was it an adventure!

A few years ago I “glamped” in an old camper for adventure. I reveled in the silence on the private lake and loved watching the full moon rise through the trees. The crackle of a warm fire as the night became cold was nothing short of enchanting.

And even though the camper was on land owned by a friend, it was an adventure for me. It forced me to step out of my day-to-day routine, and see things in a slightly different way.

Even commonplace activities can be adventures. For me, going to the local thrift store is fun. It’s a little different every time, and I never know what I’ll find.

What little adventures do you have in your everyday life?

How can pull yourself out of the mundane to experience enchantment?

What steps can you take to honor the spirit of adventure this year?

Well we’ve made it to the final month of yet another year, and we’re smack in the middle of another holiday season.

How are you feeling?

Take time right now, to check in on yourself.

Close your eyes, take a deep breathe, exhale.

Repeat until you feel the obligations and busyness of the holiday season fall away.

While I’m not scrambling to get to parties or buy gifts for many people, I still feel the weight of December.

In fact, the gauntlet of holidays from Halloween to New Year’s wears on me like an extra large, heavy, wet, overcoat.

It feels like the whole world is squeezing through some terribly tiny hallway.

The swirl of emotions is palpable.

And the days are shorter, nights longer, darkness and winter settling in for a good, long stay.

Light a candle on a dark winter’s night.

Turn the lights off and see how brightly the single flame shines.

Remember that, as you run to yet another party, it is important to take care of yourself.

Radical self care means you will have the energy to shine your light.

There are challenges every day on the path of life.

You’re walking along, minding your own business, being the best person you can be. Then your concentration slips,  or you take one misstep.

And berate yourself for getting it wrong.

Does any of the following sound familiar?

“I can’t do that because I would look stupid. I’m afraid to try something new, so I just do the same things, but I like the same things, so there’s nothing wrong with that, right? People might laugh if I wear this. I hope my makeup is on the right way. I am so glad my mother (or grandmother or mother-in-law or daughter or sister or whoever) can’t see what I’m wearing today; she would have a fit. I hope I don’t embarrass myself.  Why did I say that? I hope I don’t run into anyone I know at the grocery store. I hope the boss doesn’t notice that I’m a couple of minutes late. I hope my coworker doesn’t get mad.”

Do you see mighty maple trees angry because leaves turn yellow instead of red? No.

Do other deciduous plants get upset because this year they’re loosing leaves at a slower rate? No.

Then why do you persist in such personal badgering?

And for many of us, this happens every day – all day long.

Thanks to monkey mind, you may even berate yourself for something that happened (or might have happened) years ago.

Right now, know that it is OK to make a mistake.

It is OK to jig when you should have jagged.

It is OK to be on a different wavelength.

It is OK to feel what you feel.

Take a deep breathe. Calm yourself on the inside. Drop the criticism, if only for a moment or two.

This guided meditation is about forgiveness. Listen and let go of the judgement of whatever it is in your life that’s holding you back, of whatever you regret. It’s time to forgive yourself, if only for the length of this video.

We’re accustomed to hearing sad stories about our world: terrorist attacked, accidental deaths, car crashes, explosions, and more permeate our lives through the media.

And perhaps because of the profusion of ‘bad’ news, we forget that the world is magical, mysterious, and often humorous. I was reminded of this on a simple Sunday evening.

Tibetan Singing Bowl Concert

I’d wanted to see Mark Handler performing with singing bowls and Tibetan overtone chanting for years, but the dates and times had never quite lined up correctly, so I was excited when Red Bloom Yoga Community Center announced his  appearance.

Sortly before the appointed concert start time, I changed my clothes and walked to the yoga center.

Though they’d sold advance tickets, I hadn’t bothered to purchase one, and was hoping I’d get in the door. I was greeted as I came into the entrance hall, and was in luck. I nabbed one of the last available spots.

One of the owners gave me a quick tour, and invited me to remove my shoes before entering the performance space. I slipped my Dansko sandals off just at the door to that space, walked to an awaiting yoga mat, sat down, and entered meditation.

Mark Handler was already in the room, seated in the center of a collection of singing bowls. He chatted, rearranged, drank water, chatted, and rearranged.

The room filled and the performance commenced. The participants laid down on yoga mats, some covered with the wool blankets, and relaxed. The sound of the singing bowls permeated everything.

The music ended and slowly the audience returned to sitting positions. Some shared stories of their experience during the music.

In fact, the tones of singing bowls create an energy conducive to sleep, deep meditation, and out of body experiences. As a result, after these experiences you’re often not quite all there.

Based on my experiences, it’s not the same ‘out of control’ that you have when drunk, it’s more spacey or even “airy fairy.” Fortunately, with more exposure to the various states produced by meditation, you learn how to bring yourself into the present moment and location.

Anyway, the discussions continued, and a few people left. No doubt they needed to get home and prepare for the new work week.

I lingered as the energy in the room subsided and felt grounded and complete. Eventually though, I walked out to the entry hall and looked for my sandals.

The Missing Sandals

They were gone.

My favorite Dansko sandals were gone. Kaput. Missing in action. Disappeared.

I looked around the small entry hall a few times. Nope.

Maybe in the cubbies in the performance space? Nope.

At that point, one of the yoga center owners approached me and together, we hunted for my sandals. We didn’t find them.

Through this hunting for my missing sandals not once did I give in to the desire to rant and rave.

It would have been easy to get mad, to raise my voice, to complain, to insist that the center refund my concert entrance price or drive me home.

Instead, I laughed.

Finding Humor In Difficult Times

I knew that, in the place of clarity and compassion and love and trust engendered by the experience of the singing bowls, my sandals would return to me. I knew they would do everything they could to ensure that this was put right, and they didn’t disappoint.

They shared stories of how others had had shoes or coats taken by mistake, and how it always worked out fine. I kept laughing, as I was confident this mystery would be solved in the most gracious and mysterious way.

They quickly reached out to the people who had left the singing bowl concert before me and – sure enough – someone had walked out wearing my sandals. Unfortunately she lived an hour away from the center, so couldn’t return immediately. She agreed that we would simply exchange sandals for the time being, and return each other’s to the yoga center.

Her NAOT brand sandals fit my feet perfectly, and I wore them home. I’d always wondered how they would feel, and I did like them.

I missed my Dansko’s and their arch support, but made it home with no problem. The next day, I returned her sandals to the yoga center.

A couple of days later, they called me to say that mine had returned. So once again, I walked to the yoga center.

“Are you here for a class or for the other event?” asked the receptionist.

“I’m here for shoes,” I replied. She laughed, and knew exactly what I was talking about. I slipped my shoes into a bag, and headed home.

A Little Magic In The World

This is how the world is supposed to work: a little mischievousness, a little sadness, a little magic. Yes, I was sad (and sure, a little mad) that my sandals had disappeared. But I hold a strong belief that -most of the time- the world is friendly and that your things come back to you.

For example, in my last year of college, I went to see a band play at a party on a bitter cold winter’s night. I dropped my coat on a pile of other coats and danced the winter’s night away.

When it was time to go home, the coat was gone. I dashed home, shivering all the way.  The next day, I learned that someone had taken all of the coats at the party. My coat, and all of the other coats, were recovered in a nearby town.

Of course, life doesn’t always work out that way. No matter how much you trust in the universe, bad things happen.

How you respond at these times, and when the ‘simple bad’ things like missing sandals happen, say a lot about your sense of the world.

I believe in magic.

I trust in the power of love to transform fear.

I know the universe is kind, generous, and has a wicked sense of humor.

And I believe I’ll return to Red Bloom Yoga Center in the future.

And if I ever happen to meet the person who purloined my sandals, I believe I’ll have found a new friend.