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A day without writing…

Jump

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This may be the shallowest, most nonsensical thing I have attempted to shake out of my laptop.

Today was a day without writing. I’m missing my high-board jump into my bubble-bath of words.

For the past ten weeks or so, I have poured out things I thought I knew, things I thought I understood, things I have tried to see through others eyes. Today, nothing. Today, I think I didn’t think. And that was the thought that sparked my comfort-zone of consciousness off the couch.

When even my simplest words haven’t been extruded and examined, I feel as though I haven’t really been here. My eyes, searching up and left (as they always do when I’m trying to get the synapses firing) snatched the day’s random images: the golf shot that I should have been practicing mentally, the synchronicity of fellow bloggers working out why we feel compelled to validate and adopt each other’s view–valiantly attempting to cobble together our own little soul-groups of security. And stranger still–in our  state of nonsensical conundrum–mystified as to why our soul-group is so different from theirs.

At the end of the day, I may not know any more than the morning, but through my struggle to feel alive through the demolition and reconstruction of my elementary words, I’m feeling worthy of taking up space again. It’s the old, familiar brain-muscle-burn, feeling satisfied that I have tried.

How about you? Do you experience a free-falling existential angst when deprived of your me-time bubble-bath of words?

Mira

Staying alive…

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Let Gary Debate. (Or, please excuse me, my flag is showing.)

We have a family anecdote that has always reminded us to ask, “Why?”

As the story goes, every Christmas, Aunt Dora would carefully divide her ham into two parts before slipping it into the oven. When her daughter was old enough to ask why, Aunt Dora didn’t really know—it was what her mother had always done. Aunt Dora finally asked her own mother. “Oh, that was the only way I could get it to fit into my roasting pot.”

The Johnson/Weld Libertarian ticket is unprecedented—a new pot. They are common sense, dignity, steady courage, and an adjective seldom heard in politics: compassion. Let’s lift the lid off that old two-party pot: if you are polled, choose Gary Johnson. You’ve not committed your vote. What you will have done is allowed America to hope for something that we had presumed extinct: leadership that we wouldn’t mind our children emulating.

If you are polled, please help us all. Cast your poll vote for Gary Johnson. Let him debate. Let us learn. And think. That will give us a REAL chance to decide. Perhaps our old two-party pot could serve us better in a museum.

And please excuse me, my flag is STILL showing. 😉

Mira

Loving patiently while they learn…

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Waiting patiently in silence for the returning spring of life-giving love…

Judging vs. discerning; rejecting the person vs. employing wisdom for daily-living

There seems to be a common theme here in the blog-o-sphere, around which humanity has obstacles of communication for developing a unifying understanding. And yet, perhaps we are growing closer.

I found article on the website TheOverwhelmedBrain.com that beautifully illustrates how a form of judgment can destroy relationships. (Click or tap the link above for access to the article. The website itself is linked here, inside the “Daily Balance” of my Starfish Mission.)

A teacher with whom I once worked seemed to have struck this beautiful balance. She often remarked that her mother, also a teacher, had repeatedly instructed her to “remember to always be kind”. Continue reading “Loving patiently while they learn…”

Judgment ≠ Discernment

Hike

 

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Take a hike, chump! You’re not worth my time!!! (judgement or discernment?)

Judgment vs. Discernment (Psychology Today)

Wait–don’t we need to make good decisions?

Sometimes my forays into cautionary tales about being judgmental are met with vehement cries of derision–especially when one’s work hinges upon the ability to make informed and wise decisions. As a teacher, I remember frequent reminders that teachers make upwards of 1,500 critical decisions each day affecting students, parents, schools, communities—well, you get the picture. Teachers are hardly alone in their circles of influence.

My new growth mindset of possibility:

I have come to the place where my most solid assurance is that there is no end: that the conversations go on between all the souls who love each other, living and dead. I have no certifiable proof of this–only that this understanding gives me peace and allows me to maintain open conversations with basically anyone. From a mindset of no end,  nothing seems catastrophic anymore; we just continue learning how to love better. That also allows me to allow others’ their own interpretations of end vs. no end. And yet, when I see others in pain, knowing that there can be life here on the terra firma without emotional pain, I suppose that I cannot, in good conscience, stop myself from putting these thoughts out there.  (Most solid assurance, after all, is not without doubt.)

Each person comes to their working core truth in their own way and at their own time. When you get to that place, I don’t think that you never want to leave that solid foundation. You just build from there. I would love to know what you think: have you reached a meaning-of-life that works for you? If so, how has it affected your interpretation of judgement?  

Decisions, words-meanings, and relationships

So, the building: we humans have our gargantuan task of working out the fabric of meanings that fashion our relationships. Our life-raft relationships that we build despite the raging oceans of our many languages, cultures, contexts, values–all of it, might be secured or destroyed upon the interpretation of a single word: judgement. To me, judgement can mean allowing a relationship or dismissing it.

In my opinion, our interpretation and application of the difference between judgment and discernment is worth mindful consideration.

Value of souls vs. value of physical matters

Claim: Judgment addresses the value of a person. If we can accept that we are all differently-gifted for our own unique life’s purpose, every individual would have equal value. We each contribute to the whole in our own way. I see it as the value of one’s soul and worthiness to take up space, to be heard, and to be loved.

Claim: Discernment, according to conventional interpretation, is based upon what can be observed: objective matters. (Granted, there is also a  Biblical application of the word discernment, which may or may not integrate well. This would probably also make for a good discussion!)  I discovered an article published a few years ago (2011) in Psychology Today. It was written by Dr. Raj Raghunathan, who explains it much more eloquently than I. Here it is again:

Judgment vs. Discernment (Psychology Today)

What do you think? What determines the difference between judgment and discernment for you?  How does that kind of distinction play out in your daily living?

Love, ❤ ❤ ❤

Mira

 

The Spring of Spirituality

Passionate

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21 Symptoms of Spiritual Awakening – LauraMarie

This year, autumn is reminding me of spring.

In my hemisphere, days are growing cooler and shorter, but there is a new part of me that feels like spring has arrived.

Wrenching oneself away from the world of the concrete, absolute, and scientifically proven can be a little unsettling at first–like flying solo for the first time.

Whether you have caught a glimpse of this dramatically different life through a church, your personal research, a coach–it doesn’t matter. Once here, you don’t want to leave. And, there is an unspeakable joy in the immersion and connection with others who have allowed themselves access to authenticity. In authenticity, we are daring to live greatly in a community of higher consciousness. Here, together, we begin to sense the vibrations of the universe itself. Here, we begin to grasp the personification of passion.

Even though I was raised in a traditional church, thinking this openly is new for me, too. As long as I am able, I will continue to join with others–maybe even you–as we connect deeper and more richly than ever. Jesus did his level-best to help us understand his Kingdom. Let us never attempt to limit our openness to the wonder of creation.

Extricating oneself from a negative past of bullying, abuse, neglect, and/or trauma is cause for celebrating every moment that feels like spring. If you’re still trying to find a reason to celebrate, I’m doing my best to help you start on StarfishMission

The website from above ( 21 Symptoms of Spiritual Awakening – LauraMarie ) is the result of a simple Internet search of “what happens when you open your mind to possibility”. I’d love to hear if you have or are experiencing any of the “21”.

FYI – the linked page is in English, most of the rest of the WordPress website for its 5 million followers is French. 🙂

-Mira

Unexpected Award!

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FindingBreathless is still in its infant stages, less than three months, so I am both surprised and honored to be nominated for this award by LazyHaze. Thank you for reading my blog, engaging in heartwarming and insightful conversation, and considering it worthy of nomination for The Versatile Blogger Award.

Seven Random Facts About Me:

  1. Two of my happiest places are at a keyboard: laptop or piano.
  2. My outlandish triumphs include ten days of canoeing the Boundary Waters, rappelling down Steamboat Rock, and changing shock absorbers, oil, and tires (all with help!).
  3. You can’t pry me away from a lush garden at night if it surrounds a water feature flooded in color.
  4. I think that God created Celtic music, and then rested.
  5. I’d like to lobby for moments of silence in honor of sunrises and sunsets.
  6. The Secret Garden has all of life’s lessons between its front and back covers (in my humble opinion).
  7. I am thankful for: the doers, the peace-keepers, the encouragers, and the thinkers. We cannot exist without each other.

I have greatly enjoyed being a part of the WordPress community these past few weeks, and I hope to go on doing so for a long time. I love reading many blogs here in our community, and it is hard choose. (We are asked to pick 10.) They are all full of sincere, thoughtful, and moving posts.

Here Are My Nominations:

  1. https://letthelightinreflections.com/
  2. https://aestheticmiradh.wordpress.com/home/
  3. http://kristinakoti.com/
  4. https://ridiculousbharath.wordpress.com/
  5. https://amileinmyshoes.co/
  6. https://erinmariemcdowell.wordpress.com/
  7. https://justbreathe826.wordpress.com/
  8. http://postwidowhood.blogspot.com/
  9. https://whereverthemindwanderssoshallmypenfollow.wordpress.com/
  10. https://anadelourdes.wordpress.com/

The rules of the award are:

  1. Thank the person who has nominated you.
  2. Share the versatile blogger award on your blog.
  3. Share seven random facts about yourself.
  4. Tag 10 bloggers with less than 1000 followers and let them know they have been nominated.

Mira

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

What of Karma, God, Spirituality, and skepticism?

Together

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It’s our Karma: learning together.

https://www.thetreeofawakening.com/karma/

To read a sampling of my posts, you might guess that I am a skeptic. Maybe a Christian, or maybe not. Perhaps I am a follower of an Eastern religion. Actually, I am none of them. I am also all of them. I am evolving in my understanding of God, life, death, and the loving power that continually creates this universe. I love my little church community. We golf together. We sing together. We laugh, cry, have a glass of wine, and link our arms in an effort to grow our caring circle of influence wherever and whenever we can. Continue reading “What of Karma, God, Spirituality, and skepticism?”

Wisdom of hot and sour soup

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He says he may be leaving soon.

His eyes weigh heavy on my heart. I order my carry-out comfort food: hot and sour soup.

They say that creativity rushes in with healing memories, seeking to repair the wound of a truth, excised upon its diagnosis: an alien malignancy.

My fortune-cookie wisdom explains that we replace our God-given faces with the faces we make of our own. Continue reading “Wisdom of hot and sour soup”

Fragile: vulnerable, morally-weak deplorables

Fragile

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Red Cedar Trees: fragile, vulnerable

Red Cedars once flourished on the banks of the Cedar River, perfectly adapted to their environment. Sturdy, naturally water-repellent trunks fell prey to 19th-century homesteaders in desperate need of fuel and protection. Conservationists’ targeted efforts now cultivate and protect the remaining, the fragile, the few.

Fragile, vulnerable, deplorable, hungry, crafty, consumers

Continue reading “Fragile: vulnerable, morally-weak deplorables”