Sunday, April 27, 2008

Sunday Scribblings #46 - The Future of the Planet

I have to say that when I saw the topic for this week's Sunday Scribblings, I felt a little less than thrilled. While I am a conscious person, today I feel like the last thing I need is to dwell in negativity or doomsday scenarios and to live, in my mind at least, in a time other than the present.

The future is a good thing to think about, don't get me wrong.
We all have to plan and anticipate and be prepared.
It would be foolish and wildly egocentric of us to believe that we have no role in nurturing mother earth or father universe.
Or that we can live destructively or absentmindedly.

But there's a fine line.
I for one don't want to be so immersed in fear I lose sight of the precious moments in which I am presently living.

So my future is the present.
I'll continue to do my part by riding my bike (year round, yes, in the snow too!), taking public transit when riding's not possible, and composting. Lately, I'm doing a lot more reducing (not buying things I don't need, using my cloth grocery bags ) and re-using (buying used clothing, trading clothes with friends, re-using plastics).



And I'll lend support to environmental causes, no doubt about it.
But I won't be scared.

Friday, April 25, 2008

What it's like when I dance

A few weeks back, after my Sunday morning Nia class at Renaissance Yoga and Ayurveda, Andrea and I decided we would write about the experience of dancing.

So there we were, in Jet Fuel (where else?) writing away. She got a little stressed when I finished after 10 minutes or so, but we both came out with these rockin' experiences that reinforce exactly WHY it is we dance our butts off more than a few times per week!

Here goes:

What Dance Means to Me

I find my soul when I dance.
It's as if I'm being reunited with what feels real and honest and true.

It makes no difference what it looks like; the feeling is what makes the moves blossom and evolve.
When I dance my body moves my spirit; my body dances my spirit's desire.

There are circles and spirals and hot, sweaty sighs that elevate my aura to bliss.
The smiles that my whole body experiences sink into my cells and live there until the next dance.

I live in my body and not in my mind, the dance dismissing my chatter.
The pleasure of perspiration refreshes as if a thirst pleading for relief.



Winding in and out of myself accesses my POWER.

This drug called dance stretches my bones and gifts me with joyous passion which I pack into the dark and dusty corners of my heart.

My nervous system revs up and then hums contently. Finely tuned. Soothed.

My brain jiggles while my toes squish stress away.

Mostly I don't care if you don't understand.
Makes no difference to me.

All you need to know is that

I am Jennifer
and
I am a dancer.

Sunday, April 20, 2008

Sunday Scribblings #45 - Composed


(Photo by Daniel Southard)


Unable to steady her throbbing heart
Nor to stop the pulsating symphony in her ears,
Despite quivering fingers, and
A million larvae in her belly,
She took a chance.

RAW exposure.
Enamel flashed.
Self-confidence oozed from fingers and toes
and lips.

She remained composed.
Rocked the house.


"Brace yourself for a never-ending date with uncertainty"

Thursday, April 17, 2008

Follow up to "Poem in Your Pocket" Day

So, as I mentioned yesterday, today was "Poem in Your Pocket Day".

It was great for me, was it great for you?

I was lucky enough to have 2 poems put into my pocket. Gawd, I'm so fortunate. Who are these lovely beings that I have attracted into my life?

The first one was from Paul. This morning, as I was doing my apres Breakfast Television "how-can-I-possibly-survive-the-day-without-falling-asleep-on-the-couch-in-the-sun" drama routine, he slipped me a little poem-for-my-pocket.

I read it while waking up to my Jet Fuel.

I shared it with my Nia at noon class today - not once, but twice. Why? Because it was my poem. And I loved that it was in my pocket all day. So, I don't think he'll mind if I shout it out:

"In your own sweet way,
You make the world go 'round.
As you go about each day,
You touch a new person in some way.
The simplicity of it all,
makes me stop to think;
What a beautiful person you are,
And how lucky I am to be yours!"


Awwwwww!


Even more awwww was Andrea, who after the Nia demo class at her condo tonight, toured me around her place, showed me who she was, and honoured me by having read my blog today and giving me this beautiful poem-for-my-pocket tomorrow (because tomorrow is boxing day poem-in-my-pocket day!):

"R-e-a-c-h in & pull out;
this mirror of your LIGHT
when U R feeling dark,

This little strip of your essence:
positive radiant Energy
as a remind UR not your thoughts
whenever negative ones flood your mind,

this ticket to freedom
upon finding yourself in a trap

this smile,
when u aren't feeling' so cherrio

this seed of light
when U need inspiration,

this star
symbol of your Divine self
when U lose the connection."


How fortunate am I...


This week started off R*O*U*G*H*. Inexplicably I felt really deep-rest (how I want to think of being depressed because what it really signals is that I've gone too far). I think I've been riding a bit of a high lately, and I need to be careful with that, because even though I think the drugs have got this bipolar thing licked, I'm really fooling myself if I don't practice self-awareness.

Wednesday, April 16, 2008

Poem in Your Pocket Day = Thursday April 17, 2008



Are you ready for this?

Tomorrow is POEM IN YOUR POCKET DAY!

Poem in your pocket, poem in your pocket, poem in your pocket. (think Capital One commercials)

Initiated by the NYC education board,
this is a day where everyone carries a poem in their pocket.

You can participate too!
Just write a poem, and stick it in your (or someone elses') pocket.

And then in the middle of your 9AM board meeting,
or Nia class,
or therapy session,
or subway ride,
or shower,
or coffee date,
or sleep-fest,
Interrupt and shout poetry out to...anyone!
If they look at you funny or want to admit you,
Inform them that it's poem in your pocket day- duh!

I wrote one for my Paul
It's already in his pocket.

Will you write one????? Which pocket will it go into?

I have one more to write - it's for me...

Sunday, April 13, 2008

Sunday Scribblings #44 - Fearless

She backed out of the driveway
She was part of a family of 4
Pulling the car into the driveway
She became a family of 3
Fearless

She had to take care of her 2
But first had to take care of number 1
She left for awhile
But came back after not too long
Fearless

Her growing 2
Challenged her 1 spirit
Strength gave her the 4ce
To begin to lay down new roots
Defining the 3 as 1
Fearless



Studying 4ever
Led to a 3 year degree
While looking after 2
And becoming a learned 1
Fearless

To preserve this special 3
This 1
Selflessly sacrificed 4 them
These 2 complicated and fascinating 1s
Working
Crying
Fearless

Dedicated 1
Now nurtures 3
A new blond-haired 3
We 2 are 4ever touched
By our 1
Fearless
Mom


(This piece is about my mom, who, despite my dad's suicide, epitomized the word fearless. She raised my twin sister and I on her own and taught me so much about strength and independence. My 3 year old nephew Andrew is now the lucky recipient of her wisdom and sensitivity every day that she looks after him).

Sunday, April 6, 2008

Sunday Scribblings #43 - Photograph

Photographs.

What an interesting prompt this week. To start, I just have to say that my friend Lina, whom I met in India in on Christmas Day 2005, recently told me about this amazing site for artists and and writers. It's called RedBubble. You can post and sell work online.Lina's on there, check out her profile here. She has some really AMAZING photographs up, and her writing is exquisite!

What follows is a photo montage of my trip to India this past February.

My task in this post is to name, but not explain each photo. Encapsulating the memory in a few words is the challenge I'm setting for myself...

(post script: turns out the spacing of these photos and their captions was the bigger challenge for this html neophyte! arghhhhh).

~~Radiance Turns Her Back on Nature~~









~~~~~~~~~Choose an Adventure and See it Through~~~~~~~~~





~~~~~~~~~ Stone Cold Earth Mother ~~~~~~~~








~~~~~~~~~ Bovine Marketing ~~~~~~~~~~~



~~ She Says She's Not Mortal ~~








~~ Might and Muscle ~~



~~~~~ Join me for a rest ~~~~~~






~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Groovy ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~





~~ 'Splosion ~~






~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Cancer-stick foliage ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~






~~~~~~~~~~~~ Globot ~~~~~~~~~~~~~










~~~~~~~ WTF~~~~~~~





~~~~~~~~~~ Kleptomaniac toeses~~~~~~~~~~






~~ Evocation ~~






~~~~~~~~~~~~ Dripping digits ~~~~~~~~~~~~~





~~ He was there all along ~~

Thursday, April 3, 2008

Past Lives - This occupies a lot of my thinking time lately

The first time I travelled to India, Nicole taught me about past life theories. We had this amazing experience when she practiced Reiki with me (my first experience with Reiki, and the whole reason I extended my first trip to India for!). Essentially, we both experienced a similar flash of me ~ as a man~ in a convincingly similar environment and set of circumstances. Although it was eerie (and quite frankly difficult to believe), there were too many similarities in our visual stories to ignore. She got me seriously thinking about the idea of past lives, something I'd never contemplated before.

Nicole recommended Dr. Brian Weiss' book called "Many Lives, Many Masters", and I quickly went and bought it (for about the equivalent of about $6 Canadian...!!!....). I cracked the spine with pure disbelief. Nothing I had ever experienced in my life up until then could have convinced me that this was anything other than quackery.

But now, after having been in India again, and having reconnected with my soulmate Linaji (just tonight, on the phone to California while writing this!!!), I have a little more buy-in about the whole thing. Even though Paul doesn't quite get it, that's ok. It soothes my soul to think about my issues spanning across life times and not being totally responsible for them (karma-wise).

Here's the bio of the author. His story makes me buy in to the potential validity of this...my scientific training can't handle anything too "woo-woo", and, thanks to 6 years and $40, 000 of tuition at U of T, I've been taught to critically evaluate subjective claims of success. Yet, this speaks to me. This captures my attention.

As a traditional psychotherapist, Dr. Brian Weiss was astonished and skeptical when one of his patients began recalling past-life traumas that seemed to hold the key to her recurring nightmares and anxiety attacks. His skepticism was eroded, however, when she began to channel messages from "the space between lives," which contained remarkable revelations about Dr. Weiss's family and his dead son. Using past-life therapy, he was able to cure the patient and embark on a new, more meaningful phase of his own career.

A graduate of Columbia University and Yale Medical School, Brian L. Weiss M.D. is Chairman Emeritus of Psychiatry at the Mount Sinai Medical Center in Miami.

Dr. Weiss maintains a private practice in Miami. In addition, Dr. Weiss conducts national and international seminars and experiential workshops as well as training programs for professionals.


In his first book, "Many Lives, Many Masters", there are an incredible number of compelling stories about a client for whom traditional methods of therapy have failed (I guess I can relate "traditional" therapy missing the mark). After Dr. Weiss reluctantly turned to hypnosis to help his client, Catherine manage recurring nightmares and chronic anxiety attacks, they both saw change. What happened was that Catherine began recalling trauma experienced in past lives that began to free her in her present life.

Even though Dr. Weiss remained cynical, after a time he could no longer deny Catherine's powerful recollections, some of which brought with them powerful revelations about his own life. Mostly it began to make sense to him that the influence of our past lives can really have an impact on our present behaviours.

So now, the second book I'm reading is called "Messages from the Masters". What I'm learning from it is that destiny brings us to our "guides" that help us choose and transition into our next life.

You know what else blows my mind? According to Dr. Weiss, we choose to come back into a present life with those who were part of our past lives. That's really reassuring to me. When I was about 6 years old, I distinctly remember being really scared about the possibility of eternal life. I think that was because I thought I was just going to exist forever in this state of nothing-ness. This re-frames those fears, knowing that I can come back with those whom I choose.

Have you ever heard of someone being referred to as an "old soul"?. Typically that means that this person is mature, thoughtful, serious, wise, and dependable. Yet, really, I think we're all "old souls". If what Dr. Weiss proports is true, then we all have innate wisdom that has been cultivated for thousands of years. So in this lifetime, our responsibility is to reveal that wisdom and act on it. To turn down the volume on those messages that turn us away from our true selves and to honour the truth of our own knowing.

This theory works for me. Despite the fact that my "rational" left brain tells me that having lived past lives is impossible, my body believes that this really could be true. I can offer some examples:

* what else could explain why it felt so familiar when I arrived in India in 2005? Even though I had suffered panic attacks in crowds here in Toronto, in India the crowds, noise, invasion of personal space and commotion was oddly calming...

* and what about my conflicted sense of gender? I always had this sense of really feeling what it's like to be a man - not in a transexual way, but I never really felt comfortable being a "girl". I can identify with living in a man's body, even though I know that's not what I need/want to be right now, in this life.

* and, freaky as it may seem, there are folks in my life that I know have been with me before. There's just this comfort and ease and sense of familiarity - a sense of knowing and being able to relate in a way that seems well beyond "clicking".

Mostly, this whole past life theory thing just makes me feel happy that we are all "old souls" and that we are all on the same path. That this life is not new, that we have the resources to make it work and to advance along the path towards consciousness.

Tuesday, April 1, 2008

My recurring dreams about packing



So for the last year or year-and-a-half, I've had this dream about packing. You know, like packing boxes, or packing a suitcase. Usually, though, I'm packing boxes.

I am never packing the same things, nor am I in the same place when packing, and I am never usually packing to go to the same place. The climax and the anxiety provoking part of the dream comes when I either:

a) run out of time and cannot possibly finish packing all my things (there are far too many things to pack),
or
b) run out of boxes to pack my many belongings into,
or
c) realize that I don't have the help that I need to pack everything up in time.

So it seems, in every dream with this packing theme, that if I only had more time, boxes, or help, I would be able to get everything packed to go.

Where do these insurmountable packing projects take place?
Often in one room of a house (a different one each time), or in an office (never the same one).

And where am I going?
I never really know that. That doesn't seem to be the point. The point is that wherever I'm going, I won't be able to take all the things I want to take with me. The dream always ends in the panic of the realization that I'm not meeting the "deadline" and feel lost about how to resolve the angst of not being prepared.

About 6 months ago, I asked my therapist for her take on the dream. She and I had been doing some dream analysis about a year back and she's really quite in tune with the symbolism behind dreams. She made some good observations. I had been going through a transition. Leaving one life (environment) behind and transitioning to a new path (environment). I suppose she though I was having some reservations about that, hence the anxiety.

Yah, that was partly true, but now I feel pretty confident about where I have been and where I'm going. And yet the dreams happen about 3 times per month, easily.

Today I finally decided to google this, because I'm curious (and because I don't have the luxury of asking my therapist again since she's on mat leave).

So here's what I found. Several interpretations:

This dream, as all dreams, could have several different meanings. If you are packing your stuff and storing it or packing to move, you may be concerned about significant changes that are going on in your life. Otherwise, your unconscious may be organizing and letting go of emotional "baggage." Some other interpretations say that dreaming about packing is simply a hint from your unconscious that you are involved in too many activities and may need to pack some of them up and put them away.

So maybe I need to still drop a bit of baggage yet? Hmmm...maybe?!

This is a typical PTSD (post traumatic stress disorder) dream and that the progress made in the dreams reflects the progress made in healing.

I don't have PTSD, though, so.....

Because your dream theme is recurring, it could be that your unconscious is trying to get a message through but you haven't really taken it on board yet. It's using a symbol from your waking life - the packing and unpacking - to represent something going on for you at a deep, inner and as yet unconscious level.

Perhaps (the mostly likely of the 3 explanations I think).

Any thoughts or ideas?