Beginner's Heart

Beginner's Heart

small breakthroughs

breakthroughAfter whining so piteously yesterday about New Year’s resolutions, and laying new habits in place, I had one of those days when the bad habits were sooo much easier to forget. I know the sneaky devils will be back, but yesterday? All was good.

I added 15% to my distance — w/out changing my time! Whoohoo! For someone who STILL misses running (and I was NO good at it, y’all), that was huge. A recumbent bike — even when you KNOW you have few other options, medically speaking — is NOT ‘sexy.’  NO ONE says — oh! you cycle indoors on an old person’s recumbent? wow! Trust me on this.

But for me? It’s wonderful. I’ve been battling inertia since a major operation 6 years ago. Comeback was heavily complicated by a misdiagnosed broken foot, and then a joint replacement. A YEAR in a creepy orthopædic boot! YUK! And nooo exercise…orthopedic boot

So it kind of snowballed from there… Add to that the normal hectic nature of 21st century American life, and we arrive at too many pounds later. Not to mention all the wonderful side benefits of being healthier: energy, flexibility, even temper, even! :)

So yesterday was a great day. I biked faster, felt better all day, and generally vanquished my private demons. For at least one day. And that’s a lot. Sufficient unto the day, right?

This day, folks — it’s all we have. And one when I add distance? AWESOME!

resolutions, and good habits

good habitsSo: why is it soooo hard to form good habits, and so EASY to lapse into bad ones?? Doesn’t it seem that good intention ought to count for something??

Sheesh.

I’ve been back on the recumbent bike since New Year’s. And each day remains a bit of a struggle to figure out just when I’m going to cycle. Not as bad as it was the first days, but still not like brushing my teeth. I want exercise to be like brushing my teeth! Something I just DO.

And that is NOT what it’s like. It’s more like… Remembering you need a check-up this month. Or, changing the smoke alarm battery (which, since my alarms are connected to the electrical system, I don’t even have to do!).habits

I like this image, where habits are like Legos. Well, I don’t really like it; I just think it’s more accurate. Especially if you factor in the time it takes. Good habits are verrry hard Lego projects (like the StarWars glider we bought my adult son for Christmas… :)), that take FOREVER. Bad ones? Duplos. BIG blocks that are easily manipulated into huge edifices.

I wish meditation was a Duplo project. Instead of the curling post-it note on my desk drawer, reminding me I have NOT meditated today. Sigh… I wish it built quickly and easily, meditation. Note to self: buy meditation Duplos…

habits 2And yes, I know all about cue/ routine/ reward. It’s the whole ‘routine’ thing that eludes me…

Beginner’s heart is hard, you know? It’s not like we don’t know what works. It’s the doing. So here’s to all of us and our New Year’s resolutions. Hoping we find that routine.

 

more drink metaphors

origami teapotWhen’s the last time you gave yourself a present? Not something you ‘need,’ or even something you lust for (like a new pair of shoes, or a fountain pen, or…). Just a small treat. Not even edible, necesarily. :)

This holiday, we bought my nephew a tea he likes, courtesy of his sister’s suggestion. I bought an ounce for myself, just to try it. I figure if Donald likes it, I might too.

Today I fired up the kettle and made a mug. Poured in some milk, added a lump of Demerara, and voilà! White ayurvedic chai!

This isn’t something I normally would ever have bought for myself. I’m beginning to be one of ‘those people': you know, the ones who only buy from folks they usually buy from? So I probably wouldn’t even have gone in to this pricey tea store. I just don’t go to the mall that often. mug of tea

But because of Donald, and his present, I received a small present too! And that’s my point: so much of what we do really does come back to us. Not necessarily in big ways: nothing earth-shaking is going to come of our buying tea for Donald. Just this moment, full of tea and thoughts of family, as snow sloooowly melts off the grass outside the window.

This moment…it’s enough.

coffee and chocolate and cream and…multiculturalism?

coffee mugI’m drinking what America should BE right now (bear with me: it’s metaphor time). Coffee from Africa, rich & fragrant. Chocolate from South America. Cinnamon from Saigon, cayenne pepper from who knows where, and milk from an organic farm coop of many American states. In a bee mug (from my BFF!). With a silver spoon from my mother’s pattern.

Well, maybe the silver spoon is a bit much. :)

But the coffee/chocolate/pepper/ cream & cinnamon blend is great. And if cuisine may serve as a metaphor (and of course it can!), each flavour is distinct. None trumps the other, and each contribute to a far more pleasing whole than any single element. Kind of like the ideal America.

Now I realise: not everyone likes coffee. Or cinnamon. Or even chocolate (crazy, but true). So this isn’t a metaphor that will work for everyone. (And truth be told? My husband insists my metaphors almost never work for him…) But it works for me.

Because I am heartily sick of people who believe that someone else multuralismbeing accepted into the social contract somehow diminishes their own rights. If my niece has the legal right to marry her girlfriend, that in no way impinges on your religion, or your own rights.  Au contraire.

YOU insisting my niece may NOT marry her beloved, because it goes against YOUR religion, impinges on MY rights. To practice my own religion, which is based in love NOT simply “for sinners, not sin.” I don’t believe — nor do my  spiritual teachers — that same sex marriage is sinful. Or that gays are sinners. So putting a law into effect that prohibits my niece (and many dear friends)  from marrying squelches my religious rights. Truth.

And bashing on Muslims also goes against my religious beliefs, just FYI, which are deeply grounded in acceptance of ALL people’s faiths. Even faiths that practice hateful behaviours. Even having no faith at ALL. As long as those hateful behaviours or lack of beliefs don’t damage anyone else.

freedom of beliefAnti-gay Christians have the rights to their own fears & beliefs. They do NOT have the right to put those in to law, when it contradicts the religious rights of the rest of us. And the civil rights of gay or black or brown or ‘other’ Americans.

I don’t hear this argument very often, but it’s a critically important one for me. I grew up in a military family. Many of my family fought for this country. Some suffered great trauma: grievous wounds, PTSD, other injuries visible and not. We just inducted my father into the Oklahoma Military Hall of Fame two months ago. And I’m here to tell you: my father was not homophobic. He had his flaws, but that wasn’t one of them. It’s their own business, I can hear Daddy saying, with a shrug.

I also wonder why, when you Google ‘multiculturalism images’ there aren’t any images that include acceptance of gender. Not even in the Wordles… What’s up with that? I’m not saying pander to stereotypes, but surely, in a creative America, there could be some way to include not only religions & races, but gender & sexual identity?http://itspronouncedmetrosexual.com/2011/11/breaking-through-the-binary-gender-explained-using-continuums/

So as I sip my incredibly yummy multicultural mocha, I’m just putting this out there: what if the lip service we pay to America being a land of opportunity and freedom for all were TRUE? What if we just let folks do their own thing, as long as it didn’t hurt anyone else? What if we all tried to just get along? It might end up being as wonderful as chocolate and coffee and cinnamon and cream… Oh wow!

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