Loneliness is something we all experience on some level and to varying degrees, whether we consciously create it through fearful self-isolation, or find ourselves in circumstances beyond our control resulting in loss of socialization.
Loneliness doesn’t necessarily require resolution, nor does it insist we sink under its weight. As Pema states, “We are instructed to let the thoughts come and go as if touching a bubble with a feather. This straightforward discipline prepares us to stop struggling and discover a fresh, unbiased state of being.”
“Cool loneliness allows us to look honestly and without aggression at our own minds. We can gradually drop our ideals of who we think we ought to be, or who we think we want to be, or who we think other people think we want to be or ought to be. We give it up and just look directly with compassion and humor at who we are. Then loneliness is no threat and heartache, no punishment.”
Living in modern society can throw us off balance, mentally, physically and emotionally. Just as you have a dominant hand you can easily develop an overly-dominant hemisphere of the brain.
Fortunately, balancing the two hemispheres is easily achieved through movement and visualization which gives access to a calmer nervous system, improved cognition, memory, energy, and reduced feelings of anger, depression, and anxiety.
To help balance the mind and body in left -right, top-bottom, front-back, side to side I have created a mini meditation (link below) for your listening enjoyment and participation.
Find a relaxing place where you can stand or sit as needed to follow the instructions given in the audio.
Once you’ve given it a few tries I’d love to hear your feedback!
PLEASE USE QUALITYHEADPHONES OR EARBUDS FOR BEST AUDIO.
Last night hubby and I went out on a “date” to Portland for the first time since the whole lockdown event. We got news one of our fave comedians, Brian Regan, was in town. Last time we saw Brian was at the “Schnitz”, a lovely venue of striking architecture, bright lights, abuzz with laughter, smiles, and tons of people. Last night’s event and mood was like being in some weird dream.
I see a bit of Portland everyday day for work but rarely travel through the other sectors. As witness I can say that all the bombastic images that flood the internet making Portland out to be a warzone are nothing but hype for ratings. The several blocks around the city’s courthouse are where most of the action occurs for a bit after midnight. The rest of the city moves on, life as usual… sort of. But last night’s drive gave an expanded view of the somber poverty and silence. While driving down the 405 we saw a giant parking lot full of camping tents. We both commented how outrageously hot it had to be with them sitting on asphalt, in direct sunlight, on a day that, by sunset, registered 104 degrees on my car dash.
Pulling into the SE neighborhood, near where I first landed back in the 80’s and had many fond memories of, we found it strewn with garbage, graffiti, tents, camps, people meandering in the heat, crows quietly watching from rooftops, and an air of abandonment. We were in shock.
His first words as we drove into the region was “this looks dystopian”. And indeed it did.
On arrival the door guy checked our ID and wished me an early birthday. I didn’t hear him. I was feeling light-headed, ready to cry, overheated, and checked out. Just the walk from the car, seeing all the homeless, wishing I had the money or means to help change the situation, wondering who they were before they landed on the street, it was all so overwhelming to mind and heart.
We walked upstairs and entered the stark, quiet, dark bar which normally would be filled with music, drinks, cozy tables of people. Tonight it was filled with nice AC, tape on the floor designated where to walk on entry, where not to walk for exiting, and instructions from the door greeter on when to wear a mask, when we can take it off to drink, and when to put it back on. All the staff was dressed in black, and we entered spacious seating area with couples sitting quietly, properly distanced, masks on. It felt like all eyes were on us as we walked to our table. Or maybe I was just paranoid at that point. For a little moment my gut said I’d walked into the “Hotel California” (an Eagles tune for readers who may not know).
The comedians were great. Honestly. We really felt for them as this was their first public performance in about four and half months of isolation. I couldn’t fathom the stress they went through just getting to Portland from L.A., only to arrive in our city’s filth and disarray. They commented on it too. All I could think was “They should’ve seen it back in the day, when it was beautiful”.
Through their moments of awkwardness they did an outstanding job of connecting with the little, masked tribe who showed up for them. At the end of the show the MC was left on stage to entertain us for at least an extra 20 minutes when the venue’s credit card machine stopped working and all the card transactions of the evening had to be redone. He was not prepared for that, his jokes were running out, and he’d occasionally go quiet then start singing a little note to fill the space. Oh my god! We soooo felt for him.
Even after our receipt for the two Perrier waters was given to us we waited with him till all the tables had their receipts. Finally the overhead lights were turned up signaling the end of the show. I met him out front, gave him a $20 and our gracious support. He was such a hero in our book. As a performer I remember a gig (long ago) when our band was boo’d by a bunch of drunk bikers. We too were stuck in a bind, playing the wrong kind of music for that venue. Weird things happen beyond one’s control. We gotta support one another.
We were quiet on the ride home, nothing fun to reminisce. Neither of us slept well afterwards. Weird dreams and restlessness. Hubby dreamt he moved to Maine to start a new career. He recently saw photos of that state from a couple who moved there. He said after seeing the condition of Portland last night the photos probably inspired his dreamtime.
I don’t know what the future holds but I do know if we give up, lose heart, and lose our vision it will not get better. A sneaky feeling tells me that’s what “they” want. Those invisible forces at work who funnel money, resources and control away from the people where it’s needed most, letting this country completely fall to shambles under the guise of safety and security. Portland is a microcosm of the greater breakdown occurring. It gives us a tangible, material world view of the deconstruction happening within our culture and maybe even our souls.
Sometimes there is breakdown before breakthrough. Sometimes there is breakdown before death. The choice to care for our country’s people, our environment, and hold steadfast to a creative manifestation of our future together, especially through times of hardship, is always on offer.
Sometimes you just have to drive. You don’t even know why, you don’t know where you’re going, and you don’t know when you’ll return. But you know if you don’t go you might implode for no logical reason.
Such was tonight. A restless feeling. I was compelled to do something, but what was it? The day was nearly ending and the glowing pink colors of sunset were peering in the house windows. That’s it! I needed to see the sunset.
Fizzy drink in hand I took to the highway headed north then west, following those glowing, heartwarming colors of western sky. Windows opened, the wind tossed my hair, and a pulsing “sciebient” jam rocked the speakers; the soundtrack of tonight’s expedition.
Feeling magnetically drawn to a destination unknown, I saw the traffic thin as I got further away from the city. The matrix of overhead power lines, garbage strewn highway shoulders, graffiti’d overpasses, and mentally disturbing messages blasting on overhead billboards: “Wear your mask. Don’t accidentally kill someone today,” just felt nauseating and surreal. The city atmosphere has become so energetically heavy. All I could think was how prophetic Gene Roddenberry (Star Trek creator) was when he imagined The Borg. Hopefully, we’re not on that path.
Thankfully the cranial pressure lifted as I cleared the perimeter of the metropolitan area. Power lines gave way to wide open, evening skies with a lovely moon to the south. I wondered how far I would drive, but it felt like I would just know when to exit.
As the bass thumping jams played softly in the background I began remembering the many times I would cruise around L.A. with my sister back in the day. Top down on my dad’s little, red Fiat we’d crank the tunes, hit the road, no agenda, no map, no worries. Our favorite time together was just taking in the silhouettes of palm trees swaying in the warm California breeze and blue-purple twilight skies overhead. Some of our best times together. Maybe it was her spirit with me tonight.
Other times while driving alone I’d practice speeding around through the curvy roads of the canyons, up to Mulholland Drive, or down to Malibu beach. Once I got hold of a “Map to the Stars Homes” and figured out the route I’d often park next to Rudolph Valentino’s house. It seemed abandoned – only an occasional grounds keeper could be seen. Back in high school, as part of my drama class assignment, I did a report of his Hollywood life and felt a kinship with his soul. Parked next to his spanish style home, admiring the hollyhock flowers along its walls and the breathtaking view of the city, I imagined what his life was like back in the silent movie era.
After returning to Oregon it was not at all uncommon to make an impromptu 1.5 hour journey to the coast, just to catch a nice sunset then drive home again. There’s such a freedom in driving that I pray we never lose.
A soft intuitive force pulled me to take the next exit. Landing on the shoulder of a small, country road I knew this was the destination. Camera in hand I took a photo of the evening sky, the last piece of art to this lovely day. I lifted my fizzy drink to the setting sun and said “Cheers!” Nature’s beauty never ceases to amaze me.
In the photo it looks like the sky is reflecting in a body of water below, but that’s actually my ship. I mean,… my car.
While the focus of energies as of late tends to be on destruction and “power-over-or-against- others” we are advised to not adopt a tunnel-vision view.
Dowsers will attest to the fact that most government buildings and places of worship have historically and purposefully been placed on potent nodal points or lines of energy that radiate out into the rest of the city and beyond.
While it may appear that protests and thus violent clashes are localized to a small radius, the destructive energies actually ripple out into the region, through underground waterways, and such. Unlike Vegas, what happens there does not stay there.
Those who know of these lines will take advantage of them to spread their intentions, for better or worse. Planetary stewards with heart-based unity can ease the suffering and corruption being amplified when focusing their healing intention on such places, even without needing to go near them.
You have your mission should you choose to participate. 😊❤️
What do we want to see and support in our local community? What lifts the soul, the spirit of the people, and maintains the integrity of place?
What do we do, say, manifest that inspires the hearts of others?
Nature hates a void. If we don’t tend to our home with tender loving care and leave it abandoned, the spirit of place dies and is filled with dreary, heavy, unsavory ick.
This applies to how we feed, nurture, speak to and treat our individual body, home, city, country, planet.
Are we dialed in? Can we hear the heartfelt whisper that calls to be manifested at this time? Or, are we waiting for someone else to do it? They may be waiting for someone else as well.
History has shown time and again if we romance fear, lose our grounding, and lose faith in our vision, someone with a very different and often incompatible agenda will fill the void. It takes less energy to prevent a fear-based disease than wait till it’s taken root.
“What the world needs now is love, sweet love,” and it needs community with a heart-based vision to make it happen.
What the World Needs Now (1965), Lyrics: Hal David, Composer: Burt Bacharach
A dove has been coo-ing and singing outside my office while I typed this.
I wanted to take a moment and address the issue of fear in the healing world. In all my 16 years as a Licensed Massage Therapist I’ve never seen such a dramatic loss of practitioners in the massage field.
It is true that the cv19 event has scared most of them away, citing low pay and close proximity to patients not being worth the risk. Understood and valid points. But what a time to lose so many gifted healers when the world is in serious need of safe, healing, nurturing touch. 🥺
It’s not just that most LMT’s have compassionate hearts – well proven by their dedication to a field that, IMO, deeply underestimates their value in the realm of healing, but they are often very gifted touch artists. The ones who really apply themselves have cultivated their energies to a fine-tuned state where they intuitively draw forth the recipient’s inherent ability to heal their own body. It’s not woo-woo, it’s a proven fact. Combine the heart’s intention with touch and amazing things happen, whether one is working on another human, an animal, or a plant.
Below is a link to just one small example of scientific data on how heart-based human touch incites a cascade of healing responses in the recipient’s body.
“… projected from the human body, is energy of a particular frequency or set of frequencies that stimulates the repair of one or more tissues. The cascade of activities initiated by such signals may provide essential information to cells and tissues, and open channels for the flow of information that coordinates repair processes. This is also significant for prevention and for restoring normal function after trauma.”
Taking into account many folks will never go back to receiving massage, or at least not for a long while, I have decided to offer remote healing as an adjunct therapy to my practice. How does this work? Similar to doing an intake with your practitioner we FaceTime chat for about 20-30 mins about what is ailing your body/mind, then you relax and I do a guided meditation with you.
Utilizing skills I acquired from Dr. John Upledger’s Somato-Emotional Release training I walk you through the painful zones of your body and engage the assistance of your “Inner Physician”(IP). Some refer to the IP as the All-Knowing Self, or Spirit, or whatever term you prefer. I often employ this type of dialogue with folks when they’re on the massage table working through chronic pain and old traumas and, as it turns out, this can be very helpful therapy at a distance as well. It is particularly effective if you are open-minded and ready to be a participant in your own healing work.
After our session I will add additional healing touches through my dowsing skills. Follow up is done within the week to see how you’re faring, what has shifted, what “aha!” moments did you experience, and what still needs fine-tuning.
Whatever path you choose to walk through these challenging times please know you are not alone. Many good hearts are available in-person and online to assist. We’re in this together.
I can see why ppl mellow over the years. No matter how many petitions one signs, rallies they attend, or posts they make to wake ppl up, history keeps repeating itself like the movie “Groundhog Day”. Same struggles, same political rhetoric, same greedy agendas to rule the world thru fear and divisive tactics. After a while you’re just like, “Hey, look! A butterfly!” You find wonder and want to support and nourish all the little, beautiful events and lives that haven’t been jaded by it all. I’m swiftly reaching that stage.🦋
It’s funny how you think you’re doing one thing and suddenly you find yourself writing a song for a bumblebee taking a morning bath. Such is the way of today!
There’s plenty of back-logged homework, house and garden chores to attend, a dog to play with, a cat to pet, a hubby who needed his backache to go away. But as I walked the outside path some invisible force turned my head to the right where lovely pink flowers are embedded in a row of hedges. I nearly trimmed those hedges last week as they’ve lost their perfect, spherical shapes, but they produced these pink flowers and oooohhh! How the bumblebees and carpenter bees LOVE them! So, I’ve left them alone for a while longer. Anything to support the pollinators.
To my surprise I saw a bumblebee perched absolutely still on a cluster of these dainty flowers, and I was afraid it was dead. I took footage to see if it was alright, and that’s the film you see in the vimeo link below. Of course, I couldn’t leave you with nasty sounding traffic noises so that led me to find a karaoke-ish version of Stevie Wonder’s song, “Power Flower” over which I promptly recorded my vocals. Please take a moment from the frantic media and jangled nerves to enjoy my relaxing music video, and sing along!
Pan is my name I live outside the door I have to keep the score of things around you
Fire and air, water I prepare I am the piper at the gates of dawning
It’snot magic it’s not madness Just the elements I style And I guarantee faithfully I will never go Until all is said and done In a twinkling I’ll be gone Well excuse me I have so much more to do
Fancy I fell, A childlike tap I’ll steal Look twice my friend it’s not the wind at all
You’ll never see, What you refuse to be The power in the seeing is believing.
It’s not magic it’s not madness Just the elements I style And I guarantee faithfully I will never go Until all is said and done In a twinkling I’ll be gone Well excuse me I have so much more to do
Stevie’s entire album from which this song emerged was based on the unforgettable book of the same title, The Secret Life of Plants. First published in 1973 I discovered it much later, in my 20’s while living in L.A. The book made a huge impression on me! Apparently, it affected Stevie likewise to create a dual album of music!
In that same album he composed a heartfelt song for another gentleman who’s been an everlasting inspiration for my connection to plants: George Washington Carver. Please take a listen…
Back in the day a sweet friend gifted me a book about his life, The Man Who Talks With the Flowers, The Story of George Washington Carver, by Glen Clark. It was upon reading that gem I knew I was not alone in the invisible world of plant spirits. Dr. Carver proved (scientifically no less) that other tender hearts roamed this Earth who could also feel and see the radiant essence of Spirit beaming through all of Creation, right down to the face of every flower. How I wished he had been born at a later time so we could’ve met.
Today’s little song, video, book blog is to hopefully inspire you to go outside! Let the smells of the forests, the soft caresses of flower petals, the bouncing buzzy songs of the bumblebees and birds nurture your weary soul. Yes, it’s been a long haul these last six months and there’s no sign of it easing off anytime soon, but life is meant to be lived and Nature misses you. She told me so.
credits: Song: Power Flower, by Stevie Wonder Album: Journey through the Secret Life of Plants (1979)
Background piano track provided by: mimiPianoClass
I don’t typically blog about products but a couple musician friends of mine suggested this website so I ordered a t-shirt. It’s super comfy and the message is strong, artistic and loving. We need more love in the world right now. Maybe this mode of expression appeals to you, too! ❤️