Imperfect perfection.

In April I completed a daily poem challenge. I wrote and posted a poem every single day for the month. It felt like a huge accomplishment and was also self-nourishing.

You know what else is self-nourishing? Doing this challenge with others and knowing I just don’t feel like being ON and doing this every day. It’s self-nourishing to be less committed to daily blogging and more committed to my positive thoughts.

So, I’m here.

I’m definitely here; and I also want to read a lot more and comment as I can. Being here and being with those other bloggers is what it’s all about.

Let’s all be perfectly imperfect!

For me, this looks like being intentional about joining, but NOT doing it in full. Doing it in full can come again when that is the challenge I really want to go for. I’m regularly involved in so many daily self-discipline practices, such as with a specific daily meditation, journaling (falling behind on that one), and physical disciplines of stretching, yoga and strength training.

My days aren’t perfect but I am perfecting every day.

How are you applying yourself every day?

Counting,

Making up,

Waking up,

Filling in the gaps

Unclogging the pipes

Replacing the breaks

Filling the cracks

The sun greets me with its shiny, sparkly allure

Come here morning: BE HERE NOW

I feel the warm sun like a soft oven hug

Embracing my body with its tiniest layer of sizzle

against the brisk of night, dim that had settled

Now

patches of light are bright, angling through the windows

The morning chill has me sitting still

In full meditation on the sensation of my breath.

It pulses visibly in the air

swirls and sculpts like a free spirit

This day is a catch up day, a catch-all day.

In my life.

A day in my life.

A day like no other.

I’ve never been more alive and well.

I don’t need circumstances to tell me

nor give me permission to,

to experience this vital, free, and full of

wonder

What happens ‘out there’ is not essential

today

What will happen next? …. Is not,

a concern, for me.

I’m prepared to write my story as I go.

There is nothing I need, and nothing to know.

I’m sitting in my universe’s seat watching

from above, while my avatar navigates

whatever needs navigating.

I’m full of tickle and temptation,

trust and empathy.

There is no basket for my eggs.

I rest in knowing that things are rarely what they seem.

I can feel the silence fall around my body

like a spacious cloak,

time grows and spreads under my brow

I can feel the fabric of life unfurl before

me and the distance is wrinkled so it’s really

up close.

I pause and stare at the crinkle and feel its softness created.

I touch it like my fingers are really butterfly feet.

I can touch time like opening with a key

and fully slip into its

spaciousness

and

resting

within it

I am the center

of the Universe’s flower: newly born

Every day we get through,

leads us closer to paradise

not oblivion.

Life get sorted by calendars, schedules, holidays.

Each day we make meaning into neat little organized experiences.

With reflection and selection, we go even deeper into the richness we can cultivate.

Along the way, we make friends, hold hands with some, grieve, and share successes and milestones.

This is the bread and butter of life: light and darkness, living and dead, joys and sorrows.

My hope for each one of my friends and loved one is that both grow and glow.

You don’t need to be the brightest star in the night’s sky, nor the sun during the day.

Just be who you are, in all your colors, and let it out a bit more.

Day2 of Cheer Peppers 🌶️ Nano Poblano

I seem to have overdone it with all my travel this month with a trip to Mexico for energy working with colleagues and a trip to Los Angeles with TCM dermatology colleagues at a module 3 training. Now, I’m back for an annual conference and volunteered two days ago and my back hurts and I have a cold. 🤧. I love this season. I call this growing pains! Once I heal up I will be an expanded version of myself. Then I get to do some post-conference volunteering. But, for now, I’m streaming the beloved conference from home. What a modern luxury. To be both ‘here’ and ‘there.’ I also join with Cheer Peppers in November and my deeper celebration underlying it all is writing and art, sharing beauty and what catches my eye. I have plenty to glow about. How about you? I may live in the dark, but glowing is what we do. For that, I have no fear of darkness—only to embrace.

“We are not made for the mountains, for sunrises, or for the other beautiful attractions in life—those are simply intended to be moments of inspiration. We are made for the valley and the ordinary things of life, and that is where we have to prove our stamina and strength.” Oswald Chambers

Ancestors loved us into existence

They upheld their own struggles

with faith for the future, for their children,

and grandchildren.

I think we need faith to light the way,

See around dark corners that are

naturally obscured by the unknowns.

Faith naturally is not easy. It’s asking to believe before there is proof.

Superheroes don’t really exist like society

fixates on,

in frequent, Marvel movie releases

But there are superpowers. Among these

are Faith, Patience, Perseverence and

Kindness.

No one who came before us was perfect.

Their legacies were not necessarily influential, popular, nor epic.

But their love remains golden for me,

as soft whispering reminders that what’s

worth cultivating, can be cultivated.

Not that they exemplified these superpowers

in every way; but that their regular, human

strength was often good enough.

I think we can all be inspired by “good enough.”

🕯️

🔥

You existed, and you mattered;

and in me, you continue to exist, cultivating…

Persevering.

I joined Cheer Peppers 🌶️ for daily November blogging month just today. I’m not sure if I will post or read every day. It just felt good to join and be in community. So I am keeping it simple: one day at a time, and doing what feels good.