Break time!

I've decided to take a break from Yogamamma Exhales in order to start what I hope will be a different kind of blog: Searching for My Puzzle Peace .

Hope to see you there!

Light and love,

Judie

The difference between living somewhere and feeling at home

I moved to Sweden in 1990. It's been 20 years since I met my husband, and we've lived on and off in his hometown for the past 15+ years. On any given day, a walk downtown means frequents stops to greet HIS former schoolmates, workmates, teammates, along with the regular group of friends and acquaintances. On such encounters the normal procedure is that polite introductions are made, I put out my hand and smile, and continue smiling and nodding in silence as they chat briefly before it's time to move on. Throughout the years, my sense of vision has pretty much been put on hold simply because I haven't had nearly as many contacts as him, and thus, there has been no need for me to tune in to those that pass by us on the street.

My New Year's resolution this year, to reach out and broaden my own circle of friends, is one that has really remained present with me for the past 10 months. I have been inspired by book MWF Seeks BFF (which I've mentioned in past entries). Besides that, I am a huge fan of Facebook, which has done loads to help me rekindle old friendships (something that was really made clear at this summer's high school reunion) as well as develop and deepen blossoming friendships here.

The payoff is fantastic. Just yesterday, my lone 1½ block walk between the gym and my car included three warm hugs that left me feeling like I was walking on clouds...

Time for a change?

I'm toying with the idea of retiring this blog and maybe start a new one. It's not that I don't like this one. I took a stroll down memory lane a few weeks ago, reading through past entries, and there's not a single one I would change. And this is coming from someone who's never had much confidence in her writing skills!

The problem is that my "Yogamamma" bar has become too high for me. Since I try to let my inner voice dictate my words (I know that sounds looney, but bear with me), I only write entries with which I feel I can come full circle. I strive to find something concrete for me to grasp onto at the end. A burning desire to tie up any loose ends...

And even though "Yogamamma" is a large part of who I am, I wear a number of other hats as well. Maybe I could learn even more about myself if I include those parts as well? By allowing myself to just be myself and not worry about whether I can land the planes of thought (as opposed to trains of thought) that circle around in my mind? Perhaps if I just put those thoughts out there, shed some light upon them, then maybe at least I will someday be able to make sense of them? Find meaning in them?

But it's a question of having enough confidence to put into writing my points of view at any given moment, knowing that not everyone is going to agree. Making myself vulnerable to criticism has never been my forté, yet I really admire opinionated persons who have no qualms about stating their position. I am soon going to be in a position where sticking my neck out will be a mandatory job requirment, and this would be a good way to get some practice in...

I'm going to give it some more consideration while encouraging myself to embrace the following quote:

Those who mind don't matter, and those who matter don't mind. ~Bernard Baruch

Funny, I just came across this one while googling for a picture - coincidence???

Sometimes in the winds of change we find our true direction... ~Anonymous


Light and love.

Hakuna matata

Picture from Google

My daughter has this playing in her room right now as she cleans. Hakuna matata: There are no worries. I don't usually buy into the idea of putting on rose-colored glasses as a way of dodging life's obstacles and challenges and avoiding living up to one's potential. It sort of takes me back to the 80's fad with the whole "Dont worry; be happy" thing going on. To this day, that song makes my stomach turn.

But something weird has been happening to me during the past couple of weeks. There have been on several occasions moments when I, completely out of the blue, notice that I feel...happy...for no apparent reason. And in those moments, Life couldn't be any richer. It's as though the Universe is smiling down on me, and I feel like I'm an intricate part of the Whole.

It's only fair to admit that this is exactly the kind of thing the skeptic in me rolls her eyes at when hearing it from others.Where's the logic? Where's the cause and effect? And most of all, what's the catch?

Then I realize that this is exactly the kind of phenomenon I've read about in countless numbers of self-help books throughout the years (For the record, I have not read The Secret.). Little by little, I've worked at shifting my focus and changing my attitude. Even though I don't meditate as diligently as I'd like (It's on my to-do list.), I believe that that has been a key to this transformation.

It gives me new faith in having...faith.