Without fundamental change in our laws and attitudes, I fear for the future of the human race. I do believe in people’s ability to change — otherwise I couldn’t do my job as a psychotherapist. However, I just don’t know if the human race can change quickly enough.
As I change over to the visual part of today’s blog, do you see change in my images for today?
My son Aaron — who experienced a change in his appearance yesterday (thanks to the amazing Mia at MiAlisa Salon) — used to call a playground a “bahgo” before we all went through many changes. I’m proud of the young man he has turned out to be.
Thanks to my friend and hairstylist, Mia, I’m reading this wonderful book about consciousness.
Michael A. Singer describes consciousness as “pure awareness” — the part of you that is observing your thoughts, emotions, and internal and external experiences.
Here’s a dictionary definition of “consciousness.”
I’m conscious of the fact that since I’ve started reading “The Untethered Soul,” I’m more in touch with my consciousness, calmness, clarity, and joy.
What does your consciousness tell you about the other images in today’s blog?
My consciousness is aware that there is a lot going on, outside of me and inside of me. And I can’t help but wonder about a day that seems to celebrate being unconscious in public spaces.
I’m working at home today without a break from 9 – 5, so I doubt I’ll be losing consciousness at my desk.
Here’s what I find when I search for “consciousness Michael A. Singer” on YouTube:
My consciousness is aware that I am not my thoughts, feelings, or this message on the side of a carton of sour cream:
Thanks to all who have consciousness here and now, including YOU!
Yesterday, I saw this at Mialisa salon, where I was living the dream of getting a great haircut from the dreamy and fabulous Mia.
Mia is a dream of a hair stylist because she is
talented,
kind,
thoughtful,
curious,
authentic,
honest, and
never, ever shaming (even when I do a terrible job of cutting my own bangs).
I am living the dream because I am doing all that I can to spend precious moments on this earth with people (and other creatures) like Mia.
I am living the dream because I love my work as a group therapist.
I am living the dream because I’m working at being the hero of my own story and helping others to be the heroes of theirs.
I am living the dream because I have a healthy and hilarious husband and a healthy and wonderful son.
I am living the dream because I live near the ocean and am healthy enough to take walks every day.
I am living the dream because I just got a good night’s sleep with no disturbing dreams by slowing down my busy mind and reciting this over and over again: “We are all one, connected. I am at peace.”
I am living the dream because I’m going to Nashville in two weeks with my ukulele, my original songs, and a great haircut.
Do you see any signs of me living the dream in my other photos from yesterday?
I’m living the dream because I get to have Michael’s amazing tuna salad again today.
Come experience the difference as I get my hair cut, eat inside at a restaurant for the first time in almost a year, and hang out on Twitter and in other familiar places, completely vaccinated.
Apparently I’m not going viral, AGAIN, because I was not dead when I posted that tweet last night:
I wrote that when I was experiencing the difference of being a vaccinated woman out at our local supermarket.
Come experience the difference of my song “Vaccinated Women” after I had some time to practice it.
Come experience the difference of posting a new comment, below, and the difference of a new expression of gratitude from me to YOU.
Yesterday, when the wonderful hands of Mia from MiAlisa Salon were giving me a hands-down fabulous haircut, Mia told me about a beautiful way she has been self-soothing during these hard times. She holds her own hand.
Mia said that she held and held her mother’s hand in her hand while her mother was dying, and she misses her mother. Now, when she clasps her own two hands together, she feels powerfully comforted, settled, and anchored. Mia said holding hands with herself also helps her fall asleep.
I told Mia that I have been encouraging people in my Coping and Healing groups to give themselves hugs and that I will add clasping their own hands to the self-soothing repertoire.
And I am happy to report, this morning, that holding hands with myself helped me sleep through the night for the first time in months!
My sleep is also being helped by the growing certainty that my country will soon be in better hands. For the past four years, the USA has been in the hands of a toxic narcissist.
Speaking of hands, if anyone wants to see me play the ukulele with my own hands tomorrow evening, please sign up to be in the audience before the end of the day today using this link:
According to William Wordsworth (who wrote many worthy words), the origin of poetry is “emotion recollected in tranquility.”
I have emotions (including joy) about recollecting THAT, sooooo many decades after learning it in college. I’m recollecting it today because of my recent personal experience of having strong and upsetting emotions, letting time pass, recollecting those emotions in tranquility, and feeling resolute and happy about achievable next steps.
Therefore, I believe that emotion recollected in tranquility not only creates poetry but also creates paths to move forward through troubled times. Instead of being so reactive to our emotions (especially anger and fear), let us recollect those feelings in tranquility to achieve wise mind (an overlap of emotional mind and logical mind).
Do you see emotion recollected in tranquility in my photos from yesterday?
In tranquility, today, I am recollecting the emotions I felt yesterday having my first restaurant meal since the pandemic began, with caution, with a new haircut, and with my long-time friend Deb.
Here‘s what comes up when I search for “emotion reflected in tranquility” on YouTube:
What are your emotions and thoughts about this emotion-reflected-in-tranquility post?
For me, emotion reflected in tranquility always results in gratitude, so thanks to all who help me create this daily blog, including YOU.
I dream and last week I dreamt that I was supposed to give a talk that day about a Tom Hanks movie that was similar to the movie “Big” in that he was a child trapped in the body of an adult but it wasn’t “Big” and I couldn’t remember the name or details about the movie and I was giving this presentation in a few hours and I was very mad at myself that I hadn’t prepared better and then I woke up and I was VERY RELIEVED that the dream was not true.
My husband Michael dreams and very recently he had a dream where somebody spilled lots of “chicken juice” on the floor and he was trying to clean it up and the cats were nearby and he was afraid that they would lick it and get poisoned by bacteria and people including his old girlfriend kept walking through the chicken juice and spreading it all around and he woke up feeling VERY RELIEVED that the dream was not true.
I dream and last night I dreamt that I was at a party with Pete Buttigieg and my sister and I wanted to leave because I was very tired but people decided that before you left you had to go around to everybody there and have some sort of ritualized and elaborate goodbye and I wasn’t really paying attention to the details because I was so tired but the first person I said goodbye to was Tom Hanks and he helped me through the first goodbye, which included fist bumps and saying something that authentically captured and reflected your interactions with them during the evening and then I tried to say goodbye to a group of three people but they were distracted and I didn’t feel like interrupting them so I snuck out and went home and then I woke up and forgot about the dream until a few minutes ago.
I dream that sharing dreams helps us realize how connected we are, so that’s why we sometimes share dreams in my Coping and Healing groups.
“Do you dream?” is something I saw yesterday at MiAlisa Salon in Watertown.
Do you dream? I dream about a functioning adult becoming President of the United States in 2020. In the meantime, I expect I will have trouble sleeping and will continue to have anxiety dreams.
Here‘s a clip from the movie “Top Secret!” in which Val Kilmer is VERY RELIEVED when he wakes up from a classic dream:
Do you dream and do you have dreams similar to any of the dreams mentioned in today’s post?
I dream about all my readers knowing how much I appreciate them, every day.
I encountered the word “good” (and other good words) several times. Can you find the goods in the good amount of photos that I took yesterday?
Did you spot the goods?
Good people who have been reading this blog for a good many years might have recognized our good neighbor Karen and her good dog, Faxy, among all the other good images.
Also, I took two good shots of this good mural …
… during a good walk through the good Neponset River Reservation because my good son and good boyfriend were trying to guess what was on the missing panel (in the upper left corner next to the good bee). What would be your good guess?
What would be a good song to include in this post?
Gratitude is always good, so thanks to all who helped me create today’s good enough blog post and — of course! — to YOU, my good readers.
A: I don’t suppose you know what the Achaean League is. B: Try me.
I don’t suppose you know what the Achaean League is, because I don’t either. However, ask me and give me a chance to show you why I’ve chosen “Try me” for today’s post title.
I didn’t try that moisturizer at MiAlisa Salon yesterday, but I did try to take other photos, which involved trying things.
I tried on some new socks and leggings yesterday morning, despite reading an online article, “What Middle Aged Women Should Not Wear” which included patterned socks and leggings. Try as I might, I can’t find that article today. Also, I’m past middle age, so maybe it’s not so bad if I keep trying those things. However, that combination might be particularly trying.
There’s my friend Deb, trying to pick up leaves in her back yard. Do you want more information about those yellow leaf-picker-uppers? Try me. If I don’t know, I can always try to ask Deb.
Here are other images I tried to capture yesterday:
I enjoy images that show people trying new things, including crafts like mosaic quilting and flameworking. If you’re trying too hard to read some of those pictures, try clicking on them to make them larger.
Do you know what season it is around here? Try me.
As I try to finish up today’s blog post, I’m going to try to share what else is on my mind. I do want people to try me — to ask me and give me a chance. I try to convey that as best as I can. Sometimes I might try too hard and perhaps people find that trying. Also, I can find it trying, sometimes, to try to ask others for what I need.
The Year(s) of Living Non-Judgmentally 