Year End Resolutions January 5, 2007
Posted by Jade Barclay in books, love, poetry, quest, writing.5 comments
Did I express love this year, real love? The kind of
love that doesn’t announce itself in flashy
circumstances or structured conditions – but an
authentic, quiet, internal love? The kind of love
that bubbles to the surface when I gaze at another
with understanding, a love that places me in their
shoes, granting freedom from judgment and deepening
my compassion? A philanthropic love that expresses
because it simply feels compelled to, because it knows
there is more than enough and everyone can benefit. If
not, then I resolve to be and do better in my
authentic loving.
Did I forgive this year, really forgive? The kind of
forgiveness that cracks open my heart, peeling away
one more layer of righteous indignation, thus allowing
my soul to breathe? The kind of forgiveness that
loosens my clinched fists held high at a situation so
that I don’t enter into the next one with guarded
mistrust? The kind of forgiveness that comprehends
there is a difference between understanding a
behavioral choice and condoning it? If not, then I
resolve to be and do better in my forgiving.
Did I stop this year, really stop? The kind of
stopping that can’t help but make me vulnerable by
becoming more familiar with who I am without
distraction, smoke screens, excuses or self-imposed
numbing? The kind of stopping that turns me, naked,
towards my feelings, giving them permission to
express? No right or wrong – a stopping that simply
lets me hear what I need to hear so that I can live
more effectively? If not, then I resolve to be and do
better in allowing myself to stop.
Did I seek adventure this year, real adventure?
The kind of adventure that requires me to not only take a
leap of faith off my cliff of familiarity but actually
sends me back to get a running start? The kind of
adventure that shakes the dust off my capable but
underused wings and gives them an opportunity to catch
the gorgeous wind of change? The kind of adventure
that knows there is no outside safety net in this
physical world, only an internal one? If not, then I resolve
to be and do better in seeking adventure.
Did I seek wellness this year, real wellness?
The kind of wellness that requires me to be fully
conscious of what I put in my body – the kind of
wellness that requires me to practice what I preach
when it comes to self-love while understanding that
the power to dissolve poor habits starts by simply
choosing to change? Wellness that says, “This is the
only body you’ve got. Treat me with respect, praise me
daily and honor me as the holy temple that I am?” If
not, then I resolve to be and do better in allowing
wellness in my life.
Did I play this year, really play? The kind of play
that gives value to the heavenly activity of fun -
knowing that fun is sacred, that play is the
equivalent of work and that during play -renewal and
relaxation usher in the newest ideas and the clearest
choices for better manifestations? Did I view play as
a necessary life function and not a debatable luxury?
If not, then I resolve to be and do better in my
relationship to playing.
Did I set a goal and see it to completion this year,
really complete it? The kind of completion that lets
the vibration of satisfaction and confidence in my
abilities heal any opposing ideas of not being good
enough? Did I honor my life and its sacred purpose by
utilizing my time with forward thinking and letting my
mistakes be motivators not antagonists? Did I dissolve
my insecurities and procrastination by understanding
that my untapped genius has but one mode of expression
and that is through idea, thought, word and action? If
not, then I resolve to be and do better in setting and
completing my goals.
Did I open myself up to learn this year, really
learn? The kind of learning that entices me to enroll in
being a student of life with thirst and enthusiasm?
Did I set an intention for uncovering more of my
potential, letting divine intellect eat from my plate
and stepping deeper into the waters of wisdom? Did I
open a book, take a class, study a language, learn an
instrument, write a poem, visit another culture? Did
I learn to surprise and thrill myself with the
infinite capacity I have to master more than I thought
I could? If not, then I resolve to be and do better
on my personal path of learning.
Did I clean up my relationships this year, really
clean them up? The kind of cleaning that requires me
to break open the lock, pull back the curtain, throw
open the window and start removing the dust of harsh
words, grudges, false accusations and misguided
choices that have layered my heart? Did I make amends
for the fearful ways that disheartened another, for
neglecting to honor their point of view? With careful
examination, did I communicate my truth, understanding
that sometimes all we may be able to do is agree to
disagree and to do so without judgement or malice? If
not, then I resolve to be and do better on cleaning up
my relationships.
Did I share my good this year, really share? The
kind of sharing that comes from the pure joy of seeing
another succeed, not from what I think they can or
will do for me in return? Did I tithe back to where I
was spiritually fed, transformed and inspired? Did I
practice random acts of kindness and give of my time,
talent, and treasure realizing that my good is a part
of a never-ending wellspring that cannot run dry -
whose source is and always will be the infinite
wellspring of the Divine? Did I commit to walking the
altruistic path, remembering that every step brings
healing and enlightenment to the world? If not, then
I resolve to be and do better in my sharing.
Did I pray this year, really pray? The kind of prayer
that is spoken not to God but AS God – prayers that
affirm rather than beseech, are pregnant with knowing
rather than bloated with doubt? Did I make my every
day activities a prayer – realizing that every thought
I think carries with it the responsibility of
an effect on the world? Did I remember how truly
powerful my own prayer actually is and that by simply
devoting myself to the practice of it, I become the
change? Did I remember that my prayer takes what I
seek and introduces it to me, the seeker? If not,
then I resolve to be and do better with praying.
Did I do all these things because deep down inside I
fully understand how precious I am and that these
activities will help me to see that I am held in the
light as a perfect idea? Did I remember that I have
been perfectly conceived and am always held in the
perfect mind of God as a perfect being? Did I know that
there is nothing that I can ever say, nothing I can
ever do that will separate me from that? If
for any reason, I forgot my divinity this year, then I
resolve to be and do better in my knowing of it, to
fully understand and embody the truth as I believe.
And I believe in the power of Good, for me, for you, for all.
— by Rev. David Ault
Feeling Delicious November 16, 2006
Posted by Jade Barclay in emotions, goals, love, neuroscience, values.add a comment
A friend wrote me a discourse about depression and such, followed by the PS “I think you would argue that a ‘painful’ emotion is not a ‘bad’ emotion.” hehehe – he was right, that’s exactly what I was thinking!
There ain’t no such thing as negative and positive, good and bad, esp when it comes to emotions. They’re all different colours and tastes and textures. I choose to group emotions into taste categories, like sweet, sour, savoury, bland, tangy, spicy, etc.
I really like the concept of tastes and hungers re: emotions, coz hungers get satiated and return, tastes vary from moment to moment. They’re a message, a calling from deep within us, calling us to go open the fridge and search for meaning, pick up the phone and delivery menu, a call to action to make a change to our biochemistry, our focus, a call to give ourselves a boost of nurturing and nutrition. Emotions are that same call to action.
The biggest issue comes when we misinterpret emotions, or when they get stuck in an inappropriate trigger/anchor loop. And some complement each other, and some clash.
And it’s not just doctors that focus on ‘taking the pain away,” loved ones and bystanders do that too. Often loved ones can be the most potent enablers of all. Empathy is a bad idea if you use it to make people (or yourself) feel more comfortable staying in one emotion or another (even excitement), instead of interpreting those emotions as a call to action. If ANY emotion hangs around too long, you end up stuck and numb.
The key, I feel, is flexibility and interpretation, and not getting stuck on unaware autopilot, salivating on cue like pavlov’s mutts (aware autopilot is way cool, tho).
I fully, fully, fully agree with the inarticulate nature of ‘depression’. After working with some teens earlier this year, I actually did a post on precisely that, with a bunch of emo-vocab to play with…… (my most highly commented/replied-to post to date, btw) http://jdverse.wordpress.com/2006/06/15/make-or-break-words/
My City at Dawn November 14, 2006
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I love the city when it is pure architecture and design
spirit and beauty incarnate
in the hours between witching and waking
In that mostly forgotten timeless time
when you can feel the city’s heartbeat
before the first alarm clock dictates
the first coffee boils
the walking dead fill the streets
their veil of numbness hanging thick in the air
the real world whirling in the slipstream of their discontent
City Trees October 25, 2006
Posted by Jade Barclay in love, poetry, values, work.2 comments
Trees in the city are cut too high.
Leaves yearn to touch the people scurrying by.
Slow them down, help them feel and care and breathe again.
And the people yearn for the trees’ sweet caress.
Even tho they don’t even see them anymore.
Quests worth questing October 23, 2006
Posted by Jade Barclay in love, mothers, quest, work.1 comment so far
This is a post from my ex’s blog 3½ years ago. He’s lovely and I see where he’s coming from, but I can’t help but take the “four years later” reference personally:
Women who won’t…
And the husbands, lovers, bosses sort of suck their teeth and say, a little ruefully, ‘Um, me too, now you come to mention it. Chance would be a fine thing,’ and so on. And then they accede, usually. And the women disappear, maybe to the gym or the wine bar or Selfridges, their brains having lapsed into happy desuetude.
Check around your office for a few minutes (if you’re deluded enough still to be working in one). How many women there have gone part-time, recently? How many women have given up work altogether? How many women went part-time because they were having a baby but now, four years later, just look — they’re still part-time? What’s happening to them? Where’s that vaulting ambition to break through the infamous and repellent glass ceiling? Where’s the bloody work ethic? And how should the men respond?
Maybe the bloody layabouts could try taking their own bloody kids for more than one night in 8½ years and see what happens to his priorities, his ambition and his bloody work ethic. WHO THE **** HAS TIME FOR THE BLOODY GYM OR WINE BAR?!?! Way too busy avoiding attention labels and disorders and drugs, speeding traffic and nosey neighbours and DoCS, developing a love of learning and language and meaning and emotions, a sense of spirit and service and community, manners (my kid must be one in a million – no-one teaches manners anymore) and food and exercise and housework, tv and computer games and the curse of media advertising, and the right balance of family, friends and alone time so you don’t end up raising a psychopath. At the very least get them to eat their dinner and brush their teeth!
You know how self-centred your little world must be when the schmoozing at the office and tackling petty little glass ceilings is top of your mind. When you’re part of raising the next generation, you start to actually pay attention to what kind of planet and culture they’re going to inherit, and start doing things about making it a worthy legacy.
Mum’s have the ultimate work ethic, and a healthy intolerance of useless people and tasks. Any energy that’s left after a mum’s day’s work would never be wasted on office politics when essential questions remain unaddressed:
- Will there be enough oxygen left on this planet for your son to blow out the candles on his 50th birthday cake?
- When school expulsions and suspensions have gone up from 30 – 30,000 per year in each state in this country since the boy was born, what kind of emotional and social world will he be living and working in by his 30th?
- How does one teach chivalry honour compassion and respect in a world where the last remnants of such things exist only in myths and fairy tales, where the current world allows 20-50,000 child molestations a day, where 35,000 children a day are dying of starvation, and where no true safety for women has existed ever in history?
The ambition and work ethic you speak of is a quest for money and power alone, and I’ll have none of it. Teach the children to know love and give all the power they have in them, rather than fear they have none hence try in vain to take it from others.
Universally across all cultures LOVING is stated as the #1 most important thing in life. But who takes their eyes off their ambitions long enough to quest for love? Mothers do. If there’s ANYTHING on this earth I can do to improve the way we love ourselves, each other and our world, I’m gonna do it, and no measly ambition or useless little glass ceiling is EVER gonna distract me from my quest for a loving world.
Love Beyond Reason October 19, 2006
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So many “love doctors” out there at the moment… Doc Love, Love Tactics, Catch Him & Keep Him and dozens of others. Using pop-psych and subconscious influence techniques to win yourself the guy or gal of your dreams.
I rebuke them all!
They make “work” (ie, get you the desired response) but they’re band-aid solutions. The eternal damage they do is to strengthen the habits that separate us and close us down to begin with. The biggest problem is that we’ve all become really really bad at RECEIVING LOVE, so no matter how it is given we still don’t feel it.
Love is never unrequited – only unreceived. And that can change.
Patch Adams on his “What is Your Love Strategy?” Australian Tour this week did 5 exercises with us designed to fix that core problem. They got the heck out of our heads and rekindled our ability to GIVE and RECEIVE love. Each exercise was for about 5 minutes.
- Close your eyes and concentrate on your love for each and every person on this planet. Don’t miss out on anyone.
- Hug someone you’ve never met before. Concentrate on feeling yourself give love and open to receiving love in the hug.
- Look into a stranger’s eyes, gently hold their face in your hands, and say “I love you” over and over. Feel your sincerity, pretend you mean it
say it with different pitch and tempo and intonantion. The receiver says nothing and just receive. - Sit one the floor as a pair. One person lies down and rests their head in the other person’s lap. The person sitting up gently comforts and caresses, pouring love into this person silently, using only touch and glances.
- Sit as closely as possible to each other maintaining eye contact. One person talks about everything they love – not just romatic love, but everything they love in life. The listener says nothing, but keeps eye contact – if the person speaking looks to the side, the listener puts their face in the way of their new gaze.
Rinse and repeat!
LOVING is universally stated as the #1 most important thing in life across all cultures. Loving consists of 2 things – giving love and receiving love. My son and I have started doing this every day. We’re scheduling days with friends to do these exercises all day long. After all, what could be more important than strengthening the habit of loving? How are you loving yourself, loving others, loving our world today?
Pirates oath October 10, 2006
Posted by Jade Barclay in General, love, poetry.1 comment so far
I wish you were my lover my friend
My stallion my end
Of listless ways
Of blissless days
Nights forging long
Dawn been and gone
Zones warm distraction
Frozen hearts beat on
Daydreams flimsy thread
Lingering glances
Second chances
Doth I wish too much
My lover
My end
Here be pirates
Each a stolen heart
Buried deep in life’s splendour
Our finest hoard yet beckons
Dare we dig on?
I’ve not poeticised my ramblings in many a fair moon.
What is it about love that squeezes twisted words from faux indifference?