Friday, May 31, 2013

Currie's Gratitude 31 May 2013


I love this. The image of it inside my brain. How living it feels, especially since I’m a stick-in-the-mud sometimes.

I remember my earliest experience with the ocean and how I thought myself so powerful to BE able to send those waves back out by drawing my scary faces into the sand, my back to their rush the entire time.

Oh to BE so naïve and convincible!!!

Things don’t always [or even all that often, come to think of it] go my way. Happiness recedes and I lose my focus.

Someone does or says or doesn’t DO or say something and I act like a wave refusing to crash onto shore or BE gathered up in the greaterness of the ocean and BE swept back out into the deep.

To BE more like a wave is to allow and accept Life, to live in its flow and rhythm, and to NOT [ever] BE afraid or even hesitant about its course. To Let Go into it and BE swept wherever it sweeps me.

Learning to live more like this and less like someone in futile pursuit of control is challenging. Yet little by slowly I am coming to a deep understanding of the magic of waves.

The magic of rolling with the tide, living in the moment[s] of Life.


I love you, Currie

Thursday, May 30, 2013

Currie's Gratitude 30 May 2013


One of the smartest, most brilliant things I’ve learned in this Life is the power of walking. Long walks in particular have literally saved my Life. But that is a story for, well, NOT here…

A long walk is essential for my head to BE clear and my heart to stay open. There have been lengthy stretches of Time where I have eschewed this bit of wisdom, so Now I just keep it front-and-center on my Habit Shelf alongside brushing my teeth and writing Gratitude.

Short walks, what Gracie and I call “iddies,” are good for certain things. No question these are essential, but I prefer, as does Gracie, a long meandering purposeless BEyond it is what it is and that’s all I am saying on the subject walk.

These walks, our Morning Adventure walks, are utter deLIGHT and JOY. We, er, well, Gracie sniffs and does roll pollies, gives her love freely to whoever we see, and when we return home again we are two satisfied campers.

On my own, a long walk is also a slice of Heaven. I lost touch with this depending upon my 4-wheels for so long, yet Now my appreciation is back.

Whole and intact!!!

I love the feel of my feet on the pavement and wind at my back. 

Oh indeed!!!


I love you, Currie

Wednesday, May 29, 2013

Currie's Gratitude 29 May 2013


I have long been an Eeyore-ish sort, gloom and doom my attitudes of choice, BUT… that’s changed/changing. 

If I had to say WHY or point to the thing[s] that caused my transformation, I would most likely say that I BElieved differently Then than I DO Now.

What I BElieved Then was that there wasn’t Enough, BE that Love, Opportunity, Space, Time, or any other thing. 

I BElieved that waiting was ridiculous, a fool’s errand, and delaying the disappointment sure to come over the horizon.

I BElieved my own “bad press” and took every fleeting [and oftentimes absurd] thought that flew through my head as gospel.

I BElieved I was NOT worthy at the same time I BElieved I was entitled.

What has changed [and is, in some cases finally BEginning, albeit slowly, to change] is/are My BElief[s].

Today I know that I can freely choose to BElieve: there is Enough and I am Enough; I CAN Love and AM Loved; and that Space, Opportunity, Time, and every other thing is available, yes, even for ME.

I CAN change my BEliefs and it really is NOT a job that requires heavier lifting, at least NOT heavier than I can lift.

It mostly requires Willingness and a little stubborn refusal to BE sucked down into the doom and gloomish muck.


I love you, Currie

Tuesday, May 28, 2013

Currie's Gratitude 28 May 2013



If this were NOT true, there would simply BE no progress, advancement, or change. BEcause someone or many someones together BElieved in something, things changed. Over and over and over…

On the other hand, those BEliefs that were etched into us, from the time we were small enough to only ever BElieve Life Was Good, those changed us, too.

Radically. Completely.

BUT… NOT forever and always.

I BElieve in Gratitude.

And no, I am NOT the sort of person who is all happy skippy sparkly.

I am actually sometimes aloof and reserved.

A worrier and an Eeyore-ish sort, really.

Quiet [though I still talk too much] and lost in thoughts.

Still, BEcause I BElieve in Gratitude, I show up here each morning so I can create something to “gift” this wondrous World that houses me.

That is all this is, this habit I have. My gift back to the World.

I’ve only done this for the past 6 years and a little bit.

I started off waiting to FEEL GRATEFUL BEfore I wrote. I’ve lost those early Gratitudes, actually, let them go along with 90% of my Life’s stuff when I moved in 2009.

Yet Today, my BElief in the Practise of Gratitude has changed me.

Utterly.

Completely.

And for what I hope is Forever and for Always.


I love you, Currie

Monday, May 27, 2013

Currie's Gratitude 27 May 2013



I never fully appreciated this idea so much as I DO Now. I thought I was “better off” in the extreme and in opposition. I BElieved it was more important to stand apart and BE my own person. [NOT that those are inherently “bad” things or ideas, mind you]

Now I have come to appreciate moderation. 

Middle places. 

Overlap. 

Similarity. 

Standing together. 

BEing there for someone else.

I have learned that DOing/sharing things together is the cement that holds people together. That cooperating and encouraging and holding my own little bit of LIGHT on where YOU are brings the disparate edges of ME into unison.

Finding my middle place has taken a great many years longer than I think I needed to, yet there it is, that is the stuff of Life. We never know how long we shall BE here nor what is really “too” long, short, slow, or quick.

Sometimes I see this edginess and opposition as my own reaction to the World at large. 

As a statement. 

Yet what I see Here, Now, Today is that it has only served to keep me apart and feeling the chasm BEtween Me & You and Me & The World.

Like so much else, middle places change with Time. 

I suspect I shall change, too.

How about YOU?! 


I love you, Currie

Sunday, May 26, 2013

Currie's Gratitude 26 May 2013


I’m thinking it’s going to BE hard for some to swallow this idea. Especially BEcause it was [okay, it still is] hard for me. 

Even to grasp. 

Or imagine.

Overwhelm is all the too much that covers up my NOT enoughness. 

It is worry. And it dresses itself up sometimes as my second and third thoughts.

My regrets.

Eliminating it seems an outright impossibility.

After all, I am living Here, Now, in this World.

The one where stimulation comes at me like a firehose. Even a taste is overwhelming, right?!

So here’s what I am thinking: Eliminate Everything Then Add Only What Is Essential.

Of course, In Real Life eliminating everything is NOT really DOable, except that really it is.

In my mind.

I can DO amazing things there. In my mind.

I go for the biggest things first, a little like cleaning in the Wee Cottage.

Somethings have to go outside. Most everything needs to move a little.

Ultimately, I “eliminate” all places for dirt and, well, golly, the ants and spiders…

And I clean.

When I bring things back it’s different.

Refreshing.

Clear.

Possible, y’know?!

I’ve learned to DO this inside myself.

To “blow the stink out” and let the clean air in.

Funny thing is, it works BEcause I BElieve it CAN.

And that’s enough…

I love you, Currie

Saturday, May 25, 2013

Currie's Gratitude 25 May 2013



Really?!

It has long been my challenge coming to realise that Life is NOT centered on ME. I know, YOU knew that [BEcause of course it was centered on YOU!!] but it’s taken me a bit longer to grasp.

Longer still has been coming to understand deep in my bones that NOT everyone agrees with or even thinks like ME. I can see from Here and Now that I might have caught some clues along the way...

Alas, I did NOT.

Actually, early on I can see that BEcause I was NOT amidst the like-minded I made the decision that I was “wrong” and conformed, as much as I possibly could muster, to those around me.

I know it didn’t take and that ultimately I chafed and irritated those others, but it has taken far longer to feel sufficient even when I am standing alone.

It is, frankly, so much nicer to BE among others who think like and cooperate with me.

I am refreshed and encouraged by that.

However, it happens less often and probably even less than that since I sort of steer clear of troublesome topics and areas as best I can.

Knowing that NOT everyone agrees with me makes it easier to BE silent.

Observe.

Reserve judgment.

And sometimes it can feel lonesome here…

I love you, Currie

Friday, May 24, 2013

Currie's Gratitude 24 May 2013




Even if we think we DO, we don’t. We’re always accompanied by more well-wishers and encouragers than we can imagine.

Always.

On the other hand, it often does feel like we’re hanging out there all on our own, flying solo by the very seat of our pants and/or hems of our skirts.

More and more with our virtual World growing larger and our connections reaching places we canNOT imagine [or certainly could NOT have imagined even 10 years ago] we’re all [okay, I am, I won’t speak for YOU or anyone else even if I have heard this from oh so many…] feeling very much alone far more of the time.

I am certain there are a great many reading this who are convinced of their BEing accompanied, always, everywhere, and no matter what. 

I admire such conviction. To BE so sure seems glorious and quiet BEtween my ears. 

Yet I need the reminder: We Don’t DO It Alone. Several times daily…

It is NOT something I take for granted, nor is my assuredness steady on its feet. 

I take my cues from the others whose words I read, those things I listen to in any given day, and my own times where I actually DO see I am NOT alone Here.

Ever.

It takes what it takes.

I love you, Currie

Thursday, May 23, 2013

Currie's Gratitude 23 May 2013




As a writer, this is a thought that revisits my brain rather often. 

In fact, I sometimes feel I am repeating myself. 

Perhaps I DO and I am letting that BE okay. 

After all, it is NOT like someone or anyone is keeping track.

I recently heard a piece of music on NPR that has its origins in something from Mozart yet has been reworked again and again.

Fascinating the way Life is like a reel-to-reel tape sometimes.

We all repeat ourselves. Goodness knows that I DO. 

And yet there are cadences and lilts I am unaware of running through everything I write.

BEing original and fresh is important, yet so is BEing myself. 

This particular writing has legs that are constant and others that are intentionally irregular. 

I am the same yet every day new and different than the one BEfore.

Those times in Life when we have to say the hard things, it might sound like we’re BEing drones but really we’re NOT. 

There really are few words to say such things. 

Mostly it is our delivery I think that is felt by the recipient.

As an artist I’ve fretted about DOing something like someone else. 

Yet inspiration IS an inside commodity, albeit influenced in countless outside ways.

At least these are things I tell myself…

I love you, Currie

Wednesday, May 22, 2013

Currie's Gratitude 22 May 2013




This is one of my BIGGEST hurdles in Life. 

I am a chronic explainer. 

I canNOT seem to help myself. 

I prattle on and rarely notice that I am DOing it until…

I did learn quite a lot about this about a dozen or so years ago while teaching a combined 1st, 2nd, and 3rd grade class. 

I discovered that answering a question was far simpler and much less wordy than I’d automatically launch into.

Several children were more than satisfied with a simple and straightforward answer. 

Others would hear my response and ask for clarification or expansion. 

Doling these replies out in bits and pieces allowed me to understand what years of criticism for talking too much had failed to DO.

More present tense, I find myself wondering and wandering into my own thoughtsandfeelings about My Life Up Until Now. 

I envision myself explaining myself to those who had been yet no longer are part of my Life on any sort of continuous basis. 

I have startling insights and ah-HAH moments which I feel an urgency to share.

Most of the time Now I catch myself at this and stop it. 

I consider who really needs to know this and I always realise that it is ME. 

No one else is really listening anymore…

I mean, really

I love you, Currie

Tuesday, May 21, 2013

Currie's Gratitude 21 May 2013



There aren’t many things that DO as much good, ALWAYS, as in All. The. Time. as laughter. 

I know that Life is sometimes serious and even somber, yet laughter is still a blessing.

I’m sure I am NOT the only one to ever laugh inappropriately. 

Yet I am reminded when there is “inappropriate” laughter that it, too, is a gift.

Like tears, laughter is the heart in full expression. 

It loosens the stuff that needs loosening and clears space for BEing Present.

Giving myself a laughter pass has been a gentler, softer way to grow and change with Life’s twists, turns, and wild hands-in-the-air drops. 

Just as I have cried and cried and cried some more in feeling, dealing, and healing, so too have I laughed and laughed and laughed.

I think laughter is something to encourage and embrace. 

To inspire and demonstrate. 

When there is laughter amidst a great sadness it reminds us [or at least it reminds ME, I won’t pretend to speak for anyone else here] that Life is curious and amazing.

While losing someone we’ve loved and leaned upon isn’t the first place we’d expect there to BE laughter, it is just this sweet sound and release that often brings the Light into the darkness surrounding such a loss.

That’s what I BElieve anyway… 

I love you, Currie

Monday, May 20, 2013

Currie's Gratitude 20 May 2013




How often DO I decide I am less, incapable, or the S-word [tupid] when I’m NOT able to replicate what I think I must BEcause so-and-so did so?!

One example is Photoshop Elements. I was gifted with PSE8 in Christmas 2009. It seemed enormous so I bought several books but it wasn’t until August 2012 that I really learned the first thing about how to install and use it. 

At all.

Of course, by then PSE8 was way out of date and people were on to PSE10 and then PSE11. 

I kept it loaded for 7 months BEfore I decided one early morning to uninstall it…

You see, it wasn’t working for me. 

I tried to make it DO all these nifty things others DO, but I got far better results using Picasa and Pixlr, two freebie photo-editing programs. 

And I’ve yet to miss the BEhemoth one tiny eensie little bit.

I love what I learn by simply digital fiddling with these two programs. 

I love how I am learning without needing books or tutorials or following someone else’s Here-Is-HOW-You-Can-DO-This Nifty-Doodle-Thing-I-Did.

I Now SEE that what works for me is simpler, generic even, and that is 100% fine with me.

I am happy with all I don’t know and deLIGHTed that I CAN learn.

In my own time…

I love you, Currie

Sunday, May 19, 2013

Currie's Gratitude 19 May 2013



What I know about shadows is contained in three things: Peter Pan, the song “Me & My Shadow,” and those wondrously weird shaped things that precede Gracie and me on our walks.

But there is another that I sometimes worry about. The shadow my memory casts. There is no promise of Neverland, no catchy tune, nor anything wondrous in this shadow.

Memory shadows sting and tie me to something from which I am certain I canNOT escape. 

They break my heart. 

They shame me. 

They make me BElieve I am utterly unworthy of Hope or Love.

So this prompting to NOT worry about my shadow is something of a gift. 

A pass. 

A Get-Out-of-Jail free card.

Don’t worry about the mistakes and the slights and the hurts BEcause to DO so ties you [and me] to a time we canNOT change or un-DO.

Don’t worry what someone else’s memory of you [or me] and that incident or episode is BEcause it’s nothing more than a shadow YOU [or I] are casting on the Light of Right Now.

Unlike Peter Pan, our shadows aren’t sewn on us. 

We only see them when the Light hits us just so. T

hey canNOT BE removed or pinned back.

In fact, our shadows are much more like the one the song is about…

I love you, Currie

Saturday, May 18, 2013

Currie's Gratitude 18 May 2013




I suppose this sounds a bit strange coming from someone who is NOT a grower of green and lush things. Still, I appreciate green and lush things and I know that the greenest and lushest things require nutritious soil, loving attention from water and sunshine, and someone to tend them with a kind heart.

So it must BE, too, for dreams. And I have dreams. I have HAD dreams. I suspect I shall go on dreaming for a long time to come.

The best dreams need fertile minds. They need minds that can fully wrap round them while simultaneously letting them go where they will and BE [and BEcome] all they CAN BE.

Dreams grow in fertile minds BEcause that is where they thrive. This is my own experience, yes, and it is also my experience with what others have shown me. Those whom I most admire, respect, and am inspired by are [or were] great dreamers.

And just for a second, let me say that I once got fired from a job in a bookbinding factory for BEing too dreamy. It wasn’t my finest hour, to BE sure, but it was a sort of realisation that has stayed with me all these many, MANY years later.

This is, perhaps, why I am still a dreamer.

And you?!

I love you, Currie

Friday, May 17, 2013

Currie's Gratitude 17 May 2013




I don’t worry so much about my differences anymore. I’m NOT sure exactly when this shift happened, but I enJOY it pretty much daily Now.

I’ve NOT always grasped this finer point of BEing. NOT by a long shot.

In fact I’ve pretty much always kept my focus on differences and making any similarities disappear.

NOT that I prefer this, just that I’ve done it. Like NOT wanting to seem the same as fill-in-the-name of whomever. Or wanting to NOT remind someone of someone else and preferring to stand out on my own merits.

But recent years have seemed to mellow and change me from that vigilante. I know I AM different and I know I AM similar and I know the line BEtween them is sometimes blurred or simply unseen.

BEing different is also NOT something I use as a badge of honour. I am just BEing Me. I’ve learned to embrace that and at times thoroughly enJOY the odd and curious things that BEing Me allows.

Sometimes, and perhaps this is due to the enormous amount of time spent in my own company, I wonder where I have been all my Life. I wonder why I didn’t DO this or that or the other thing BEfore Now.

Yet my worrying about that is pretty silly, too.

I love you, Currie

Thursday, May 16, 2013

Currie's Gratitude 16 May 2013




There is a rhythm [is it just me or is rhythm a strangely concocted word?!] to Life.

I think this is universally understood. It may BE the seasons, our traditions, or even just how our lives have been lived that defines this rhythm, yet there it is.

How is it we each FEEL this?! DO we collectively FEEL this?!

I’m certain there are many correct answers, NOT one right answer. That’s what encourages me to keep seeking and rooting about in my days [daze] for my Life’s rhythm.

I feel Life’s rhythm in my sleeping and waking. How natural they are. How simple it has BEcome for me to fall asleep, even when it is still light out. And how ordinary it is for me to wake at 3 or 4, well rested and eager to BEgin my new day.

Recently I have started to listen to NPR as an experiment in keeping more informed of the goings-on of the World, still without images, and absent the breaking news tone and pulse of repetition. It is an experiment BEcause I realise that staying in my bubble was leaving me feeling more isolated and apart.

I notice a changing tempo and different awareness evolving. 

I am more compassionate. 

My perspective is growing spacious.

And I still feel like myself.

I love you, Currie

Wednesday, May 15, 2013

Currie's Gratitude 15 May 2013




Patience has grown on me this past year. 

Since going 4-wheel free. 

I’ve come to find the sweet spot in the Time things take to DO, on foot, by bus, without the quick fast convenience of hopping in the car to GO or DO.

I’ve learned to Make DO. 

I embrace the opportunity to DO Without. 

I gravitate toward the singular enJOYment of Enoughness.

I’ve discovered that much of what I had thought spontaneous or flying-by-the-seat-of-my-pants was actually compulsive unconsciousness on steroids.

Patience has shown me how delaying gratification actually expands it. 

Exponentially. 

BEyond my wildest imagining even.

Sometimes I’m “forced” by my choice of circumstance to recognise who I was BEfore I chose this way of living and BEing. 

Even when that makes me squirm more than a little bit, I am on BEyond grateful for the realisation.

Perhaps the very best of Patience’s gifts to me is the opportunity it provides me to Pause, Think, Consider, and Sleep On BEfore Acting.

It is remarkable how changed a thing looks a day after I was certain I MUST HAVE/DO IT…

Patience comes in handy in so many ways I’d never have imagined. 

Sometimes it works its magic on ME, which is sheer deLIGHT, once I get past, well, it is sheer deLIGHT, I’ll leave it at that…

I love you, Currie

Tuesday, May 14, 2013

Currie's Gratitude 14 May 2013




There are few things I have done WRONG as LONG as I have BEEN alive as Thinking I Know What Is Best For Someone Else.

And the really sad part of that is that NEVER EVER and NOT ONCE have I used that marvelous 20-20 x-ray visuality on myself…

Seriously, isn’t that The Most Peculious and Ridankulous way of BEing a human?!

I am NOT saying I have always been wrong about these things [even though I have been, 100% of the time] but I AM saying this has been the most wrong way to BE, something I’ve never, until just recently, appreciated. [much less seen]

I have NOT a clue what is best or necessary for MY process. 

And you know, as I wrote that I realised that it is that very thing that makes it all the easier for me to think I know what is best or necessary for another’s process.

It’s NOT that anyone is asking me…

THAT’S the key ingredient, by the way, BEing asked. 

BEcause I ask when I need perspective I know I don’t have. 

And when I ask, oftentimes I get an entirely new perspective.

BUT… I have asked for it. 

Sought it out deliberately. 

I’ve wanted to know.

And I would have to say THAT makes all the difference…

I love you, Currie

Monday, May 13, 2013

Currie's Gratitude 13 May 2013




I’ve been learning something about directions, and oftener the lack of them. 

Discovering how I BEgin to learn and have come to expect, even gladly anticipate my failures.

I recently got a thing called a Gelli [a gel printing plate is what it is] and took it on its first outing. 

I had watched the YouTube videos, really felt I “understood” the process, and started out with high hopes and grand visions.

Of course, the first few efforts were muddier and NOT at all lovely like the YouTube ones. 

I noticed that part of me given to frustration and telling me what a dope I am. 

She tried stamping her feet and yelling like a mosquito in my ear, but I was undaunted.

I watched the video again, and a few others, and reduced the number of “things” to use with my Gelli. 

My next efforts were a little better, but I called it a day. 

I’ve since used those learning monoprints as fodder for my collaged giraffes.

There aren’t exact How-To instructions for the Gelli, like a LOT of Life, and Art-Making. 

There are only images and interpretations and suggestions.

Essentially: Other People’s Directions.

This is how I see most of Life. 

Learning from others, learning from mistakes, learning from DOing things wrong.

Ultimately, I am learning…

I love you, Currie

Sunday, May 12, 2013

Currie's Gratitude 12 May 2013




It seems to me that I almost always have to shift from a mindset of “cutting losses” to “counting blessings.” 

I tend toward seeing what didn’t happen and what could have been worse BEfore I see What is Now Possible.

It’s a fine line that marks the separation of my contrarian and possibilitarian. And oftentimes they are “that close” within me.

Kind of scary…

Lately I have been clearing and letting go of “stuff” that has either accumulated or been created in the space that was me when I moved into the Wee Cottage and the me that lives here Now. This whole thing started about six months BEfore I sold GraceLand; it only seems to gain momentum as Time marches along.

The reasons I have given myself have garnered a bit more of my attention recently. 

I am started to see lots of empty and open space. 

I am starting to feel how lovely Less is…

Indeed, More is just More.

Contrarian?! Possibilitarian?!

I’ve come to a place of great peace and quiet deLIGHT in my pursuit. 

I’m breathing deeper and my shoulders seem to relax voluntarily. 

It’s sweet stuff. 

Very…

The realisation of Possibility isn’t yet natural for me. 

I have to point myself toward it. 

I have to WANT TO see it…

And, I DO…

I love you, Currie

Saturday, May 11, 2013

Currie's Gratitude 11 May 2013




It shouldn’t BE that hard. 

It should BE a no-brainer. 

Yet the fact remains that I am NOT always so much given to choosing what I really want.

At least out loud.

Still, I am improving. 

I AM able to say NO with more conviction and in the moment, even when I am worrying some about ruffling someone else’s feathers.

I am able to ask for what I want without apology or long-winded explanations.

And I am living my Living Plan BE, which, quite frankly, is, ALL of it, What I REALLY Want on a day by day basis Right Now.

What I really want is simple and remarkably clear. 

It is about Enough. 

It is about Right Now. 

It is about BEing far more than DOing. 

And at its center, it is about giving and letting THINGS go…

I want to live within my means. 

I want to live as if this one day is my very first and very last; I want to leave it all out there, as the sports folk say, on the field.

At the end of my days, Now, I review the day’s wonders, disappointments, and puzzlements.

I accept that I canNOT change it and consider how I might change ME.

I give my Gratitude for all of it.

And I sleep.

I love you, Currie

Friday, May 10, 2013

Currie's Gratitude 10 May 2013




For instance…

Waking up exactly when I want without any alarms or other startling-me-out-of-sleep gizmos. Just waking up and getting on with Today?!

Or how about…

Finding a $5 bill right BEside the trash where I’m pitching, ummmmmmm… well?!

Ordinary everyday miracles are the grandest ones. 

They never seem all that ordinary, to me, but when I stop and think even for the tiniest moment, each and every single day I am the beneficiary of some extraordinarily good things.

I’m never certain on those occasions when things seem like all the wheels are falling off the wagon in succession what the miracle is… I just know it IS and that’s enough.

And the rejoicing part?! 

NOT always so much noise and jumping up and down clapping, but quieter, more knowing than pointing, more Gratitude than parading followed by fireworks.

Every single day there are more amazing and generous things happening than my birdbrain can BEgin to grasp. 

Serendipities and coincidences. 

Wonderfully unanticipated generosities that seem picked just for me.

I’m learning, little bit by slow bit, oftentimes two steps forward and about a dozen backward, that Life really is all about the miracles which aren’t really so miraculous but miracles nonetheless. 

The way things happen and especially the way they DO NOT happen utterly astounds and amazes me.

I love you, Currie

Thursday, May 9, 2013

Currie's Gratitude 9 May 2013




This peculious expression is one of the most sensible notions I’ve learned to live by. It’s so easy for me to Time Travel… staring into that rear view mirror or imagining what’s up the way and round the next corner.

When I stay with my feet I’m so much more manageable. And simplified…

For me it is all about maintaining this perspective along with living only in Right Now that keeps the IN out of my sanity.

Where my feet are is where Life is. Sure, I have insights about my Past and I learn, almost daily, to view these with greater compassion, but the Past is BEyond my reach and the Very Last Thing I need to grasp at Right Now.

So such a simple idea as staying where my feet are this moment keeps me from wading into quicksand.

It also helps me to realise that where my feet are is far far clear at the other end of where my head might BE. And I have a busy little brain, all the time learning and searching.

Sometimes staying with my feet creates some really difficult push-pull. I get mired and resistant and pouty. I go negative and gloom settles over me like a thick fog.

That’s when I need simply to lift my feet and…

I love you, Currie

Wednesday, May 8, 2013

Currie's Gratitude 8 May 2013




I think judgment, when used to discern important and essential things, is fine. 

Use good judgment!! Isn’t that what we were told as younger people and children of a certain age?!

On the other hand, or, 9 other fingers and thumbs, what BEgins innocently enough as “good” judgment oftentimes morphs into deep-rooted opinion and even BElief.

And that, like resentment, serves no one and makes of us our least-best selves.

Some judgments, like whether it is safe to cross the highway, I have to make new each and every time. 

I have to gauge whether I’ll need to stop halfway across or DO I need to BE extra quick.

This, I BElieve, falls into the Use good judgment!! category.

Others, for instance, bringing up a situation to someone too far away to help and far enough away to feel helpless and thus worry, gets a little trickier.

BEcause, you see, if opting NOT to tell there then BEcomes a reason to lie, again and again, simply to protect someone else. [or so I imagine]

There are about a gazillion and 74 judgments that have kept me small and invisible, feeling both neglected and isolated.

Where to BEgin changing these is no easy task. 

And so I BEgin wherever I feel their pinch and poke.

Which is a start…

I love you, Currie

Tuesday, May 7, 2013

Currie's Gratitude 7 May 2013




It’s growing on me, this idea of how my thinking shapes my BEing. And my DOing.

I’ve seen it in myself often enough Now to know how Truth can sometimes seem a separate thing altogether. Especially I have seen this in the quality of Life I enJOY, despite what once seemed to me to BE a great many disadvantages.

Initially, subscribing to the notion that I am what I think ABOUT,  I tried to think good thinks and wash away the “bad thinks” with things like Gratitude Practise and BEing a lot more “positive on purpose.”

A good starting place…

Yet what I BElieve today is that NOT only DO my thoughts BEcome things, my thoughts about things [and people and places and oh!! even lions and tigers and bears, oh my!!] BEcome the thoughtsandfeelings that dominate and drive the aforementioned quality of Life I enJOY.

Sometimes people ask me about my odd yet consistent capitalisations of BE. I think it has evolved out of my conviction that BEing does indeed drive DOing, Having, and, well, Life its very self.

BEcause I BEgin each day with writing, you could say it is how I realign my BEing, adjust my thinking, and simply remind myself that I am whatever I BE Right Now.

Essentially, I am what I think…

I love you, Currie