Still Breathing

Let me sum up Day 9 in the cold city of my potential future:

Residual waves of panic from yesterday’s panic attack.  Deep breaths

Surreal reality of being here and in between homes–do I live there, or do I live here?  Short of breath

Tired of living in hotel, so went to look at an apartment.  Reality sets in.  Panic ensues.

Need to find employment to become a self-sufficient human being.  Heart palps

Continual compartmentalization that Mr. Ex and I have completely role reversed and he is there with our children doing everything with our children, doing it well, and I am still not sure why I am compelled to take this sabbatical from motherhood.   This life change has me unable to do much more than figure out how to get on my feet so I can go back to being a good mother wherever that may be.  Must keep breathing

Mr. Ex says he’s having coffee with an old friend of ours who is: 

1. A woman.  2.  Divorced and single.  3.  Very nice.

I was not sure how I felt about it, hence compartmentalized it.  She actually called me later and told me what a nice meeting they had and I embraced it.  What’s with that? 

This trip started as a pseudo-vacation to take a break from the toxic afterglow of the last few years of my life.  But with each day it becomes more and more like forward movement into a completely new life.  I am not sure what to do during altered state of reality.  So I keep propelling myself through these unchartered waters knowing I will find my way. 

As I ride these waves of fear, reality and options, I realize that I can only take things one day at a time and re-claim my empowerment. 

I read a quote from Oprah today that said, “Breathe.  Let go.  And remind yourself that this very moment is the only one you know you have for sure.” 

I just checked, and right at this moment I’m still breathing.

Just Breathe

I had a mild panic attack today.  It has been a while, but apparently all of this craziness has caught up with me.  I was fine when I got up.  I had another job interview this morning, that went well.  I am getting eager to work now, and am actually surprised at my enthusiasm to jump in after being out of the professional realm for so many years.

After the interview I went to get some more work clothes, since I’m moving forward into something that will require proper dress and did not pack enough.  While I was perusing the clearance rack I got short of breath, my chest tightened, and I started to panic.  I don’t even know why, I do have some ideas, but sometimes the body just reacts to whatever is going on in the mind, consciously or subconsciously, and with my latest life happenings, panic was bound to happen.

However, my panic attack did not stop me from shopping.  I texted someone and told them I was having some kind of overwhelming emotion but not to worry, I would be fine.  That is my m.o.  I get overwhelmed, but I can still function.  I fake my way through whatever crisis I am going through, feel my way through it, and somehow land on my feet.  Even when I don’t feel like I can. 

So I’m still out of state finding my future and am staying a little longer than expected.  I called Mr. Ex today and asked him to ship me a few things.  He said no problem, and that also caused me a little panic.  Why is he so embracing of my fresh-start endeavor?  He is actually so supportive that he jokes with me that I will have a job before he does, and how well our role reversal is going with him taking care of the kids while I’m here exploring my corporate future. 

The panic attack went on for several hours.  I tried to yoga, I tried a couple of glasses of wine, I tried a warm bath, and I tried warm chocolate chip cookies, and I still had heart palpitations, shortness of breath, and an overall irritation.  I am hoping it passes soon, since it’s now been several hours and I think it’s time to breathe. 

It’s amazing what we can survive.  I believe in strength and endurance.  This girl does not crumble, even in the darkest moments.  She smiles, she laughs, and she tries.  The journey may not be easy, but the arrival will be worthwhile.  Breathing.

Passing Phone Call

After a long day of trying to sell the house, a hardy face-to-face discussion with Mr. Ex about some of our divorce logistics,  and the usual end of the weekend busyness,  I sat down to write. 

I was going to blog about how surprises lurk around every corner, how life is a mystery, and the gifts that can come out of uncertainty, when the phone rang.

My father, who I assumed was calling to see how I was doing during my life change, says, “I just have a quick question I have been meaning to ask you for months.”   He went on to ask me when he dies, if I would mind if he had his body donated to a university anatomical education program.

OH.  Never saw that one coming.  The man is healthy.  Talk about a surprise. 

He quickly went on to explain that they will retrieve his remains, use the body for teaching purposes, cremate it, file the death certificate, place the obituary in the paper, and pay for everything including the funeral service.  Essentially no cost to the family?  No objections here. 

As if that wasn’t enough, he told me before he decided to do this service to mankind, he had already bought a drawer in the local cemetery mausoleum so we could just put his urn of educational ashes in the drawer. 

REALLY?  This is how my day ended today?

My father and I have had a very interesting relationship since my birth.  He was not at the top of my favorite people list as I was growing up, we never seemed to see eye to eye on much of anything, and I was the child of an unhappy marriage (familiar theme.) 

When I moved out I didn’t have much contact with him and it wasn’t until years later, when he insinuated his way back into my life after I had my own children, that I grew to love him in a mature father-daughter relationship way.  We ended up being much more alike than I ever realized, and we share similar perspectives on many things.  This helped form a better bond than I had with him growing up and we now have a lovely, respectful understanding of each other.

I suppose that’s what happens as you age anyway, you either make the most of your familial relationships or you simply accept them and find peace.  No point in staying latched on to negative childhood memories, at some point you have to grow up and let go. 

Not a bad philosophy in general actually–not staying latched on to negativity and letting go.  Why live with suffering when there is an alternative?  I wish I had learned that earlier in life, things may have gone differently with a lot of things.

My father has opted to offer himself to others to ease suffering, a choice he has made during life, and will continue to even with his passing.  J.K. Rowling said, “It is our choices, far more than our abilities that show who we really are.”    I tend to agree with that, even when I’m taken by surprise.

Every Day, A New Dawn

I never know what the day will bring when I put my feet on the floor in the morning.  I used to wake up and feel apprehensive about what might happen…be it more discovery on the gambling problem, or emotional fallout from my son’s autism, find another problem with our 250-year-old house, have some kind of health issue re-surface, there was a period of time that I did not feel optimistic about the sunrise leading me into a day that was not full of chaos and confusion.

But that changed.  I don’t know how or when or what even caused the shift, but I began to greet each day with hope that things would be ok no matter what, and I could handle whatever came my way with strength, grace, and courage.   I think I just got tired of being miserable and changed my mind.  Literally.

With that subtle shift in thinking, my days became more tolerable.  People started to notice my ability to smile no matter what was going on around me.  My wise friend B was the first to ask me how on earth I looked and sounded like my life was fine and peaceful when in fact it was not…and I was unable to answer that with any kind of factual basis for my presentation.

But each day it became more clear to me that with each new dawn there is an opportunity to be open to what comes your way and in that receptiveness, find something good…even when it may be otherwise disguised. 

I recently had one of those days.  I began with the normal routine of kids going to school and my daily administrative management of my family’s life.  But I later learned that my teenage son had done some experimenting with tobacco…which left me upset, confused and unsure how to address it.  I did not feel good at first, in fact just the opposite.  But I turned it around and found some positive.  He told me the truth, on his own.  He knew it was wrong, and he told me he needed to be honest.  We talked about it and we ended the day with a stronger bond because of it. 

Every day unfolds like a story in our lives.   How often do we notice what that story is?  I like to look at the dawn of each day as a fresh start, and a chance to use yesterday’s gained wisdom and experience to create a better today and an even better tomorrow.

Take A Zen Pause

Good zen.  Do you have it?  Are you inspired?  Happy?  Fulfilling your dreams?  Zen by definition is an ancient Buddhist practice asserting enlightenment can be achieved through meditation and intuition.  But culturally, good zen can be defined as feeling relaxed, collected, calm, insightful, contemplative, and experiencing total togetherness of body and mind. 

There are many paths to zen, affording those of us who seek it plenty of ways to achieve it.  And for those who aren’t interested, they probably haven’t had the pleasure of experiencing the peacefulness and joy good zen can bring.  Because once you taste it, there is no going back. 

One of the most popular ways to experience zen is through yoga.  The yoga revolution has taken hold in the West and with its almost immediately noticeable effects has helped change the lives of those who practice this age-old simple whole-body way to feel better, physically, emotionally, mentally, and spiritually.  There is a style for everyone and anyone can do it.

While yoga includes movement and postures, the real center of yoga is the breath.  Conscious breathing delivers increased oxygen to your cells, improves circulation, and helps detoxify the body and the mind.   Obviously we all breathe, but taking time to notice the breath, the inhale, the exhale, even the split second in between, can change everything in just one moment.  It’s soft.  It’s quiet.  It’s peaceful.  It’s zen. 

Stopping to breathe and find silence in that moment is not something we often do in our culture of hurry, worry, and stress.  But it’s exactly what we need to do.  Imagine a world with more compassion, more joy, more ease, more happiness.  In concept this is a beautiful place, but in reality daily chaos permeates every aspect of our lives.

When we take a minute to remind ourselves to breathe, we create an opening of restoration and rejuvenation.  Conscious breathing helps bring our mind and body to a place of serenity, and frees it from confusion and distress.  It is then from that internal focus that we can take equanimity out into the world.  

Good zen can be achieved quickly many ways, but at the core is the breath.  When we pay attention to our breathing we help our body function at its optimum.  Take a zen pause, breathe fully and deeply, and integrate simplicity and ease into your day, if only for a moment.

All You Have Is All You Need

Coming off of a holiday filled with abundance, presents being dropped on our doorstep anonymously, gifts cards arriving in the mail from far away places, enough food to feed a small village, it gave me pause for thought on having, needing, wanting, and achieving abundance and prosperity.

My family does not lack.  No, we do not have an unlimited bank account, in fact, just the opposite with a substantial gambling debt, but we still do not lack. Mr. Ex has a good job, two in fact, and the bills are paid on time.  The children are involved in many extracurricular activities, often on scholarship or through state services provided due to my son’s circumstances, but they are all afforded opportunities to participate in many things. 

We have a house (albeit we are selling to pay the debt,) two cars, an overstock of food, nice clothes, computers, game consoles, televisions in almost every room, music systems, high-speed internet, cell phones, and I haven’t even mentioned heat all winter, central air all summer, trips along the shore (thanks to a mother who lives there,) and the list goes on.

Looking around at what we have fills me with gratitude on a daily basis.  But this was a learned concept, I grew up with material abundance, and I never knew any differently until surviving the life changing school of hard knocks in adulthood.  I have to work hard to instill gratitude into my children, who are used to having what they want, but maybe don’t have an understanding about what they really need, which is internal happiness no matter the external situation.

Mr. Ex did not grow up the way I did, he had what he needed physically—food, shelter, clothing, but not what he needed emotionally—a loving family providing emotional nurturing.  He has worked hard to offer that to his children and did up to a point when his addiction took over, something he is now trying to fix.   But he still yearns for material things on a regular basis.  The conflict is a very real, visible struggle.

This is not about Mr. Ex’s want of things, or my children’s worldly desires, or even my own wish list; this is about understanding that all we have is all we need.  And really, all we have in the material world is much more than what we need. 

Abundance is much more than having things.  Abundance is about an overflowing fullness of the heart.  It is simplicity of life, grace, ease, comfort, cheer, happiness, sufficiency and satisfaction.   It is looking around your life and seeing the reality of all that you have and feeling how prosperous you really are over and above your tangible environment.

Prosperity is often defined in a financial context, but we forget that we can be prosperous in other areas of our lives…health, well-being, peace of mind, restfulness, friendships, values, favor, joy.  It is what truly exists for us in a more ethereal sphere. 

We can even be abundantly prosperous…living a live filled with gratitude for everything around us, everything in us.   Committing to feeling good, optimism, and back to a familiar theme of mine—hope and belief in all things, present and possible.

Feeling abundant and prosperous in our lives despite our situation and circumstances is a personal choice that must be grown and nurtured, felt and cherished.  It’s about shifting thinking from lack to plenty, to soundness and stability both physically and emotionally. 

Just for a minute each day think about all you have and be grateful for it. Then watch what you attain and feel it start to fill you up in ways you never imagined.

Sick and Tired

Coxsackie virus.  What is it.  And how did I get it.  Made the mistake of looking it up online after learning how to spell it correctly, and didn’t really like what I read, so stopped reading. 

But let’s back up to the part that says it is a virus spread among very young children, who I am not, nor do I have.  Which makes me wonder how I picked up this highly contagious strain of enterovirus that put ulcers on the back of my throat making it feel like I am swallowing glass, along with a flaming sinus infection, and low grade fever, that all came on clear out of the blue. 

I think I can trace it back to the Christmas Eve children’s pageant that we attended to see our good friends’ kids acting out the Christmas story.  Oh how glistening their daughter looked as the angel over the manger, and their son, a righteous camel.  Little did I know that I would infect myself with something so disgusting in such a holy place.

I was pleased that we had made it this far through the holiday season without any major illnesses. Somebody coming down with some infection on a holiday is often the case when you have offspring who pay little heed to the hand sanitizer pumps everywhere, including their own house.  I, on the other hand, pump a lot. 

But no.  I got sick this year.  And symptoms aside, it doesn’t even carry a name that is pleasant.  While I’m an optimist I can only imagine that my kids will probably have this passed on to them in time to go back to school.  Isn’t that always the way?  Just when I think I’m in the clear, there will be a reason for them to extend their vacation just a little bit.  One of them has already had the swine flu this year, he was quarantined in his room with the tv, dvd player, his iPod, a case of PowerAde, and the rest of us stayed healthy.  Sadly I can’t lock myself in my room with all the same but wine instead of electrolytes. 

So I carry on, a little feverish, unable to talk or swallow, coughing up things that should not be seen by the human eye.  I was advised to take a break from writing a post when I’m sick, and I quote, “Even God took a day off.”  Good point.  So I’ll stop now, put on my warm flannels, curl up in bed with the tv remote and a cup of steaming tea and call it a day.   Until somebody yells, “Hey mom, I need a ride to the mall.”

OWN It

Warning: the following contains mature subject matter, reader discretion is advised. 

Some would say the world revolves around Oprah.  I won’t deny it, I’m caught in the Oprah craze and why not.  You have to give her credit, she has influenced and changed the world in a lot of ways.  Here are a few examples: 

Her fluctuating weight—those of us who have battled the bulge know exactly what I’m talking about.

Dr. Phil—who doesn’t enjoy hearing his Texas drawl dole out advice on everything that has to do with anything in life. 

Dr. Oz—everything you wanted and didn’t want to know about your body.

President Obama—for crying out loud she elected him.

She has helped me and and even lent a hand in teaching my children about sex.  I actually had my kids sit down with me one afternoon and watch Oprah talk about blow jobs, and then hand out vibrators as the gifts under each audience member’s seat.  You can only imagine how that afternoon went…it was a day my boys will always remember.  At least I got the birds and the bees talk out of the way.  Ok, Oprah did it for me and I chimed in on commercial breaks when necessary. 

Most recently Oprah has become inspired once again and decided to end her historical talk show and move on to something that will be even bigger. (But what could possibly bigger than electing a president and saving the world?)  She is going to start her own (no pun intended) cable television network and is calling it OWN, the Oprah Winfrey Network, a network dedicated to helping us live our best lives. 

Normally I would just acknowledge this and make a mental note to check it out whenever it airs, but this time something caught my eye.  An internet commercial for OWN rolled across my computer screen and I paid attention to it.  I wrote down the words as I saw them.  Why?  Because this time what she said mattered to me, and I leave her words with you to ponder for yourself:    

What’s next for you?

What’s really next for you?

Take the plunge.

Ask the right question.

Search your soul.

Change one little thing.

Change everything.

It’s your life own it.

Where do you start?

You know, Oprah may offer us the answers. But why don’t we come up with a few of our own. Remember it’s your life. Own it.

A Yogi On Retreat

The outside is quiet and still but inside the halls of the institute are bustling with hundreds of barefoot yogis, some in their own world of tranquility, some holding hands and hugging others with loving energy.  Some are smiling, others look determined to get to their destination, a yoga class, a therapeutic treatment, an informative discussion group, a meditation session. Some are just sitting in front of the big glass windows lost in the beautiful view of the mountains and lake…journaling, resting, breathing.  It’s nothing like the outside world. 

While many are in the zen zone, others have decided to take a coffee or tea break, peruse the store that is full of all things related to yoga, healing, Eastern spirituality…books, cds, dvds, clothes, jewelry, cards, art items from around the world, soothing and aromatic bath and body products.  And then there are those on the lookout for their leaders, their teachers, mentors, gurus, and with eager anticipation of what is to come or reflection of what has been, are stretching their bodies, warming up or cooling down.

Nobody seems to wear shoes, or warm clothing, it’s so cold outside but inside is like an oven, the heat is overwhelming.  The yoga clothes are like second skins, the fabric soft and flexible, almost like you have nothing on, the comfort is amazing…and the difference in everyone’s bodies is so visible, but no one seems to notice or care.

The odor is odd and overpowering, the smell of holistic food cooking in the big kitchen, the Ayurvedic body cleanses, sweat, the release of toxins through yoga and treatments is in the air.  It’s a raw, real smell of natural purification. Not offensive, but discernible. 

Inside the great halls the pliable wood floors are covered in colorful yoga mats, props, towels.  The walls are decorated with historical prints, introspective messages, and inspirational thoughts.  There are even skeletons and plastic body parts to teach the physical, scientific elements of yoga and wholeness, intertwining mind and body.

Whether attending a yoga class, listening to a lecture, getting a massage, taking a walk, or simply sipping tea, a day on yoga retreat is about just being real, being present, being yourself, being in tune to your body and your spirit and your soul.  It’s physically and mentally invigorating and powerful, and simultaneously comfortable and exhausting. It’s about connecting with others silently or openly.  It’s about peace, introspection, and rest.  It’s not for everyone, but for those who want to grow their souls, this is one truly effective way to do it.

Life in Lockdown

Re-entry after a long weekend can be a little tricky.  It’s amazing how quickly I can get used to not having to get up early and adhere to an invariably busy schedule.  But the interlude is over and now I must manage a breakneck week of appointments and activities that are enough for an army to execute.  Some weeks are busier than others, and this week’s schedule seems a little daunting.

It’s easy to get caught up in the energy-sucking whirlwind of calendar chaos, which for somebody who likes to be in control of her life instead of vice versa, can create what my friend R refers to as “lifelock.”  He defines lifelock as, “keeping all energy and laser focus on maintaining a firm and unrelenting grip so as not to let the precarious order of things that have been muscled into containment roll into a sea of pandemonium.”  That’s a pretty fancy definition for not going with the flow, even if the flow requires you to be in several places at the same time when you are only one person.

So how do I relinquish the tenseness and tightness that comes from the embodiment of lifelock?  Yoga is my antidote, but I can’t spend my entire day doing yoga.  Although the blissful effects do last for a little while, on weeks like this it takes a lot of conscious effort to get back to my zen spot.  Knowing I had a very over-scheduled week ahead of me, I took some extra yoga time this morning freeing up as much physical and mental constriction as I could before there was no turning back.  While I was connecting with my inner sanctum I realized that there is one simple way that lifelock can be released, by relaxing my face. 

When you relax your face, and I mean really relax it–let your cheeks loosen, unclench your jaw, soften your eyes, unfurrow your brow, erase the scowl from your forehead and lips (we often don’t even know it’s there,) and just softly breathe—you can dive into a moment of peacefulness.  A tight face, or facelock, is an unrelenting cause of mind and body tension. 

In this over-hurried, over-booked, over-stressed world of over-time, it is safe to assume that most people have lifelock and facelock and aren’t even aware of it.  I succumb to this on a regular basis, but don’t realize how much so until I break out my yoga mat and stretch into some ridiculously ambrosial poses that help my worries momentarily disappear.  But today, in the midst of the busyness I remembered to relax my face.  When I did that my whole body let go.  Then I stopped panicking about how I was going to get everything done, how behind schedule I already was, and how I would possibly be able to make it to the weekend. 

There are so many components of life that we don’t have control over.  Learning to just accept that heads us towards the lifelock cure.  But in the meantime when I find myself facelocked in the grip of the frenzy, I will simply relax my face.  And at the end of the day if I need just a little more, turn on some classic holiday jazz and smile.

 

 

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