Hinkle pinkle and the like

I’m sorry I don’t have a picture for you today. I’m too lazy to take one, and I don’t want to scroll through my stock photo sites to find one, either. It’s a good thing you have such an amazing imagination, and can make up your own pictures as you read, isn’t it? I like being here, in my own little blog world, where it feels secure, since it’s wonderfully and wholly mine.

I was thinking today about scrubbing the shower. Well, no, it wasn’t the scrubbing-the-shower part I was thinking of, it was more that I’ve been doing things slowly and deliberately these days, instead of in an all-fire rush. And scrubbing the shower would be one of those tasks that,  in the past, I would have tried to speed through because I hated it and wanted to get to something I loved instead. But when I think of doing anything in a hurry nowadays, I get this quick ball of anxiety in my stomach that doesn’t go away until I remember that I can do things sloooowly. Slow people used to irritate me to death. Slow people in line, slow people counting out their change, slow people blocking the sidewalk with their meandering… I wanted to knock them down and leap over their prone bodies, maybe getting a little kick in for good measure. I’m not so angry anymore. So anyway, it was kind of interesting to experience that release of anxiety when I remembered I didn’t have to scrub the shower in a furious burst of effort. I could take my time, humming as I went. I still haven’t done it, but that’s obviously part of my strategy, fool. (Just kidding. I love you.)

Friends mean so much to me. Of course, they do to us all, but I’ve felt really lucky and blessed to have people to accompany me on every path I walk, it seems. Right now, on my path exploring the female aspects of God, I’ve had amazing women come up alongside me, but also, to my delight, amazing men! It makes me see that eventually, and possibly soon, I’ll be perfectly satisfied with praying to Mother-Father God, without feeling any of the windswept emptiness that the word “father” had come to mean to me in regard to a deity. Healing is good. I’m all for it.

My determination to finish Martin has trickled to nearly null. My heart isn’t in it. My heart is in getting spiritual and emotional healing, almost as if I’ve been in the hospital and am recuperating at home now on the couch. I bought a long cozy sweater, which I wear constantly, and I’ve been sucking down copious amounts of tea. I’ve started exercising and limiting food portions, keeping in mind that I absolutely do NOT want to punish myself in either arena. I want to love myself, so I exercise moderately and eat what I want, just less of it, without going hungry. It’s kind of nice to look in the mirror and recognize my face more each day, a little “Well, THERE you are, Peter,” if you will. I try to play with my cat at least fifteen minutes daily. The books I’m reading are full of soft, implied direction, very spiritual in nature, and these include the palmistry and tarot books I recently found while thrifting. I don’t really believe in either of them, but they still intrigue the socks off me. I’m on a slow trail of Goddesses, but instead of making a comprehensive list of them and doing vast amounts of research, as is my wont, I’m looking them up as they come to me, which seems to be more like opening beautiful gifts one at time than studying for a test. SO much better. I’m even stopping myself from instantly googling subjects as I read about them, and am letting the idea of them seep into my psyche instead. Again, it’s about taking life and its elements slowly, not swallowing them up in one gigantic gulp. I can’t manage to transfer this new-found deliberation to my TV on DVD watching, but you know, maybe some things are better devoured. I don’t know everything (and I never will). Love! xo

Reading: The Dance of the Dissident Daughter by Sue Monk Kidd; Your Inner Child of the Past by W. Hugh Missildine, M.D.; The Solace of Leaving Early by Haven Kimmel.

Watching: Big Love


Filed under Hope, La la la, Stuff to read

6 responses to “Hinkle pinkle and the like

  1. Christine

    This made me feel good~ it was like taking a long, slow, slow, oh-so-slow stretch. There seemed to be chocolate involved, too, but I’m not sure how.

    PS~ I’m growing quite partial to this purple-glare-and-red-lipstick martian portrait of me…mah innah monstah.

    • hee. I’m not sure how there could have been chocolate involved either, because I DON’T HAVE ANY (she wailed disconsolately). If I were making lists these days, I would add chocolate to one of them.

      I’m also fond of those little monsters, especially your perturbed purple one. She’s not going to let a little not-having-chocolate stand in her way, is she?

  2. Rod

    Kelly, life should be an adventure of exploration and learning. I hope I never have all the answers and keep looking for them. I too am in a time of learning I am having doubts about the whole god thing, there is something there but I am not sure what. The whole father and mother thing is not good because I have a hard time relating to those types, at least my own. I am thankful for those older and younger than myself who have come alongside in times of need. Thanks for letting me ramble.

    • I know what you mean about the mother and father types… and in the book I’m reading – the Dissident Daughter one – the author suggests that if people have a hard time with those images, to view God as a sister, brother, or friend, and I’ve done that myself recently. I think the idea is to find an image of God that’s comfortable for us because we NEED to have an image in order to feel that God is personal. Obviously, God isn’t any gender, but for me right now, I really need to let go of those old patriarchal images completely and instead feel deeply loved and connected to a feminine deity, whether she be mother, sister, or friend. It’s been wonderfully healing. Anyway, I feel for you regarding your struggle; it’s especially difficult when you’re walking away from one (very entrenched) viewpoint, but I think you’ll find peace eventually, since you are always trying to explore and learn.

  3. I like how you are practicing mindfulness meditation. Did you know it had a name, that slooowww thingy you are doing? Hee. Thanks for the reminder. When I can remember to slow down and really DO what I am doing, I get so much more out of it and feel so much more peaceful and happy. It reminds me of this Zen fable:

    There once was a zen master who traveled the country, visiting temples, accompanied by a handful of devoted disciples. One day they camped near a river. Looking down river, they noticed another group of monks. One of these monks noticed the zen master and walked the path to one of the disciples. He asked if the wandering master could do any magic. He said his own master could stand on one side of the river writing characters in the air, and if someone was standing on the other side with a piece of paper, the characters would appear on it. The zen master’s disciple replied that his master was also very talented, skilled and capable of doing the most amazing things. For example, if he slept, he slept and if he ate, he ate. Humbled, the visiting monk walked back to his group, determined to learn to master such feats even if it took him ten thousand lifetimes.

    • Wow, I actually got delicious shivers after reading that fable! That’s exactly what I’ve been wanting to practice, and it really IS hard, isn’t it? We’re so programmed for multitasking; it’s absolutely glorified in our culture. We’re bucking the system with our mindfulness meditation, and ha!! no!! I didn’t know there was a name for it! It’s AWESOME that there is, and that I came into it unwittingly. I’m learning, once again, to trust my ebbs and flows, and float down the river peacefully instead of kicking and flailing, because when I do I always seem to get to where I need to be, at just the right time. It’s marvelous. Love you, sis.

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Google photo

You are commenting using your Google account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s