Saturday, April 30, 2011

Self Healing..if you can do!

I've been over-riding that body wisdom again for awhile. Body says, take a break from the coffee. Brain says, COFFEEEEEE. Body says, run some miles so I can SWEAT. Brain says, stay right here curled up on the couch, there's homework to do. And 'round and 'round they go. So,
I'm writing about it as an act of intention, and putting it out there. I'm going to follow the body wisdom for awhile, put the over-ride function "to pasture" as my Grandfather would say, and get right inside. One of my friend has blazed the trail this week, inspiring me to do the same.I have a book on Ayurveda that I was reading last night to help my momentum of heeding the body's call. For a chuckle and a little inspiration, check yourself:

Suggestions for a creative, healthy life

Routine

Ayurveda - Awaken before sunrise
Me - when will i sleep then :-(

Ayurveda - Evacuate bowels and bladder after awakening
Me - Everyone do that so m i..i don't lay golden eggs out of it

Ayurveda - Bathe every day to create a sense of bodily freshness
Me - what do you think, i don't bathe at all ??

Ayurveda - Twelve pranayamas in the morning or evening create freshness of mind and body
Me - :-|

Ayurveda - Do not take breakfast after 8:00am
Me - then what shall i take after 8:00am ?

Ayurveda - Wash hands before and after eating
Me - Oh ! i never wash hands after eating, i nurture my hair with them

Ayurveda - Brush teeth after meals
Me - what is case of 15 small meals a day ?

Ayurveda - Fifteen minutes after meals take a short walk
Me - burrrrrp !

Ayurveda - Eat in silence with awareness of food.
Me - :-X

Ayurveda - Eat slowly.
Me - Ok! i will keep a stop watch next time.

Ayurveda - Each day massage the gums with the finger and sesame oil
Me - Chewing Gum will work ?

Ayurveda - Fast one day a week to help reduce toxins in the body
Me - I don't believe in starvation.

Ayurveda - Sleep before 10:00pm
Me - he he he he ! what a joke !

from Ayurveda: The Science of Self-Healing by Dr. Vasant Lad

Friday, April 29, 2011

I'm afraid ....of myself !!



What are you afraid of?

Getting shot. Never getting rid of my insecurities. Never becoming successful. Never becoming rich.

What are you afraid of?

Letting people know what i'm afraid of. Really letting them get into my head. My soul. Knowing me.

What are you afraid of?

Always being afraid. Never becoming un-crippled.

What are you afraid of?

Remaining positive to the point of delusion. Becoming negative to the point of not being able to recognize what's positive anymore.

What are you afraid of?

Floating. Constantly floating with no anchor. Fleeting moments of happiness punctuating a wall of perpetual sadness.

What are you afraid of?

......yourself ??

Thursday, April 28, 2011

You cannot find the end, no matter how you try..

It's an unfinished life that I find lies before me
An open-ended dream and I don't want to wake
I've crossed so many rivers in search of crystal fountains
I've found the truest paths always lead through mountains
I've seen water on the sky, and fire burning on the lake.

You said to me, "I cannot make you happy.
Like a wounded bird, you must find the strength to fly.
Time can paint the treetops with colors of the rainbow
But you cannot find the end, no matter how you try."

It's a journey with my soul that I am taking.
One that only goes from the cradle to the grave.
Going 'round in circles like painted dancing horses
Up and down we ride on the wooden courses.
And light from a lover's eyes is all that I can save.

You said to me, "I cannot make you happy.
Like a wounded bird, you must find the strength to fly.
Time can paint the treetops with colors of the rainbow
But you cannot find the end, no matter how you try."

So I’ll take the day and run out across the open fields
Where the grass grows high and the shadows fall
Where my eyes can see all the colors in the air
So quiet that the wind whistles in my hair
And takes the rising dust and carries it away.

You said to me, "I cannot make you happy.
Like a wounded bird, you must find the strength to fly.
Time can paint the treetops with colors of the rainbow
But you cannot find the end, no matter how you try.

Tuesday, April 26, 2011

Thoughts To Share..

I can't believe that almost a month has slipped by without doing much productive. Goes to prove how much free time I schedule. Or how much brain activity is left at the end of the day.

I've been doing a lot of thinking lately. I took a critical thinking math class in college and one of our first assignments was to write a paper on "thinking." It was a broad topic and didn't really have an outline. We just went at it. Whatever we wanted to write and research about thinking found its way into that assignment. I'm a thinker. Not always in a positive way, and it leads me to over analyze situations (which I then further analyze) at times. And one time when we were little my best friend got upset with me and told me that I think too much. I still haven't forgotten that one. Still wonder if I think too much.

I have waaaay to many thoughts to sit down and share, so here's a little glimpse of what's been consuming my thought life of recent:



About...

...pretentious people.
...quiet times in the morning.
...harboring bitterness in my heart.
...self-control.
...aai.
...putting off sin and putting on righteousness.
...thankfulness for the good people in my life.
...what it truly means to be a good human being.
...Africa.
...this temporal life.
...finances and money.
...health.
...time management.
...priorities.
...speaking only half-truths.
...balance in professional and casual business relationships.
...bugs (yes, insects. They're so cool).
...banglore.
...my room partner's wedding.
...personal acts of worship.
...submitting to God's will, practically.
...submitting to authority, even when I don't agree.
...undermining, subliminal effects of our government.
...giving up coffee, even though I only drink decaf.
...whether or not to give up running after the next race.
...how thankful I am to not be a kindergarten teacher.
...contentment.
...sonu ( my pet dog who is resting in peace now )
...how to make life more simple.
...ustad sujaat khan sahab and his dedication for sitar.
...what really matters.
...how fearfully and wonderfully we have been created.
...all the craft ideas that are in my brain.
...what to name my design label.
...certain friends from my past.
...why I care so much about aesthetics and the way things look.
...why I am intimidated by a certain administrator.
...making friendships significant and intentional.
...heaven.
...how to get away from the noise in pune to have a decent quiet time.
...using resources wisely.
...learning to speak Spanish more effectively.
...Turkey.
...what I really desire.
...what God is calling me to right here and right now.
...how incredible my parents are.
...how incredible are other parents too..
...all the knowledge around me and how to best take advantage of it.
...Hebrews.
...waking up early tomorrow for the sake of class.
...how abnormality creates more room to direct others toward supreme power.

...among a host of other things.

Sunday, April 24, 2011

Come Back Please..



Melly come back.
I want you back.
Why did you have to go.
It's just not the same without you.
Nothing is fine, I am left all alone.
It makes me sad every time i think about you.
Stella is always crying.
She's always yelling too.
She makes me cry too a lot but not as much as you.
I'm always thinking about you.
Your always making me teary-eyed.
I miss you melly why did you have to go.
I miss you a lot but you obviously don't know.
Otherwise you wouldn't have had to go.
God makes me mad because he took you away.
It's hard not to cry when i miss you but i do it anyway.
Every time I'm all alone and i have time to think.
I think about you and i cry and cry and cry.
Some people think "oh you should be over this"
But then i think to myself you don't know how it feels to be in this pain
or to how hard it is to make it go away.
People around me try to help me but they don't help at all.
My head hurts all the time, especially when I'm about to cry.
Its hard to type down these words as tears blur up my eyes.
When i try to speak about you i choke and then i start to cry
I miss you melly why did you have to go.

Please please please come back..I am all alone here, without you.
Or just take me with you !