I’ve been saying this little phrase to myself lately. The world’s insanity keeps ramping up … seemingly by the minute. I often feel as though I’m spinning – & I sense that others around me feel much the same way.
So much to do. So many tasks, so much work, phone calls, administrative nonsense, social gigs, books to read. Craziness.
& TIRED. Sometimes I feel almost scarily exhausted.
I’ve revealed in previous posts that I no longer have much faith in the concept of “the long-term.” My clever original Janet McNeill phrase? “I believe in the non-existent future.” Heh heh. Between climate change & nuclear threats (Fukushima is an ongoing global nuclear catastrophe of truly frightening proportions; perhaps you’ve heard??) – & not to mention “routine” chemical assaults to air & water & our bodies by a 100 or more different toxic agents – & always the possibility of a catastrophic storm crash explosion fire disaster of one sort or another, we have to wrest a little bit of sanity from the jaws of insanity… don’t you think?
So, I walk every day (I feel much saner & calmer out in Nature, especially by a body of water; I think most of us do) & read novels & see friends & go to bed early when I feel as though a virus is nipping at my heels, & sing & just generally try to enjoy myself in the midst of all of the world’s utter craziness.
(I also read too many emails & nuclear disaster-related messages, & sometimes despair, & want to scream & yell a little. Or even a lot… )
but what I try to do more & more & more, is stay in the moment, listen to my body, heed my instincts & intuitions, & give myself little pats on the back for the good stuff I do, & say, as often as possible, “Good call, McNeill!” (or maybe, Well done, McNeill!)
Life is short, & very unpredictable, very uncertain. We all need (I think) to hear words of affirmation & encouragement … don’t you agree? (For sure, they can't hurt, right??)
p.s. I’m also still doing my fair share of anti-nuclear work, btw. (Good call, McNeill! )
p.p.s. I think a lot of us are pretty hard on ourselves. Perhaps today’s young people are being raised with an over-abundance of kind words & even excessive un-earned (maybe even largely, dare I say it? phoney) praise – but us old fogies didn’t get that stuff. Most of us didn’t, anyway. I think we need to lighten up on ourselves. Stop beating ourselves up all the time. (I’m not a fan of selfishness & self-absorption; don’t even ask me what I think about some of the drivel I see on Facebook, & “selfies?” Oh help !?) – but I think many of us could stand to be a wee bit kinder to ourselves.
p.p.p.s. had a lovely woodsy walk with a friend the other day. She told me she remembers her aunt saying to her, on her deathbed, that one thing she wished was that she had spent more time in Nature. Outside time is healing for all of us. Taking a daily walk is the most sanity-inducing thing I do for myself. The crazier things get, the more I insist on it. Essential for both body & soul, I always say…
p.s. # 4: Walking is wildly good for our health; don't trust me on this, check this out!!
‘Quote of the day’ with this post: “Example is not the main thing in influencing others, it’s the only thing.” – Albert Schweitzer
A man travelling across a field encountered a tiger. He fled, the tiger after him. Coming to a precipice, he caught hold of the root of a wild vine and swung himself over the edge.
The tiger sniffed at him from above. Trembling, the man looked down to where, far below, another tiger was waiting to eat him. Only the vine sustained him.
Two mice, one white and one black, little by little started to gnaw away the vine. The man then saw a luscious strawberry near him. Grasping the vine with one hand, he plucked the strawberry with the other.
How sweet it tasted.
** Gotta enjoy those strawberries, eh??
Brenda Ueland on creativity: “Why should we all use our creative power? … Because there is nothing that makes people so generous, joyful, lively, bold and compassionate, so indifferent to fighting and the accumulation of objects and money.” – Brenda Ueland (American writer, 1891-1985)