Friday, March 25, 2011

Forty Fifth Post - ER

ER or Emotional Rest. Clinically  it can be measured, albeit subjectively, by a sense of well being or congruence; heart, soul, body and mind all in balance.

To be truthful, this is my greatest area of struggle. Perhaps the term moody rings a bell? Apparently that was/is me? In my lofty moments I congratulate myself on having moved beyond mere mortal moodiness. I am authentic, I am true to myself and my feelings…I am what you see. Hmm, then why am I still so weary?

Emotional rest equals peace.

"Thou wilt keep him (her) in perfect peace, whose mind is stayed on thee" Isaiah 26:3. The challenge is keeping my mind stayed on Him. Not just in the crisis, but also in the after math of the crisis.

Saturday, March 19, 2011

Forty Fourth Post - Intentions

My intentions were good. Insightful, deep, meaningful, life changing blogs were going to be posted. There were plans to finish  start my income taxes, clean out the files in my office, dust, vacuum, try out new springtime recipes, take out my spring clothes/pack up winter clothes.... the list was long.

Intentions never materialized beyond the contemplative stage. I did manage to get to work every day. That was about it. No taxes, no cleaning and certainly no experimenting with new spring-like recipes; in fact no cooking at all unless Chinese takeout counts.

Saturday, March 12, 2011

Forty Third Post - Revelation

One should never be too old to learn; especially something about oneself!



                            or is that AHA!

Today I discovered; make that was told - and not ever so gently, that I talk to myself. No big revelation,  who doesn't. The revelation was that............
I talk to myself in public!

Friday, March 11, 2011

Forty Second Post - Craving

Today's post is part of  JamWithMeThursdays over at Faith Barista.

Pick one: Share your craving and journey for rest in creativity, community or adventure (Instructions from Bonnie)

You've pushed my button, yanked my chain, rang my bell.
CREATIVITY, connected with rest, now you're talking!

As an introvert, I often crave solitude in order to recharge. In my alone place - my God room,  creative juices start pumping. In my younger years I would piece together ideas for musical productions, lesson plans, song lists. I would dream about my book; the one that still isn't written, not even started.  These days my creative cravings press into the life score I am composing with my reverend particularly as we approach potential  career changes. 

Rest births creativity,
        Creativity miraculously morphs to joy, 
                 Joy brings its partners laughter and delight,
                          Delight  restores energy!

As I leave my place of rest; the work begins…..the nuts and bolts of breathing life into the seed of creativity

Thursday, March 3, 2011

Fourtieth Post - Rest

Today's post is part of  JamWithMeThursdays over at Faith Barista. My first. This week's topic is rest. The only instruction was to keep it real….so real I shall be! (along with a good dose of random)

I find rest when I am in my 'God Room'. My 'God Room' is the place where I can 'be': no doing necessary. Sadly I don't get there often enough. You'd think I'd find rest in God's house, aka Church, but the House is way too busy. In the Room – there is peace, there is rest. 
One hopes that with age comes wisdom. My wisdom has convinced me that rest is essential for my well-being. Sabbath-rest; God's rest. God knew from the outset what we required. It is essential. Rest begets restoration.

He restores my soul.
In my 'God Room', my soul is restored, recharged, rebalanced.

Writing about rest is difficult, because almost everything I want to say is about doing, about working at it, about achieving it….do, do, do. Rather than be, be, be!

Tuesday, March 1, 2011

Thirty Ninth Post - Banner

Many years ago - feels like a lifetime ago -  in the middle of a deep and prolonged depression I was desperately flipping through my Bible and stumbled across Psalm 20:5.

"We will shout for joy when you are victorious and
 will lift up our banners in the name of our God.
 May the LORD grant all your requests" 

I highlighted the verse and 'hid it in my heart'. I shared the verse with no one, but held it close; my personal promise from God. Months later, still in the grips of depression, a friend gave me a card with - you guessed didn't you? the same verse. Confirmation! With as much might as I could muster, I clung to the verse as a promise of victory ahead.

One of the more difficult pieces of my depression was the  hopelessness. Did anyone get better? Did the cloud ever lift? Would I ever be useful again? Would I ever see in colour rather than the dismissal, dull gray?  

It was a long way up and worth the climb!

The severity of the depression was intense for several months, however full recovery was years of work!