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The middle road.

This is inspired post number 3 of the clump I referenced previously. It sort of went with the one about the clinic helping people relax into the middle road of common ground.

I knew it needed it’s own post when I had the thought: that’s me, I’m a little of everything, I love happy-mediums and finding the things that work for most people. I love finding the most for the most, in whatever I’m doing, because it brings people together. When I’m not trying to do that for others, I like a little of everything for myself, that’s when I’m happiest.

There’s a poem or quote I remember, and would have to search to find it. It went something like: the middle path is the one not trodden, covered in overgrowth from disuse, but unlike the easy well-worn paths, the middle road has a sense of adventure and will teach you a plethora which the well worn paths would not. … Perhaps I’ll look for it and post at the end of this before publishing the post.

So, what is “A little bit of Everything”?

The good
The bad
The in-between
Art
Music
Playtime
And learning
Adventure
Unique
Unfolding
Excitement
Something new
Different
Magical and Enchanting

It’s a way to make your own way. Do what draws your attention and make the best of all of it.

So, in my focusing I went down memory lane of all of it and discovered that even the bad could be beautiful if you focus on lessons learned.

Moments of all:

*Sigh* (happy sigh)

The simplicity of sitting in a chair in the sun, watching the birds flutter and squirrels chase each other through grass and up trees. The peace radiates warmly, first on my skin from sun’s rays, but slowly it seeps deeper and deeper until all of me is relaxed and content. It’s even better with a cool glass of iced suntea to sip on, and beautiful flowers to gaze upon.

The excitement, fun, and relaxation of sitting on the grass, listening to a live concert in a safe community. Loud and delicious as it reverberates in my being. Good music will eventually make me want to move, my muscles respond to the vibration of the beat and simply want to join in the joyous sounds. Best enjoyed with friends and family, so I don’t feel like a complete idiot dancing while everyone sits like bumps on logs. When I really let myself feel the vibrations fully, they get my whole body excited. I make no pretence of being a good dancer, I’ve never learned real moves, but boy do I know how to follow rhythm. I may look like a flailing idiot, but every movement matches the music somehow, my body ensures that. Delicious, joyous music and dance.

The exciting hustle of bumping elbows with people at a bustling farmer’s market with all kinds of fresh healthy good vegetables and fruit, the best experience for obtaining nutrition for your self and your loved ones. Sights and sounds not experienced everyday. New tastes, sometimes smells (not always so good), people to meet, things to learn. An appreciation for how much effort went into growing produce that will soon become a tasty meal. A happiness for supporting local businesses. The joy of diversity of all kinds; people, plants and animals, a colorful array in an otherwise sterile inner city grey environment. People so close together, that disease could spread like wildfire, but rarely actually does. People so close together that fights could break out, but nearly never do. People coming together, en masse, to make lives better through good nutrition and good business. The togetherness is life affirming and healing.

Appointments with clients; neck & shoulders again huh? Oh wait, this time it’s your low back. The same faces, same problems, but each appointment a unique opportunity to help another human being feel better. My fingers so love the dance. The texture of skin, soft and silky definitely preferred, but even old and wrinkled tells a tale of life lived. My fingers so used to the process they immediately find the problem children (I mean knots). Like heat seeking missiles, they search and destroy all evidence of pain inducing tension. When someone or their knots are extra stubborn, it becomes an extra challenge. What trick will do it this time? The best is when all else fails and I relax into obliterating it with energy and love. There is simply no better sensation than lightly touching a hard muscle knot, impervious to previous pummeling, and feeling the energy move and the muscle begin to melt. Always, my intention is that clients leave feeling better than when they came in. And nearly always I accomplish my intention. The only drawback is my hands and arms do take the brunt of the work, many hours of self-care and receiving massage is necessary to keep them functional. Yet, even when I find myself in outright pain, I still feel my work is worth every moment. It enables me to do good, for my clients, for the clinic, for my community, for this world, and for the divine. How could it not be worth it?

Even the bad parts of life, the abuses suffered by others actions, the chronic depression and disease I’ve lived with, the hard journey to attempt to heal myself. Every bit, every ounce, has made me a better person. I see the ripple effect in nearly everything in my experience. I push myself constantly, doing my level best to leave the best ripple in this world that I possibly can. I strive to be better to others, than past others were to me. I’m not perfect, I’m human. I don’t always accomplish my goals, sometimes I outright fail horribly, I have hurt people and regretted it, I have disappointed people that I didn’t want to. But every moment of weakness, every outburst of temper, every hurtful word, has pushed me to do better and do my best to make amends. My goal is to be better than the examples I lived through. My hope is to give God something special to appreciate. My desire to make the world a better place in as many ways as possible, would not have been possible if it hadn’t been for the hurts I lived through and watched others lives through. Pain is never futile if it becomes fuel to light fires to find solutions. I honor and accept my journey as being helpful to this world, possibly in ways I may never know while alive. I may not dance the ‘happy dance’ over them, but I do see their benefit, both in my life, and for life in general. The magic lies in finding and seeing the good buried under the crust of darkness. Every time I have that moment it feels so freeing to my soul.

May you find your middle road, the path least traveled but which brings you exciting adventures towards happiness. May you see the good in all things. May you know you are a better person for all that you have experienced. May you find your healing in your journey. May your journey be easy mostly, but challenging or interesting enough to stay an exciting adventure. May you generally have fun and find the good in life. May you know that God loves and supports you in all that you do, regardless of the path you take.

Om Shanti

The following is the poem I was remembering, but this is also a good one.

“The Road Not Taken” ~ Robert Frost
Courtesy of Wikipedia

Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth;

Then took the other, just as fair,
And having perhaps the better claim,
Because it was grassy and wanted wear;
Though as for that the passing there
Had worn them really about the same,

And both that morning equally lay
In leaves, no step had trodden black.
Oh, I kept the first for another day!
Yet knowing how way leads on to way,
I doubted if I should ever come back.

I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I—
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.

Thumpering

I feel the song, and I’m not struggling as badly as I was, but TG day was a valiant effort to stay afloat, but which ultimately didn’t quite make it. I am now certain something or someone is energetically trying to kill me. I did all my things, in triplicate or more, and it got me through until about 7pm and I finally lost the battle with the negativity and had a meltdown leading to early bedtime. Despite having behaved stellarly compared to my youth, I am still riding out what I can only compare to as being a hangover. My liver and pancreas are both pissed, so I’m on 19 hours of true fasting (simple liquids only), and don’t plan to resume my normal routine until my abdomen stops hurting.

Also, I may quit writing, or at least quit writing on here. Nathan has asked me to not shut it off so he can post. So I will leave you with an Irish Thumper moment (if you can’t say nuttin’ nice don’t say nuttin’at all). I’ll start with the Irish blessing of my childhood, maybe add a few lines of my own.

May the road rise up to meet you.

May the wind always be at your back.

May the sun shine warm upon your face.

May the rain fall softly on the fields.

May your troubles be less and your blessings be more.

May nothing but happiness come through your door.

May love and laughter light your days and warm your heart and home.

May good and faithful friends be yours wherever you roam.

May peace and plenty bless your world.

May you have joy that long endures.

May you have all the love you desire.

May you feel a strongly peaceful connection to the divine.

May you have an abundance of all you desire, especially time, money, and loved ones.

May you keep your light shining bright and banish the darkness.

May you know “tis better to have loved and lost than never loved at all”.

May you never feel the need to duck and run.

May you know things work out for you eventually.

May your memories keep you warm and never collect dust on the shelf in your heart.

May you always find the silver lining of all your life experiences.

And until we meet again may the divine hold you in the palm of it’s hands.

Sprouting.

2 nights ago we had a slight freeze. I had already started planting, so we covered all the gardens, even where they were mostly dirt. I didn’t want to take any chances. Luckily we were on top of that enough that only one plant was affected- 1 of 2 basil plants was frost bit enough it may not survive.

Otherwise everything survived and when we uncovered I was pleasantly surprised by more sprouts showing.

The pesky squirrels have eaten some of my bulbs, so I bought a just few more to start inside so I can fill in gaps as needed.

So far this is how things are coming along:

Existing plants coming back:


I’m so excited for all these beautiful plants I get to enjoy from previous owners and my therapist, but that’s not all!

The plants I started from seed and bulbs are sprouting! The darned squirrels got a few, but there’s still a lot coming up. Flowers and vegetables are all sprouting. I’m super excited. It may not look like much, just a lot of dirt, but if you look close you can see all the different sprouts. The baby plants, there’s lettuces, cabbage, onions, strawberry, and herbs (minus one frost-bit basil). I’m so excited to see things take off. I will have lots of pretty flowers and plants and almost as many edibles.

May you have exciting enjoyable sights. May your gardens and life sprout with all the good things. May beautiful things bless your experience. May you get to reap some benefits of those that came before you. May you have beautiful things that you didn’t have to work so hard for. May you get to enjoy nature and your life. May your days be blessed and fill of all kinds of beauty.

Siva Hir Su