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Feeding myself and my garden

Feeding myself and my garden

April 30, 2020
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–The gardening. How’s it going?

–Why, thanks for asking, it’s going fine!

After making the Sunday-promise of 30 minutes of daily gardening for the upcoming week, coming home Monday and Tuesday evening after long busy days at the office, I immediately donned my garden garb, taking my basket of seeds and the rough outline of the garden, set the timer to 30 minutes, and got to it.

Sowing seeds.
Watering.
Nipping at a little something here, and a little something there.
Picking a bunch of dandelion flowers to dry for tea.

Loving it.
By the time the timer alerts me I’ve not wanted to stop, but with an empty stomach and other commitments, I’ve put the gear and garb away, eager for the next day. 

Today is Wednesday, and as the afternoon progressed, it started to rain. Windy. Chilly.
Biked home in insufficient clothing, not being prepared for rain, I arrived home wet, cold, and hungry. So I decided on having dinner with some borrowed gardening books for 30 minutes of garden inspiration rather than go outside.

This way of honoring my promise, but not limiting myself to physical labor, makes it feel sustainable. And I am already starting to ponder keeping the promise going after the week. After my 30 minutes of gardening, I feel refreshed, recharged, grounded. 

And you know what?
Feeding myself with inspiration is as important as feeding the garden itself with new soil, fertilizer, seeds and plants. 


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Body Expansion Dance

April 29, 2020
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Body. Expansion. Dance.
Three words that in and of themselves hold a lot of power, allure, magic.

Put together, those three words build upon each other and the result is three-quarters of an hour of me, step by step connecting to my body, feet, knees, legs, hips, shoulders, arms, hands and fingers, spine. Letting each part of me get its moment in the spotlight, being awakened, observed, held, caressed, moved.

Big movements, small movements, there’s no right or wrong.
Eyes open, eyes closed, same thing.
Listening within, following the movements of my body as it warms up, lightens up, heats up. 

All along, Carin Dackman, creator of Body Expansion Dance, is a wonderfully grounded chaperone throughout the experience, guiding me through it all in a clear and wholehearted way, letting me step into me and my body, without hesitation.

After a long day at the office, sitting behind my computer; just what I needed!

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Pay as much as you want?

April 28, 2020
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It’s funny how the (or at least my) brain works. An event or two flashed before my eyes last night, scrolling my social media feed, and they used the Pay as much as you want-, Donation based-, or phrased differently Pay as much as you think it’s worth-strategy.

Upon waking, my brain told me there are two, or possibly three, rationals for using this strategy:

  1. It’s a truly generous move, one where the organizer wants everyone to be able to come, to experience, to participate, regardless of their financial means.
  2. It’s a chicken move, evoked as a way to skirt one’s own responsibility. Not wanting to, being able to, feeling comfortable with (or whatever reason there might be subconsciously) actually putting a price on one’s services. Not knowing what it might be worth to others it is so easy to simply let the others decide. But what does that tell you about your own belief in your product/service? How much do you value you?
  3. A combination of the two where there is a genuine desire to be open for all, and yet getting away with it… One way to avoid this is to do Donation based with an added indication of what is going rate.

What do you see with these strategies, that I don’t?

Anyway.
That’s how my brain works.
How does your work?


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30 minutes of daily gardening

April 27, 2020
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In a Zoom call yesterday with a group from The Creative’s Workshop, each of us set an outside-of-work-more-relaxing-taking-a-break-from-stuff daily goal for the upcoming week, and mine was 30 minutes of daily gardening. Realizing now, as I sit here in the morning getting ready to leave for work, that I will have a hard time to squeeze that in today, if I am also to do dailies and blog, besides getting home from work around 5:30 pm and then – hopefully! – having outside choir practice 6:30 to 8 and then guitar lesson 8:30-9:30. Somewhere in there, I have to get some dinner in me as well!

And yet… this is what lures me into these types of challenges, to actually see what I can make possible which, normally, is way more than I (or those around me) sort of think is possible. And very appropriately today’s meditation from the Chopra Center that I am taking at the moment, centered on pure potentiality:

Through the law of pure potentiality I can create anything anytime anywhere.

So there! An added 30 minutes of gardening should be a breeze then, right? And will definitely make for quite a shift in my garden over the next week, that’s for sure! And having taken 15 minutes to get my dailies and blogging done for the day, hey, my 30 minutes of gardening is much more likely to take place. 

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Something other

April 26, 2020
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In twenty minutes, we had it together.
The outline of it at least.

What?, you ask, slightly confused.

Well.
A webinar that me and a few of my friends are putting together in a few weeks time. An event normally run live in May that we are turning digital, for obvious reasons. We started off thinking we’d simply run last year’s presentation slightly tweaked… but when we looked at it, we realized that Nah, that won’t do.

Doing things online instead of in the flesh, requires something else, something other.

So I asked for pen and paper, we gathered around the kitchen counter, and in twenty minutes, we had a plan of who’s doing what when, and how to turn this event into something other, just like we wanted to. 

Now, I don’t know about you, but surrounding myself with people like these, enriches my life beyond belief. This is a group of skilled, professional, warm, generous, smart and fun people, and I love having them in my circle of influence. Who’s in yours?

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Questions on tankespjärn?

April 25, 2020
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Do you have any questions on tankespjärn for me?
What it is? What it means? How I do it? Why I do it?
Anything else you would want to know? 

I’d love to hear them, your questions, as I am doing a live in my tankespjärn-community and I don’t know if I will be doing it with any of my community-members, or alone. I just picked a time that was open in my calendar, and I haven’t got a clue if anyone else will be able to join me, let alone if they want to. 

But hey.
They joined my community, so I presume they would want to join if they could!

So I figured, I can make this into a worthwhile exercise regardless because there’s so much on the topic of tankespjärn that I have yet to communicate, that just knowing I will be devoting myself to it for an hour this upcoming week, makes me happy! I greatly look forward to it. But any question you would like to gift me with would be of immense help for me! 

But hey (again)!
Perhaps you would want to join me and the others in the community?
If so, check out my Patreon-site, join my community, and you are good to go. Hope to see you there!


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Be a purpose finder.

April 24, 2020
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Don’t be a purpose seeker, be a purpose FINDER. This morning @helenaroth opened up our minds to the possibilities in being kinder to yourself, playful in your approach and curious in your intentions. In doing so, your purpose will have a much easier time finding YOU.

That’s what they wrote a few hours after the fact, the lovely crew volunteering for Creative Mornings MALPurpose was the theme of this morning’s workshop. I was asked last week if I wanted to host it, their first ever Creative Mornings MAL (as in Malmö) meetup over Zoom, and of course, the Swedish heritage of Pippi Longstockings made me say Sure, I’d love to!

And I did. Love it that is.
And it went really well!
And I’ve learned so much these past years, not in the lest in the past two months on The Creative’s Workshop on how to run quite engaging and interesting and interactive workshops/meetings on and off Zoom, that it felt great to get to practice it first hand.

The theme, purpose, is an old friend of mine. I’ve written about it numerous times, clothing it in varying costumes, but at its core… same thing. Now, I didn’t prepare full-on, I admit. I talked the theme and my idea of setup over with my contacts at CM MAL, and jotted down notes for myself simultaneously. Checked out a few of those old blog posts of mine, and flicked through The Book of Awakenings for some added inspiration, and then, early this morning when I woke up, I had a general outline on my mind. So I grabbed pen and paper to give myself a few possible stepping stones.

I used a few of those stepping stones. Some were left unused on the paper. And a few new ones popped up in the moment. And that is what I do best. That was made very clear last year when I did my Pecha Kucha; I do better when I riff. It requires the setting to be one where riffing is possible, of course, but that is also what attracts me. It’s a frame that suits me. And having figured that out, is quite helpful as well.

And yeah. I do have a purpose in life. My why is to make a positive imprint, and the how that goes with it, is me being an agent of change. But most importantly, I didn’t invent it. And I didn’t search for it, but rather, it found me.

What about you? Have you found your purpose in life? Or has it found you?


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More silence in life?

April 23, 2020
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The silence.
Again, the silence!

Of all the feedback I and my two fellow Buddhas have gotten from people listening to one or more episodes of our recently launched podcast Buddhas by the Roadside, the one thing that keeps coming up over and over again is the silence.

10 seconds.
20 seconds.
30 seconds.

I don’t know how long there have been silent parts in these episodes, as I haven’t timed them, but they are there, they are quite frequent, and they are definitely part of the way we are, together, the three of us, me, Caspian and Dominic. Well… in 3D the silences can last for way longer than half a minute, but that’s beside the point. The point is… sometimes, it is just so lovely to be able to have a bit of emptiness, to let me, my thoughts, my emotions, make their way, leisurely, to the Point of Now. Not necessarily catch up, that’s a phrase that doesn’t ring true for me, here, but rather just… at my own pace, making my way to a meeting point, an energetic center, where connections can be made, where all of it, all of me, my thoughts, my emotions, can go off again, side by side or in different directions… only to reconvene later on at a new meeting point.

For me, this is a skill I’ve rediscovered, or perhaps relearned, as I used to be working on my retort while the other was speaking, which had me not be present in the conversation. I very rarely do this, anymore. I’ve learned to listen. And then, to see what pops up. If anything, because now and again, there’s just space, vast space, of the most glorious silence. Within.

And these silences are not edited out from Buddhas by the Roadside. There are allowed their own space. And I wonder at the way these silences of ours are picked up. Might it be, that there is a longing for more silences in the lives of our listeners? That these silences stick out for the listeners could perhaps be a sign of a longing, a need, a wish for more silences in life?


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A big bump on the leg

April 22, 2020
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Have spent the past 5 hours with my youngest (all is relative, he’s 15,5 yrs old) waiting to get his shin bone checked out at the hospital, after receiving a massive kick while playing soccer. With approximately 12-15, or, if I really stretch it, perhaps even 20 minutes of those hours spent actually meeting medical staff. The rest; waiting.

Fascinating setup, I must say.
With the added spice of the extra steps implemented to protect both staff, patients and next-of-kin from possible Covid-19 infection. 

And (number I).
I am grateful. Truly.
All is well, the bone looked fine on the x-rays, and we are lucky to live in a place where a big bump on the leg gets this much attention.

And (number II).
I am also tired.
I brought a book along with me but had absolutely no wherewithal to read. It’s energy-draining to wait in this type of the unknown, even though I sing its praise (the unknown, that is) most of the time.

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Yesterday I went on a strike.

April 21, 2020
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Yesterday I went on a strike.

I. Did. Not. Blog.

I just didn’t feel like it. I had nothing on my mind worth saying, and no inkling of what I might come up with, and… most importantly, no desire to.
So I let myself off the hook and simply did not blog.

It’s not much of a strike really, but given the ease with which I stick to habits, deliberately not sticking to them once in a while is more of a stretch for me than sticking to them. So, in a sense, by not blogging I was putting myself on the spot, not letting myself off the hook as much as getting me on it, because it takes more for me to break a habit than stick to it.

And I need that.
Once in awhile, I need – want! Thrive on! – to stir the pot, to surprise me by not going on routine and habit, but deliberately, consciously, with engaged awareness, question my habitual choices. Like daily 1) blogging 2) morning seven-minute exercise 3) deep-breathing-practice 4) 10+ kilometers in my body, and a number of other things I do daily or weekly.

Do my habitual practices a l w a y s serve me?

Are there moments when I am best served by not doing them?

What happens to me when I do them without really wanting to? W
ithout being present to what I am doing?
Do they still serve me then?

Is there a threshold when habits go from serving to not-serving, perhaps even becoming harmful?
And what does it take for me to pick up on that?

Who do I need to be, in order to give me the nourishment I need, when what I need shifts?

So many questions.
And luckily, no need to actually answer them as such, but rather, just to let them be. Throw them out there, and see, if anything comes back to me. An answer? Another way to look at things? A new question, deepening my reflection?


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