Sunday, September 20, 2015

#weeklyreflections

 
This past week, definitely felt like I was about to burst. Everything felt like it requires the efforts of my entire life to complete. But here I am, still breathing still living still doing. 

Relevant.
I started a larger sized dream catcher. 
I usually can get them done quickly and well without much force.
This go around, I was forcing it.
I got all the way to the center ring and pull too tight allowing too much tension, and POP!! About 3 freaking beads literally stapped in half and shot across the room, leaving huge holes in my work. 
The how was "tension".
So I went and undid the entire dream catcher and attempted to change the how. Still in progress.

Sunday, September 6, 2015

#weeklyreflections


So…has anyone else felt like their throat, nose, and sinus have transformed their membranes into rugged sand paper? This week I've had to work around some allergy and sinus issues that have made things way less fun. 

Of course, it has sort of been on and off. Little allergy outbursts where my eyes, throat, and nose feel so dry and itchy and MAD. Thankfully, there have also been some clearer moments sprinkled in. 

In the middle of an "allergy fit" so to speak, I noticed how much tension I let into my body.
I would scrunch my nose, forcing air in and out to "clear the mucus".
I would shrug my shoulders up as I rubbed my itchy nose and aggressively attempted to hock loogees (a professional term) to "get the bug out". 

In those "tense" moments I felt like this:

"WHY MEEEEEEEEE?!?! I JUST WANT A REGULAR FACE THAT DOESN'T ITCH AND FEELT DRY!!!! WAAAAAAA…."


I definitely feel, in my own experiences of suffering, that my brain instantly wants to convince me I am totally alone in the situation. That I'm alone, and no one else in the world has experienced this same suffering and that it will never go away.

What a silly mind.

We are never alone in suffering. In fact, it is the suffering that creates our most potent abilities to connect with one another. It's called compassion.

Com= with/together
Passion= to suffer

It is the greatest kind of love. To come down and suffer with someone, or to accept someone willing to suffer through with you. It turns out, tons of people are experiencing the same feelings with their sinuses and such. Perhaps some seasonal shift effect. I was never truly alone, just fussing too loudly to realize the presence of company.