2014
Once I've described the events of Monday, December 8, 2014, concerning my experience with family, friends (photos, charm, card, dinner, flowers, calls, emails, texts), you'll come to see why the day felt idyllic, though not perfect to me. The day felt idyllic, not because of what loved ones did for me … The day felt idyllic, because a positive change within my mindset felt complete☺️
Upon awakening on December 8th, my power of intuition reached for my iPad, and while reviewing the post published, previously, I chopped away at any complexity that leaped out at me. Once the editing process seemed complete, intuition directed my stylus to leap around the keyboard, hitting one letter after another, until my next post wrote itself.
As that's what takes place, pretty much every morning, you might think to ask: So what was idyllic about that?
To my way of thinking, idyllic suggests my mind, body and spirit feel peaceful. During this seventh decade of my life (after prioritizing needs of family and friends over my own, since the age of three), nothing satisfies my sense of inner peace so much as feeling free to do exactly as I please. At this point in my life (and without harboring a hint of self imposed, undeserved guilt), I awaken with the desire to write. Knowing this to be true, I simplify my life by rarely making any appointments before noon.
If you feel curious as to why Monday, December 8, 2014 continued to feel idyllic, though not perfect in every way, let me clue you into how that awareness clarified for me: The general manager of my 'department store' called a meeting, and when every staff member, who contributes to my sense of conscious awareness, was 'present', all of me felt grateful to find myself the recipient of 'the precious present' for these two reasons: Everyone I love feels healthy. And everyone I love, loves me! I mean seriously—what could feel more idyllic to peace of mind than floating through each moment of the day with an attitude as positively simplified as that! I mean, everyone I love may not have felt happy, that day, but ups and downs are to be expected, right? I guess it's safe to say that my idyllic day embraces realististic expectations more peacefully than ever before. Perhaps that mind shift results when a person's brain actually accepts this sad fact: Most of what's wrong with the world is beyond my control. Once that fact has been throughly digested, my knowledge of division of labor frees my mind of worrying over that which I cannot improve in favor of setting my sights wholly on that which is within my reach, and each time my mind wraps around that train of thought, resentment and anxiety lessen, offering my overactive mind much needed downtime to ... Float until energy expended on mustering courage to overcome many fears, over these past two years, feels restored.
I believe my attitude on December 8th felt more positively focused than ever before for this reason: Throughout the day, I expressed not even one 'if only'. This was the first time that I can recall my conscious mind actually accepting life on life's terms without wishing that I could control that which proves beyond my control.
Anyway, while writing, on that particular morning, I consciously chose to deviate from my normal routine by checking caller ID each time the phone rang: On most days, I hope that people, who know me well, will respect my need to write, uninterrupted, which means I'm unavailable to everyone, except Will and my sons, until such time as my think tank feels free to chat or make plans. On December 8th, I expected lots of calls, so intuition directed my think tank to feel free to make an exception, suggesting that speaking to many loved ones trumped my need to write uninterrupted. Each time my department store manager released my think tank to answer a call, my chosen attitude of tranquility calmed all sensation of frustration from interfering with my sense of inner peace.
Once my department store manager sent a memo to my think tank, suggesting that that day's train of thought felt complete, I agreed to push publish and readied my smile to greet the rest of the day. Upon looking to speed up my daily groomimg routine, I decided to treat myself to a professional shampoo and blow out, and once that appointment was made, I whistled myself into and out of the shower, colorized the neutral canvass of my face, and after taking good care of my body by working out with my trainer, I chose to do only those errands that did not feel tedious on my to-do list.
Throughout the day my spirit felt heartfully revitalized as calls, texts, emails and cards from family and friends, near and far, wished me well. Once my chosen errands were complete, I drove home and freely chose to edit at my leisure. As you can see, I luxuriated in satisfying personal needs throughout the day—suggesting that certain perks, concerning freedom of choice, come with age.
That evening, I had little idea of what to expect other than knowing that Ravi was too young to go galavanting around, so we planned to celebrate at home. When our doorbell rang, Will and I felt eager to welcome Marie, Steven, and our precious two week old grandaughter into our smiling embrace. When, Angie and Mark, and my nephew, Stu (Jessie had to work) arrived, the intimate nature of our guest list felt realistically complete.
In the past, I'd have lamented the absence of Barry and David, though I knew work kept them from flying home.
Upon offering me my first gift of the evening, Steven placed Ravi in my arms. Then, he opened a beer and got to work preparing a delicious dinner while Angie poured wine, all around. As for me, I felt feted, as never before. Why as never before? Because in years past, my birthday caused my spirit to stir with discomfort, based in inner conflict, which until recently, remained undefined.
If it's true that nothing, concerning my birthday celebration, described in today's post proved out of the ordinary (with the wondrous exception of Ravi's birth) then I wonder if you've guessed at what may have caused my spirit's conscious sense of inner peace to deepen to the point of choosing words like 'idyllic' and 'tranquil' rather than 'perfect' to describe my state of mind?
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