Well! Here I am, halfway through the second week of January 2017. And finally settling to a blog post. I have been writing – but for myself alone. And I have been reading – reading books, and also whittling away at the ever-growing list of posts written by others: people who make time for writing, reading and living in a way that seems to elude me a lot of the time. And I’ve caught up on some people I owe emails to, though several important and dear friends are still waiting.
I’ve also done a lot of unnecessary and not very productive thinking. But, you know what? It’s okay. I am what I am and where I am. And if my mind goes spiraling off on one of its meandering ruminating rambles, ratcheting up unhelpful emotions and stamping hard on energy, enthusiasm and motivation, well – it happens. I know I’ll be back; life always returns to an even keel after a while. And it has.
Rumi’s The Guest House has been a personal favourite for many years.
January, with its two faces looking forward and back, is often a time of reflection and planning for me. But the view from here has been a touch grey and bleak; over the last few months, Bernie and I have each had our share of low mood – unhelpfully at different times. So I’m a little late in starting to think about the coming year. There have been no resolutions and seemingly no plans of any kind. For a while 2017 was looking a little …. empty. But even as I write this, I can feel something stirring. Just as with the bright and brave green spears already pushing up through the wet ground with their promise of bright flowers in the weeks ahead; over the past day or two more positive thoughts have stepped up to the mark. Enthusiasm, like the sap, has begun to rise.
I have this one thought, after all my introspection, which stands out clear, bright and true in the January gloom. This year will be about Presence, Power and Positivity. The three ‘P’s. Perhaps that’s three thoughts?
Presence is something I strive for and manage to achieve sometimes: being in the here and now, noticing what’s happening around me and within me. Accepting it all for what it is and shutting down the monkey mind chatter I find more difficult. But I’ll keep trying.
Power is arbitrary, frequently capricious, whimsical and random. I have plenty of it; I just misplace it sometimes. Generally under the moldering compost heap of ruminative thoughts.
Positivity hides there too.
However, positivity is the catch-all, for it can turn negative experiences into something worthwhile and meaningful. When it’s finished hibernating with the messier, darker aspects of life it emerges shining and renewed once again. And as we move steadily away from the winter solstice – as the days grow longer and the hours grow lighter – my thoughts grow lighter and brighter once again.
Finally I emerge – not a shining butterfly … more like a sleepy owl, blinking and bemused, but ready to wish one and all a belated Happy New Year!
And now I have that off my chest, I can get on with the business of living and loving, writing and reading, blogging and who knows – maybe even adventuring!
The open door of 2017 is beckoning and already I feel better!