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  • Present

    Since meditation is the new coke right now I’d figure I’d write about how staying present for me is how I have conquered most of my trauma. I may not meditate but I have taught myself that staying present is both hard thing to master especially under stressful situations.

    I don’t like flying, I have functional anxiety where I am able to do it But I hate it. The feeling of turbulence on the plane brings up a traumatic experience I had on a plane in the 1990’s. I know the turbulence will pass But my anxiety peeks when this happens. So I have learned to talk to the crew on the plane & to talk to fellow passangers to distract me from what I can’t control.

    For me being Present means accepting my feelings in that moment & staying with them till they pass. Something I realize is difficult & hard to learn. I rarely ever get angry over small things & have learned that everyone copes differently & I accept this.

    Being Present means sharing feelings & my view of something even if I may not get a positive response to what I said. Being in the moment is important. Hence, I only listen to music when I am commuting but not in the city or town. I listen to the city, sirens & conversations that drift by on the street. The other week I almost got a chestnut in my head but I heard it fall.

    Being Present is important to me, I have seen some wonderful things by being present. I know it’s hard but breathe the difficult moments will pass & you’ll be stronger for being in the moment.

  • when it rains

    Fall has arrived with its dusted frost on some mornings & cold rain that makes one want to stay indoors. I have decided that I am going to walk Fløyen this week as long it’s not coming down in buckets.

    The cold rain I mean. I don’t mind seasons rather I look forward to them. But one thing I can’t stand is daylight savings changing & how the darkness creeps in on you in the afternoon. I savour the days more when they’re shorter.

    The light in sky is soo fantastic too, golden shades coming in on the non rainy days. I have a picture from a few years back from early morning & the sky was a deep purple hue with gold specks in it.

    I like the dusted frost on clear mornings, a reminder that it could be slippery. I recall my trip to Australia a few years back where Spring had sprung in Sydney & people where flocking to the botanical gardens to take pictures by the tulips. To me they felt familiar, like home.

    I spent the time we where there mostly in sandals & hardly wore sneakers. I was relieved when when we returned to the Pacific Northwest & Fall had arrived. How I loved the rain that Fall.

    There’s snow up North now, it came early this year, a surprise I think. Here I can hear the rain on the roof as a reminder to wear medium wool socks tomorrow with my boots. I look forward to the coziness of the café & how empty the town will be.

  • pondering on a Sunday

    I just finished vacuuming the house, it Really needed it. I always think when I do chores, about the week or something that is bothering me. I sent the four legged creature out of the house with the husband. Otherwise I can’t vaccume or get anything done.

    When I was single I hated Sundays, I remember thinking that all I saw was happy couples, reading the paper together or walking in the park holding hands. Made me feel lonelier than I was. I recall going to my favorite café & ordering my drink & mentioning that I was engaged to the barista. He blushed & managed to congratulate me before giving me the coffee on the house.

    I never saw him after that, I had literally No idea he felt that way. It came as a complete surprise to me. Something similar happened recently & I feel bad but I was only drawing a boundary not saying we couldn’t hang out. I am married to a guy that doesn’t get jealous or worried when men pay attention to me.

    It’s funny I am nearing 50 & I still got it, weirdly funny & sad at the same time. We where at quiz night on Friday & I accidentally thought I had won something. Anyway when I walked back to our table with whiskey several men mumbled that fact. Funny. I spent time in Scotland so I know what to drink.

    It’s weird to be this old & to be seen as a piece or conquest by men. I have always had my own style & confidence. I am also secure in my marriage; but my husband has always known that I prefer male friends to female. Maybe it’s because I grew up with 13 male cousins & that’s why I like male friends?!

    I do have female friends but they’re sparse, I also know that some guys are incapable of being friends with women. All I have to say is their loss.

    Till next, do you walk away if you find out someone’s in a relationship or marriage???