Växtkraft!

Blir så imponerad av växters fantastiska förmåga och kraft, att få fäste, växa, frodas, på de mest bisarra ställen. Gick en promenad härförleden och upptäckte denna lilla smultronplanta som sitter precis vid en garageuppfart och alltså blir påkörd av en bil dag efter annan. Men likväl så var den full av mogna smultron (nyligen påkörda som bilden visar)

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Smultronreva som fattat tycke för en trottoarkant i Malmö.

Och sonen fascinerades av fikonträdens livskraft under vår nyligen avslutade semestervecka kring Franska Rivieran. Här en av de mer udda placeringarna, men vi såg dem verkligen överallt!

En fikonplanta har slagit sig tillrätta i en grenklyka, ca 4 meter upp på ett av de ståtliga barrträd som finns överallt kring Franska Rivieran.

En av mina favoriter har jag dock inte bild på just här. På en av tvärgatorna här i grannskapet finns ett gammalt hamlat pileträd som har en fullvuxen vinbärsbuske i kronan. Första gången jag såg den så tog det ett tag innan jag kunde identifiera vad jag faktiskt såg, för det var så otippat. Och jodå, den vinbärsbusken ger gott om bär, år efter år, jag håller lite koll på den nämligen.

Är inte växtkraften fullkomligt fascinerande, så säg?

John Cleese and Groundhog Day

Just finished reading John Cleese autobiography So, Anyway… which is a book I recommend even for those who, like me, haven’t really got the British comedy scene from the 60s onwards down pat. One of the foremost insights I had when reading was how apparent it is that life unfolds, in mysterious ways, and how going with the flow of life can lead to fantastic careers, such as John Cleese’s.

But besides that, he talks a lot about writing (he sees himself first and foremost, as a writer rather than an actor), and stipulates a few rules for writing funny stuff, the second of which I really enjoyed reading:

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This I’ve found to be true: My emotions are a guide to my current state of mind, or mood, to use John’s words. I react to the world, from my current internal mindset, rather than have the outside world create my mood. I find this important!

It’s a bit like Groundhog day, you know, the movie with Bill Murray, where he keeps on reliving February 2nd, over and over again. The same things occur, and depending on his current internal mood, he’s happy, sad, angry, annoyed, depressed, frustrated about it. The same things. But his mood determines whether or not he perceives it to be good or bad, happy or sad, cheery or boring. This is true also in my life, as well as your’s, and is not a movie-feature.

If I’m in a miserable state of mind, I will see all things through that lens. It’s not the miserable things of the world that causes me to feel miserable. My mood tints the world into appearing miserable.

If I’m in a happy-go-lucky state of mind, I will see all things through that lens. It’s not the happy things of the world that causes me to feel happy-go-lucky. My mood tints the world into appearing happy-go-lucky.

One day I knock over a glass of water on the kitchen table and you would not want to be around me, for all the shouting, swearing and cursing going on, ruining my entire day and giving me ample evidence the whole world is out to get me. Another day, I laugh at my own clumsiness and after wiping it up just goes about my business, without a single cuss-word crossing my lips.

Have you experienced that as well, where the same things happened twice in a row, but your reaction is totally different?

När andan faller på

Maken och jag har funderat över lite sensommarsådder, och eftersom vi var inne i stan idag så tänkte vi titta efter lite fröer. Och sen insåg vi…. var i allsindar hittar man fröer inne i centrala Malmö?

Men då vaknade någon fördold minnesbild i mig, att det finns en liten gammaldags järnhandlare nära Moderna Museet och månne att han kanske har lite fröer, och kanske tom fröer från Runåbergs, som är vårt favoritställe att shoppa fröer online på. (Men just nu ville jag ha fatt i fröer bums för jag var lite i odlingstagen, som du snart kommer se!)

Och minsann om det inte stämde på pricken!

malmö järnhandelMalmö Järnhandel hade ett ställ med fröer, och visst var det bland annat fröer från just Runåbergs. Sagt och gjort, vi införskaffade lite sallads-, rädisa, asiatiska kålbladväxt- och salladslökfröer och lite annat smått och gott.

När jag väl luskat rätt på de fröer jag jag var intresserad av så gick jag runt och insöp atmosfären, tittade på pryglar och tingestar av allsköns färg, form och funktion. Matti i butiken frågade om jag letade efter något speciellt men jag bara sa att jag njöt av att snoka runt. Han smajlade och höll med om att det finns mycket att titta på bland hyllorna!

ToolPoolOch dessutom finns ju ToolPool här, vilket jag gillar lite extra mycket. Kolla in det, gilla dem på Facebook och låna ett verktyg om du har behov av det.

Får ännu en påhälsning från minnesbanken innanför skallbenet som säger att den genomsnittliga borrmaskinen som säljs används totalt 15 minuter under sin livslängd. Har inte dubbelkollat huruvida det faktiskt stämmer fullt ut, men tänker att det *tyvärr* känns ganska sannolikt. Och likförbaskat ska vi alla ha en… eller så lånar man en hos Matti på Malmö Järnhandel!

Och jajamensan att fröerna kom i rättan tid. Har bredsått grönsgödslingsfröer bredvid gojibärplantorna och sått rädisor, spenat, sallad på friland i första uppgrävda potatisbädden. Plus att jag förkultiverat ett antal olika fröer i olika jordfyllda byttor och krukor så jag har något att fylla kommande tomma odlingsbäddar med, efterhand som vi skördar i trädgården.

När andan faller på är det bäst att agera, och det gjorde jag idag. Känns mig nöjd och glad med det. Själv då? Föll din anda också på idag?

On compassion

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Continuing my collaboration with Sus and her marvelous ladies, prompted by a query from my coach on yesterday’s doodle on judgement. She read what I’d written and added: …and practice self-compassion for our sweet, humble humanity when we notice we have ”fallen into judgment” yet again….

She continued with wondering what my compassion sketch would look like, and that thought crept into my conscious mind during this morning’s meditation. So I brought out my IPad, Paper and Pen, and started doodling. A few botched attempts, and then I sent the text above out into MIX. Send a note to Sus asking if she was up for another collaboration. She said she’d gladly give it a go, and immediately got it right, with little Miss Balancing-Act above.

That’s what it can feel like for me, balancing in life. Putting one feet out in front of me, not knowing if I’ll wobble and fall, or stand steady, ready for the next foot to move ahead. But the real balancing act is about meeting both situations (the wobbly as well as the steady journey ahead) with compassion, for me, and for everyone else.

Realizing how I’m not the only one stumbling through life – occasionally falling down, sometimes in a flow – but this goes for everyone. We are all balancing our way through life. All of us.

Now, there’s a thought to sit with…

On judgement

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My friend Sus found this Paper-doodle by me in MIX the other day (FiftyThree, check it out!) and pimped it with a toe-tapping highly judgmental Miss Know-It-All. She sent it to me and I was rejoiced! What a great reminder. Because that’s just how I feel at the moment. I fall into judgement daily, especially when checking my Twitter-feed. And then I judge myself for judging and not being compassionate…. A vicious cycle as you can understand. So I’ve decided to skip checking in on Twitter for the rest of the summer, adding this restraint onto my summer social media challenge.

Avoidance? Yeah. Spot on. But why not? I mean, I don’t enjoy a lot of what I read on Twitter at the moment, I don’t enjoy my reactions to it, and I end up feeling miserable, cursing some people, and feeling sorry for others. So why go after that feeling?

Nah, I’d rather spend my time on activities that I enjoy and take pleasure in. Like picking cherries, cooking cherry jam, gooseberry jam and marmalade and picking Bishop’s Weed for tomorrow’s lunch pie, all of which I’ve done today. Good trade-off wouldn’t you agree?

Podcast 29/52 – Bearing witness

Here’s a new recommendation for you, at long last! I have tons of episodes from On Being, Good Life Project and One You Feed that I’d love to recommend for you, but I also want to give you a taste of something new. So here’s Rich Roll in conversation with Andy Puddicombe, the voice and co-founder of Headspace, the meditation app that I’ve been using for almost a year now.

I’ve just listened to a few episodes of the Rich Roll Podcast, and I will be recommending some more as time goes, but the episode with Andy was really interesting, in part because I honestly had no clue to Andy’s extremely unusual background! I might be the only one in the Western world who’s missed out on that story, but… go figure. There I was, anyway. Rich and Andy cleared that up for me though, which I am happy about. Because Andy has lived a life with a story worth telling, that’s for sure.

BoldomaticPost_Most-people-assume-that-meditI’ve never taken to meditation before. Haven’t really tried, properly, and never got interested enough to actually give it a go. And I’m quite happy about that actually, because I sure had it wrong.

Andy got it right, in this quote. That’s the mis-conception that I had. That meditation was a way to stop the inner chatter, the endless jabber, that’s accompanied me all my life.

Perhaps lucky for me, I’d already gotten an understanding of how thoughts work, how they shape the world as I experience it, and what with daily blogging (being a form of self-coaching for me) for a couple of years, I’d gotten pretty ok at stepping back from myself, bearing witness.

So when I started on the Headspace-journey, I had absolutely no wish, desire or ambition for it to help me ”stop my thoughts”. Not at all. I just really enjoyed giving myself 10-15-20 minutes a day devoted to stepping back and bearing witness, just being with myself. Sometimes in absolute calm. Sometimes agitated as hell. And not getting caught up in either of those states, but rather just seeing it, seeing me, in the moment.

Anyway. Whether or not you meditate or if you really loath meditation and such mumbo-jumbo, this interview is worth listening to, in my view. And if, by chance, you get interested in the Headspace app and want to give it a go, start with the free 10-day routine, and then let me know if you want to try more. Because I have a 30-day voucher to give away to someone who want’s it! Might it be you?

 

 

A part of being human

I listened to Parker Palmer giving this commencement address to the graduating class at Naropa University, and several times I got goose bumps and shivers. For me, those have become telltale signs that there’s something important and/or very true being shared.


The six suggestions Parker provides on living a life worth exploring are simple. And powerful. So powerful I followed my urge to split this recommendation into six consecutive blog posts. You can read my thoughts on the first, second, third and fourth suggestion here.

BoldomaticPost_Since-suffering-as-well-as-joThe fifth suggestion is: Since suffering as well as joy comes with being human, I urge you to remember this: Violence is what happens when we don’t know what else to do with our suffering.

As Parker says, violence can be directed inwards as well as outwards. And it’s not the answer, it’s not. Hardest for me has been to stop being violent inwards. Beating myself up, verbally, in the harsh and terrifying inner chatter, that accompanied me for so long. It’s almost weird trying to look back at it. I have a hard time remembering what it sounded like, specifically, because it’s so far from the inner chatter within me right now. My mental chatter has shifted, and as a result. I don’t suffer as much either. It’s like a merry-go-round. I suffer, beat myself up over something, and then suffer more, think I’m a wimp for it, so I beat myself up over it some more…. and so on.

And now. A totally different tone. A gentleness. Towards me. And to think I only realized it was possible to be gentle towards myself around my 35th birthday. (Born in 1972, you do the maths.) When I stopped being harsh on myself (and yes, I do believe that to be a form of violence) something else became possible. Because at that time not only could I could start to take in all of my own feelings, I could also start to take you in. And with that, your suffering no longer scared me (as much anyway). Being less likely to want to thrash out, verbally or physically, at your ways to try to escape your suffering. Understanding it doesn’t say much – if anything – about me, and everything about you.

Me being ok with feelings of suffering (both my own, and yours), those same feelings seem to pass through me quicker and more easily. The rabbit holes of my past used to be so deep it took me forever to get out of them. Now I fall into them, but not as deep, and not for as long. Maybe because I no longer fight desperately to get out of them?