Everyday life

Out of body. And possibly out of mind as well… That’s what it feels like.

And, well. No. I’m not, neither of them. But I am definitely keen on heading home, that’s for sure. While going through security at Heathrow on Sunday, for my fourth flight in eight days I had a hard time to stay focused, and for a while there, I was having a deja-vu feeling of being in Düsseldorf on my way home after the Summit for Human Potential Realisation.

Not so, of course. I’m flying home with my 16 other choir members and our conductor Jens after our UK tour. And oh how I long for home right now (as I am writing this, on the plane).

morgonmatI want to sleep in my own bed. Next to my husband, snuggle up close and breathe him in. Hug the children. Sit down with them all to dinner, hearing about their ongoings this past week. Have a green smoothie in the morning, and a bowl of fruit with yoghurt for lunch. Let the chickens out of the coop in the morning, and take a stroll out into the garden later on in the day, checking for freshly lain eggs.

As I write, the out-of-body-sensation starts to creep up on me again, as I dream myself away into my ordinary everyday life at home… the smells, sounds, sensations. The daily chores of housekeeping. I even long for the task of hanging and folding some laundry. So maybe, I have gone out of my mind after all?

Bucket list?

I’ve never had an urge to write a bucket list. No idea why, just never felt like it. Until the other day. Then it suddenly popped into my head as something that I wanted to do. So I did, that is, I started to write one.

Yesterday I told my husband about it and read the items I’d put on it. Opened up for some interesting conversations. That in itself made it all worth it. Good conversation starter!

Then today, hubby told me there was one thing on my list that he would really like to do, and it’s something to do with the entire family. So who knows. Perhaps we’ll all go to this wonderful town within the next year or two:

Seattle

I visited there in September 2014 and would love to go back. So there you have it, one of the bullets on my bucket list. Do you have a bucket list? And regardless of your answer, why do/don’t you have a bucket list?

A speedy way to peace on earth

My Supercoach Academy-colleague, the wonderful Susan Parisi, wrote this on Facebook:

eyegazingNow, if you’re anything like me, this makes you very intrigued, because that’s what happened to me. So I clicked on the link that Susan shared, and got this:

Watched.

The love, the wonder, the curiosity, the intimacy and connection between these couples comes through the screen and hits me hard. Amazing. Powerful.

Finished watching. And realized: Susan is right. This should really be a prerequisite before attempting to solve any disagreement of any sort. You think I’ll remember this when next I end up in a disagreement?

And you know what more? I have an urge to sit my husband down for four minutes of eye gazing. Who do you want to invite for some eye gazing?

 

Made to bounce

ball

Not a Christmas glass ornament. And no orange. Not even a rubber ball. But a ball, at least.

Did you know human beings are rubber balls? You see. We’re made to bounce. Truly. We’re not fragile Christmas glass ornaments, shattering to a trillion pieces if we’re dropped onto a floor. And we’re not oranges that seemingly can get dropped on the floor many times, without getting affected by it. Looking fine on the outside, but on the inside, rotting away, damaged by the constant battering onto the floor. You see, we’re rubber balls, made to bounce. That’s what we do when we’re dropped onto a floor.
This analogy comes to me via Michael Neill who got it from a book called Bounce.

Here’s one of my most momentous bounces:

9 months pregnant with my first child my then husband called (!) me up and said ‘I’m breaking up with you.‘.

I was 27, he was 29 and we’d been together for 10 years. Turns out that’s no guarantee you know one another. (But yeah, there were signs that something was amiss ever since the planned pregnancy was confirmed – and if I’m honest, the signs were accentuated by the pregnancy, they were there for years – but I still wasn’t prepared for what happened.)

I spent 24 hours wanting him back, begging him to stay with me, to calm me and hold me safe. Needless to say – he didn’t.

24 hours later, I turned the page of that chapter of my life, looking ahead rather than back, and I wouldn’t have taken him back even if he’d asked. Needless to say – he didn’t.

And to this day, it’s the best thing that ever happened to me. For my child, it’s a different story for various reasons. Still, I can see how she’s benefitted greatly from me growing as a person ever since my bounce.

This was in 1999 and it marks the turning/starting point of my inner journey of discovery. Into something else, new, bigger, better. Living. Fully.

So yeah, we’re made to bounce. That doesn’t mean it’s ok for me to take other people (or myself) and throw them hard at the floor, anticipating the bounce, of course. No, we should be kind to one another. But shit happens. And when it does, we bounce.

Have you had one of those shit-happened-and-I-thought-my-life-was-over-for-ever-moments where instead you bounced into something else, new, bigger, better?