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Friday, 30 December 2011

366 Days of 2012

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I am a cliché as far as resolutions go. What can I say? Sometimes, I am completely at the mercy of a good plan. (I am working on this). Here is a list I'll be working through - I'll be focusing on the individual resolutions in more detail as we get into the year. These are things that 2011 has brought out in Rantings that I think are worth focusing on in 2012, not in order of importance.

1.) I will not take responsibility for other people's stupidity - This year, we talked about how it is really important not to accept the crap that is handed to you by others. Sometimes, it is the simplest sentence that moves other people's bad behaviour back to them, and away from you. I'm not talking about aggression, but the simple act of knowing who you are, and rejecting negativity. Just because someone says something to you or even about you does not make it your problem. 

2.) I will not assume that bad things in my life mean that I have done bad - We talked about the presence of much in our lives as an indication that we are in abundant "life." It is easy, and perhaps even the knee jerk response to ask yourself what on earth you've done to cause this series of events, but sometimes there is just much happening, all around us. The take home message has been this: don't let yourself slump based on what you could have done or did not do that brought you to the place you are in. Instead, look forward, and never relinquish your input in your environment, wherever you find yourself.

3.) If things are not yet as I would have hoped, I won't change. This is part two of Resolution 2.) This doesn't mean ceasing to grow, but rather, it means not letting go of your hopes. Admit to your dreams and have faith in yourself, good is in you. I believe that.

4.) I will let people see me. Society portrays the people who don't react to stress and drama as "the strong ones", and they do so with a certain amount of awe and reverence. As someone who's gone through the vast majority of her life like that I want to de-glamourise the silence. If no one sees you fully, it is the loneliest city in the world. If no one knows your heart well, then they cannot love you well. Let someone in - it is terrifying and very liberating.

5.) I will ask for help. Again, a continuation of Res 4.) To the people I love, I will admit to my little insecurities, and my needs. I will accept my vulnerability as a token of my intimate relationship with another/ others and I will give someone else the opportunity to know that they are not alone in feeling a particular way. There are no perfect people, and pretending to be one doesn't help anyone (least of all, you).

6.) I will be flavouring and taste to the world I find myself in. We talked about an alternative idea of salt and light, where the responsibility of believers was to add illumination, clarity, taste and flavour to the world, the space we found ourselves in. I am still very excited about this as a lifestyle, to constantly question myself - what am I adding? What am I making clearer and making taste better with my presence?  

7.) I will cherish the strong, frail body that I have been blessed with. This year, one joyride to the beach left me literally crippled, and I had to look squarely in the eyes of my own limitations. It taught me how arrogant we are about our body's functioning. We are an intricate chaos of perfect planning, and I hope I will never take it for granted again. (I am planning a trip to Mount Kilimanjaro in the next few years in celebration of having my gait back.)

8.) I will love. God, my world, myself.

9.) Wherever I go, there I am. This relates to Res 2.) and 3.), but is important in its own right, because this speaks to one's state of mind at every point. This is especially important in those transition times, in the times where you are fed up of where you are, and every day increases your angst. All year here I've been looking at ways to combat feelings of meaninglessness which erupt most when you aren't doing everything you wish you were. The goal of this Res is to find any and every thing that could make you feel like you are contributing and purposeful where you are. I really think people need to know that they add to their space, and deciding to be present wherever you find yourself is my answer to an uncontrollable restlessness. 

10.) I will do good anyway. The Paradoxical Commandments are a list of life statements and guidelines written by Dr. Kent M. Keith that have really spoken to me recently; I encourage you to read through them.

 I hope that you are really excited about the year ahead; I know that I am. I'm ready for some transitions and changes in 2012. This has been my most challenging year yet, and never have I been so convinced that I am alive, as I have been this year. Here is to the best year of our lives so far! We'll be living through the end of the Mayan calendar. We'll also be adding things to the environments of 2012 that add taste, that represent the unique us and we will be there. 




Sunday, 25 December 2011

Merry Christmas

Today was a good day. We celebrated, had people over, and my sister and I even contributed dishes to the menu (mine were spiced pumpkin lasagne and plaited cheese bread). I don't feel exhausted. I do feel the need to offer you a little Christmas Carol though, of my own composition. It's entitled To know them better (A Christmas Carol)

Nothing familiar is ever fully known.
Here stands Christmas at our door, 
He never comes in, but yet asks for more.
Hands to work on the soil around,
Words to offer the friend un-found.
Telling them who know not each other
Yet have known all these years
Give a care, give a care.
It isn't just the strangers, He says 
That are strange, 
But even the ones that know our names
Fail not to see through; 
Fail not to see through;
Nothing familiar is ever fully known.

Sunday, 18 December 2011

On Perspective (That Changes Your Mind)


Sundays seem to be the ferocious hunters of my week, each time in succession they devour my days. Every time I notice, it is Sunday again, hungry and changing everything. Three Sundays ago, I started a post entitled Libido, but had a bad reaction to the anti-inflammatory/narcotic cocktail I'd been on, and was feeling ill. Or, that's the excuse that I prefer. Honestly I was a little nervous about publishing the post. It isn't even what you think, I could actually have gone with a less controversial title, but what can I say? I have a mischievous side :) Anyway you can look out for it, coming soon. I guess the real reason I was uncomfortable is because I was feeling a little hypocritical. Libido is a post about the drive for life, it is about feeling inspired, taking the opportunities to feel your heart and see it, and admit to what is on its inside. I didn't feel genuine in publishing it then because in the weeks since I've written last, I've been feeling very restless and frustrated, bound even, by my circumstances.

These circumstances of my 2011 have led me to be like a throbbing, exposed artery of emotion, severed from the limb it services. Like a slit wrist, I felt as though my hopes bled out of me, leaving me cold and unaware of where to look for the warmth of Future. That feels dramatic, only because it is. My perfect retrospect vision tells me about myself. Aren't we all an arrogant sort? Spoilt?
11 For I know the plans I have for you,” says the Lord. “They are plans for good and not for disaster, to give you a future and a hope. Jeremiah 29:11 NLT
This is what I know. A thousand cliché conversations and a thousand hungry recitations have built these words up like a lighthouse in my heart, yet dismay could still envelop me. My will, not Yours be done, Lord.  Bless me indeed.

I have, in the last couple weeks, faced the prospect of another field trip under anaesthesia in order to straighten my much improved, but not fully functional left leg. I am not cleared to resume my job, three months after my pleasure trip to Maracas Bay, Trinidad. I peer at my position from the unlikely vantage point of virtual unemployment, in a strange land that shouldn't be, and I feel victimised and guilty. Why would this all happen? How come I'm not as happy and as hopeful as I should be? Whose fault is this? Surely the plans for good mean my good and my hopes for the future. Surely I know enough to know everything. Surely there is no fairness in God keeping the secrets of life and withholding my good from me. Am I really this egocentric? This selfish and self-indulgent?

Yes. Yes I am.

I find it hard to see these words in print, hard to think of eyes and minds working over my ugly admissions of big, fat, self. But I leave them there, because I want you to see. I am human, too. I live on earth. I look at the words and I understand the full weight of  their error and the lies of evil. Yes, I believe in the devil; not just as the concept and source of evil, but as an entity that expresses itself in the real world. I believe that the way the devil works is through an infection of the mind. The same way viruses swarm the earth on the wings of insects and through spores that travel in the air, I believe that the devil carries out evil work on the tongues of strangers and unwitting loved ones. Even occasionally, through our own consumption, we take evil in and experience it swimming through our minds.

I think no one should assume themselves past the point of Thing X. One shouldn't assume the self too optimistic, too informed to fall prey. Despair and hopelessness is not necessarily overpowering, but sometimes is just a vague suggestion in the back of your mind that you've been hospitable to for just a little too long. It is easier said than done to keep your perspective, to know that life is a rough sea, beautiful in its ebbs and flows. It is as though when high on the crest of a wave, seeing all around us for miles we forget what it feels like to be looking up at the very crest from the point far below where it will plummet.

Inside the crashing wave

Perspective changes everything.

I'm not here to sum everything up in a Christmas bow of hope; to tell you that despite life sucking periodically, everything is just so special and dandy. No, I'm not. I will say that for me, in my vantage point beneath the waves that pummel, I listen to lyrics like "Oh come let us adore Him" and I acknowledge the hunger in me that responds to that invitation. Yes, I'll come to adore Him, Christ the LORD.  Unchanged by the life all around me is a hunger that is only fed by a resonating truth that I get and am drawn to; vast and unfathomable, yet somehow accessible.

Not my will, but Yours be done, LORD.

Sunday, 11 December 2011

Miss You Love

Millionaire say
Got a big shot deal
And thrown it all away but
But I'm not too sure 
How I'm supposed to feel
Or what I'm supposed to say 
But I'm not, not sure,
Not too sure how it feels
To handle every day
And I miss you love 

Make room for the pray
'Cause I'm coming in
With what I wanna say but
It's gonna hurt
And I love the pain
A breeding ground for hate but... 

I'm not, not sure, 
Not too sure how it feels
To handle everyday
Like the one that just past
In the crowds of all the people 

Remember today
I've no respect for you
And I miss you love
And I miss you love 

I love the way you love
But I hate the way
I'm supposed to love you back 

It's just a fad
Part of the teen, teenage angst brigade and
I'm not, not sure, 
Not too sure how it feels
To handle everyday
Like the one that just past
In the crowds of all the people 

Remember today
I've no respect for you
And I miss you love
And I miss you love 

Remember today
I've no respect for you
And I miss you love
And I miss you love

I love the way you love
But I hate the way
I'm supposed to love you back 

- Silverchair