The Weekend
September 7, 2008
It is Sunday evening. After nearly three years doing weekends, anchoring news on a local radio station, this is my third weekend off, and I still clearly have no clue how to "do" weekends. Never part of the Friday Hurrah, I march on, doing what I think must be done, missing the point that "rest" is a vital part of the weekend, whatever days it falls on.
Ainslie MacLeod, author of THE INSTRUCTION, who has become a good friend, says his guides urge me to meditate twice daily for ten minutes, and to take one day completely off from any work, emails, BlackBerry every month. A couple of my guy friends have inadvertently succeeded in making me a day off last month -- boating on the Columbia River -- and this month -- hiking in the Columbia Gorge -- stunning days, both.
But plain old weekends...? I cleaned my house today, did the laundry, took a Zumba class, did some paper work in the sun, filed or deleted about 1,200 emails, but I don't feel like I've done enough. What is "enough?" I don't remember weekends as a kid. We went "down the shore" for a week in the summer for vacations. And Christmas and birthdays were any kid's dream. But weekends...? Rest? "Do-The-Laundry-Homework-Clean-The-House-And-Don't-Go-Out-Until-It's-All-Done-And-No-TV-Either."
Oh.
Time to break some old programming again.
A book pops into view. Actually, this book has been next to my desk for a couple of weeks, but now I notice it. DAILY OM: INSPIRATIONAL THOUGHTS FOR A HAPPY, HEALTHY, AND FULFILLING DAY by Madisyn Taylor. Books like this, I tend to just send out a thought, desire, intention, and close my eyes, and open the book. There are always applicable messages. I open to "Gut Responses: In Touch with True Emotions." Madisyn says we tend to store our emotions in our gut, and she suggests putting your right hand on your belly and say three times "Please reveal to me my true emotions."
Okay, here we go...
I open to a page in my memory and my eyes instantly brim with tears.
I see a seven-year old "me" crying again. I am upset because I can't go out to play. I still have laundry to do, and my baby sister has a lot of diapers that I have yet to hang on the line. I can hear the boys playing next door. The girls are probably at someone's house, but I don't know whose. I suck back the tears, and hang the laundry anyway, putting a fresh load in the washer. I hope there's no ironing. Besides I love my baby sister.
I wipe real tears away.
Madisyn Taylor says to let the emotions out, lest they become stuck and contribute to disease. As Ainslie and his guides taught me, I will go meditate on what it means to completely rest, and to be "enough."
And, you -- have a great rest of the weekend.
It is Sunday evening. After nearly three years doing weekends, anchoring news on a local radio station, this is my third weekend off, and I still clearly have no clue how to "do" weekends. Never part of the Friday Hurrah, I march on, doing what I think must be done, missing the point that "rest" is a vital part of the weekend, whatever days it falls on.
Ainslie MacLeod, author of THE INSTRUCTION, who has become a good friend, says his guides urge me to meditate twice daily for ten minutes, and to take one day completely off from any work, emails, BlackBerry every month. A couple of my guy friends have inadvertently succeeded in making me a day off last month -- boating on the Columbia River -- and this month -- hiking in the Columbia Gorge -- stunning days, both.
But plain old weekends...? I cleaned my house today, did the laundry, took a Zumba class, did some paper work in the sun, filed or deleted about 1,200 emails, but I don't feel like I've done enough. What is "enough?" I don't remember weekends as a kid. We went "down the shore" for a week in the summer for vacations. And Christmas and birthdays were any kid's dream. But weekends...? Rest? "Do-The-Laundry-Homework-Clean-The-House-And-Don't-Go-Out-Until-It's-All-Done-And-No-TV-Either."
Oh.
Time to break some old programming again.
A book pops into view. Actually, this book has been next to my desk for a couple of weeks, but now I notice it. DAILY OM: INSPIRATIONAL THOUGHTS FOR A HAPPY, HEALTHY, AND FULFILLING DAY by Madisyn Taylor. Books like this, I tend to just send out a thought, desire, intention, and close my eyes, and open the book. There are always applicable messages. I open to "Gut Responses: In Touch with True Emotions." Madisyn says we tend to store our emotions in our gut, and she suggests putting your right hand on your belly and say three times "Please reveal to me my true emotions."
Okay, here we go...
I open to a page in my memory and my eyes instantly brim with tears.
I see a seven-year old "me" crying again. I am upset because I can't go out to play. I still have laundry to do, and my baby sister has a lot of diapers that I have yet to hang on the line. I can hear the boys playing next door. The girls are probably at someone's house, but I don't know whose. I suck back the tears, and hang the laundry anyway, putting a fresh load in the washer. I hope there's no ironing. Besides I love my baby sister.
I wipe real tears away.
Madisyn Taylor says to let the emotions out, lest they become stuck and contribute to disease. As Ainslie and his guides taught me, I will go meditate on what it means to completely rest, and to be "enough."
And, you -- have a great rest of the weekend.
Labels: Ainslie MacLeod, DAILY OM: INSPIRATIONAL THOUGHTS FOR A HAPPY, HEALTHY AND FULFILLING DAY, Madisyn Taylor, THE INSTRUCTION, transcending the trauma, weekends
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