Friday, August 19, 2011

Planting the Seeds

"Don't judge each day by the harvest you reap but by the seeds that you plant."

~Robert Louis Stevenson





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I need a lot of reminding.

One of the things I have been working on in my life, for many years, and it will likely be a lifelong process, is changing the message on the tapes that play in my brain.

Do you know what I mean? The tapes in your brain that tell you what you think of yourself, how you feel about yourself, what you believe about yourself, if you are smart or pretty or fat or ugly or dumb. These are the messages we tell ourselves every day. I call them tapes. Some people call changing the tapes affirmations.

I just refer to it as changing the message on the tapes.

My old messages were not nice. I believed many negative things about myself. I, in fact, convinced myself daily, with my messages, that I was weak, lazy, dumb, incapable and more. I said many, many not nice things.

Oh, you would never have known all the negativity going on in my head if you knew me in 3D. On the exterior I am happy, smiling (even having been called "the smiley one"), laughing and appear to be confident and secure in myself...from the outside.

On the inside, in my brain, where I tell myself what I believe about myself, I was not nice. These messages defeated me in living my life before I ever took one step toward living it. I would awaken with negative thoughts about my body, I would go through the day with negative thoughts about my abilities, I would go to bed with negative thoughts about all of the things I wasn't and could never be.

It is an exhausting way to live.

Somewhere along the way my brain was penetrated by the idea that these were MY tapes and *I* held the power to change the recording. The messages I told myself were within MY power to change.

This blog and the ideas and words in it are a physical manifestation of me changing my messages. Over time I have changed many of my thoughts. I try to reframe old thoughts into new ways. Instead of being a drill sargeant and yelling at myself to get something done or to stop doing an unhealthy behavior, I try to look inward and see why I am doing it. I try to record a new message. I plant the seeds of positive messages. I tell myself I can. I tell myself I will. I tell myself that I am amazing and wonderful and unique...because I am all of those things. And so are you.

The messages that play in my brain now are more frequently those of positivity, of support and encouragement. I tell myself I can do things. I tell myself to listen to my own needs. I tell myself to wait. I tell myself to rest. I tell myself to work. I tell myself I have great talents. I plant the seeds of positivity and strength and power and light in my brain daily. I read positive things. I talk to positive people. I seek support and guidance.

Sometimes, though, I need reminding.

Last weekend I went through a very difficult emotional process. In the aftermath, in my hindsight, I see that part of what happened was that in an emotionally charged situation all of my old tapes come flooding back to me. It was as if they had never left. I was telling myself an amazingly horrible amount of stuff that was NOT TRUE. It may have been true at one time, in another part of my life, but it was NOT true in my current life. I succumbed to those old tapes in the blink of an eye.

One day I was posting here about the universe is whispering in my ear and I listen and LIVE and a scant 48 hours later I am in a fog of negativity, doubt and downright lies.

Why am I telling you this and what does it have to do with seed plantings and harvests?

I am telling you this because it is important to continue to plant the seeds of positivity even after earlier sprouts have started to grow. It is important to continue to plant the seeds of power even in the midst of the growing season. It is important to continue to plant the seeds of light in the middle of a storm.

The seeds...seeds of positivity, power, and light...they are what will get you through that storm! They are what will pull you up from the depths. You never know which seed you plant will be the one to poke up through the dirt of your mind, just when you need it.

We can't worry about harvesting of the seeds. We can't worry about the day we are done planting. We can't be consumed with how great the harvest will be. We have to believe. We must have faith. We must KNOW that if we keep planting the seeds, daily, we will someday be able to harvest them. The harvest may be one individual plant at a time, and not an entire field. But someday, that little seed, the new message on your tape, the positive things you tell yourself, it will bloom and grow and play back on repeat for you and you will believe it.

But you might need to be reminded that you believe it. So you have to keep planting new seeds, and recording new messages, especially while you are standing in the midst of a field full of harvest.





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Thursday, August 18, 2011

Helvetia Half Marathon- Gulp!





Okay....I've done it!

 
I have signed up and registered to run the 12th Annual Helvetia Half Marathon on June 9th, 2012.


A half marathon is 13.1 miles.

 
I have joined TEAM TRIUMPH, created by my friend and coach, Emily Segal, for motivation, running tips and moral support.


Team Triumph is a global "team" of people coming together to support each other to participate in any sort of race sometime in the next 12 months. Some people are walking 5k’s; some people are participating in Full Marathons. Whatever that individual wants to challenge themselves with! Emily will be posting blogs and training tips and each of us will be sharing our journey, trials and triumphs!

 
I would like to invite each of you to participate in either the Helvetia Half (there is also a 10k which is 6.2 miles) or pick your own event and join Team Triumph. The only requirement is that you commit to an event within the next 12 months!

Types of events:

5k = 3.1 miles
10k = 6.2 miles
Half Marathon = 13.1 miles
Full Marathon = 26.2 miles
Sprint Triathlons = swim, bike and run (you can do it!)
A great one for women is the Danskin Women's Triathlon! I would love to do this but the locations are not that great for me right now.
Cycling events
Swimming events
Kayaking events
Other events??

Check out THIS website to find all different types of activities and events near you!


I would love to see a number of people get out and join me at Helvetia. You do NOT have to run! You do not have to do the Half Marathon! You can walk, jog, crawl, sprint or whatever!


I will be sharing some of my training info and progress here on the blog. I encourage others to comment and share their training trials and triumphs, too!


I am excited and nervous!


So far, I have gone on two walk/jog's in the last week or so. I have jogged about a mile and a half, downhill, both times. As we move forward I will be adding more distance.

 
Check out this blog post by EMILY SEGAL to get some inspiration and ideas on how to start running if you never have before!
Also, some great books about running:

Marathoning for Mortals
ChiRunning

and I am going to read Born to Run.

Interested? Intrigued? Scared?

Comment and let me know what you think!!




Wednesday, August 17, 2011

Goddess of the Sky

“It is not the mountain we conquer but ourselves.”

~Sir Edmund Hillary




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Mt. Everest, located along the border between Nepal and Tibet, is the world’s tallest mountain. The peak rises 29,035 feet above sea level. In comparison, Mt. Rainier in Washington State rises 14,411 feet above sea level, and Mt. Hood in Oregon State rises 11,240 feet above sea level, meaning that the peak of Mt. Everest is more than twice as tall as these local mountains.

When I think of climbing an incredible mountain, THE mountain of mountains, I think of Mt. Everest.

Mt. Everest was named after Sir George Everest in 1865, the British Surveyor General of India. This is the English name.

Did you know that the Nepalese and Tibetans have different names for Everest?

In Nepal she is known as "Sagarmatha", which translates to "Goddess of the Sky."

In Tibet she is known as "Chomolungma", which translates to "Mother Goddess of the Universe."

How appropriate is it that THE mountain of mountains, the one that calls to climbers and adventurers the world over, the one that inspires them to conquer their own fears, to conquer physical and mental limitations, the one that calls out to them to reach the summit, is known by those that have lived in her shadow for hundreds of years as a goddess?

I would say very appropriate.

Sir Edmund Hillary, quoted above, is the first recorded man to summit Sagarmatha, in May 1953, along with his Sherpa Tenzig Norgay. Hillary is quoted as saying "It is not the mountain that we conquer but ourselves." A wise man.

I believe that whenever we set out to ascend a mountain it is ourselves that we must overcome to reach the summit. Of course, the word "mountain" here is used as a synonym for "challenge" or perhaps "goal" or "dream".

Each of us, within us, has a goal or mountain or a challenge that we want to achieve. We may not have admitted it fully to ourselves yet. We may not have allowed ourselves to dream that big dream yet. We are afraid. We fear what will happen if we allow ourselves to dream the big dream. Will we have to work hard? Will we succeed? Will we fail? If we do succeed, will we be *too* successful? What will happen if we do reach the summit of our big dream mountain and all of our life's dreams are fulfilled?

Scary stuff to think about. Big, scary, amazing, powerful, inspiring dreams...

Whatever our dream or mountain, we must first overcome ourselves, conquer our own fears, our own mental limitations, in order to begin the climb. Usually the climb to the summit is not a direct route. There are often zigs and zags over the mountain; some parts are very treacherous and some parts take our breath away with their beauty.

But most importantly, we must get out of our own way! We must keep our focus. We must stop fretting about what happens when we get there, we must simply start the process of making it happen. Preparing for a climb on Sagarmatha takes years of preparation and training. The climb process itself takes months. The climbers must first climb to the lower base camp, where they must stay for some time to get acclimated to the thinner air and less oxygen. They then climb again to a higher base camp, where they again have to get acclimated. The process takes weeks to months. No one looks at these climbers as if they are failures for having to stop and catch their breath; or having to stop and get acclimated to their new surroundings.


WHY do we feel when climbing our own mountain that the path must be linear? WHY do we feel that stopping to catch our breath or get acclimated to our new surroundings is unacceptable?

All of the starts and stops, pauses, zigs and zags, treacherous ice fields and breathtaking views are a part of the process of summiting our mountain. There is no failure in pausing. There is no failure in slipping. There is no failure in taking the South Col route instead of the South East Ridge route. Failure only occurs when we refuse to continue, when we allow our own fears of success and our own limiting beliefs to prevent us from continuing the ascent.

We must conquer our own demons and fears in order to reach the summit. We must not allow a day or two of altitude sickness to send us packing back down the mountain to the lower base camp. When we have altitude sickness, we must rest, pause, take some oxygen, look around at the view of how far we have come, how high we have already made it and be awed by our own amazingness. We must look both up at the challenges to come and down at the challenges already overcome and use those to propel us forward.

With each step higher on the mountain we prove to ourselves that it IS possible; it CAN be done. With each step we conquer a little more of the naysayers in our heads. With each step we achieve more power and strength. With each step up the slippery slope, when we swing our ice pick into that slippery surface and say I AM NOT SLIPPING DOWN, we conquer a little more of our own disbelief. With each step we conquer a bit more of ourselves.

Each day as I look at my mountain, my big dream, my challenge, I must conquer fears, limiting beliefs, and the lies I tell myself about how I can't do it. Each day as I look at my mountain I must remind myself of my strength that I have gained by climbing as far as I have. Each day as I look at my mountain I must simply take the next step higher. I must simply continue the ascent, for I will never achieve my goal by looking back down. I will never reach the summit if I do not press on.

I, for one, plan to join Sir Edmund Hillary at the summit of the mountain... my very own Everest.

"It is not the mountain that we conquer but ourselves." ~ Sir Edmund Hillary



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Monday, August 15, 2011

Eye of the Tiger

Another song to really listen to the lyrics...hear what it has to say.
Amazing and powerful for me today.

Risin' Up!


Eye of the Tiger
Survivor

Risin' up, back on the street
Did my time, took my chances
Went the distance, now I'm back on my feet
Just a man and his will to survive

So many times, it happens too fast
You change your passion for glory
Don't lose your grip on the dreams of the past
You must fight just to keep them alive

It's the eye of the tiger, it's the cream of the fight
Risin' up to the challenge of our rival
And the last known survivor stalks his prey in the night
And he's watchin' us all in the eye of the tiger

Face to face, out in the heat
Hangin' tough, stayin' hungry
They stack the odds 'til we take to the street
For we kill with the skill to survive

It's the eye of the tiger, it's the cream of the fight
Risin' up to the challenge of our rival
And the last known survivor stalks his prey in the night
And he's watchin' us all in the eye of the tiger

Risin' up, straight to the top
Have the guts, got the glory
Went the distance, now I'm not gonna stop
Just a man and his will to survive

It's the eye of the tiger, it's the cream of the fight
Risin' up to the challenge of our rival
And the last known survivor stalks his prey in the night
And he's watchin' us all in the eye of the tiger

Surfacing

"There's nothing like music to relieve the soul and uplift it."
~Micky Hart 

Sometimes, the only way up, is through.

In order for me to rise up...out of my own depths...I need to find a way to fire the light of inspiration in my soul.

Music...uplifting...powerful...envigorating music is one of the best ways for me to start changing my perception; to start seeing the light.




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After tha past day or two of struggling and flailing around, looking to my friends and mentors for advice, reassurance and tough love, I came here and listened to my own playlist. A playlist *I* created of songs that I love; songs that have meaning to me; songs that speak to my heart and soul.

I cannot just have it play. I must listen to the message of the music. What about these songs draws me to them? What about them inspires me?

I have to quiet my mind, concentrate on the message, and allow it to fill my soul.

I can literally feel the peace spreading throughout my body as I listen to and absorb the message and melody of the music. The music fills me up and pushes the darkness away. The music makes a path for my light to shine.

I am not done rising; I have a ways yet to go, but I am starting to surface. The bubbles are starting to tickle my nose as I rise up from the depths.

I will surface. I will burst through.




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Sunday, August 14, 2011

In the depths

"Action is the antidote to despair."
~Joan Baez

Life is not all sunshine and flowers. Some days are hard. Some days the light from within is hiding behind all of the old darkness. Some days the flame of inpiration is flickering and fading.

I have been going through a time of waning enthusiasm; a time of a fading of my own light.




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There are a number of factors that have led my light to feel dim:

Tiredness.
Emotional baggage.
Too much sugar in my diet.
Hormonal imbalances.
A feeling of lack of progress; fighting the same battles again and again.

I am attempting to lead a life of inspiration. I am attempting to live the life I want to have right now.

This does not mean I will not have days or periods of time where I feel weak, sad, lonely or a failure.

I feel as though I want to crawl into a hole and cover up with a blanket and just wait it all out. But I know, I KNOW, if I do that, all my forward progress, momentum and current success will be lost.

My energy level is low. My light is dim.

But I must find it within me, somehow, some WAY, to continue.

I am filled with conflict. On one hand I want to recede within myself; ignore my friends and supporters; close the doors, turn out the lights and be alone. On the other hand I know that now, more than when I am on fire, I NEED the support, motivation, cheering and love of my friends and mentors.

I cannot go it alone at this point. Nor should I.

I need to be accountable. I need to open myself to the words of truth these friends and supporters offer. I need to fan my own flame and support my own future.

Why does the light flicker and fade? I do not know. Perhaps I have not yet learned enough. Perhaps the flickering and fading and re-brightening of the light teaches me something about myself each time. Perhaps I need to prove that I am stronger. Perhaps there are lessons still to learn.

One thing I know for certain: I can never give up. I can not live with self loathing. I can not survive a life filled with desolate feelings of despair.

I must find a way. I must find a path. I must find a way to brighten my flickering light. It is there, within me. I just need to turn up the dial.

I must find a way, for I can not go back the way I came. I can not fail. I can not succumb. I must press on. I must find success. I must find the inspiration.

"What is to give light must endure burning."
 ~Viktor Frankl




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Time to feed the... Maggots??

So, in my very first blog post I talked about some of the things I was doing to recycle and help lessen our impact on the environment. This post can be found HERE. I talk a bit about typcial household recycling of glass, cans and cardboard. I talk about only running the dishwasher when it is full and using the lighter wash cycles. These are things that I already do.

I also talk about things that I *want* to do to lessen our impact on the environment and recycle even more, like capturing rain water, riding my bike more and composting.

I have always been a little afraid of composting because of the smell. Anyone who has ever gotten a good whiff of rotting grass in a yard compost bin knows the smell of which I speak! It is not even a smell, really, but more of a stench. A very unpleasant stench. I did not want to have a big pile of rotting stench anywhere on my property.

Also, I had done some online reading about how to properly compost your yard, garden and kitchen debris and, quite honestly, I was totally put off by the amount of work involved! The militant compost websites talked about daily and weekly rotation of the pile, having multiple piles, having the appropriate amount of moisture and oxygen, never adding new debris to an already in progress pile because then you will have to start all over again!

Then there were all the do's and don't's about what can go in the pile. Egg shells-yes, newspaper-no. No newspaper? No newspaper! Not according to the militant composters, anyway. Plus there was the requirement of both green and dried debris, in addition to things like coffee grounds, and paper type products, but not too much of any one thing. And absolutely NO MEAT or DAIRY or FISH or any type of animal carcass. Animal products were a kiss of death because they can become nasty and carry disease, rather than compost naturally.

Really? With all the rules and the fear of infecting myself with some crazy dirt disease from improper composting there was just no way I was interested in trying it out.

Shortly thereafter I was lamenting this fact to an online friend. I was quite disappointed in not being able to compost because I have a ton of kitchen debris from all the cooking I do, and of course with the garden I have debris from that and a place to use the compost! My friend told me that she doesn't do any of that stuff that I read about. She said she dumps all manner of stuff out in a big pile, adds to it all the time and come planting time she has a big pile of lovely dirt.

Huh.

That was more up my alley. I was willing to try *that* kind of composting. So, we had to decide: open pile or a compost bin? We decided on a bin (I was still concerned about smell, along with not wanting to attract other critters to my yard). Commercially available bins though, are quite expensive. I opted for an inexpensive garbage can. You know, a full size, outdoor plastic garbage can  with a locking style lid (didn't want critters knocking over my bin). Chris drilled a few holes in it for air and water to enter, and we started dumping stuff in there.

We started last year. We would add bits of this and that randomly, some garden clippings, some garden debris, some kitchen debris. We weren't being very good about doing it on a regular basis, but we kept adding things. Admitedly, I was worried about filling up the garbage can, but it never seemed to fill up. At the beginning of garden season this year we did have some lovely dirt to add to our garden! YAY! Composting successful!

So far this year we have made some changes. I have a little bucket on my counter that all of my fruit and vegetable food scraps go into, along with egg shells, coffee grounds and paper towels. I fill that thing up every day or two and out it goes into the can. We also periodically add garden debris and yard debris, like grass clippings. We also moved the can actually into our garden, instead of out behind the shed, so that it is easier for us to get to. As for the smell/stench issue....it has been nonexistant. The only time we really get a smell is if we open the lid and take a big ole whiff.

This year we keep adding and adding and adding, yet the can never fills up. It is the craziest thing! Then one day we are out there and OMG...there are MAGGOTS in my compost bin! The maggots are going to TOWN on the food debris in there. They are eating like crazy; the whole inside of the bin is kind of moving and undulating with maggoty motion, and, even grosser, you can hear them eating. They make quite a bit of noise munching away on all of the nasty rotten food goodness.

I will admit, we kinda freaked out. I have a history with maggots (chicken barn fire when I was a kid, in the summer, in Idaho...it wasn't pretty) so I was particularly freaked out. However, we decided to do a little research and see if maggots were the kiss of death for my compost pile.

We came across THIS ARTICLE.  I highly, HIGHLY encourage you to go read this article. It is, not only tremendously informative about maggots in general and also in your compost, but it is a HILARIOUS article. The author had me laughing and groaning throughout. Entertaining and educational all in one maggoty mess.

The best part? Some farmer in Phoenix actually grows these bad boys for you and will send them out, mail order. Nice. I love the thought of maggots being shipped all over the US by parcel post! Ha!

Anyway, as the article points out, maggots are superb eaters and turn TONS of household food waste into useable compost at a tremendous rate. There are some pretty incredible statistics about how much food waste can be kept out of landfills if every household and restaurant had a food composting system with maggots. They especially love meat!

Ever since we found the maggots in our compost bin, our every other day or so trip to empty our kitchen food waste container has become...time to feed the maggots!

Inside the compost bin.
Boy do those guys love to eat! I don't think we are going to name them or anything, but it is kinda fun having our own little maggot farm. And don't worry, they don't like the cold so tend to die off as the weather cools.

Seriously though, go read the article above. It is fun, funny and informative!


I gotta go...it's time to feed the .... maggots!
Munch Munch Munch!