Daily Meditation: Seasons Turn

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GPS for the Soul – The Huffington Post
Daily Meditation: Seasons Turn
We all need help maintaining our personal spiritual practice. We hope that these daily meditations, prayers and mindful awareness exercises can be part of bringing spirituality alive in your life.

Today’s meditation features the classic Pete Seeger song “Turn, Turn, Turn.” As we observe the spring equinox today, the song reminds us that every season turns — out with the old, in with the new.

Turn, Turn, Turn by Pete Seeger

To Everything (Turn, Turn, Turn)
There is a season (Turn, Turn, Turn)
And a time to every purpose, under Heaven

A time to be born, a time to die
A time to plant, a time to reap
A time to kill, a time to heal
A time to laugh, a time to weep

To Everything (Turn, Turn, Turn)
There is a season (Turn, Turn, Turn)
And a time for every purpose, under Heaven

A time to build up, a time to break down
A time to dance, a time to mourn
A time to cast away stones, a time to gather stones together

To Everything (Turn, Turn, Turn)
There is a season (Turn, Turn, Turn)
And a time to every purpose, under Heaven

A time of love, a time of hate
A time of war, a time of peace
A time you may embrace, a time to refrain from embracing

To Everything (Turn, Turn, Turn)
There is a season (Turn, Turn, Turn)
And a time for every purpose, under Heaven

A time to gain, a time to lose
A time to rend, a time to sew
A time of love, a time of hate
A time for peace, I swear it’s not too late

Do We Ever Outgrow Shopping?
I once suggested to my visiting 80-year-old aunt that we could spend the afternoon together shopping. “Why?” she asked me, “I don’t need anything.” It was a generational disconnect of the first degree. Shopping for me back then was a recreational sport where bargains were hunted with the ferociousness of rhino horn poachers and one-day sales or 50 percent off clearance days were duly noted on the calendar as events not to be missed.

But the idea that shopping could be fun eluded my aunt. For her, it was a means to an end. She went into stores to buy things she needed and about the only articles of clothing she ever bought were hosiery and underwear when hers needed replacing.

Since I know that in her younger days she was something of a fashion plate — right down to her matching hats for every outfit — I suspected that recreational shopping was simply something she lost her taste for. Maybe it happened when all the clothes in the stores felt “too young” or when all the shoes that fit her made her feel too old. In any case, it just stopped being fun and she just stopped doing it.

I realized this past weekend that, at age 64, I may have reached this milestone myself. Truth is, the Great Recession stole the wind from my shopping sails and I never fully recovered it anyway. Walking around a crowded mall is far less appealing to me than walking down a hiking trail. And spending hard-earned money on things I don’t really need and may not ever use is something I don’t ever do anymore.

For the past year or so, whatever shopping I do has moved online and is limited primarily to clothes for my kids and essentials. I love the free-shipping-both-ways convenience of Zappos and Drugstore.com and the fact that I can comparison shop without draining my gas tank or sparring with anyone over a mall parking space. I do most of my shopping at night, long after the kids are asleep and long before I fall asleep myself. Online shopping and Facebook are an insomniac’s best friends.

But the final confirmation that I never again want to go brick-and-mortar shopping came this weekend, when because of her over-scheduled life and my propensity toward procrastination, I had a do-or-die deadline to find my I-hate-dresses daughter a dress-she-didn’t-hate for her brother’s upcoming Bar Mitzvah.

She and I marched like gladiators straight into the arena: Forever 21 (which they prefer to spell with Roman numerals, reinforcing my visual of Romans chanting for my violent death and a lion licking his chops at me.) For the uninitiated, Forever 21 sells inexpensive clothes to teen and pre-teen girls; clothes are jammed on the racks haphazardly and without regard to size, most of the items fall to the floor where they stay until I think a janitor sweeps them up, and the music is so loud it makes your molars hurt. The line for the fitting rooms wraps out the door and there are no helpful salesgirls to run and fetch you a different size.

My trouper of a daughter tried on approximately 634 dresses in batches of six (dressing room limits) while I pretty much writhed in pain on the floor pleading for someone to lower the music. Like the tree falling in the empty woods, apparently no one could hear me.

Three hours. We spent three hours in there. When it came down to the final four dresses, I agreed to just buy them all with the plan that we’d send her Dad back to return the three runners-up.

“We don’t do refunds, Ma’am,” the perky pierced dressing room person injected in the conversation. Of course they don’t. What was I thinking? Just exchanges for a store credit that would require spending more time in this wonderland of adult consumer misery.

My head throbbed for an hour after we left and while I publicly nominated my husband for sainthood for later venturing back for a size exchange, truth is he can turn off his hearing aid batteries, smile like the fish who doesn’t know he is out of water, and pass the store manager a note that says “need this in a medium.” Mission Accomplished.

But it did get me thinking how shopping may indeed be something that we just grow out of — and that can occur at any age. When we leave it behind, we move ourselves to a healthier place. After all, why does anyone need to spend money on themselves for affirmation of their worth and value? And that’s pretty much what sport shopping is. Out-growing your need to shop has less to do with no longer being able to find age-appropriate clothes and more to do with simply becoming comfortable with who you are, satisfied with yourself and what you already have.

My aunt’s lesson, delivered years ago but perhaps not fully registered until more recently, is this: When you are handed the gift of having an afternoon to spend with someone you love and enjoy, that is enough. Cherish it. And maybe bring earplugs to Forever 21.

Earlier on Huff/Post50:

100 Little Blessings

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For Martha…

Honeybees
The fragrance of flowers
Kisses from children
That special laughter that is genuine and loving
Rain, but not too much
Sunshine
Emails with with happy stories and gratitude
Real mail, handwritten
The first bulbs of spring popping up
Snuggling
The perfect song at the perfect moment
A good cupcake
A good cup of coffee or tea
Smells that remind you of your childhood
Old photos
Meeting someone new
Finding an old friend
Discovering a new recipe that looks yum
Making that recipe and finding out it’s good
Cute and loving moments with pets
Seeing a rare bird
The first swim of summer
A comfortable pair of shoes
Clean sheets on your bed…
…especially when they’ve been hung outside to dry
A phone call from someone just when you’ve been thinking of them
Butterflies
Farmers markets
Organic farmers
A good movie
Popcorn with real butter
Books that make you laugh out loud
Waking up on time without an alarm
Taking time to meditate
A great yoga class
Going for a run in perfect weather (or in bad weather)
Discovering a new place close to home
Finding a favorite restaurant
Going down a road you’ve never been on before
Learning something new about your childhood
Finding a favorite old thing
A clean house
A tidy garden
A family meal when everyone lingers at the table
A bowl of homemade soup
Time to dream
A comfortable chair or couch…
…with soft, fuzzy blankets!
Reading old journals
Starting a new journal
Making lists
Crossing things off your lists
Stories of people living to 100 and just having fun
Feeling good in your body
Feeling loved
True intimacy
Special secrets
Overhearing someone else’s funny conversation
Finding a great parking space
Hearing a great song on the radio when you’re driving with the window down
Singing along to a great song
Hearing a really great story on the radio just when you need it
Silly pet pictures
Fun quizzes
Missing someone, and then seeing them again
Suddenly understanding something you never understood before
Being able to google anything you’d ever want to know
Remembering what the world was like before the Internet
When your kids are happy…
…and are doing well in school without your having to pressure them
The joy of learning
The joy of peace and quiet
A hot bath on a cold day, windows open, steam rising
A good massage
Meeting big, old trees and hanging out with them
The smell of fresh soil in the spring
The smell of fresh-cut grass in the summer
Successfully pulling an especially large weed
Finding wild berries
Eating those berries on the spot
Finishing something
Dreaming of something new to do
Finding a perfect new store
Buying something that you love just because
Coincidences
Knowing there are no coincidences
A good game of soccer with kids, laughing so hard your stomach hurts
Falling down and not getting hurt
Roller-skating to loud music
Grass stains
A picnic (with cold fried chicken!)
Knowing you’ve made someone happy
Knowing you’ve made something better
Knowing you are happy
Organic coconut oil and its many, many uses
A virgin piña colada in a warm location
Lying on hot sand and absorbing the heat
Not worrying about anything
Surrendering to the universe
Loving your life

What’s on your list?

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