Magical opening.. to feeling happy

by · April 7, 2019

Lately I’ve been thinking about this feeling happy stuff, and how hard it must be for those people, so many people in our society, facing significant challenges and pain.

People who find the magical opening and continue to focus on it, that small window into feeling happy, taking stock of the blessings in a given situation, turning away from their anguish and pain and to decide to FEEL happy… these people have found a way and I’m trying to learn about this, too.

By way of an update, I’m over here, seriously pushing edges in my corner of the world. I’ve been steady on my med mix for several weeks now, just titrating off the ones which no longer serve me and with some work the extra weight will follow…

Listening to Stephen Jenkinson’s book “Die Wise” on audio as part of my training to understand grief and death culture and eventually assist people around dying and their families. Doing my Reiki practice to eventually earn my Master Teacher level…

Sketching nature motifs such as acorns and oak leaves.

Crochet is now pretty well back to proficiency now with a couple of hats and several headbands completed. Practicing needlework (which is starting to come back, YAY!!) starts the path of embroidery and adds to my artwork on used textiles.

And going out in public a lot more, talking to people I don’t know, making mistakes, focusing on the positive, stretching and of course stopping to reset when it all becomes too much.

I recognize my very privileged life, though I may be challenged right now. And, I am very, very grateful.

❤️

Image: amongst my first attempts to re-learn embroidery, silk yarn on woollen felt fabric

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MY WISH

Holding space for grief, heart wide open
mending brokenness with words, colour, texture
inspired in the twilight of our days on this land
not ours.
Welling up with gratitude and despair both
hope is but a glimmer, yet joy is trembling
bursting forth
as the birds sing and flowers blossom
may we take pleasure as we mourn.

Welcome

These days, we are making sense of things after climbing out of a deep sleep, post-pandemic.

Our bodies feel anxious about the rise of fascism and evidence of roiling climate crises at every turn.. and so, as we increase our conscious awareness, it’s important to increase connection, each in our own local communities and become fluent with our channels for mutual aid.

Attempting to maintain control through all this uncertainty is a normal response, though it’s likely to feel triggered and confused.. do relax and feel into whatever comes up, and know it is normal in urgent times like these.. reach out to loved ones, let them know they can count on you, and allow them to be there for you, too……

I’m over here in Vancouver Canada, picking up the pieces of my shattered life. I find it helpful to use writing (journaling) and making things, listening to the land and feeling into my ancestors and reclamation as therapy to work through (and hopefully beyond) post-concussion symptoms.

Thank you for visiting.

As always, I would love to hear from you.. the usual channels, or by email at hitrish @ gmail .com  ❤️ 

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