It's All Relative -a musing from 11/21/09

It's All Relative

I am blessed to have wonderful, intersting clients...well, mostly.
This week, I was reminded again how everything truly is relative.
A client came in and told me about her week-she had come back from a trip to visit family and also recently had cataract surgery. She relayed how she was really getting tired of people telling her all of the time how wonderful she looks and, if/when they realize her age, they remark that they really just don't know how she "does it". I was a bit confused, because when people tell me I look good, especially for my "age", I am usually pleased and flattered. (Yes, my ego is doing very well, thank you!) Her annoyance lay in the fact that people are basically exclaiming, without saying so, that she is so old and they just can't believe how well she's faring-especially considering her ancient age! This became pretty clear to me when she repeated three times, with greater emphasis each time, that she is, after all, only 85 and they are acting as if she's 100!
Here's hoping that in 40 short years, when I reach the age of 85, that there are plenty of people annoying me with their equally crazy comments~May it be so.

Welcoming Snow

It's not really my cup of tea to naturally be excited when the snow falls. It's a bother, quite frankly. Messy, time consuming, and creates a mudbath afterwards....at least in our back yard. I like 70-90 weather, if I were to put in an order.

Welcome Snow

There's something pretty and Serenely magical about snow falling.
When it lies there, untouched, by footprints, dog pee and dirty snowplows it's like nature's sequins.

Hiding the dirt, mud, sticks and stones that break my bones,
the snow is welcome here.

Heavy and wet,a blanket is set, at least for awhile,
allowing things to be unseen.

Snow allows withdraw, hibernation, hermithood.
I can use that now and then.

Snow welcomes the whole world to hush, if for a moment,
as if saying, "look, listen, feel".

The harsher noises are muffled,
and we can sense a sacredness about the ground.

It reminds me of the distinct possibility of
always having beauty in our lives-

It calls us to Pay Attention & Soak up this particular
moment while it's still here.

Look, Listen Feel.
Do you feel the beautiful aching of your heart
as it opens to wonder and gratitude?