how to be alone

by Tanya Davis

If you are, at first, lonely – be patient.
If you’ve not been alone much or if, when you were, you weren’t okay with it then just wait,
you’ll find it’s fine to be alone…
once you’re embracing it.

We could start with the acceptable places: the bathroom, the coffee shop, the library.
Where you can stall and read the paper,
where you can get your caffeine fix and sit and stay there,

where you can browse the stacks and smell the books
you’re not supposed to talk much anyway,
so it’s safe there.

There’s also the gym.
If you’re shy you can hang out with yourself in the mirrors, you can put headphones in.
And there’s public transportation
– because we all gotta go places –
and there’s prayer and meditation
no one will think less if you’re hanging out with your breath
seeking peace and salvation.

Start simple,
things you may have previously avoided based on your avoid-being-alone principles.
The lunch counter, where you will be surrounded by chow-downers,
employees that only have an hour
and their spouses work across town
and so they, like you, will be alone.
Resist the urge to hang out with your cell phone.

When you are comfortable with eat-lunch-and-run, take yourself out for dinner,
a restaurant with linen and silverware.
You’re no less intriguing a person when you’re eating solo dessert
and cleaning the whipped cream from the dish with your finger;
in fact, some people at full tables will wish they were where you were.

Go to the movies
where it is dark and soothing
alone in your seat amidst a fleeting community.

And, then, take yourself out dancing,
to a club where no one knows you
stand on the outside of the floor
until the lights convince you more and more
and the music shows you.
Dance like no one’s watching
(’cause they are probably not)
and, if they are, assume it is with best and human intentions,
the way bodies move genuinely to beats is, after all, gorgeous and affecting.
Dance until you’re sweating
and beads of perspiration remind you of life’s best things,
down your back like a brook of blessings.

Go to the woods alone and the trees and squirrels will watch for you.
Go to an unfamiliar city, roam the streets,
there are always statues to talk to

and benches made for sitting
give strangers a shared existence
if only for a minute
and these moments can be so uplifting
and the conversations that you get in
by sitting alone on benches
might have never happened
had you not been there by yourself.

Society is afraid of alone though,
like lonely hearts are wasting away in basements,
like people must have problems if, after awhile, nobody is dating them

But alone is a freedom that breathes easy and weightless
and lonely is healing if you make it.

You could stand, swathed by groups and mobs or hold hands with your partner
look both further and farther
in the endless quest for company,
but no one’s in your head
and by the time you translate your thoughts some essence of them may be lost
or perhaps it is just kept,
perhaps in the interest of loving oneself,
perhaps all of those sappy slogans
from preschool over
to high school’s groaning
were tokens for holding the lonely at bay.
’cause if you’re happy in your head then solitude is blessed and alone is okay.

It’s okay if no one believes like you
all experiences unique, no one has the same synapses
can’t think like you
for this be relieved,
keeps it interesting, life’s magic things in reach.

And it doesn’t mean you aren’t connected, that community’s not present.
Just take the perspective you get
from being one person alone in one head
and feel the effects of it

Take silence and respect it.
If you have an art that needs a practice, stop neglecting it.
If your family doesn’t get you
or a religious sect is not meant for you
don’t obsess about it.

You could be, in an instant, surrounded, if you need it.
If your heart is bleeding make the best of it

there is heat in freezing, be a testament

when I met Henry David Thoreau

Thoreau, philosopher and poet of the 19th century (1837-1861), is genius. I’ve lately taken up to reading writings of famous authors and thinkers. Here are some of his thoughts:

On defining one’s own success:

If the day and the night are such that you greet them with joy, and life emits a fragrance like flowers and sweet-scented herbs, is more elastic, more starry, more immortal — that is your success. All nature is your congratulation, and you have cause momentarily to bless yourself. The greatest gains and values are farthest from being appreciated. We easily come to doubt if they exist. We soon forget them. They are the highest reality. Perhaps the facts most astounding and most real are never communicated by man to man. The true harvest of my daily life is somewhat as intangible and indescribable as the tints of morning or evening. It is a little star-dust caught, a segment of the rainbow which I have clutched.

advancing in the direction of your dreams:

I learned this, at least, by my experiment: that if one advances confidently in the direction of his dreams, and endeavors to live the life which he has imagined, he will meet with a success unexpected in common hours. He will put some things behind, will pass an invisible boundary; new, universal, and more liberal laws will begin to establish themselves around and within him; or the old laws be expanded, and interpreted in his favor in a more liberal sense, and he will live with the license of a higher order of beings. In proportion as he simplifies his life, the laws of the universe will appear less complex, and solitude will not be solitude, nor poverty poverty, nor weakness weakness. If you have built castles in the air, your work need not be lost; that is where they should be. Now put the foundations under them.

on confusing productivity with purposefulness:

The really efficient laborer will be found not to crowd his day with work, but will saunter to his task surrounded by a wide halo of ease and leisure. There will be a wide margin for relaxation to his day. He is only earnest to secure the kernels of time, and does not exaggerate the value of the husk. Why should the hen set all day? She can lay but one egg, and besides she will not have picked up materials for a new one. Those who work much do not work hard.

the spiritual practice of walking:

I have met with but one or two persons in the course of my life who understood the art of Walking, that is, of taking walks — who had a genius, so to speak, for sauntering, which word is beautifully derived “from idle people who roved about the country, in the Middle Ages, and asked charity, under pretense of going a la Sainte Terre, to the Holy Land, till the children exclaimed, “There goes a Sainte-Terrer,” a Saunterer, a Holy-Lander. They who never go to the Holy Land in their walks, as they pretend, are indeed mere idlers and vagabonds; but they who do go there are saunterers in the good sense, such as I mean. Some, however, would derive the word from sans terre, without land or a home, which, therefore, in the good sense, will mean, having no particular home, but equally at home everywhere. For this is the secret of successful sauntering. He who sits still in a house all the time may be the greatest vagrant of all; but the saunterer, in the good sense, is no more vagrant than the meandering river, which is all the while sedulously seeking the shortest course to the sea.

The Hospitality of Marriage: Loving Like It’s New – Grace Table

When I hang his shirts next to mine in the closet, there are surf brands, the same ones he wore when he had hair bleached white by the sun and waves. When his skin was tan and his mouth tasted like wintergreeen gum and saltwater. When I spread my beach towel with my arms wide and the tradewinds swooped down and lifted the corners from my fingertips like a magic carpet and I would nestle my body in hot white sand and lift my eyes to the sea and she would offer the lip of a wave for his surfboard and I’d see the arms I loved paddling into the white and blue horizon.Love was so easy then.

Source: The Hospitality of Marriage: Loving Like It’s New – Grace Table

Neuroscientists say multitasking literally drains the energy reserves of your brain 

why we need to take the time to have space in our lives – reading, writing, cooking or maybe just staring out the window (:

Does your morning routine consist of checking emails, browsing Facebook, downing coffee, heading to the train while Googling one last idea, checking notifications, more coffee, and going through your work email? The myriad activities crammed into your morning, and the constant switching between them, is likely making you very tired.When we attempt to multitask, we don’t actually do more than one activity at once, but quickly switch between them. And this switching is exhausting. It uses up oxygenated glucose in the brain, running down the same fuel that’s needed to focus on a task.

Source: Neuroscientists say multitasking literally drains the energy reserves of your brain — Quartz

4 ways to being a better friend

It’s been a while since I posted articles I’ve been reading, but decided to do more sharing on this blog. So here’s from Ann Voskamp:

1. People are the Priority:

What’s more of a priority than a person? 

2. Live Maskless:

Bare your faults and the foibles and messy laundry room. The only way to see into another soul — is to be transparent yourself.

3. Speak Life:

Share freely of your feelings because this may just free us  — of the prisons of protection we’ve bound ourselves in.

Only speak words that make souls stronger — and speak ill of no one and well of everyone. 

4. Get together:

Put on the kettle. Set an extra plate at the table. Call her and ask her if she wants to go for walk. Write a letter. Pick up the phone.

5 small ways to make a meaningful difference in the world

Read full article at Modern Mrs. Darcy. 

1. Ask an unscripted question. This simple strategy lets people be people: not cogs in a machine, not problems to be solved. His examples are simple, straightforward: “Where did you grow up? What made you move to Boston? Did you watch last night’s Red Sox game?”

As a bonus, you may find out delightfully surprising intel, as Gawande did, when he found that a quiet, buttoned-down nurse had once dated Jimi Hendrix.

(This reminded me so much of Whole 9’s Great Social Experiment, where their stress-busting assignment was to ask an unscripted question every day for 30 days.)

2. Don’t complain. It’s boring, it doesn’t solve anything, and it just gets you down (along with everyone else within earshot).

You don’t have to be Pollyanna: just be ready to talk about something, anything else than your latest tale of woe.

3. Count something. Gawande says it doesn’t matter what you count, as long as it’s something that interests you.

(For medical professionals, sometimes counting isn’t just an interesting experiment, it’s a matter of life and death: we’ve all heard the horror stories about how a surgical patient got stitched back up with a sponge or scalpel still inside him. A simple accounting can prevent these grievous mistakes.)

Gawande insists that “if you count something interesting, you will learn something interesting.”

(This reminds me of “you get what you measure.”)

4. Write something. Gawande says: “It makes no difference whether you write five paragraphs for a blog, a paper for a professional journal, or a poem for a reading group. Just write.”

Perhaps your writing makes a contribution to the world—and if so, that’s wonderful. But the act of writing itself is good for you. Writing forces you to articulate your thoughts, to reflect on a problem or experience, to step back and take a needed look at the big picture.

5. Change. Don’t be a stick in the mud, unwilling to adopt new ideas or technologies, defensive about the way you’ve always done things.

Medicine—and life—are full of uncertainty. Don’t embrace every new trend that comes along, but remain open to the idea that there’s a better way to do things: new methods, new technologies, new paradigms. And when you encounter one of them, embrace it.

 

 

“The Heron” by Sarah Bessey

I have been feeling creatively empty. It’s a combination of a few things that are real: the baby won’t sleep, I have four children and there aren’t enough hours in the day for everything to get done, I have obligations and duties and work and requirements demanding all of my attention and my time just like everyone else – trust me, I’m no special snowflake.

But it’s also the unreal, the unseen, the you-feel-it-but-can’t-say-it of times of creative quiet: I’m empty and I’m tired, I have nothing from which to pull the water out of the well, there isn’t a bucket or a scooper and even if I could find one, I suspicion that there isn’t much in the bottom of this old well right now. I hope it’s not death, I hope it’s gestation of winter sleep but whatever it is, I’m feeling the failure of it, the loneliness of it. I’m unable to write and this inability is both an indictment and a fear.

What if I never write again? What if this is it and my time of creativity is gone? What if I’ve lost my voice and my passion? What if I am being submerged and sucked under by a tidal wave of obligation and regular life? diapers and meals, breastfeeding and navigating preteen dramas, spreadsheets and budgets, phone calls and toilet scrubbing, and good gracious how are these laundry bins full again? how is that conducive with a life of the spirit and a baptized imagination and a hankering for goodness and the mind embodied in ways of, well, even art?

Read the full article here. 

Kranji: Singapore’s secret backyard – CNN.com

Singapore made it onto CNN! 😀

Kranji, Singapore (CNN)

In a country that measures just 30 miles across, what do you do if you want to get away from it all?Singapore’s answer to the Argentinian pampas or the U.S. prairies is in the northwest corner of the island, as distant as it’s possible to get from the city center’s towering skyscrapers and statement architecture.Kranji is home to a patchwork of farms that look as much to the future as to Singapore’s rural past, and promise a surprise around every corner.Looking for anything from orchids to crocodiles, beansprouts to goats?Kranji has it covered.The farms themselves are half hidden by the jungle, and mostly tiny, as befits their location on the edge of a city state.In a world where agriculture is supersizing in pursuit of profit, Kranji’s farms look like the work of hobbyists — but most are in fact thriving businesses.

Source: Kranji: Singapore’s secret backyard – CNN.com

5 Courageous Things You Can Do On the Darkest Days | life{in}grace

Just discovered an amazing blogger, Edie Wadsworth. Read more below!

We had our boy this weekend which meant it was legos and books and golf cart rides and running and screaming through the house all the live long day.  The best kind of chaos in my humble opinion.

It also meant that I took a much needed weekend break from internet world.

Don’t worry, it was screaming at me when I woke up out of the blue at 3am.  I was missing my boy.  I couldn’t sleep so I scrolled through the newsfeed— more awful stories, the worst horrific tragedies, more terror, more death, so much hate.

It’s easy on mornings like today to become paralyzed by it all.

The world is dark.  Sometimes it’s so hard to know what to do with this gift of today. Is it even a gift, after all?

Source: 5 Courageous Things You Can Do On the Darkest Days | life{in}grace

christmas poem

There has been so much noise all day
voices barking in tongues foreign
to my ear
feet and hooves on
cobblestone
dirt and woodsmoke
the bleating of a hundred sheep
a fierce whistle laced with spittle

There has been so much pain all day
My feet
they are swollen and crusted with
sand and dirt
My hips, they feel unhinged and raw
each step of the donkey sending waves of
awareness to every angle of
bone and sinew

There has been so much confusion all day
muddled directions
shrugging shoulders
dismissive glances
all because we don’t belong
and are a burden
Two, among thousands

My pendulous belly
rolls like a wave
but They don’t see it
They aren’t looking at me
even though I am lit from within
I grab the arm of my betrothed
with the strength of gods
crescent moons rising in the wake of my grip
I relax

We must find shelter, though, for
I am bursting and splitting at the seams
There is something of the ancients
bearing down upon my being
and I am going to break apart
I taste iron

In one desperate arching
I fall into the bed of a beast
It scratches and envelops
and smells like the earth
and I feel, at once, safe and scared
Who am I anymore?
What am I becoming?
I swell with Heaven’s promise yet
I am broken and tear-stained
This was not how I thought it would be
Why isn’t anyone telling me not to be afraid now?

It is in the moment of greatest strain that
I see it
The hopes and fears of all the years
All that any of us carry
just below our skin

When all that was and is and
all that hopes to be
rips
The night bleeds into starlight
Then, fists clench and there is a wail
and I lift Glory to my breast

Yes
I remember Him
I remember now

by Holly Grantham at SheLoves