The Arborist

I just had such a radiant example of projection of another – projecting all my fear, confusion and “not finding words” on him. He is an arborist – he climbs trees and cut away what is needed, with love.
I asked for 5 different arborists to make an offer, and this guy answered first, in a very clumsy way – only a few words on my cellphone. The horrible energy I felt, I was certain I picked up from him. 1) I went directly into enemy/victim mode – BUT I was aware of it and gave thanks for it. I worked most of the first night melting my usual automatic fearful experience – knowing that it was my perception of him that created this.
Next day the fear was changed in a way – he was no longer seen as an actual threat – now it was impossible to get a clear answer from him on my phone if I could have a written contract. He omitted answering the request again and again – and then told me he was dyslectic. I immediately supported him by sharing how I recognized all the troubles he must have had – and that lightened the connection remarkably.
Then I was in agony one more night – since now the mind brooded about that he was volatile and would fall into attack or strange ways of relating.( I have had A LOT of encounters with these kind of men in my childhood and youth – so no wonder!)
I held onto acknowledging how I felt AND looking beyond it, and blessed the space around us and between us. LOTS of blessing:)
In the morning I called him again to set up an appointment for him to come and look at the huge Beech I have in my garden. Beeches are very rare in Norway! I am the proud owner ( or friend) of her beauty. But last year she has grown TREMENDOUSLY in all directions ( hmm just like me :)) and she needs some “pruning” to get more air.
His voice was quite different. Deeper, much more space inside him. Patient now. We both spoke differently. And as he before had complained about having FAR too little time to come and look, now he said he could come at once.
So he came. He was tall and beautiful. I told him what I wanted, and he listened. And said: ” I want to give her what SHE needs and wants. What is best for HER.”And I started to cry from happiness, and the Beech was VERY happy, radiantly happy.
We smiled to each other, and I told him if it had not been for the Corona, I had been hugging him crazy right now.
And oh how wonderful it feels to know that whatever I think belongs to others of the old attack/victim pattern, and judge, is part of my soul  – now to be melted with love and release in the One mind

Good Company

Since the Corona arrived, in Norway we very fast realized that we might starve to death and after we had bough ut all the toilet paper we bought seeds.

I dug up quite some beds in my garden and planted lots of seeds inside in March. Mostly tomato seeds. I had trust and planted two seeds in a big pot for what I was certain to be a formidable grand bush of tomatoes.
In one month it grew to the two first tiny leaves – and there it stopped. It stem never grew thicker than a sowing thread. Then it withered. And so it went with the others too .

Then after 2 months of this I decided to toughen in up and let it stay outside all the time.That helped – it now grew up more robust, but still max 1/2 cm tall.

That lasted until three days ago, when I asked both plants – in their big pots – what was wrong. At once they started to wail, and one of them said with a low voice ” we’re lonely. We need company!”

I felt ashamed but happy that they were so straightforward. And I promptly placed them in my mint bed with roots from here to China.
Two days later one has sprouted new leaves and smiles at me – the other seems a bit crippled but we will see what happens now when he is in a loving environment.

Smiling and playing music for plants

In a spiritual group recently I posted this:

Deepening practice week 8: I made an intention to SMILE AT PLANTS.

IT FEELS WONDERFUL. I smile a lot now, and of course they smile right back.

Today, I received this:

Next week, Barcelona’s Liceu opera house will emerge from its lockdown-induced siesta by throwing a concert to a rather unusual audience. The attendees will not need masks or gloves, nor will they be required to follow physical distancing rules.

However, they might like to take along a nice comfy pot and some water to prevent their roots from drying out as a string quartet serenades them, fittingly, with Puccini’s Crisantemi (Chrysanthemums).

A total of 2,292 plants will occupy the venue’s seats and listen to the opera house’s first post-lockdown concert when it reopens next Monday. Non-vegetal music fans will also be able to enjoy the performance as it will be live-streamed.

According to the Liceu’s artistic director Víctor García de Gomar, the Concert for the Biocene, played the by Uceli quartet, is intended to help us ponder the current state of the human condition and how, in lockdown, we have become “an audience deprived of the possibility of being an audience”.

For Eugenio Ampudia, the conceptual artist behind the concert, the project will serve to reflect what has happened across Spain and around the world as the COVID-19 pandemic has forced people to retreat from shared public areas.

“At a time when an important part of humankind has shut itself up in enclosed spaces and been obliged to relinquish movement, nature has crept forward to occupy the spaces we have ceded,” said Ampudia.

After the concert, the plants will find themselves in a new home, with each one of them being donated to 2,292 health workers as thank you for their efforts over recent months.

 

Jubilation Springer

This is a Jubilation springer – in case you wondered

it is about 10 cm tall.

I found this sprig in the wood lately – and thought “how marvelous Nature is, to do this peculiar almost circle-bough.” So I brought it home, hoping that it would be made into something creative and playful.

And it did! yesterday!

You see, I am an artist – and I wither if I can’t express myself with art and playfulness. For some reason I have not been able to express myself in  visual arts for almost 2 years –  but yesterday night, I heard  the bough call me from downstairs when i was going to bed and I followed the impulse.

I took 2 grams of clay and made his snout, open – and glued on two black pearls as eyes. A red fringe for some reason lay of my desk, so I glued it to his head – and a bit to his tail. Gave it some color, and there he was.

And here he is ♥

 

The Pomodoro technique

The last days, I have experienced former calm and mellow people exploding. This is I believe the effect of the collective pressure of the Corona – the not knowing, the fricken map is upside down, nothing is “as usual.” I usually have a period between 3pm-6pm where my energy gets wildly chaotic with urges to DO something – and there is nothing we can DO to change what is.
But I CAN relate to that stress period differently.
My daughter just told me about a method called the Pomodoro – after the round tomato-timer. The technique is this:
 
Choose a task to be accomplished.
Set the Pomodoro to 25 minutes (the Pomodoro is the timer)
Work on the task until the Pomodoro rings, then put a check on your sheet of paper
Take a short break (5 minutes is OK)
Every 4 Pomodoros take a longer break
 
That “longer break” is usually on the order of 15-30 minutes, whatever it takes to make you feel recharged and ready to start another 25-minute work session. Repeat that process a few times over the course of a workday, and you actually get a lot accomplished—and took plenty of breaks to grab a cup of coffee or refill your water bottle in the process.
 
I have shortened the method here – since my aim is to share what I will do when the noia hits me and flattens me. Now I will use the timer – I will do something else than sitting down and agonizing, if only for five minutes.
This give me a completely different lever on the situation: now I have the timer to help me feel that I CHOOSE to leave the heavy collective imprint. And as soon as I am the chooser, I am not invadeable anymore 🙂
 

Blackbird

 

Latest fun synchronicity.

I wrote a poem in my flash-poetry group.  The form is called ‘Specular’, after the Latin for a ‘mirror’, because the second half of the poem uses the same lines as the first, but in reverse order, as if the whole thing is looking back at itself in a mirror.

SPRINGSONG
 

When you don’t know where to go and what to do
sit down and do nothing.
Breathe the calm unfluttering air
and watch the blackbird sucking it all in and swallow it.
Then allow the song to be exhaled in a musical way

while you look at a little boy
and watch the happy dog running over the green green field
then get up and breathe that song back inside
you did a great job indeed,
tell yourself that you did a great job
breathing that joyful song out

Breathing that joyful song out
tell yourself that you did a great job
you did a great job indeed,
then get up and breathe that song back inside
and watch the happy dog running over the green green field
while you look at a little boy

Then allow the song to be exhaled in a musical way
and watch the blackbird sucking it all in and swallow it.
Breathe the calm unfluttering air
sit down and do nothing.
When you don’t know where to go and what to do

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You will notice that a blackbird stars in it. And the fun thing is, last week i took a hike in the nearest wood. It is a circular trip, I can choose which way I want to.  Just as I was about to leave the main dirt-trail and enter the wood, I spotted this black wonder.

The Blackbird is my favorite singer in the whole wide world – no-one touches my heart like it. And now it was just 2 meters away. I sneaked my cellphone up, and the minute I clicked the camera, she flew away.

Yesterday, one week later, same day, I walked the same path – but the opposite direction – just like the poem. And now, as I was exiting the wood, at the exact same place, by the exact same spruce, she was there again. This time I prayed to the god of blackbirds and managed to take a photo.

 

LUGGAGE

I am celebrating! I had a dream where losing my luggage  brought nothing but indifference – and then relief!

It had likely been stolen – and I hadn’t notice before today when I was returning. I did not fuss about what worthables  I might have lost – I did not give it a thought ! ahhhhhh – and I just put on whatever garment I had left to cover my body going home on public transportation. It was VERY casual to put it mildly

This “i don’t give a fig” – I can’t tell you how utterly freeing it felt

Lost and Found

Some days ago I posted about losing my hearing aid,and looking everywhere One minute ago, I rose up with determination and repeated: I WILL find my hearing aid now, with love and gratitude.” I went directly to my coats in the wardrobe and searched through the pockets I have searched through at least 10 times before. On my third affirmation I sensed the little box in the pocket of a jacket.
Thank you for showing me the power of my full choice and determination

Healing Slide – and Swallow-play

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=HE89f600ETA
I did something I was very scared of doing today:  please see video “Healing Slide.”

The program says: “The Healing Slide is intended to cure us from certainty and security. This is one of doctor Carsten Höller’s creations at the Henie Onstad Museum, “The Slide produces a sense of loss of control and an opportunity”, as he says himself, “to experience an emotional state that is a unique condition somewhere between delight and madness.”

It took some time before I pluck up my courage, as I was terribly afraid – but I did it!  and he is quite right – “state between pleasure and madness” is right. When I reached the other end, my brain convinced me that I had twisted around at least three – four times – but it was just one long turn. And what happened in the brain was amazing to me  – and it was probably also contributing that I was terribly afraid  and ignored the fear 🙂 🙂 :).

I felt 20 kilos lighter afterwards. I felt very proud and happy! And you know what – I have not seen swallows in 10 years at least – I’ve missed them so much! – and when I got out of the museum and walked down the big green fields, there were 5 swallows there – and they had so much fun: they flew ca 30 cm above the ground ,and flew into figure eight and big circles around me and I just stood there and  tears flowed

 

Today a little adorable craziness

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