Wednesday, October 31, 2007

Blog entry for the end of the month.

Me and my mom in Oregon at her house.

The end of October and the beginning of something new. The continuation of something. It’s all scary and new and different and wonderful. Do you know how scary it is to simplify your life? To look at your things – let me personalize this – Do you know how scary it is to look at my things, to visualize my life and realize I don’t need any of this stuff? I have crates and boxes and bags and suitcases full of my life, things I may never look at again. I don’t use it, I can hardly remember I have it, yet it doesn’t disappear.

The last two weeks have been busy. Not in the sense of rushing around doing things, although that’s been happening too, but in the sense of mental activity. I’ve been doing my best to not think, however, with my mind, it’s like telling a sumo wrestler not to eat. A big decision on my mind when I came up to Oregon was where I wanted to stay this winter. Should I stay or should I go? Kept running through my brain, just like the song. Being back in Eugene felt like being home – I lucked out with the weather, and everyone, everything was beautiful. I never realized how many beautiful people live in Eugene – there must be a vortex there – and how many cool businesses are there as well.

My family is also in Eugene. I love my family, but I cannot live with them. It’s something about excess – whenever I’m home I eat too much, buy too much, and stop doing whatever healthy exercises I’ve taken up. In fact, there’s not really room for me at home, a sign to me to freaking make up my mind!

Fortunately, I got a call from Yosemite, telling me I have a job this winter staffing events at the Wellness center for employees, which means I’ll get to know the cool people who choose to spend their lives here in the Park. This turned the tide, and I turned my energy towards a cold, wet, dark winter in a National park with people I’ve just met.

Hmm, that doesn’t sound like such a bright future.

I’m living in a National Park this winter. I’m living in a supportive, enthusiastic community and I’m excited to get to know the people who work here year-round. I think I will eventually end up with Eugene as my home base, but until I’m ready to truly settle, I’m in exploration mode, of myself and my environment. How exciting is that?

What I really plan to work on this winter is myself. (I almost said my knitting projects). I will have a space to meditate and be intertwined with a group of people who make this a part of their daily lives, something I’m learning to do oh-so slowly.

And, I’ll have time to design knit projects, since I’ll only be working part-time. How cool is that?

Things I have to admit to: These are things I figured out during my meditation retreat.

I don’t want to write for money – it clouds my mind and changes my motivation. I write for self-exploration and for my own enjoyment, but not to please anyone else.

And…

I climb for the same reasons of self-exploration and enjoyment, and until I can keep them foremost in my mind instead of satisfying my ego, I’m not climbing either. Unless I’m invited out for a leisurely day…who knows.

I’m going to let things happen. I will not force things; I’m not going to demand or make goals or do anything of the sort. I will let life happen to me, and take the routes presented to me, and be happy.

Be happy! That is the key.

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

"Be happy! That is the key."
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Wouldn't it be funny if you crossed a burning desert, scaled a topless mountain, & ascended to the greatest peak to find a monastery? Once there, you await for weeks a conference with the head monk; a wise old man with a 200 year-old beard and a penchant for long flowing robes. Breathless with anticipation, you ask the age-old question about the meaning of life.

Or, just as useful, I could cross the distance between our cabins, ascend the steps, & find my friend on her laptop. Once there, I would wait for you to finish blogging, and then ask you the same question; a wise young woman with a no hair and a penchant for bright knitted caps and short colorful skirts.

Am I lucky or what?