Keep Doing Just One Thing

Everything is connected. At least, theoretically.

And even if it isn’t, I can pretend (or assume) that within the world of me and my me-ness:

Connections are everywhere.

This comes in handy whenever things get overwhelming. Or when my to-do list is seventeen million miles long!

Look at the garden.

It’s a beautiful garden. It’s the place where all my projects, hopes, possibilities, things that might happen and gwishes are growing.

But there are way more things growing in this space than I could ever possibly tend to.

Sometimes it seems like there isn’t any point in taking care of any of these flowers, when taking care of one means abandoning all the others.

Here’s what happens.

I just decide.

Every time I lovingly, intentionally do one caring thing for one flower, something about that act and the process is secretly working to nurture and support the other ones.

Or you know what? Even when I do a sloppy, half-assed thing to care for one flower. It still counts.

And so I keep doing just one thing.

Any thing at all, really. Just one thing.

Today I will not be able to accomplish the shocking number of things that need and want doing.

But each piece will count. And somehow it is helping the entire garden.

So I don’t have to do everything.

Even though the urgency monsters say that actually I do.

One thing at a time.

Each thing activating, untangling, supporting and helping all the other things.
Even if I can’t see it or feel it. Even if it’s underground.

I’m going to let the fractal flowers do the real work, and I will do what I can, in the way that I can. Trying to trust that every piece counts.


"Just living is not enough," said the butterfly.
"One must have sunshine, freedom, and a little flower."
~~ Hans Christian Andersen

Botanical Gardens, Sydney Australia.

 

Company Facebook Posts

I look after the Facebook Page for the organisation I work for - Chain Reaction Foundation and below are a sample of the type of posts I am posting daily.

 

It is quite therapeutic finding this images and words on the net.

I am not by any means a Facebook fan but I am finding these posts are generating quite a bit of interest in our page and thus our organisation.

“What a curious power words have.”
~~ Tadeusz Borowski  

Journey of Life

We, as human beings, have this extraordinary ability to be both rooted and flowing at the same time. On this journey of life, we are gifted with all the happenings we require to allow us to experience the high highs, low lows and everything in between. And I suppose we need it all; the moments of fear to motivate, the sadness to appreciate the happy, the second chances to create new beginnings, and the feelings of unexplainable bliss to remind us of what we aim to be.  

For me, the real beauty lies in learning to accept every last one of these moments; valuing the pleasant and the uncomfortable all the same. It’s about seeing the blessing in our unique capacity as human beings to feel everything so deeply, and to never stop allowing life to be our greatest teacher. 

The more I surrender to the ebb and flow of this beautiful journey, the more ease I feel in knowing that everything will always unfold exactly as it should; there really is no other way.  

As I reflect back, it becomes so obvious that within every instance of suffering was a tiny seed planted to cultivate an inner strength that I, myself, would never have believed existed. I can appreciate that my plethora of past regrets were actually part of a process to make me softer and wiser. And how, even the most intense heartache of my life, one that at the time felt like the worst torture on earth, was somehow exactly what I needed to help me understand the joy of what it means to truly love myself first. 

In all its irony, I believe that I was destined to hit “rock bottom”, that there were a whole host of things down there I that I didn’t even know I needed to find.

“Though the road's been rocky it sure feels good to me.”
~~Bob Marley 

Had a delightful holiday in France in September 2016, here I am barging in Lyon