Happy Accident

Someone said something to me the other day that has been slowly sinking into meaning. She said "I just treat it like everything is an accident and then I can't really get angry about it."

This was in reference to a person who is difficult and highly irritating at times. I kind of like that approach in a way, because there are a huge host of reasons why is person is the way they are and many of the challenging situations they create are an accident. They don't set out with an intention to be irritating and difficult, things just sort of turn out that way.

Then again, a lot of us have done a great amount of personal work to be the sort of people who don't create this sort of energy around us anymore. I used to be the sort of person who people would have to treat like the above person, but I just worked very hard and decided to be a person who is responsible for their own emotional state and looks out for others as well. Not that I always succeed mind you! But I don't think people could say about me "oh just treat her like everything she does is an accident so you don't have to get mad" anymore.

Anyhow, so there's a part of me that's like "Hey! We did all this work! You have to do it too!!!" But that's not true. There isn't, unfortunately maybe, a rule that says everyone has to be honest and responsible and compassionate and empathetic and listen to others and help others and all that stuff. We aren't forced to get therapy and do self work by the government, and hey, the free will thing? I kind of like that. So I wouldn't trade it.

I do wish that people would be self-observant rather than self-absorbed. I'd like it if people would actually listen to what others are saying instead of just hearing what they want to hear, or what they need to hear in order to maintain their skewed perception of life as it doesn't do anyone any favors. It'd be pretty great if people would be as interested in others as they are in themselves. As defensive and aware of others and their emotions as they are of themselves and their own.

I had a dream Sunday night that I was visiting and assisting this amazing Hawaiian shaman. He was BIG and Polynesian looking and wearing this lovely aloha print sarong and beads and flowers in his hair. We were talking in Hawaiian to each other and doing some crazy witch doctor type stuff to this man who had come for healing. Like mixing red clay in spring water and smearing it on his forehead and spitting rum at him and brushing his skin with feathers. It was very odd, but I had a cheerful sort of laugh going on about it.

Maybe the Hawaiian shaman is an ancestor coming to help me take my lomi lomi workshop in May. That'd be fun! Nice to know I have good souls supporting me on this. He was so jolly and kind of menacingly cheerful, but in a tricky, playful sort of coyote/Loki way. figures. ;)

I've always had a fondness for trickster gods.

Strangely enough yesterday I went to the bookshop to pick up my required reading for the workshop, a book called Urban Shaman by Serge Kahlili King, and the subtitle is "A handbook for personal and planetary transformation based on the Hawaiian way of the adventurer."

See, back when I started researching lomi lomi when I was in massage school I knew that I would someday study it and that it would mean a lot, but the time wasn't right yet. Now is the right time. I wanted there to be a workshop, so I tracked down Suzanne Blackburn online, took me a while, and contacted her and she set one up! Then I was researching where to stay in Yarmouth Maine since that's where the workshop is, and my mom's good friend lives in Yarmouth and is putting me up for all four nights for free! It is all falling into place, as it always does when I'm on the right path. And, now I have my guide too. :)

Thank you crazy lovely Hawaiian dream shaman!

Funkytimes

I think I kind of WANT to be in a funk right now.

There are about 3000 things I could do to cheer up and have more energy, but there's something in me that is kind of enjoying feeling grumpy and tired and bored.

I think it's just the end of winter blues. I'm actually pretty okay with it. Yesterday I was in such a state that I played video games for like 4 hours. I wanted to feel guilty about wasting that time, but I didn't. I think it's okay to let yourself just feel grumpy and bored and unmotivated every now and then. I'll get sick of it by next week and be back to my old self. The upcoming weekend off will be good, as will a good visit home, Grandma, and my parents.

Happiness is a daily choice and seems like lately I just want to choose BLAH. I'm okay with that, for now. ;)

The Inch Between You and I

I feel life very keenly right now.
It's that feeling that used to be so overwhelming for me. Feeling like I am absurdly connected to everyone around me. Like there is no difference between their body and my body. That am at once purely me and purely them.

I love this feeling. It reminds me of my grandfather. He wrote to me "the mind is singulare tantum, a thing of which only one exists in the universe".

I miss him, but I never feel without him. We are the same mind. You are my mind and I am your mind. Just like Spock. And because of this truth, I can share this feeling with you. At least I'd like to, if that's what you're into. ;)

News!

I am now practicing at OM (Oriental Medicine) in Cambridge every Wednesday from 2-8pm. :)

It's a soothing space right near Mount Auburn Cemetery and a cute little bakery/cafe called Sofra.

Contact me to make an appointment: emily@mindbodyintuition.com

Visit these sites for more info:
www.omedicine.net
www.mountauburn.org
www.sofrabakery.com