Today on the Summer Blog Challenge asks us: What is the best ME time, best ME day?
This is a simple yet tough question to answer without sounding trite or condescending.
I could write a fantasy JULIE day, but that doesn’t serve me, I don’t think, so instead I will share several different ways I would share my ME day.
I would turn off all connections. No internet, no telephone, no tugging on skirts or tapping on shoulders. I could be anywhere to do this.
I would have books, notebook, camera, perhaps my calendar. I would have art supplies for my current projects right at my fingertips, all set up and ready for me to slide into place.
I would have radioswissclassic or perhaps, since I am unhooked from the internet, I would have classical music from a recording, if I felt the need for any music besides birds and the wind.
Now, lacking a fantasty day like that, I would love to share a snippet of perfect me day that happened yesterday. It lasted only about thirty minutes, but the energy from taking this tiny little mini-retreat definitely carried me forward all day long:
I'm sitting under a pine tree in Panorama park along the bluffs in Bakersfield. To some this view is questionable. To me, it is as my now twenty year old daughter says, "Sometimes you have to admit it, Bakersfield is beautiful."
It is June and the air feels crisp. In Bakersfield.
A chubby squirrel sits on the edge of the bluff. I lift my camera and he disappears. After we go through this ritual several times, I notice his tail is shorter than usual. I wonder about his injury – and how he copes with it on a routine day.
Even though I chose for unknown reasons to wear a white girly blouse I found myself crawling under this tree to get a photo of a heart stone, waving at me from a dappled spot of life amidst shadow. It was compelling me to get a halfway decent shot!
Now the same rock is completely in shadow and its neighbor rock is digging into my butt through the denim of my jeans. I wiggle off it.
I sit, silently, and listen to the silence. It isn’t completely silent, ofcourse, but my attention makes everything so clear. I notice a bird on the pine tree next to me. She had a long, slim beak, sort of plain grey black feathers. She looked like a hummingbird, but I had never seen one sit still like that and I certainly didn’t think that strange bird sound could come from something commonly called “hummingbird.”
When the bird takes off, I see she is, in fact, a hummingbird. The name doesn’t mean her voice is extraordinary, I guess. It just means her flight is a hummmmm. Or something like that.
A branch from the tree hugs my eyes as if to say "Thank you for paying attention. Thank you for seeing us so clearly."
I find myself in tears. My tears are soft, easy to brush away at first, until the slow trickle turns into a storm of gratitude and wonder.
This is my life. I love it.
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© 2012 by Julie Jordan Scott
Julie Jordan Scott has been a Life & Creativity Coach, Writer, Facilitator and Teleclass Leader since 1999. She is also an award winning Actor, Director, Artist and Mother Extraordinaire. She was twice the StoryTelling Slam champion in Bakersfield. She leads Writing Camp with JJS & this Summer will be traveling throughout the US to bring this unique, fun filled creative experience to the people wherever she finds the passion & the interest.
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