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The Final Five Minute Friday of 2012: Wonder... Which Direction to Go?

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Words from my five minutes on....

WONDER

Wonder.

I have absolutely no idea what direction to go.

And that makes me want to cry because it mirrors much of my life lately. I want to be in a space of wonder like I have been in the past, but it seems like since I have been dealing with the melanoma I have lost the capacity for wonder.

I’m trying so hard to be a good mother, a good friend, a contributor to my community, but somehow every day I feel like my wound is growing deeper, both physically and metaphorically.

I wish I could look at my scar/wound with wonder, but fear sits on top of my ear, gazing down at my wound as it isn’t healing correctly so says my doctor. The spot where the melanoma lived the deepest in my face has had some “stitch malfunction” a very medical term and now there is an amoeba looking spot on my wound that changes almost daily.

I was told three weeks ago we would wait for six to eight weeks and then look again, if there isn’t improvement, more surgery will be needed.

More surgery.

I could so easily spout trite stuff here. Part of me feels really guilty for not being able to leap into the bible verses like I used to, you know Romans 8:28 and all that, but I wonder how on earth I am supposed to see the good in this right now?

I hear about cancer survivors who are so enrapt with life afterwards, but perhaps it is because I still feel like I am in limbo that I just can’t manage it anymore. I just can’t do it.

I want to be in a space of wonder, it is Christmas time. I need to be able to “perform” as if wonder is surrounding  me or even nod to wonder. I think I pull it off in front of the kids most of the time, but just now I’ve been sitting here typing away sobbing with my face as still as possible and the salt just stuck to my eyeballs because I don’t want my daughter, who is having her own personal tough time, to know how bad I am feeling.

I’m a few minutes over, but I suppose one moment of wonder in the past week was when I was feeling so alone and God reached out and put his arm around me and reminded me he is my heavenly father all the time. He partners with me on my projects, he shines the flashlight when I can’t see.

He will show me the way back to wonder.

TIMER sang four minutes ago. I needed to wipe my eyes and blow my nose.

Once again, I’m done with my Friday Five ~ I'll look forward to seeing all you beloveds in 2013.

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1. Write for 5 minutes flat – no editing, no over thinking, no backtracking.
2. Link back here and invite others to join in.
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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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Inspiration in Taking Teeny Tiny Houses a Lot Tinier

I have long fancied the idea of teeny tiny houses.

The first teeny tiny houses I made honored Emily Dickinson. The next set  honored Virginia Woolf. I have been snatching up bird houses from thrift stores ever since.

These most recent two houses are houses… in general.

Houses for all women, especially the quirky, the giddy, those of us who sometimes sound like Pollyanna: you know, playing the Happy Game and things like that.

I just love these two little houses, so I took them up to the bluffs near my house and took some photos.

The larger of the two has two literary images on it: Anais Nin on the roof and then an image from the Raggedy Ann series written by Johnny Gruelle. His daughter, Marcella, inspired him to create the series and since my Grandmother was also named Marcella so I have taken Raggedy Annie as my “Every girl” or “Every woman”.

She was featured in the body of work I created for the art show “Silent All These Years” about 18 months ago.

I am so inspired by these little homes I want to put a teeny tiny house in my backyard for myself to serve as my studio and office.

Where has your creativity and art taken you today?

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Taking the Mind's Magic Carpet Ride: How to Take Control of Unconscious Meanderings of Your Brain

"The brain is wider than the sky."

Emily Dickinson

There is something that happens when the heart and mind collide and  then consciously choose to collaborate. Late last night I spoke with a dear friend. I implored him, saying as I put my hand on his head, above his ears, “Would you please get out of here all the time?”

He tortures himself by replaying the past, especially past mistakes.

My thoughts are about how to enjoy the sunset tomorrow while he is thinking about an error in judgment twenty-five years ago that is completely unfixable now.

Who do you suppose has a more satisfying life?

“We are so different,” I laughed to myself and cried a bit to him.

These words of Emily Dickinson speak to me of this: “The brain is wider than the sky.”

It is like our bodies climb on a magic carpet and cannot even begin to fathom the wonder that is within our brains, within our mind-heart.  Our mind understands and energizes the power of the creative process that longs to be accessed freely every hour of every day.

Your mind's energizing power wants to look at sunrises with you.

Your brain wants to discover a new solution to a compelling right now not ten years ago or with people who are long gone or thousands of miles away but right now“ problem.”

Your brain wants to help you remember names of that person you worked with at the county thirteen years ago and you just re-met and it wants you to remember the names of those committee members you only see once a month but are so important to your future.

This magical, wider than the sky mind deserves a bit of reverence, though. Listen, it doesn’t often collaborate until we quiet the unconscious meanderings of our amygdala. The amygdala  also known as the emotional center of our brains and also quite a knee-jerk sort of response place.

I would rather look down from my magic carpet and hug my amygdala and allow it to do its work in a conscious, centered, thoughtful way instead of blowing up like a volcano whenever I bump into a barrier. I don't want to waste my time and energy, especially those which are self created due to the past or the future which remember, we can not control.

Instead focus on what you can control: your thoughts and the direction they take.

1. The moment you notice your thoughts have slid off the magic carpet, tune into where you are standing. "I am standing at my desk in my home office. I feel the soles of my feet inside my walking shoes. I smell the cookies baking for the funeral later today. I feel a slight chill from the window to my left." Be where you are, completely.

2. It may sound trite, but think happy or grateful thoughts. This requires authenticity and please let go of comparison to others. Saying "I am grateful I am not a girl child in the wilderness in Afghanistan" doesn't count. Saying, "I am grateful for water coming out of my faucet, clear and drinkable. I am grateful for the way a freshly laundered sweatshirt feels against my skin. I am grateful I took the time to create some art yesterday." These fit. If you pay attention, you will physically feel the difference in your body.

3. Recreate the ruts in your brain by changing your thoughts before your nasty-brain-chemicals have a chance to shoo you into your habitual way of responding. Immediately upon noticing, list and think of 5 anythings. "Winnie-the-Pooh, Belle, Pollyanna, Tigger, Tinkerbell" (five characters from Disney Movies) "Deck the Halls, Silent Night, Santa Claus is Coming to Town, Oh, Holy Night, Jingle Bell Rock" five Christmas carols. These are not five bests or worst, they are random fives. Five midwest states. Five sorts of soups. Five places you have visited. Anything. It takes your mind instantly off and helps you climb back on your magic carpet.

Where is your magic carpet mind taking you today, right now?

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November 3 in Thanktober - Land: Grateful for Friendships Growing Deeper & Wider

This post is an entry for Thanktober, a Blog Celebration of Gratitude hosted by the Vagabond Studios. You may still join the festivities!

Here is my gratitude celebration for November 3, 2012.

I am grateful, so grateful, for the new connections and deepening friendships I have had for the past couple years.

I used to be so lonely here in Bakersfield, I thought there was no one here like me.

Now I feel surrounded by people “like me” and though we are not in the majority by any means, it is so awesome to not feel so darned lonely and just weird all the time. I love seeing how my daughters are so much more free to be themselves and how their friends are proudly who they are in every way.

I remember when I was a teen and was so afraid of being called a nerd or a geek or a “weird kid.” My children take it as a sign of recognition of being smart and creative.

I thought the only way anyone could be was to be athletic or in student government or both or be sought out by “those” people.

I always wonder when people are intimidated by me why the heck they are intimidated by me. I am completely unintimidating! Seriously. One of my now friends said she had been afraid to talk to me… this is a phenomenon I don’t understand.

I was never a cool kid though I would’ve liked to have been one.

Now I am just glad I am exactly how I am doing exactly what I do and have a crew of people who enjoy doing those things alongside me.

Today I did yoga for the first time in forever at a cool spot called The Hub. This yoga is different: it is not fitness center style aerobic style yoga, it was mindful “energy following thought” yoga. I worked my muscles, believe me, and now I have a whole set of tools to practice that don’t include doing downward facing dogs a bajillion times which I can’t do because of my facial surgery.

This is one simple example, but I could go on and on and on and on.

I am grateful to have people like me and people not like me in my circle of friends.

I am grateful to be missed when I don’t show up.

I am grateful people “keep up with what’s going on” with me on facebook.

And I am grateful to be able to laugh when people say inadvertently rude things to me and I am then able to turn it into a part of a performance.

I am grateful for you, reading this.

Hello White Canvas Monday - What is the Buzzer in Your Belly Blinking?

I woke up this morning with a buzzer in my belly blinking “Write, write, write!” so that is exactly what I did. I haven’t even roused the children yet, but I am sitting at my computer writing. Beside me there is a cup of coffee in a Zion National Park mug. My notebook rests nearby, pen at the ready, words I scribbled on the top like a question mark asking, “What shall we create next?”

To say I have been looking forward to today is an understatement.

Since Friday night I have been Octopus Mom – no, not OctoMom, but the Mom with eight legs which everyone is tugging on with their wants, needs, and desires. The only person without a leg to stand on, to swim with, to take care of business would be… me.

Today, all those leg grabbers will be launched into other tasks – things like school, work, their own to-do’s, so I get to focus on my White Canvas Monday to create where I feel called to create.

I did learn an important lesson this weekend: always have something going in my outdoor studio so that when I have a few minutes where no one is asking for something, I can take solace in the backyard to paint a few strokes or ponder something or perhaps add some primer.

I have had a wooden shelf sitting in my “to-do” pile and this weekend, it got completely painted. It isn’t a fancy paint job, but it is serviceable and ready to hang and instantly creates more space for me in my creative way station.

Art Every Day Month is upon us and this year I want to keep my finished projects out, so I may be inspired by them. The shelf is part of my prep. If I hadn’t been mindful of those few free moments where would my shelf be?

It would still be sitting in my “to-do” pile.

I think it helped save my mind this weekend and launch me into a whirlwind of creativity and productivity today.

Perhaps today is YOUR day to make a shift around how you think about your Monday.

What is the buzzer in your belly blinking?

 

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Four Weeks Later: Learning to Know What I Want & Where I Want to Go

Four weeks ago I was slightly nervous and busily nesting. I was cleaning and clearing my house, even before I was leaving for my melanoma surgery I was preparing to return.

I didn’t want to return to a messy house, I wanted to return to a warm enclave.

I wasn’t sure how long I would be away and I wasn’t exactly sure what I would encounter on my journey.

In this present moment my neck still aches a bit and right now, my right cheek, toward the bottom, is being particularly testy. It isn’t as if the pain is enough for pain killers, but it is enough to remind me.

My right cheek feels dense to my touch but there is no feeling at all within my cheek. It is as if my fingers are tracing a corpse that is my own skin.

Last night I was driving and tears stung my eyes as I wondered, “Will I ever feel a lover’s gentle touch on my cheek as he is about to kiss me ever, ever again?” Some of you may think, “Oh my gawd, you are alive. They got all the cancer, shut up and stop your adolescent fantasies.”

This imagined criticism jars me from that thinking.

I am not comfortable exposing my wound in public yet. There is still blackness there, though it is getting smaller each day. I don’t know what I expected, but there was a part of me in deep denial that this would take six months to heal. I thought I was special, somehow, and my healing would be faster.

I suppose all of us do.

We all think “I am different, I am unique, I am stronger than the rest of them,” when in actuality, we woke up in the recovery room same as everyone else, blinking our eyes and feeling slightly surprised it was over before noticing the numbness in our faces.

The birds still sing outside my window.

My son still plays video games in his room.

My daughter is still surly because I didn’t drive her to school this morning.

My eldest daughter is still in Scotland and I still miss her voice.

Nothing else has changed much. My tasks are still, primarily, the same.

I have let myself off the hook with some of my outside commitments, I am on the Theater Disabled List. My volunteer work has slowed.

I want to visit Yosemite.

I want to make more word-love art.

I want to write more stories, listen to more stories, tell more stories.

I want my loved ones to surprise me.

I want to surprise my loved ones.

I want tomorrow to be more exciting, emotionally, to me than today.

I want to be poised.

I want to love, I want to be loved, I want to see, hear, smell, taste and touch the Pacific Ocean at sunrise, the Sequoias at midnight, and visit more authors homes and graves throughout the world. I want to read and be read. I want to sing alone and with others. I want to become intimate with those people and experiences I am just beginning to come to know (including myself.)

I am here to continue. Again. And again. And again.

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This is my fourteenth  post (of 31!) for the October Ultimate Blog Challenge. Watch here for challenge posts which will include Writing Prompts, Writing Tips and General Life Tips and Essays.

  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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When Life Gives You Recovery Time and Oodles of Old Books that Will Never Be Read Again....

Remember that tired out, over-said saying:“When life gives you lemons, make lemonade”? I suppose we could say instead “When life gives you pumpkins, cook every delectable item you possibly can” or, in my case, “If life gives you melanoma and you need to remember to relax during recovery, see what you have around the house and make something….”

Which brings me to my primping this week.

When life gives you lots of old books that probably will not be read ever again, make them into painted flower roses that will be admired by many in the days, weeks and years to come.

Addendum: I received requests to create a how-to on these roses, so look for that next Wednesday. I'm off to dye some Laura Ingalls Wilder pages to make a bouquet for you and use to teach you the technique!

I had made other flowers, mostly flat ones, but once I saw roses I knew I had to try to make them. I call the "Word-Love Flowers"

I watched a bunch of you tube videos during my recovery and saw lots of different ways to make these and I put my own personal spin on them.

This is rough draft primping, I have to admit, but I will be back in the future to primp more! (This is my first time here!)

 

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Just a Glimpse of How My Friends Show What It Takes to Be Exceptional Friends

Today’s Autumn Blog Challenge Prompt – Perfect! Sept 26-How to be a good friend

I saw this prompt and a quiet smile crossed my face.

This week has been so abundant in good friends. Love personified crossed my path over and over and over again and now, I have a heart shaped scar to prove it. One of my friends saw my scar last night and said, “Who else would get a scar shaped like a heart but you? It is absolutely perfect!”

I was diagnosed with melanoma two weeks ago.

Last week, it was carefully removed from my face in the very able hands of a surgeon.

With my friends I formed “Team Nora” (the name I gave my melanoma) with each member of the team contributing to both my care but also the care and feeding of my children.

Here is a list of some of the ways they were not only good friends, but exactly what I needed… in no particular order.

1. They did my MomSchlep for me. They swooped in to pick up both Emma and Samuel and sometimes provided them after school love-and-care both during my surgery but also after my surgery when I was recovering.  Without complaint. This is my least favorite Mom duty and I was so grateful to be able to let it go.
2. They fed me. Late on Thursday night, I was cooked a feast of scrambled eggs and brussel sprouts. It was the most delectable meal I had eaten in the past decade. Well, at least in that moment. The primary ingredient? Love. I had homemade soup and challah bread delivered to me. Food Love says so much to an aching body.
3. They read me poetry because it was what I wanted.
4. They sat with me, quietly, while I slept.
5. They read my aftercare instructions and nagged me to stick with them.
6. They helped me with wound care.
7. They thought of me before anything or anyone else.
8. They took me on rides and understood when just driving around town wore me out, much more than I ever imagined.
9. Instead of saying “Let me know what I can do for you,” they offered suggestions. When I am sick or having a hard time, half the time I have no idea what I want.
10. They sat and waited while I had surgery and talked to the doctor on my behalf. Can you imagine? PLUS they attended and will attend follow up appointments so that I don’t miss anything. Sometimes when you are the patient it is hard to “get” everything. I am usually the advocate. It is beyond words wonderful to have people stand by me in advocacy.
11. Distant friends prayed. And added me to prayer lists. They sent good vibes, healing energy and one friend did distance Reiki for me and even though I don’t exactly know what that means, I am grateful to the generous outpouring.
12. Love overflowed. Bountifully. And continues to flow. I am blessed by people who are being SUCH good friends! 

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Accepting the Biopsy Dare: I absolutely will not let this "thing" stop me.

I sat at my computer this morning at first feeling very inspired and then my inspiration immediately dropped when I haphazardly poked around google and blahdy blah nothing very interesting and wasted a good hour of my prime time for creativity. Seriously! What was I thinking or obviously I had shut down into the NOT thinking mode.

I started to do some research, then, on online courses where I could get my master’s degree. I am a ridiculously good teacher and I am absolutely wasting my talent, which is very selfish of me.

Especially when I think about the biopsy I had yesterday.

I won’t know for a week if I have skin cancer or not, but I do know that I absolutely will not let my fear or worry get in the way of anymore good things in my life. It is as if this… on my paperwork they had a name for it I didn’t recognize –  neoplasm this dark pink growing polka dot on my skin has now become my biggest cheerleader, my biggest “get off your ass and get yourself out there more!” chant.

I posted on twitter yesterday that my circular band aid looks like it is winking at me, cheering me on.

I looked into the mirror just now and smiled and winked back: I accept that dare, face. I accept that dare, spirit. I accept that dare, beloved children of mine.

It feels so much better than worrying incessantly!

My mantra today is “I absolutely will not let fear or anxiety or not knowing the future stop me from accepting this dare to get my heart back to racing with glee, with productivity and with that passionate stamp that says, I am the passionate, the one and only Julie Jordan Scott and my job is so far from done so ever step must be for now and tomorrow’s now. I accept the dare.”

BloggyMoms September Blog Dare Prompt:

I absolutely will not...

 

 

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Blog Dare: How I'm Gearing Up for Fall

BlogDare: August 30 - How I'm gearing up for the Fall.

The prompt says August 30 but I am really writing on September 1.

Life has been like that lately. I intend for something and then life walks past me before I am able to lift myself from my chair. It isn’t the Bakersfield heat that is doing it, instead it is the way I have been holding on to stuff there is no need to hold onto.

I made a fascinating observation the other night.

I haven’t made any long term goals for myself since my brother died five years ago.

I had so much pain that year I guess part of its echo was “Don’t plan anything because life isn’t a forever thing anyway, you’re heart is going to be crushed consistently anyway and guess what, it is like John Lennon said, ‘Life is what happens when you’re busy making other plans.’”

My first book bore the title, “Don’t Let it Take Two Death Threats” and it told the story of my “escape” from a conventional lifestyle after two of my clients with severe schizophrenia threatened to kill me. I experienced more personal growth during that time than ever before but somehow I lost track of those lessons in some of my intervening years.

Back to the prompt: how I’m gearing up for the Fall –

I am using this week as a mini-home-based retreat to focus on clearing away old projects and making space for new projects. My eldest daughter is leaving for her semester at University of Edinburgh in Scotland tomorrow, so everything will instantly be simplified.

That is the biggest thing I am doing right now to gear up for the Fall: I am stepping back and looking forward at the same time. I am not letting it take two death threats or the anxiety of skin cancer or anything else for that matter get in the way of my primary mission – being a part of changing the world for the good via writing, creativity and just me being myself and helping you, my reader, just be yourself. 

There is great freedom in this, like the smell of the Autumn air, or the crisp moments between darkness and sunrise.

I’m so grateful you are reading.

 

 

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