What’s Next Is…

Wow. I wrote about accidentally writing these “newsletter” last week, and I had so many responses assuring me people actually read this stuff! As I said, I can’t believe it myself that I have been writing these consistently for two years now. If I know that so many people actually read this, I may freeze as I face my computer to write. So I try to still believe nobody’s really reading it! 😆 It’s a process that I guess I got used to some degrees, but I tell you sometimes it’s not so easy. I schedule a certain time on my calendar for this, but there’s always something else to do — like this morning, I was supposed to get this done at 10 a.m. Well, 4 hours later, I’m finally writing this.

Yet I make myself do it because… as I mentioned last week, I am now putting together my whole new marketing campaign as a green realtor. I am hesitant, well, actually scared to tell you about it because it is really out of my comfort zone. But I figure if I say it out loud or write about it publicly, it will keep me from retracting and run back to hide in my comfy cave. As I’m gathering contents to populate my blog and FB page, I’m not making a big splash announcement quite yet, so you have the sneak preview — if you will.

This idea of doing a “green real estate” feels so uncomfortable for me, and some people may actually roll their eyes. But it’s something that is giving me the energy and purpose, the same way when I was making my documentary, Pushin’ Forward, in the 2000s. I don’t know where this will take me (except that I do have a vision), but I’m just following the next indicated action. This way, at least I know I tried.

You may ask what does this have to do with the mindfulness? Everything! Unless I can recognize my own inner critic voices and know that I don’t have to believe them, I would not be doing this. I’m finding myself catching a “quickie” — meditation for about 10–15 min — more often these days as I encounter my fear during the course of my work days. So doing my sitting group on Fridays is mostly for myself so I can force myself to be with my restless self. I hope you can join me.

#YouCanSitWithUs

Lost

Stand still.

The trees ahead and bushes beside you are not lost.

Wherever you are is called Here, and you must treat it as a powerful stranger, must ask permission to know it and be known.

The forest breathes.

Listen. It answers,

I have made this place around you,

If you leave it you may come back again, saying Here.

No two trees are the same to Raven.

No two branches are the same to Wren.

If what a tree or a bush does is lost on you, You are surely lost.

Stand still.

The forest knows Where you are.

You must let it find you.

David Wagoner