a vibrant waistcoat ~ does not give you immunity ~ please keep your distance —© Lize Bard @ Haiku out of Africa
via South Africa 02/03/2020 am — Haiku out of Africa
Oh, I so love Lize Bard’s haiku. Perfection.
cristy@meximinnesotana.com
Category: innovation
In syncopated time (re-post)
Does anyone else feel as thought they have been living in a time warp lately? Like March went by in the blink of an eye?
Me too. In April of 2019 I wrote about the rhythms of life and how life can be a dance. It feels appropriate to re-post an edited version in the “new era” which will likely be know as the COVID-19 pandemic.
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In a recent dance class I started thinking about my life as a song or a dance. It is an interesting metaphor, and I had to ask these questions:
What type of song would it be?
–Syncopated, lyrical, dance-worthy, synthesized?
In what type of venue would it be played?
–Concert hall dive bar, dance club, opera house?
In what genre of music would it belong?
–Pop, rock, blues, jazz, classical, EDM, yoga, country, rap, Latin, samba, world music?
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When I thought about my own life, I decided that while I would love for it to be smooth and lyrical, it tends to be more syncopated.
Sometimes there are some dance-able parts in there, and that makes it a lot of fun!
Other times I seem to be tripping over my own feet, struggling to keep time, and hoping to come out up right.
Generally, I enjoy the musical accompaniment of my life. The soundtrack includes Zumba, jazz (improvisation), and some classical, when I’m lucky. But usually it is a syncopated rhythm, and I trip or dance along as fluidly as I can manage.
I am grateful for it all. I recognize the value of each part of this interwoven melody, the story and the music of my life. Some of it is good, some of it is hard. And I am so fortunate to have each day in which I can live and love.
I’ll take it. Syncopated rhythms and all.
cristy@meximinnesotana.com
Unexpected blessings
I received some news at work yesterday which was surprising at first. It took me a few minutes to process it, and I am still deciding how to approach this news.
My emotions went from disbelief to amazement to sadness. Then I felt quiet recognition that this was not actually unexpected. My intuition had been nudging me here but I had been reluctant to fully see and acknowledge what I was seeing.
So my current emotion is relief. There is some uncertainty in the process of moving forward after big news. And there can be a delightful freedom in it, a chance for something new to burst forth.
I thank my yoga training for allowing me to sit in the “heat” of any situation in my life and recognize it is here to teach me something. My resilience and resourcefulness come from within, and I am so grateful that I know this.
Over the weekend I received news about a yoga teaching opportunity which was energizing and exciting. After my “desk chair yoga” class in February I have been wondering what is next along that front, and some new options are emerging. I felt like I had been pushing, pushing, pushing on some projects that had felt stuck. And now I feel a sense of ease at understanding that planting seeds was more important, that growth and harvesting are a later part of this particular project.
Grateful for all the the wisdom I continue to receive.
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cristy@meximinnesotana.com
Saturday Share – wisdom from Dr. Brene
On anniversaries and intentions
Today marks one year since my last day at Medtronic.
I did not know a year ago that I would be in yoga school this year, though I definitely planned to practice a lot more yoga.
I did not think I would be starting a “new” career in clinical research at an Academic Health Center.
I thought I would leave clinical research behind. But something beckoned to me when I interviewed for a contract technical writing job in February. I drove through a snow storm for that interview. And it turns out I was ghosted by those two professors and did not get that gig.
But I remember the “charge” I got when I found myself in Diehl Hall, where the Biomedical Library is housed at the University of Minnesota. It was like some part of me knew I would be back. Lo and behold, I did not realize it when I interviewed, but in June I was assigned to an office cube in Diehl Hall at the Clinical Research Support Center.
Sometimes it is spooky how perfect this job is for me. I “play” best in spaces where there is room for collaboration and innovation, and that’s what is required of my role.
All I have is gratitude for the lessons this past year has taught me. And my intention in the upcoming year is to try to stay fully present to the next lessons life is about to teach me.
cristy@meximinnesotana.com
P.S. I used to have a regular posting schedule here, and I may be editing some previous posts for a while instead of generating new content. This will help me have time to focus on the new job and completing my YTT certification hours.
Have a great final month of summer, y’all living in the northern hemispheres.
Saturday Share – Self extinction — fauxcroft
Chop and burn trees Pollute the seven seas Contaminate the air we breathe One day you will finally see That we are natures and earth’s disease And in the end its us who bleeds And will lead to us going extinct. Image courtesy of Pinterest
via Self extinction — fauxcroft
I felt moved to share this post from fauxcroft, who often writes profound poetry and thoughts on the nature of existence, humanity and raising our consciousness about the decisions we make.
cristy@meximinnesotana.com
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