Monday, December 24, 2012
Blessings to each of you this holiday season. However you choose to celebrate and honor this day I hope it not only meets but exceeds your expectations. If I began thanking each of you for all the wonderful gifts you give me each day of my life I would run out of room to write.
I honor the presence of the divine spirit within each of you. Formally, there are 1505 of you who have acknowledged me as a friend. I sometimes wish I could send a personal message to each of you and to tell you how much you mean to me. To some of you that doesn't happen too often. You toil and struggle and work very hard to make yourself the best you imaginable. Little do you know that you inspire me to continue my own amazing journey.
Namaste to you my dear ones and I hope you enjoy this season and all it holds.
Friday, December 21, 2012
Some of us are hard wired to trade one excess for another. We struggle with emotional and compulsive eating, develop many bad habits, deal with chronic health conditions, and end up generally feeling unhappy and frustrated.
We become active. We exercise and train and generally force our bodies into what we believe is health. Then we wake up one morning injured and if we are fortunate, we realize we have traded one addiction for another. There aren’t too many people who will be critical for pushing towards what we believe is health. There’s no arguing it increases our self-esteem, we feel better, we look better and often like a highly addictive drug it gives us an amazing high. We are doing the things the obese us never dreamed of doing. In the background muscles that hadn’t been used in years, if ever, begin to break down.
I spent 10 minutes and 6 seconds on an elliptical machine Monday morning. It’s the first time in 18 months I’ve been able to do something like that. It’s taken six weeks of aquatics personal training and a strong dose of wisdom from my trainer, plus the realization that for a period of time I trade chocolate cake for exercise and because I am hard wired towards compulsion and addiction it produced disastrous results. Prior to finding Julia, I ran into all sorts of walls that made me believe I’d never do anything more than walk back and forth in a warm water therapy pool. Julia reviewed all my medical stuff. (When you pay close to five grand for this stuff you show it to anyone who’ll look. I think there are people who say “Oh shoot here comes John. He’s gonna want us to look at his MRI.”) Her decision was to begin to build my core muscles I have little to no pain when I move. Oh, I’m sore, but it’s the good sore.
At 10 minutes and 6 seconds, Julia pulled the plug: “Time to get off.” I told her I could go another 20 minutes and she said she didn’t doubt I could but she wasn’t in the mood to roll me to her car and take me home. Tuesday I did 10 minutes on the recumbent cycle and yesterday we spent a 30 minute session in the pool. (Jumping jacks have a completely new meaning as does treading water with ankle weights!! She promised she wont let me drown.)
I am sore, from the base of my skull to the bottom of my feet. It aches to move. I rolled over in bed this morning and began to feel guilty about not going to the gym today. It’s a compulsion I fight daily. But this little voice inside of me made me realize this is what caused me to injure myself to begin with, pushing myself because all my self-esteem and value was tied up in a tradeoff. It’s not food, its not exercise, its how I think and process things. I have an emotional and compulsive personality. My personality takes things to an excess. I got up, made a pot of tea and read the paper
When I got off the elliptical Monday Katie was standing off to the side. Katie was my spinning instructor back in the day. She was with me when I hurt myself back in May of 2011. I really hadn’t talked to her in awhile
“I wanted to tell you I was so sorry that you got hurt when you were with me. I’m a trainer and I…….”
I put my hand up to stop her. “Hon, you didn’t make me do do anything I didn’t want to do. I was 57 acting like I was 17. No worries.”
We make trades believing one thing is better than another without realizing the issue is us. It’s why we are here to support and love each other.
Wednesday, December 19, 2012
This has been one of my favorite stories for many years. It's the story of Francis, Leo and the meaning of joy. It's mt gift to you this holiday season. Namaste dear ones.
"One winter day St. Francis was coming to St. Mary of the Angels from Perugia with Brother Leo, and the bitter cold made them suffer keenly. St. Francis called to Brother Leo, who was walking a bit ahead of him, and he said: "Brother Leo, even if the Friars Minor in every country give a great example of holiness and integrity and good edification, nevertheless write down and note carefully that perfect joy is not in that."
And when he had walked on a bit, St. Francis called him again, saying: "Brother Leo, even if a Friar Minor gives sight to the blind, heals the paralyzed, drives out devils, gives hearing back to the deaf, makes the lame walk, and restores speech to the dumb, and what is still more, brings back to life a man who has been dead four days, write that perfect joy is not in that."
And going on a bit, St. Francis cried out again in a strong voice: "Brother Leo, if a Friar Minor knew all languages and all sciences and Scripture, if he also knew bow to prophesy and to reveal not only the future but also the secrets of the consciences and minds of others, write down and note carefully that perfect joy is not in that."
And as they walked on, after a while St. Francis called again forcefully: 'Brother Leo, Little Lamb of God, even if a Friar minor could speak with the voice of an angel, and knew the courses of the stars and the powers of herbs, and knew all about the treasures in the earth, and if be knew the qualities of birds and fishes, animals, humans, roots, trees, rocks, and waters, write down and note carefully that true joy is not in that."
And going on a bit farther, St. Francis called again strongly: "Brother Leo, even if a Friar Minor could preach so well that be should convert all infidels to the faith of Christ, write that perfect joy is not there."
Now when he had been talking this way for a distance of two miles, Brother Leo in great amazement asked him: "Father, I beg you in God's name to tell me where perfect joy is."
And St. Francis replied; "When we come to St. Mary of the Angels, soaked by the rain and frozen by the cold, all soiled with mud and suffering from hunger, and we ring at the gate of the Place and the brother porter comes and says angrily: 'Who are you?' And we say: 'We are two of your brothers.' And he contradicts us, saying: 'You are not telling the truth. Rather you are two rascals who go around deceiving people and stealing what they give to the poor. Go away]' And he does not open for us, but makes us stand outside in the snow and rain, cold and hungry, until night falls-then if we endure all those insults and cruel rebuffs patiently, without being troubled and without complaining, and if we reflect humbly and charitably that that porter really knows us and that God makes him speak against us, oh, Brother Leo, write that perfect joy is there!
'And if we continue to knock, and the porter comes out in anger, and drives us away with curses and hard blows like bothersome scoundrels, saying; 'Get away from here, you dirty thieves-go to the hospital! Who do you think you are? You certainly won't eat or sleep here'--and if we bear it patiently and take the insults with joy and love in our hearts, Oh, Brother Leo, write that that is perfect joy!
And if later, suffering intensely from hunger and the painful cold, with night falling, we still knock and call, and crying loudly beg them to open for us and let us come in for the love of God, and he grows still more angry and says: 'Those fellows are bold and shameless ruffians. I'll give them what they deserve.' And he comes out with a knotty club, and grasping us by the cowl throws us onto the ground, rolling us in the mud and snow, and beats us with that club so much that he covers our bodies with wounds--if we endure all those evils and insults and blows with joy and patience, reflecting that we must accept and bear the sufferings of the Blessed Christ patiently for love of Him, oh, Brother Leo, write: that is perfect joy!
'And now hear the conclusion, Brother Leo. Above all the graces and gifts of the Holy Spirit which Christ gives to His friends is that of conquering oneself and willingly enduring sufferings, insults, humiliations, and hardships for the love of Christ. For we cannot glory in all those other marvelous gifts of God, as they are not ours but God's, as the Apostle says: 'What have you that you have not received?' But we can glory in the cross of tribulations and afflictions, because that is ours, and so the Apostle says: 'I will not glory save in the Cross of Our Lord Jesus Christ.'"
Friday, December 14, 2012
Every year, between Thanksgiving and Christmas I take some time to reflect on what I accomplished this past year and what I am looking forward to in the next year. I shut down the computers, turn off the cell phone and let everyone near and dear know I'll be out of touch for a bit but I'm okay. Some of it is positive, some painful to review but always, always insightful and loaded with learning.
One year I went to Disneyland in Anaheim and sat on Tom Sawyer island at a picnic table for hours on end just soaking up the energy that flowed from that place. Later I found a small park right outside of Newport Beach. It looked out on to the ocean and I saw the most amazing rock formation reflect a late afternoon sun.
When I finish I have my mission statement for the next year. I share it with clients and friends and this year, after a good few days on my deck, I'll share it with you.
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