SUMMER SHORTS: Come With Me Into The Quiet

Summer Shorts is a weekly short-read in honor of the season, to convey ideas about relationships and life in the blink of an eye.

Out the door I went for my early morning walk, tennis shoes under me, t-shirt and jeans over me, carrying a podcast about sound in my left hand.

After my walk, it was time to feed Jackson (the part-Papillon wonder dog) and take him for his morning outing as well. He ate his breakfast happily, and we set out together.

I began to listen to more of the Krista Tippett-Gordon Hempton podcast “Silence and the Presence of Everything.” Hempton defines silence as an environment not without sound, but without noise.

After a quick burst of speed, Jackson’s pace changed to a slow saunter, and I wondered if he was taking cues from my podcast. He stopped to smell e-v-e-r-y-t-h-i-n-g. When he walked, he walked slowly. Because I had already had my own brisk walk, and because I was listening intently to the podcast on being present, it was easy to follow Jackson’s luxurious pace.

When we arrived to a part of the street lit fully by the morning sun, Jackson paused, and turned his face directly into the warmth. With his ears lifting in full alert and his eyes turning soft and blinky, he stood perfectly still, listening to his world, just as the podcast was suggesting we do more often.

Jackson was demonstrating what Gordon Hempton, acoustic ecologist, was saying — that listening to natural sounds in our world is deeply, wonderfully nurturing for our nervous system, and restorative for the soul. That quiet listening is, in fact, essential to our well-being.

With his soft eyes, Jackson looked over at me a couple of times. (I had turned off the podcast and I was standing with him in awe.) Since Jackson reads auras, he knew I was loving him, standing there together on the street listening. Today, he didn’t want to walk outdoors as much as he wanted to be outdoors.

After standing in total silence for almost a minute, Jackson slowly and deliberately let his body down on the warm pavement, a thing of beauty to watch. I could practically feel my own body lowering with his. He continued to listen, eyes mostly closed.

No cars came. No people or dogs. Nothing disturbed us as we listened to morning bird songs, a gentle breeze and our own heartbeats.

When Jackson was ready to go, he stood and walked slowly in the direction of home, still listening.

Terri’s book of photography combined with poetry is here! 100 Words: Small Servings of Whimsy and Wisdom to Calm the Mind and Nourish the Heart.

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    shiner

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    Knowing Jackson, this is truly an amazing story!

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    Devaya

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    I have a big smile on my face and warmth in my heart after reading that!

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    alice

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    Nice, Terri.

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Rise Up by Andra Day

What a great set of words for these oncoming days.

Rise Up

 
You’re broken down and tired
Of living life on a merry go round
And you can’t find the fighter
But I see it in you so we gonna walk it out
And move mountains
We gonna walk it out
And move mountains
And I’ll rise up
I’ll rise like the day
I’ll rise up
I’ll rise unafraid
I’ll rise up
And I’ll do it a thousand times again
And I’ll rise up
High like the waves
I’ll rise up
In spite of the ache
I’ll rise up
And I’ll do it a thousand times again
For you
For you
For you
For you
When the silence isn’t quiet
And it feels like it’s getting hard to breathe
And I know you feel like dying
But I promise we’ll take the world to its feet
And move mountains
Bring it to its feet
And move mountains
And I’ll rise up
I’ll rise like the day
I’ll rise up
I’ll rise unafraid
I’ll rise up
And I’ll do it a thousand times again
For you
For you
For you
For you
All we need, all we need is hope
And for that we have each other
And for that we have each other
And we will rise
We will rise
We’ll rise, oh, oh
We’ll rise
I’ll rise up
Rise like the day
I’ll rise up
In spite of the ache
I will rise a thousand times again
And we’ll rise up
High like the waves
We’ll rise up
In spite of the ache
We’ll rise up
And we’ll do it a thousand times again
For you
For you
For you
For you
Ah, ah, ah, ah
Source: LyricFind
Songwriters: Cassandra Monique Batie / Jennifer Decilveo
Rise Up lyrics © BMG Rights Management

Terri’s book of photography combined with poetry is here! 100 Words: Small Servings of Whimsy and Wisdom to Calm the Mind and Nourish the Heart.

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Rippling Abs, Anyone?

Rippling Abs, Anyone?

During this strange time in history, I noticed y’all were tackling all sorts of interesting projects. I decided I needed one, too—something positive to remember the pandemic of 2020 by.
 
I decided to pay attention to something I had abandoned…
 
Nope, I’m not cleaning my garage. I am not organizing one single thing. I’m not planting a garden or cleaning up my yard.
 
Instead, I decided to take care of myself better. This, folks, has made all the difference for me.
 
With relatively little time and effort on my part, I feel so much better than I did a month ago.
 
On March 30, I got on the exercise bike and the yoga mat for the first time in a long time, and did 30 minutes each. I liked it so much that I decided to do it every day. But I fell short of that, and changed my commitment to every other day, which felt more manageable, reasonable, and doable.
 
I also get off the bike after every song, take a couple of sips of water, shake out my legs and arms for a few seconds, and get back on. This makes the bike project a reasonable proposition, too.
 
Daily walks of any length—by myself, or with my little guy, Jackson—are a fresh air bonus.
 
My recumbent exercise bike has pulleys to work my upper body while I pedal, which gets my heart rate up fast, and also helps my whole-body strength. It feels good to get up from writing, or doing a consulting session with a client, to do something physically challenging while listening to good music.
 
After only a month, I feel a sheet of muscles on the front of me I haven’t felt for a very, very long time. Goodness gracious. Who knew they were there. I’ll be posting rippling ab photos soon, I’m sure.
 
I have no idea what the scales have to say about my bike/yoga project—I don’t care. Paying attention to scales tends to send me sideways, and therefore, I’m ignoring them completely.
 
But—I LOVE the way I feel! Hang in there, everyone.
 

Terri’s book of photography combined with poetry is here! 100 Words: Small Servings of Whimsy and Wisdom to Calm the Mind and Nourish the Heart.

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Check Out This Troublemaker in Relationships

Check Out This Troublemaker in Relationships

Sometimes we ask intimate partners to do for us what is actually ours to do.

We ask our partner to give us the reassurance, love or appreciation we feel is missing in ourselves, with the hope that they will give us what we’re asking for—and then we’ll feel better. They’ll take care of our problem.

But when they do give us what we’re asking for, it can never be enough, because we have insufficient context for what they’ve given. We haven’t build the inner foundation to receive it, hear it, welcome it, believe it. They try to help, but their love for us falls into our void, our black hole, our love bucket with no bottom.

As always, there’s hope. Check out the video below.

Terri Crosby. http://www.incareofrelationships.com/.

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