Monday Musings

The first of November inevitably begins with the disbelief that it’s November. For some, the year has gone too fast. For others with a love for the rush and bustle of the holiday season, too slow. For me, like Goldilocks, November feels just right. This first week of the month gives us a place to plan as well as a place to pause and consider all that’s gone on in 2021 as we slowly begin our descent into 2022. In true meditative fashion, I’m going to allow whatever bubbles up in this moment to be what’s heard rather than write what my mind thinks is important.

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The word of this weekend for me is gratitude. Not because of the pending Thanksgiving holiday, though that’s a nice connection. This weekend and all the crazy busy energy of the game, my friends, teaching a blissful yoga class, more time with the friends watching football and an impromptu pizza date yesterday has really left me with a deep and lingering sense of how lucky I feel to have made such incredible connections with incredible people over the course of my life. After my oldest friend TK messaged me on an Instagram post last night, I replied to him with this thought because it’s really something I felt the need to share. I am making my intention this morning to carry that feeling with me and spend the rest of the week exploring gratitude in every moment, especially those moments where I feel anything but. It might end today and it might keep on going. The only way to know is to try.

Where do you feel gratitude? Doesn’t have to be big to matter–it simply needs to be felt.

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November 1st is the beginning of yet another round of NaNoWriMo–National Novel Writing Month for the non-writers in the crowd. For quite some time I have used this to jumpstart my writing routine and habits to be more productive. It isn’t about finishing a novel to sell, it’s about facing the page each day. I already have the habit, so instead I use it as a springboard to work on writing 50,000 words on a topic or theme. This year I have the idea mapped out, but haven’t really set things up yet. I’ll do that tomorrow evening. It doesn’t have a title yet (a necessity for my brain), but I’ll share once I get going. The 1,666 words-a-day mini goal is usually not an issue for me once I figure out what I’m working toward. It will be nonfiction. That much I know.

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Again on the subject of dreams: do you ever wake up with a song running through your mind when you first open your eyes in the morning? It happens to me quite often. I have started to explore where the song is coming from. Usually I can trace it back to a song I recently heard either on the radio or a playlist, but sometimes it’s an absolute mystery, making me wonder if it’s a carryover from the dreamworld itself. This morning’s tune was Deacon Blues by Steely Dan, which was mentioned in conversation last night and made both of us laugh at the story it came with. I didn’t sing it or listen to it prior to sleep, so the mere mention of the title put the record on play in my brain. I want to know if this happens to others. I’m sure it does–I just find it fascinating.

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A yoga student commented that yesterday’s weather was supposedly the ‘last nice day’ for a long time, and that brought her stress. I think she meant either a) in terms of no rain or b) in terms of mild temperatures (high 50s) or c) both. It did turn out to be a stellar late fall day, but got me thinking of the nuances of her definition of a nice day vs. mine. Mine involves hoodies and fleece. I suspect hers did not. Is it possible to still have a ‘good day’ on a day when you feel the weather isn’t giving you a ‘nice day’? These are things my brain likes to argue over. What say you?

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I don’t really have a fifth little blurb to add today, so how about we move into our day with the lens of seeing what tiny bits of gratitude we can follow? I’ll do my best…hoping you can, too.

Beth