Comments on: Attempting

By: Slowly, slowly at Magpie Days

Slowly, slowly at Magpie Days — Mon, 28 Jul 2008 06:37:21 +0000

[...] at my exercise book before I began. I moved through the positions slowly, gingerly. I remembered something Christina once wrote, and apologized to my body for my months of benign neglect. It’s all I could do, besides [...]

By: Lizzie

Lizzie — Tue, 11 Mar 2008 20:15:33 +0000

This post, more than the previous one, has stayed with me. The very act of ‘noticing,’ ‘being present,’ ‘awareness,’ whatever you want to call it has been my elusive white rabbit in the last few years. It used to seem so easy. Hell, way back, I wrote a series of poems just based on the air around me on different mornings. It was so true and luscious.

So this post captivated that and truly illustrated your intent of living ‘intentionally.’ Whether it’s perfect or not, it’s about your life, your existence within it and what you choose to build your days from.

It’s not easy. And I applaud your efforts and in my own little ways am trying to emulate the idea in my own hours.

By: Molly

Molly — Tue, 11 Mar 2008 19:59:38 +0000

And stopping:

Sheer exhaustion and how easy it is to take the lazy way out. It’s sad what brings us joy–accomplishment–and how often we step away from it. I am tired, so I will nap. I will read in bed. But that long walk outside? Well, I think I need to promise myself I’ll do it. And go.

By: AlpineDiva

AlpineDiva — Tue, 04 Mar 2008 23:23:00 +0000

I agree with Meaghan–what is living perfectly really? Does any living thing on this planet achieve that? And by whose standards? Life is indeed a journey. If we spend too many hours gazing over the fence at the house next door we don’t ever realize how amazing our own home is. The same goes for our lives. We have what we have. We do what we do. We are the best we can be, every second of every day with the strength and talent we are lucky to be blessed with. We must learn to celebrate the good times and the bad, because indeed, without one the other would become invisible–like light without anything to reflect against. So, forget about perfection. Just enjoy, and learn how to forgive yourself for that forever to do list that doesn’t shrink, and for all those “other people” who “seem” to have it made. They don’t!
xxoo
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By: rose

rose — Tue, 04 Mar 2008 23:02:55 +0000

Well, I’ll be another voice of dissent and say that the idea of trying to live ‘perfectly’ makes no sense to me. Who’s to say that what I deem ‘lacking’ doesn’t contain its own symmetry? And then of course I would need to define perfection. I got into a discussion several years ago with a buddhist teacher who averred that perfection didn’t exist. There was no ease in this affirmation for me. So I took it home and sat with it for awhile and came to the conclusion that perfection does exist but only inside the seeking of itself. And now several years later I would say the word ’seeking’ here is a less complete word for ‘noticing’.

Thank-you for sharing yourself so generously.