stuff I do
Wow! It’s been a long time since I blogged about anything, and even longer since I blogged something that wasn’t self serving, or found somewhere else, but was – instead – deeply personal and intimate. I’ve been too busy wallowing in the mire of self pity, self doubt, regret, angst and guilt. I totally hate getting older and older and still not feeling like I have actually lived up to even my mildest aspirations.
What I have been doing is hiding out, becoming more and more reclusive, avoiding the internet entirely, reducing my circle of friends to the few who dare to push their way in (meaning nobody), hanging tight with my family, doing the barest of minimums every day, and burying myself in the Sims 2. Creating elaborate neighborhoods and scenarios, and pretty much losing myself in the fantasy of a game where I can always get what I want, where lifetime happiness can always be achieved, and friends and family can be found and created with only a little bit of effort.
I was starting to feel as if I was dying a slow death of lethargy and immobility. Actually, it was more like I had already died inside and was just waiting for my circumstances and my body to catch up with me. The walking dead… that was/is me. Shambling through the shambles of a life I have allowed to fall down around me.
Sometimes, the numbness would give way to a sort of nameless anxiety, that “Oh God!” feeling of having forgotten something really really important. And sometimes I would have glimpses of … I would almost feel something … like grief, a desperate sorrow, a heart clenching longing for … I don’t know what. Home maybe? That comes closest to describing it… something sure to hold on to, fall into, belong to, be enfolded in… And that, of course, was very uncomfortable and immediately sedated with food, television, the Sims, whatever was immediately available.
So what happened? And why am I here, blogging it?
Well, it was interesting (at least to me), because everything I know about life I’ve learned from playing The Sims, and in the game it was becoming more and more apparent that in order to get along in life, in order to achieve lifetime happiness, it is extremely helpful to have people. And I started trying to figure out how to have people in my real life without actually having to go anywhere or do anything. Which is partly what social media is all about. You can have a bunch of “friends” and never have to interact with them at all. I know this is true because I have 520 facebook friends, and not including my family, I actually know less than 20 of them, and maybe only 1 or 2 of them have my actual phone number.
At the same time, I realized that much of my lethargy and angst is fueled by regret. All the things that I did that I wish I hadn’t done, all the things I didn’t do that I wish I had done, so much that I could’a – should’a – would’a … if only… and I really didn’t know what to do with all that. So because everything else I know about life I’ve learned from books, movies, and television, I thought I’d take a page from the Debra Morgan book of coping with the un-cope-able, and do some time on the treadmill. Remember Deb from Dexter running and running on the treadmill, working it out that way? Well, running is beyond my capabilities at this point, but I figured I could at least do some walking. And I have to tell you… it turned into yet another form of self torture. I tried just walking slow, I tried walking fast, I tried walking and watching television, I tried rewarding myself for walking, I tried listening to music and walking – which worked best, by the way – and ultimately the music was what saved me. But not yet…
It occurred to me that maybe what I needed was religion, a spiritual experience that could be revisited, something that would give me absolution, and comfort, and a reason to get up every morning and carry on…. Something larger than my baggage, my bullshit, my perennial self doubt… So I talked to my angels, and I talked to my guides… all the while convinced that they were disappointed and disgusted by my failure to make something special and interesting with my life, and had left me long ago in search of someone better, someone more authentic and real.
I looked up churches in the yellow pages, I contemplated becoming a Catholic. “Forgive me father for I have sinned” sounded very appealing to me. Plus, there would be – you know – actual people there. But in the end, you have to believe in that stuff for it to work, and while I am a believer in some things, I am not a believer in the conventional sense, and mainstream religions with their rules and dogma do not appeal to me, I have never been a rule follower, or a believer in dogma. I am an asker of questions, a skeptic, a rebel, and a rule breaker… there’s no church that I could find where I thought there was even the remotest chance of fitting in or finding what I was looking for.
Then, suddenly, surprisingly, my angels and guides came through for me and gave me… a church to go to, someone to listen to, something to cling to, and no – not comfort, not absolution, but something real that (right now anyway) resonates so deeply it has brought me out of my lethargy, and back to the world of maybe not the living, but certainly the not quite dead.
So what was it? This is the strangest life I’ve known… because when I asked for Church, when I asked for spiritual guidance, when I asked for something that would give me back my connection to life, I got The Doors and Jim Morrison. And I’m like… really? And yet from the moment I played that CD I have felt more alive, more understood, more real, more OK with the mess I have made with my life, than I have in years. So, of course (since I never do anything half way) I got the movie, and every DVD I could get my hands on… all the CD’s… the books…
And here I am online again, looking to connect with the larger world. Morrison’s voice resonating in my head, unable to just sit and mindlessly play the Sims, thinking that maybe, just maybe it might be possible to break on through to the other side.
We are all in this together — by ourselves.
~Lily Tomlin
A small (ok, maybe it’s not so small) personal history:
I was born in Ecuador SA, where my parents were missionaries. (more about that can be seen here if you are interested). When I was 17 I ran away from home (Cali, Colombia) and ended up in Kansas City, where I lived on the wild side in communes and flop houses, practicing “free love” and pretty much embracing the “flower child” lifestyle. Eventually I settled for less, and got married, raised children and ended up living a rather mediocre and unsatisfactory life.
To stay sane, I practiced transcendental meditation and spent a lot of time taking care of chickens, dogs, ducks, flowers, children,cats, rabbits, and whatever else came my way to take care of. I took care of everyone except for myself. Then, I had a series of miscarriages, planned a number of suicide scenarios, had a dream that I saw God, and then woke up realizing that I was done with life as I had been doing it.
I enrolled in the toughest dog training school in the midwest, and learned how to confront my fears under the strong arm and eagle eye of former army marine drill sargeant Frank Catania. It was the most terrifying 6 weeks of my entire life, worse even than being sent away to boarding school at the age of 5. But I got through it, and for several years, worked as a full time dog trainer. I trained a lot of dogs. It was very hard work, and almost very satisfying. Key word being “almost”.
Being self employed allowed me to explore all sorts of different things, and during this period of being financially secure (still married – albeit unhappily)I delved into Native American Spirituality, studied Reiki became a Reiki Master, and a hypnotherapist, walked on fire, dug up crystals, visited shamans, had visions, worked in the dream time, read a gagillion books, and discovered that I was an artist.
And then I got divorced, my financial security immediatly disappeared, and so I got scared, and went out and got a “real” job and embarked once again on a life of not quite doing what I really wanted to do, and not quite being who I really wanted to be. I did continue to practice the native american spirituality, and I did continue to pursue shamanic training, but I rarely found time for art, and I spent most of my time trying hard to convince myself that I could be “good enough” and looking for that reassurance in the eyes of other people.
I hated my job.
I hated it so much that I wanted to throw up, literally, whenever I thought about going to work. I made elaborate suicide plans. I went to counseling. I hated myself almost as much as I hated my job. The therapist wanted to put me on medication. I refused. She said, “but Shirley, if you had cancer, wouldn’t you take medication for that?” and I said, “no, if I had cancer I would be happy, and I would die.” That’s how bad it got.
A number of interesting things happened after that conversation. I quit my job. Found a job I really loved. Lost that job when business took a nose dive. Was unemployed for almost a year. Got into very bad financial situation. Realized that I was getting old. Fell into a terrible depression. Was immobilized for months. Finally, I found a job doing the worst possible thing with the worst possible schedule for the least amount of money. It occured to me that the job was going to actually kill me. It occured to me that I didn’t care.
To satisfy my sister, who was worrying about me, I started an art project. Middle of the Night Art. Every night at work, I would draw and color a “mandala” of what the inside of my heart looked like. It was the most intense spiritual work I have ever done. I decided that I didn’t care if the pictures were stupid. I decided that I didn’t care if I was stupid. I decided that I didn’t care what other people thought of me. I quit looking into other people’s eyes for validation.
Life sucked. I sucked. And that was OK.
One day, I watched The Lord of the Rings and decided to change my life altogether. I decided to pick out who I wanted to be, and just act as if I was that. I decided to recreate me in the image and likeness of my best me, which would have to (of course) also include the image and likeness of the worst me. And that’s what I am working at right now. Finding out how to be at peace with the best and the worst of myself, the best and the worst of life on earth as a human woman.
From other facts we may run away, but after every consciously or unconsciously maneuvered escape, we find ourselves back where we started, with ourselves on our hands.
~Harry Emerson Fosdick
Here’s a very old post from shirleytwofeathers.blogspot.com, one of my first blog posts on my personal blog. Interestingly, I posted it nine years ago to the day!! Some of the websites mentioned are no longer applicable (and I removed their links), and some of the links are to blogs and projects that will be moved to this site hopefully sometime soon. So… here it is!
Hmmm.. what shall I say about myself? Well, I am an intensely creative person. I love working on big impossible projects. And I get insanely bored with routines and stuff that happens every day – like dishes, and laundry, and full time employment.
Writing about myself is always just.. well intimidating. Let me see…. I am an artist currently exploring gypsy magic. I am also a Reiki master, a shaman, a mother, and a grandmother. I am currently working on a number of seemingly totally unrelated internet projects.
My art can be found at Green Dolphin Studio.com (oops, not any more) and also at Mandala Madness at Etsy (another shop that has since closed). I also have a store front at Cafe Press where you can find a lot of cool stuff with my art on it.
I have been working with some friends of mine, exploring various approaches to prosperity. We blog about it at The Prosperity Project and if you are interested in joining us, we would be delighted to have you. So far we have tried prayer, acts of kindness, feng shui and decluttering, Steve Pavlina’s million dollar experiment, a Ganesh mantra to remove obstacles, and putting God First. We are just finishing up 30 days of “Gratitude”, and have not yet decided for sure on what’s coming up next. It has been a life changing and awesome experience.
I have been exploring and practicing Gypsy Magic and made a little blog site to share the spells I have been using and my experiences with them. It’s been a lot of fun.. and works really well for me, although I do not update there very often. Come see it, and try a spell or two.
My parents were missionaries in Ecuador South America. And I grew up there, and in an effort to assimilate and make sense out of that experience I collected my dad’s photos (he is an awesome photographer) and made a line of greeting cards from them. I am now working on getting a little website made and in the mean time, when I have time, I am blogging the images and other stuff from my childhood at The Gospel Missionary Message, while at the same time creating cool stuff at yet another cafe press shop. This one is the Gospel Message at Cafe Press.
You might wonder how it is that gospel missionary and gypsy magic are both projects that I am deeply immersed in.. I wonder that too. One of the things that I constantly struggle with is that my core beliefs are often seemingly in direct conflict with one another.
This has been a big struggle for me until recently. And I have been able to resolve it in a way that really surprised me. I happened to take an online test just for fun, to see what my religion was. When the answer came up that I am a Buddhist, something delightful happened. I decided to be a Buddhist! And now, whenever life gets troublesome, or stuff happens, I just remember that – Oh yes, I’m a Buddhist. Life is suffering! But it’s an illusion, so it doesn’t matter. And then I smile, and breathe, and laugh at myself, and the troublesome stuff just dissapates. It’s been like a miracle for me.
My sister has been adding some really awesome poetry to my series of mandalas, and I have uploaded some them here for you all to enjoy on my blog here at Zaadz (not any more). I have also made a small website them, and for all things mandala that interest me. It can be found at Mandala Madness the blog. And I have been blogging my favorite quotes at Way Cool Quotes, and tons of really neat pictures at Way Cool Pictures.
So, I don’t know what else to say except. Hello and Goodbye..
And that reminds me of an old Gypsy saying, the english translation goes something like this:
Go with God!
Stay with God!
Go, for God’s sake!
Stay, for God’s sake!
By God!
LOL