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Awaken Engage

Awaken Engage

著者： David Robert Jones
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 Fully present. Fully alive.© 2024 David Robert Jones, LLC 個人的成功 心理学 心理学・心の健康 自己啓発 衛生・健康的な生活
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  • 100 Feathers in My Cap (100)

    100 Feathers in My Cap (100)
    2024/05/11
    100 feathers in my cap. You may remember that when I hit 90, I conjectured that the only reason I might go for 100 consecutive days of writing, podcasting, and photo-essaying was for a metaphorical feather in my cap.

    Well, make it 100 feathers in my cap.

    I made it. It ended up mattering to me.

    100.

    I just love it.

    100 per cent of the days for the past 100 days, I have followed through with one of the bigger commitments I have made in recent years.

    I am so proud of myself. Beaming, actually.

    Heart full of gratitude that I persevered when I didn’t want to keep going, when I was on the other side of exhaustion finishing a piece before the stroke of 12, when it felt like I had little to give, when I wondered why it was I was doing what I was doing.

    I proved over and over to myself that I can trust myself.

    And I am finishing well.

    This was truly a project to discover my limits, determine whether or not I am really a writer and speaker and photographer, to determine whether or not I am a creative.

    I am!

    And in the process I have watched as this project has helped create the foundation of something that is rising from the beauty of ashes, following a familiar story line of being broken down and reshaped to be a more open, expansive, wise, beautiful, loving vessel…over and over and over.

    Now, it’s officially time to close shop for the summer. My class load at the university has officially ended. Finals are graded. Grades are posted.

    The semi-annual Integrated Life Retreat in North Central Idaho is next weekend and it is filled with incredible human beings who are coming together to rest, heal, connect, and grow. I feel so much gratitude to just be part of this!

    Summer awaits. Full of plenty of down time, adventure with family, visiting our old stomping grounds in DC and NY with the kids, seeing clients, fine-tuning courses for the Fall 2024 semester, creating a new course (Developing Healthy Relationships - filled up in the first minute of registration!), getting my 200 hour Yoga Certification, getting another Mindfulness Certification, playing music, reading, hugging my kids, cycling, laughing with our family, coming together with extended family and friends, and soaking up every moment like it is the only moment…because it is!

    Today, I had fun stepping back and looking at my writing, recording, and podcasting setup, recalling all of the early tweaks to get everything running the way I wanted it to — actually, learning what exactly I was wanting at the same time.

    Sound equipment. Process flow. Setting up a podcast. Getting the podcast on all of the podcast platforms. Tweaking the sound equipment. Creating a musical intro and outro. Being intensely present and watchful each day for the next piece of writing to emerge. Sorting through my own photo archives for relevant visuals to help shape and tell the story. Finding the right formats for the website version, podcast version, FB version, and Insta version.

    Learning. Learning. Learning.

    What a wonderful journey.

    100 feathers in my cap.

    I made it.

    It mattered.

    It matters!

    Peace
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  • Stepping on Worms (99)

    Stepping on Worms (99)
    2024/05/10
    Each morning, I carve out time for a walk in the Boise foothills between morning routines with our kids and work. Over the past couple of years, I have walked these trails almost every day. It’s a ritual. And one I look forward to and bask in while performing it.

    Walking the same trails every day has given me a deep appreciation for the rhythms of nature - what plants grow and when; where the sun rises at what time of the day; fluctuations in temperature; places along the trail that are almost always cooler; places along the trail that are often windy; higher elevation trails that are only accessible when the ground isn’t saturated; lower elevation trails that become hubs of community when they are the only ones in the valley we can use in harsh weather; the comings and goings of regulars; the sounds of migrating birds; the sounds of crickets in just one section of the hollow; the changing colors; the emptiness of the trails on windy, wet, cold days; the rush of footsteps and flurry of voices on the first couple of sunny and warm days; the changing of the shadows cast; the intensity of the heat.

    It is a luxury to be able to perform this ritual with such regularity.

    Most of the time, I am micro-attuned to my surroundings and I usually notice when I become a bit unconscious, whether from worrying about the day, re-hashing something someone said, trying to figure out my life, etc. :)

    Last week, however, I must have been caught up in quite the dramatic simulation because it wasn’t until almost the end of the 1 1/2 mile hike that I tuned back in to where I actually was and noticed worms all over the trail.

    A particularly wet storm had passed through the area overnight and the worms were seeking relief from their flooded homes on the dryer trails.

    As I looked down, I saw worms everywhere, including one right beneath where my foot was about ready to plod.

    I adjusted my gait to avoid smashing the little fella and my first thought was,

    “How many worms have I stepped on?!”

    I felt a bit of a punch to the gut.

    As a general rule, I love contributing to the thriving of life. I realize the cycles of life, for sure. But, I also do all that I can to contribute to watching over, nurturing, protecting, and sustaining life. Where I can reduce harm, I do. Where I can promote life, I do.

    I stopped. Looked back over my tracks and couldn’t see any obvious casualties but also couldn’t imagine that I made it through the worm mine field without stepping on quite a few of them.

    Not to over-dramatize the event, my response was more meta-connected to the effects and consequences of living with a lack of awareness in general.

    How many times am I in auto-mode?

    How many times am I missing what is right in front of me?

    How can I wake up from mindlessness more often and more quickly?

    How can I live even more mindfully, lovingly, kindly, and wisely?

    What woke me up in time to avoid stepping on this worm?

    What wakes me up through the day?

    How many of us are walking around mindlessly crushing worms?

    How many of us are asleep most of the time?

    What does it mean to wake up?

    Is it the same for everyone?

    Questions ebbing and flowing, I stooped down closer to the worm and realized that he had seen his last action anyway. He was quickly going to become a part of the trail, a part of the ritual, a part of the cycle of life that I have been walking through every day for two years.

    Sometimes awake.

    Evermore, so.

    Peace
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  • In Between Places (98)

    In Between Places (98)
    2024/05/09
    In Between Places

    The thing
    about bridges
    is that they are
    in between places.

    On a bridge,
    you’re not where you were,
    you’re not where you’re going,
    you’re not where you’re going to stay.
    You’re just
    in between places.

    You can burn one.
    You can build one.
    You can avoid one.
    You can cross one.

    You can even be one.

    The thing
    about bridges
    is that they are
    in between places.

    In between places
    aren’t where you were,
    aren’t where you’re going,
    aren’t where you’re going to stay.
    They’re just
    bridges
    in between places.

    Peace

    Photo:Tower Bridge, London || 7.9.23
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