I’m awake, y’all!
And lest I forget, Mother Nature has a way of conspiring to make sure that I fully WAKE UP and listen to the world around me.
On today’s Meditations from the Mat entry, Rolf Gates emphasizes renunciation. It is not enough to say we want to change. We must actual let go of those bad habits and declare (and follow-through) with our intention to be our change.
And we can only let go when we are really awake to the present moment.
And, y’all, the present moment is H-A-R-D.
It’s so easy to get caught up in:
- The Past
- The Future
- The ground (Come on, you know you are guilty of walking around and staring at the ground)
- Cell phones
- Did I mention thoughts?
Later this year, I’m going to enroll in Josh Pais’s Committed Impulse Online Program. (I wish I could begin today but, alas, it is not in my current post-holidays budget. And a good step to being awake is being awake to your budgetary goals!) Josh is amazing and will help you (and me too) to get in touch with the present moment and be here now. I highly recommend it. If you sign up, please tell Josh I sent you!
But, I digress.
Awakening to the present moment.
No matter how hard we try, it is so easy to get side-tracked. Sometimes, don’t you wish that someone would come and smack you in the face (gently, gently) so that you stop thinking so much?
Well, sometimes, Mother Nature does just that.
A bird will poop on your head.
This is not the first time I bird has pooped on my head.
In fact, in the past 12 months, this bird poopage incident marks the THIRD time I have been blessed by the birds. (See “Is it really good luck when a bird poops on you?” to read about bird poo experience numero uno.) But this time. This time. The bird really took aim and fired.
I was walking to our Saturday morning market. Doo de doo de doo. Minding my own business. Perhaps not as focused on the current moment as I ought to have been. My mind wandered a tad, as it often does.
I felt something drop on my head.
I felt something land on my hand.
I stared up at the sky. Nope, it hadn’t started raining.
I looked to my friend who stared at his own hand in dismay. And realized the liquid on my hand was suspiciously white.
“It was a bird,” he said, seriously.
I may have YELPED just a bit.
And we scurried back to my apartment to try and remedy the situation. I had amazing hair that day. Beautifully blow-dried. And now it had bird poop in it. And there was nothing I could do but try to laugh.
We attempted to wipe our heads as best as we could.
We washed and scrub-a-dub-dubbed our hands.
We tried TAKE 2 of the Saturday morning market visit.
We made it past the site of the bird poopage incident.
We were in the clear.
“Uh, Lora?” My friend said. “Look at your shoulder.”
I looked. I SHRIEKED. I laughed.
My shoulder (and super cute mint green top) was decorated with one of the biggest pieces of bird poop I had ever seen. And my hair had been covering the spot, so we had missed it before. Also meaning, my hair had been resting in bird poop for a good twenty minutes or so. And this was no small piece of bird poo, y’all.
And so we returned again to my apartment. I threw my hair in a pony-tail, knowing I’d need a shower ASAP. I changed shirts.
We laughed hysterically.
We tried TAKE 3 of the Saturday morning market visit.
We bought crepes for brunch. Saw a couple of friends. Visited all the stalls. All the while laughing and, following the incident, truly enjoying the present moment.
It seemed to be… a success?
And then my friend and I parted ways. I headed home to get some tasks done before dinner and seeing friends later that night. And take that much needed shower to de-poopify my head.
And that’s when I saw.
My poor pink jeans.
Had a big piece of white poop on them.
I had been walking around for two hours with POOP down my leg.
And never noticed.
Talk about not fully being awake!
Then I laughed some more. Put the jeans in the washing machine and caught up to reality.
If bird poop means good luck, I’m hoping the sheer QUANTITY of bird poo on me, means that I’ve got an awful lot of good luck coming my way!
I took the bird as a sign to WAKE UP to the present moment.
I did a lovely forty-five minute guided meditation on Yogaglo with Harshada Wagner, on the topic “Being vs. Doing.” (After a much needed shower, of course.) Time to LET GO and BE without worrying or doing.
I sang and danced around my apartment cooking a healthy dinner–which I then shared with a friend! (Huzzah, goal accomplished!) And saw more friends that evening for more good times and quality companionship.
And I haven’t been able to stop laughing, smiling, and joyously enjoying the present moment.
That bird and all of it’s crap (literally) tuned me in to the NOW.
And I’m waking up, yo.
Care to join me?
Awake, awake! Awake my soul and sing!
I’m singing. Outwardly. Inwardly. Everywhere.
Singing with the present moment awesomeness. Awaken. 2013 is the year of love. And we can only experience that love when we wake up to the now.
Need a boost? I can’t send a bird your way, but can give you this video of the choir/orchestral piece “The Awakening” by Joseph M. Martin. (I song I sang back in my college select choir days.) It reminds us to let go of bad dreams, worries, and fears and embrace love and song. Plus, it’s just pretty to listen to. You can’t listen to the song and not be in the present moment.
WAKE UP Y’ALL!!!