We visited a friend yesterday.
There in the middle of his lawn stood a crazy contraption – a tall, empty gas tube, lawnmower engine balanced on top, and two halves of a plastic barrel hung out like wings on the sides. It looked like some sort of strange flying machine.
He proudly announced to us that this was his new kitesurfing pump.
The wind spins around the barrel-wings, causing the piston in the motor to move, and compressing the air, ready to pump out from the valve he’d attached.
He’d made it all from things found at the dump, it took the better part of a Saturday, and made him feel like Albert Einstein.
There’s a simple joy to be found in making things.
I’ve been through some interesting challenges over the recent weeks. My work has been on a low since pre-Christmas with only a few little jobs here and there. I didn’t feel in demand or needed as much as I was before when things were really busy and I wished they were a bit quieter. And with those few jobs that did come through, I allowed myself to wander in thoughts wishing for greater, more significant and purposeful tasks. Stuff that makes a “real” impact. I ended up in a small crisis; feeling lost and unsure whether what I am doing is the right thing. Continue reading
I went to a 10 day Vipassana meditation course recently.
Seeing as I was already going without talking, treats, books, music, cuddles, and exercise, I figured I might as well add one more thing to the list.
Ever since I was about 13 and discovered this magic brown stuff that could perform miracles – making ugly pimples, scars, or any other skin imperfection disappear – I’ve been a faithful applier. Each morning after washing my face, I wouldn’t let ‘the world’ see me until my concealer was on. I didn’t care about other make-up (my sister can tell you that I’ll practically run away from an eyeshadow brush!), but I’d always felt safer, more confident, and I guess just, well, prettier with concealer on.
I sometimes catch myself waiting.
Waiting for someone else to come up with an idea.
Waiting for my friend to let me know they’ve been thinking about me.
Waiting for my partner to be the first to say ‘I’m sorry’.
Waiting for a situation to change so I’m happier, more content, or better off.
The thing I’ve realised is – nothing much tends to happen when you’re just passively waiting around for it. Chances are, everyone else is doing the same thing.
To be perfectly honest with you, I hardly ever ‘forget’ about myself. Even when I am giving to another person, or doing something for them, if I dig down really deep it’s likely that I have some sort of hidden agenda. Something I’m expecting in return, or some ‘good’ reason which means I feel more important as a result of doing or giving.
It’s rare that I do something without any sense of self entangled-up in the action. And when I realise that, it makes me sad. Because why am I so gosh-darn important anyway that I always need to be thinking of my own interests? Truth is, I’m just a tiny speck floating around this big planet. Like you. Like any of us.
We have an abundance of rules and norms that regulate our behaviors and influence our judgement of what we think is right or wrong. To mention only a few common ones, in most countries and cultures there are rules and norms for how fast you can drive, where to park, on what to wear in different contexts, what time we have to appear at work and when we can leave, what you’re allowed to say and to whom, and what you can bring with you on airplanes, and so on. Continue reading
As a kid there was always something to look forward to – the possibility of getting the birthday or Christmas present I had so long wished for, the next summer holiday with my family and friends and all the fun we would have, or being finally old enough to ride my first little 50cc motorbike and all the independence and freedom I would enjoy. In other words, there was always some promised future event that would spark my imagination with all the possibilities that it would open up. I was always fueled with excitement for life.
Tesh and me went for a walk on the beach the other day. It was full-moon the night before and the tide was unusually low exposing a field of rocks and pebbles at the end of the beach. We continued along, jumping from rock to rock at faster and faster pace. As we got more warmed up and in tune with our bodies we began skipping those rocks faster than I thought would be possible without falling. None of us spoke, just a joyful giggle from time to time. With my attention entirely focused on where my feet would touch and push off next there was no room for me to focus on anything else. There was no fear of what would happen if I missed. No doubt that I can do it. Just thoughtless attention flowing from rock to rock. That’s when I realised that maybe this is the state that lets us achieve great things, things that lay beyond thinking and planning.
Do you ever meet someone who is so alive and full of energy that they almost glow? Their eyes light up when they smile, their voice is full of genuine warmth when they talk with you, and their body has an enthusiasm-infusion in each movement.
This is the kind of person who sparkles.
People who know me know I love wearing hats.
Denim ones, leather ones, beanies, floppy hats, trilby hats, fancy hats, knitted hats … I just have a thing for hats. I like how when I put on a different hat, I feel I have a slightly different persona.
And I commented to my partner the other day that I apply that same theory to other areas of my life.