As part of our nomadic life, my husband and I were housesitting in north L.A. County.
The house was amazing, perched on a cliff where we could watch the waves and sunsets.
But I was in a slump. I was sick with a weird virus thing, and on top of it had three—yes, three—Freddy Krueger-ish periods in one month.
I am peri-menopausal, hear me roar.
I was also feeling blue about illness, death, and divorce happening in my loving circle of family and friends.
As can happen when you’re down, I became what T. Harv Eker calls a crap magnet. Bad thoughts swirled around like metal shavings, collecting in the magnet of my mind.
To interrupt a plunge into the black hole of WTF?!?!?!, it seemed a good time to try a meditation I’d recently read about.
Lying on the couch, a cat at my feet, I breathed in love on my inhalation, and breathed out stress on my exhalation.
Then, softly, I asked how I could be of service, and how I could amp up my mojo.
What came to me is: Change is the truth of life. Nothing is going wrong. Be love.
Afterward, I went into the house’s amazing backyard and swung on this swing, overlooking the vast Pacific ocean.
Then I hula-hooped.
Swinging and hooping, I was no longer a 52-year-old woman; I was a timeless child.
Later, on a walk, I saw a woman struggling to pull one of three refuse cans up her steep driveway. I thought about how my mom always said, “If you want to feel better, help someone out.”
Then I thought, I might frighten her if I grab one of her garbage cans and haul it up to her house. She’s going to think I’m a murderer or a Jehovah’s Witness.
So I said, “Hi! Would you like some help? It’ll be my Random Act of Kindness.”
She laughed and said, “Sure!”
So I lugged her garbage can up, and she smiled and said, “Thanks.” I bounded down the road feeling the best I had in a long time.
We were here on the housesit a month.
I decided my daily routine would be this:
* hula hoop
* perform a random act of kindness.
It’s hard to think of a better prescription for joy.
Author: Kate Evans
Editor: Renée Picard
Image: author’s own
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