Thursday, July 30, 2009

HEALING

Once again, I am adding a special link to this healing blog site. It is the passion of Tami & Terry Stingley to offer Ayurvedic information for healing. Having met them has been one of my greatest blessings of the past year. I will be chronicling my Ayurvedic journey and will publish bits and pieces from time to time. Please follow your heart to:

http://www.earthboundyoga.com/

posted by Shirley @ Thursday, July 30, 2009 0 comments

Wednesday, July 29, 2009

DAILY ROUTINE

There is a fine line between being active and having every living part of you ache. I’ve not found that line as yet. My early morning one and a half mile brisk walk results in drenched clothes, sweat stinging my eyes, and a rapid heart rate. When did I get old?

I wake up in the morning and have to stretch my body to get going, the crackling sounds tell me I need to drink more water. In doing so, I’d be making four trips during the middle of the night instead of the ritual two to the bathroom. The daily walk in the fresh air is supposed to help and by the time I am back in my kitchen, drinking water, the snapping, creaking sounds have subsided. Ah, I am warmed up for the day.

The shower feels wonderful, the drive to work is tolerable, but the walk from van to office is often difficult. The old muscles have melted into inactivity, uric acid has seeped back into place, and the effort to put one foot in front of the other hurts.

Getting old can be painful. Being old and out of shape is hell. How does one repair the physical damage done by years of disregarding needed exercise? Trying to correct those years of neglect with a band-aid of stretching and water is ineffective. How does one face their own stupidity? With a water bottle, and slogging one and a half miles every morning, and sweating, and hoping you can do it all over again the next day.

posted by Shirley @ Wednesday, July 29, 2009 0 comments

Wednesday, July 15, 2009

Sweet Jesus

Jesus loves me. I know this because my parents told me that the Bible says so. Therefore, that man who wears his hair long, has a beard, and walks around in a bathrobe loves me. Who is he? I’m only six years old, but I know that Jesus loves me.

Sweet sixteen and never been kissed because Jesus teaches that good little girls don’t get involved with boys .. they just want to kiss and touch boobs. I wonder how Jesus dealt with hormones. Did God make Jesus different than the rest of us?

Praise Jesus! I have a home and a husband and children and am only 30 years old. So fortunate in this day and age to have so much. Loving Jesus is supposed to make me happy. Then why am I just tired and bored and sad most of the time?

Thirty-six with three children and a cheating husband. Jesus is Lord and won’t give me more than I can handle. That’s why I’m eating all the pain and frustration all the way up to 300 pounds. Jesus provides everything, including long-johns with cream filling and frosting on top. I have a home and wonderful kids to take care of…. But I want someone to take care of me too. The church says to let Jesus be my husband. Right. Jesus is not a flesh and blood person to hold me close or make love to me. Does Jesus forgive blasphemy? Is questioning blasphemy?

A loving Father, Jesus, has set me free from that farce called a marriage. Now, at 43 I’m on my own to work, help my teenagers cope with a split family, and try to meet my needs – my habits of food and shelter and sugar. Perhaps he’ll help me find someone that will love me and treat me with respect. I hear that Jesus loves me just the way I am. Why can’t others?

Good grief, am I really 60? I’ve tried for all these years to give my life to you, Jesus, so you will direct my steps. I keep putting my life on that altar, and then grab it back down as I walk away. You’ve said to lean on you, trust you, worship you – that way I’ll be happy in whatever circumstances I find myself. I’m beginning to believe that to understand myself is true happiness.

Jesus, will I ever get it right? Will I ever find someone who loves unconditionally – who enjoys life and laughs uproariously – who gives without expecting anything in return – who willingly helps everyone, family, friends, strangers – who believes there is more to life than the eye can see?

Who would ever have thought that finally I have found that one person to make a difference in my existence. Sweet Jesus, it is I.

posted by Shirley @ Wednesday, July 15, 2009 1 comments