Two Dutch Girls on a Road Trip to Wiltshire

Road Trip 2017 (2) - Richmond to Chawton to Salisbury.

Good afternoon! Would you like to join me for the second part of my road trip in the South-West of England? A long time wish of my daughter...

Showing posts with label mindfulness. Show all posts
Showing posts with label mindfulness. Show all posts

Sunday, 23 November 2014

Happy One Year Anniversary to Rays of Light The Blog.

Hiya! By the time you read this, that means it has turned November 24th, and Rays of Light has been up in the air for exactly one year.
And what a year it has been!



Whether you have read just one post, or if you have been a regular reader, know this:
this has been an amazing journey!

I started out in November 2013 feeling not a little depressed, anxious, frazzled, morose, and-what-have-you. In short: not a happy little bunny!


Being an overzealous conscientious worker was finally catching up with me. In short: taking over and turning me upside down, inside out and generally pissing me about.
I started suffering (yes, really suffering!) from stress-related garbage, and traumatic events from my youth (long repressed) suddenly coming to the surface and costing me my peace of mind.

Still.

I do.
In the middle of all the shit, all the pain, all the heartache, there is good. I witness it every day.
It's in the little things. 
The smile in the street. The hand on my shoulder. The cup of coffee waiting for me when I get to work in the mornings. The warm greeting by a pupil. The palpable love given me. The wet nose of Viggo on my cheek in the night. The trusting look of Gina.

To get myself back into mental shape, I turned to three things: blogging, music and Ralph Waldo Emerson.


This is SUCH sound advice!

Hopefully you have enjoyed my blog. And you're welcome. I intend to keep on keeping on.
I'll post about music. About life in between the lines. And Viggo will join us from time to time.

I'll leave you with the soundtrack of my life. Just follow the link.David Bowie - Changes












Sunday, 12 October 2014

Fast Approaching the One Year Mark!

Good Sunday morning to you, my blog-friends!
It is October 12th, and we are fast moving towards November 24th and the One-Year Rays of Light mark.
And I am experiencing this (tiny) dilemma.

To continue, or not to continue?


You see, I am easily bored. It is one of my lesser attractive personality traits, I suppose.
My main goal, if I had one (did I have one? Yes, I suppose I did), was to provide myself with a venting system, and to provide others - you - with some innocent entertainment.
The secondary goal was to reach first 5,000 and then 10,000 page views.
By now, I am approaching the 12,000 page views. Which is...nice.
On the other hand, I have exactly 12 followers. (I used to have 13, but one left. Why? Frith knows.)

And there you have it.
This blogger's lark is so anonymous. Hardly anyone lets me know what they have felt, experienced, thought, whilst reading my posts. So I am blogging away in the dark, so to speak.
My stats show me some of my posts (the ones about Viggo, for instance) are popular. And they show me my blog is most widely read in the Ukraine (WHY???) I have never been near the Ukraine, let alone that I know anyone there...I tend to do well in the Balkans anyway, and some Russians read my blog...

Still. The thought that I could do other (better?) things with my time sneaks up on me more and more often.
Now, there's a point to all this. You can play your part!

Instead of my next goal being yet more readers (they will get here anyway; by now this blog is a snowball slowly rolling downhill under its own momentum) my next goal will be to gather followers. Like you gather flowers.


I'll give you, and myself, another couple of months. You know, just to see where this will lead.
And you can click that button on my home page, saying you have become a follower. Make a statement. Access The Zone, to quote Viggo. It will do no harm. You will gain a regular uplifting post. 





Sunday, 7 September 2014

And....Counting!

Good evening, my blog friends and assorted dreamers!
This blog has been in existence since November 24th, 2013.  And it looks like I will have had more than 10,000 readers by this October. Not bad, eh?


Now I am perfectly aware that this blog means zilch in the scheme of things. 
Nothing, nada, niente.
The world is burning, and I am posting pretty pictures of cats and flowers (and the occasional dog or owl) and writing about bicycle trips and mindfulness. Absolutely insignificant.

Politics do interest me, but I tend to keep far away from blogging about them, except when I get so indignant that I cannot keep quiet. The reason for this is that I feel others are far better at the political angle than I am.

So. As a step up to my goal (10,000 people reading my blog and hopefully cracking a smile before Nov. 24th 2014), I'll go bananas and post something not in the least resembling a cat. 
Hope you like it! And do visit again; you are most welcome.




Monday, 1 September 2014

The Last Ity: Purity.

There we are: all 18 Ities done. And it has been lovely. Thank you swami and thank you Happinez Magazine for calling them to my attention!



I am a great believer in purity.
Blessed are the pure of heart!

Now, on a prosaic note, my husband will tell you that my house is far from pure most of the time, but I don't equate cleanliness with purity. My mistake, I'm sure.
For me, purity has more philosophical hues. I see a house as pure when there are no bad vibes floating around. And when there are (and in a house where there are adolescents there is no escaping them, alas, all that adolescent anger and angst), I strongly believe in getting rid of those vibes by letting as much fresh air in as possible. And by purifying by using frankincense and herbs like sage. And by playing beautiful music.

Okay. Okay.
Laugh if you must.
If this post makes you see me in a totally new (and dotty) light - so be it.
This is my belief. My conviction.


I have told you before that I do not believe in any religion, that I believe in the goodness of humans ( so call me humanitarian for lack of a better word), but I have also told you I have a very strong Pagan streak ingrained in my very being.

Where it comes from? Frith knows. It has always been there. When I was 4 I roamed the country lanes singing I was a flower child, princess of the faeries...so there you have it.


Back to purity.
What is more pure than a small child, uncorrupted by the beliefs of its elders? Or a young animal, still innocent? Or a flower? Or a brook? Or the dew on the grass in the early morning, when the people still dream in their beds and only the birds are awake?

I wish the world could be pure. Pure and innocent.
Yep. Always the dreamer...

I wish you a very good day. I hope those 18 "Ities"of the swami have given you some food for thought.
I have had a good time. Hope you have had it too! Peace, my friend.









Thursday, 14 August 2014

Sweet Charity - the 16th Ity.

Charity features in all religions - in some larger than in others, but you bet it is there.
Whenever I ask someone about what is best in their religion (and I frequently ask this question, as it interests me), this is often the first answer I get. You should do good deeds, share your wealth with those who have less, take care of the needy.



Then WHY is there so much suffering in this world of ours??? If all people who are of some sort of faith live by it?
Somehow it doesn't work...it is awry.

When I sold my flowers in a stall on a Kilburn street corner, a long long long looooooong time ago, I used to see the vagrants searching through the bins. Most of them had an alcohol problem. I was on a nodding acquaintance with some of them, and one of the females even talked to me from time to time. I had my money in a moneybag around my waist, and never once did I feel unsafe. I felt they recognised me as a non-threat, and they would therefore not threaten (or rob) me.
One time one of the men asked me for money, almost politely. I refused, told him it wasn't my money but that of my boss, but offered to buy him a sandwich out of my own lunch money. To my amazement and incomprehension, he started spouting abuse. He told me he did not want my charity (the bacon sandwich), he wanted beer money!


To this day I still do not understand what drove him to get so angry with me. I meant well.

My Mum always taught me to accept gifts gracefully, even if I didn't like them.  
Still. What I can relate to, is that if you are a proud person, and if you have to rely on charity for some reason, that must be really hard.

Oh well. We have a saying in the Wetlands: "It is better to give, then to receive". Even if this gift surmounts to nothing more than just a drop in the ocean, I believe this to be truth.





Friday, 18 July 2014

All Out Of Sorts Today...The aftermath of that plane crash.

Good morning, Dreamers and Other Peaceful Folk!
Today I am torn between grief and happiness. Grief for the victims of that Malaysian plane with innocent tourists and happiness because of the glorious sun and balmy temperatures.



"You may call me a dreamer, but I'm not the only one..."
Words of the late great John Lennon. I wonder what he would have said about the world of today...




How will I get this message out into the world? I'm not a well-known person, so who will listen?
The only thing I can think of is to send my thoughts of peace into space. Which is what I will do tonight. Again.
Perhaps you will join me?





Thursday, 17 July 2014

Peace, Peace, Peace! All it takes is You...

Good evening from the sweltering Wetlands. We are experiencing an official heatwave, and that is SO rare in my country that everyone is out of sorts.
You simply cannot win, can you? Our normal wet & windy weather makes us complain, and this hot & sunny weather ditto...
Personally I love it! After 3 days of non-stop painting our living room is pristine white and very peaceful, and as from noon today I have been lounging under my garden umbrella-ella-ella.


Artwork by Taylor McCormick

But what I want to talk to you about, is not the glorious sun, but the news today. I only read the headlines on the internet just now, and they almost made me weep.

Israël and Palestine are killing each other's citizens. A never-ending story of hate.
Ukraïne seperatists shoot an airliner out of the sky (which left from Schiphol= Amsterdam Airport) with my fellow countrymen on board. What on earth? What wrong have these tourists done to you?
Some guy beats up an old couple after he (!) has first caused an accident and they have the temerity to complain about this.
Some other guy abducts an 15 year old retarded girl in the Rotterdam tube and takes her to a house where he and 3 friends abuse her.

I stopped reading then.
There's nothing I can do about all of this. So I could shrug and put it out of my mind. And concentrate on my lovely garden.

Instead, I am going to do something and then I will take a walk through my garden and let all negativity flow from my thoughts.


I am going to send thoughts of Peace to all of you.

PEACE!



Use them wisely!!!



Monday, 14 July 2014

Time for the Swami Again: Integrity!

Hey you. It's Monday, and I've spent the day painting our living room. So now it is time to unwind with a post about the "Ity" of the week.
And the subject is a good one; one dear to my heart.


How many people do you know that have this quality?
Perhaps I have told you before, but I am very like Mr Darcy. My good opinion once lost, has been lost forever. And there is nothing that will affect my good opinion as much as integrity. And if you have lost your integrity in my eyes, boy, are you in trouble. It is not a very attractive trait of mine...But I cannot help it.


Like all felines, I have claws...
On the other hand, if you show integrity, you have my admiration for all time. 
Some people have this inner strength that helps them to steer a straight course, always, no matter what others say or do. It's a pity that many of us are governed by politicians who should have integrity, but haven't got it...


All we ordinary people can do, is strive for truthfulness and an inner compass that shows us the way. And to look to examples that history has shown us to be worth following.





Thursday, 3 July 2014

Swami-Time: Tenacity. Always a good thing?

Hello again.
The first thing that leapt to mind when I thought about this 12th "Ity" was that you can translate tenacity into bullheadedness. And is that a good thing?



To keep it personal: I am nothing if not tenacious. But that could prove to be my achilles heel as well. When does tenacity turn into a stubborn refusal to face facts and let go of a bad situation?

(Right. Before all of you start merrily guessing about what on earth I am talking about, I will not lift up a tip of the veil. Ha!
Sorry. Some things are better kept private.)

Back on track: tenacity. It can be a very good thing. It means you do not give up very easily, that you hold on, that you are determined. You are prepared to make a stand, even.


And it can apply to all sorts of things. Your work. Your health. A skill. Your life.

Which again leads to a leap of the mind:
I've had a notification of someone's suicide four times in my life now. 
The first thing that jagged through my head every time like a bolt of lightning was the question why?

Of these four, three persons were not terminally ill. They had loving people around them. All three had not reached their 50's yet. 
One did have a terminal stage of cancer. He clung to life with a tenacity and a zest that was great to behold. But when the cancer returned, after a respite of 7 years, he decided to take the matters into his own hands. He was as determined in this as he had been in living life to the max. The same day he was told the terrible news that the cancer had returned, he ended his life.

I do not judge.
I question. What triggers one person to hang on to life with tenacity, and the other to want to end it just as tenaciously? 



Wednesday, 25 June 2014

The 11th "Ity" : Humility. #5 Things that make me feel Humble.

Good evening, my friends. Time for the Swami again.
How are you? I'm tired, but fine. And before I take myself off to my bed I'd thought to tell you about my personal take on humility.
Humility is the quality of not thinking that you are better than other people.



1. Nature.

If there's one thing that makes me feel humble, it is the force of nature. Ever since I witnessed a lightning strike in my back garden which plunged the entire street into darkness, blew a hole in the roof and melted my fusebox, I am in awe of thunder&lightning. And living 4 m. below sea level also makes a person aware of what water can do. I'd say this is humbling...

2. This last year at work.

Having been a popular teacher at one school, and then losing this job through cutbacks and having to start afresh at a totally different inner-city school with totally different (often deprived) youngsters, has been one of the most humbling experiences of my life. But I am happy to say I can hum along with Elton John: "I'm Still Standing".

3. My next-door neighbour.

He was already living there when we moved in, in 1994. He's had polio as a child, I believe. He was still able to cycle on a normal bicycle in 1994. Since then, we have seen his movements steadily deteriorate. Normal bike, three-wheel bike, motor wheelchair. He lives on a small state allowance and does janitor work at a primary school, which means he takes the 6 o'clock bus every day. What humbles me is that he never complains. And he is always cheerful!

4. An example of Greek hospitality.

When I was 22, I travelled around Greece by train. It was high summer, and blazingly hot. I took care to always have a liter bottle of water with me, but at some stage on the way to Kalamata my water ran out and there was no opportunity to buy new. That evening my friend and me wearily and thirstily walked along a dirt road on the way to a campsite, when we passed a hovel. No other word for it. Outside this falling down house there was a pump, and at the pump a very old woman was washing herself. We ogled the water, and she noticed this, and waved at us (this Greek wave is funny, for it appears that they are shooing you away, when they actually wave you to approach). So we walked to her, and with sign language asked permission to fill our bottle. Before we knew it we were dragged into her kitchen, where she sat us down and shared her evening meal with us. And then sent us on our way with a sack full of lemons, cucumbers and figs. I fell in love with Greece there and then, and have returned to this country many times since.

5. Pain.

Pain is the great equaliser. When I was pregnant with my son, 22 years ago, I had necrosis in my womb, and it was stunningly painful. I spent 7 months in hospital and only barely made it out alive.
I felt very, very humble there, especially at night when everyone else was asleep and I was at the mercy of the night nurses (who were very kind, most of them!).


Humility, in my eyes, is one of THE best and important qualities to have as a human being.
I do so hate a braggart.



Tuesday, 10 June 2014

The 9th "Ity": Non-irritability. Not easy, with all those short fuses!

Hi, my followers of the 18 "Ities" of the Swami. How are you today? Kept your head cool? Greeted Life with a balanced mind? This is a post about being slow to anger.



We Dutchies have perfected the short fuse. 

Coming from a very relaxed "Peace, man!" Seventies into a frenetic Eighties where all Hippy ideals were put out together with the garbage, straight into yuppie selfish me first and the world much later Ninety-dom complete with house music and shaved heads, gliding into the complacent after-party of the Millennium and wham-bam! into the crises 2010 and onwards.
As I said: short, very short fuses.

The funny thing is that most (if not all) religions teach us to be calm and to not let our tempers rule us.
I've not made a secret of my agnosticism (which runs over into my very own brand of Paganism combined with Zen, if the mood takes me), but I am open to religious philosophy and admire prophets and seers who tell us to be peaceful and non-violent. So the non-irritability "ity" of the swami lies comfortably in my being.

I like unflappable people. In fact, as far as I'm concerned "unflappability" could well have been the 19th ity. I remember sitting on the Tube platform while there was a sudden strike on, amidst hot and bothered angry people trying to get home from the office, and seeing an unflappable middle-aged man in a bowler hat eating a banana, cool as a cucumber, oozing peace and tranquility. 
Whenever I am in danger of losing my cool, I try to envisage this man. It usually works, but not always.

Why do we have such sort fuses? Why do we scream at strangers to "shut the f*** up" complete with deadly diseases before the noun of his or her gender?
I witnessed this only last Saturday. My over-the-road young neighbour (22) had a drunken fight in the street with his equally drunk girlfriend, at 2 in the morning. They screamed at each other, waking up the entire street. (I later found out that I was not the only middle-aged woman keeping watch 'just in case' of it getting out of hand). After they had reached an impasse, but kept on screaming, abusing and shouting, one of my more outspoken neighbours yelled at them to keep it down a bit. That's all: "keep it down a bit". Both of them screamed back at her, both used words like 'cancer' 'whore', 'slut' 'typhoid' (all the worst Dutch swearwords one can use), telling her not to meddle.
The strange effect was that the young couple found each other in this, so their argument died down a bit.

But why? I do not know. A theory is that our society is too fast, too busy, too many people on a very small plot of land, too many 'foreigners', too many different cultures. But also too much 'doctored' food, too much sugar, too much alcohol, not enough social control, not enough empathy. Not enough patience. A drifting away from all those religious teachings telling people to turn the other cheek?

It's worrying. On the other hand, there is a small but very persistent movement towards getting back those old values. The crisis has made people realise a bit more that they need each other. That being kind costs nothing, but has great value.


I wish you a peaceful evening!









Monday, 2 June 2014

Fixity - Set Your Targets and Stay Firm!

Monday, Monday, so it's time for the Swami. This week's (8th) ity is Fixity.
Fixity means 'the quality of being firm and not changing'.
(And what an important quality this is for a teacher!)


To tell you the truth, I had never even heard of this word, I had to look it up in my trusted Oxford Dictionary.

Being firm has had rather an un-fixed status in the past century. First we had to be firm, then we had to throw being firm completely overboard for the sake of being on an equal footing with our youngsters (and boy, did they like that) and then (after riots in supermarkets, classrooms and most homes) Super-Nanny came on national TV to tell us that we have to be firm. 
And we're back at where we started...

Frankly, I find the 'not changing' bit far more interesting. It gives you the opportunity to go after what you really want out of life. If you are changing your targets all the time, you end up wasting a lot of time. And, nice side-efect, people usually know what you are about.
Personally I get very tired of people who are changeable as the weather (and believe me, our Dutch weather can change 10 times in one day).


My cat is extremely good at this concept. Viggo fixes his eyes on, for example, a butterfly, and will not look at anything else until he has jumped at this creature. When he has caught it, fine, when he has not, he immediately loses interest and sets himself a new target.
Or he rolls himself into the heather and has a snooze. He is extremely good at adapting targets as well.

I tend to set goals and move towards them at a steady pace. And yes, I have been known to roll into my bed and have a snooze when I reach a glitz.

If you are in business, or studying, the idea of setting goals will be a familiar one.
But in other professions, or if you are a housewife, it is not as mapped out.
Do you set goals for yourself? And do you give yourself a pat on the back when you reach them?

And what is your opinion about being firm to children and adolescents? I don't advocate a return to spanking, but a little more obedience and respect would go down nicely with me.
How about you?