Life...: Sit, Stay, Heel...

Friday, July 16, 2010

Sit, Stay, Heel...

I recently read a story in my Prevention magazine (which you may know is my health Bible). And in this story a woman found comfort and peace through her dogs. She made Sit, Stay, Heel her new motto because of the love and consistency her dogs provided her with.

So this brings me to a new idea and a mantra of my own. A new way of life.

It sounds so simple - Sit, Stay, Heel.

But what it means to me is...

Sit, sit for a few minutes each day. Sit and think about life, love or whatever is on my mind. I mean really sit. No outside influences, no background noise, nothing, just sit. It's amazing how this can help me sort through the ocean waves of thoughts that pass through the mind. I always wished I could have a blank mind if only for a few minutes. But that is truly hard to accomplish. My mind is always thinking, never having a moment of silence itself. So I just began but I plan to sit everyday, if only for a few moments, to clear my mind and think about life's events. It's funny, I have already learned that when I sit, my mind is at peace for a moment.

Stay, stay there for a moment. Stay in that place where I find peace and comfort. Stay and listen to what my body, mind and soul are telling me. I think a lot of questions get answered when I stay. And when I stay, I really stay, in that moment. I often wonder if I had made different choices in life where I'd be. But I know from staying, that I am where I'm supposed to be. I stay and enjoy the thoughts in my head and the sorting of things that I can do when I stay.

Heel, when I ask Smoky to heel, I'm really asking him to sit and stay. So now I have to remind myself to heel. And when I heel, I sit and I stay. Some how, some way, I begin to heal. I need to heal. I cannot go on in my friendships, relationships, or hardships until I heal. I never healed after the divorce, I never healed after graduating college and not landing a job right away, I never healed from lost friendships, I never healed from my parents way of parenting. I never healed from so many things. So today, I heal. And tomorrow I heal a little more. And soon enough I will be healed.

1 comment:

ChelsieJuly 16, 2010 at 9:20 AM
I definitely have the sitting part down.. that's basically what I do on my couch every day! Haha

I'm glad you have picked up blogging! It's nice to have something to do while sitting... and being unemployed!
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Things that I love the most:

The way Meagan says I love you, it melts my heart, oh and
the once I year I get to see my nephews, because I miss them so much!

The smell of honeysuckle when the spring wind blows,
and how the sunlight heats my face.

The feeling of falling in love, and the hard work it takes to stay there.

Post-It notes, school supplies, new pens and pink erasers.

Pouring my heart out on this blog, and not caring who reads it because it is who I am.

Books for kids, books for adults, books about life, books about love and books on self-improvement.

Laughter, the kind that makes you cry or pee in your pants, laughing at the silly things life holds and at the mistakes I make.

The way a child's face lights up when they realize they do "get it", and knowing that I helped them get there.

Instant gratification, even if it takes a while to get.

Peanut M&M's and decorated cupcakes, but most of all enjoying them with a friend.

The way he pushes my buttons since I'm so cute when I'm angry, and then we laugh.

Having a tiny hand in mine as we walk to the park, when you know you are their protector and guide, and somehow they know they are yours.

The smell of suntan lotion in the summer, the sun at the beach, and the pages of an old book.

Good friends, the kind you consider your family, the ones that don't leave when times are rough, the ones that don't disappear when life goes off course, the ones that don't quit or let you quit when you are tired.

Crossword puzzles, learning new words and their meanings, and then using them in a sentence so someone else can learn them too.

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This is what we are about:
We plant seeds that one day will grow.
We water seeds already planted, knowing that they hold the future promise.
We lay foundations that will need further development.
We must provide yeast that produces affects beyond our capabilities.

We cannot do everything
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and do it very well.
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We may never see the end results,
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We are workers, not master builders,
ministers, not messiahs.
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Where I’m From

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By the rocking chair where you were held tight.

I’m from up the hill, under the pine tree where the sap stuck to my toes

From the mile long clothesline stretched across the yard,

From the home inside that buzzed in the summer and stung my nose.

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Christmas with cookies and milk, stockings that hang, newspaper wrapping that covered a doll, when all I wanted was a basketball

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and by the way eat your veggies because children in Africa are starving.

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To try not to change the world, but to change a child, make them be their best even if you have to give them a piece of your soul.

To be your best everyday, even when it seems that you have given your all.

To fight for social justice, because it is right, moral and a social necessity.

To know that teaching has its successes and its failures. If a teacher isn't making mistakes then they are probably not taking risks.

To take risks and learn from the mistakes.

To have a classroom that feels like a home, where I, my students and their parents can feel comfortable and loved.

To overcome the daily challenges of teaching with a smile on my face and a warm heart.

To teach the "unteachable" - to have someone learn something when every other teacher said they were "unteachable".

To not lecture of group of young minds, but lead them through thoughts and questions they have about the world.

To know, I am good at what I do because it is my passion - not just a paycheck.

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