MY CONTRIBUTION TO INTERNATIONAL WOMENS DAY - 8 MARCH 2014 (originally written on 6/3/14) Nothing much on my mind at all now ... its quite clear ... Ive just had another nice cuppa cha and a scone as I did yesterday ... Ive listened to a bit of Chopin with an online friend in Australia, Ive made some very nice cauliflower soup ... and ... Ive cleared quite a lot of clutter from my mind as well as from my home. Clutter is so bloody annoying! My recent de-cluttering frenzy around my house has been a good reminder to also de-clutter my mind ... not by meditating and thinking of fluffy clouds ... been there done that years ago and it was very productive back then, but its not appropriate now. No, I needed a different kind of meditation - an active one. I find swimming meditative and I also find housework meditative. I lose myself in it and before I know it, Ive had a Eureka moment! So this has been a more cathartic, no-nonsense, proactive and I have to say, post-menopausal kind of mind de-cluttering. The kind of de-cluttering of the mind, body and soul that every menopausal/postmenopausal woman who cuts her hair short, goes through over a period of years. Let me explain ... when a pre or menopausal woman cuts her hair short, she means business. Shes seen the light. Shes letting you know shes not ashamed of her face. Shes de-cluttering her mind. Shes sick of spending hours in the hairdressers, sick of flicking her hair off her face, sick of fashion, and oddly enough - she becomes more feminine with her short hair, more herself, more comfortable in her own skin. I first cut my hair short when I was 13 and I felt wonderful. It gave my Mother a shock and she wanted me in frills, pointed toe shoes and with permed curly hair. My straight hair wasnt good enough, not feminine enough. But I knew what I liked and I knew what suited me. Comfort. My Dad gave it the thumbs up. He also gave my wearing trousers the thumbs up too. So yes, it suited me better than a head full of rollers to go to sleep in, and stiletto heels to wobble about in and handbags bigger than a suitcase to damage my shoulders and spine with. I told my Mum ... Im not going down that road ... I dont need all that crap to feel like a woman! Of course I did travel down it a wee bit, we all do dont we? We women get dragged down it if were not careful. But not for long. I looked at how sensibly men dress. Comfy flat shoes, trousers, top. End of. And I realised even then at 13, how much pressure we women have put on us in terms of how we dress, what we look like, how we style our hair. Such a load of ******. So, back to the NOW, I suppose this is a bit of a life review for me at the moment. I just decided there were some situations, events, happenings, disasters, traumas, catastrophes, let-downs that I just didnt want lurking around in the cupboards of my mind any more. I dont have time for them, I certainly dont need them, I havent thought about them for a while so Ive used the same rule as I have for my home - if I havent used it in 3 months - I dont need it. Out it goes! And another rule is - I dont have to fill the empty space thats left, with anything else. I can actually have some free space in my mind too. So over the past weeks, and again this evening, Ive basically taken a metaphorical mop, bucket, broom and cobweb sweeper to every damned corner of my mind and swept the whole bloody lot clean! Im whats termed as post menopausal now. Do I care? Do I feel like less of a woman? Do I feel like my life is over? Do I hell! Ive always been a woman, I still am a woman - but Im MY kind of woman these days. Im the woman I want to be, not the woman anyone else wants or has wanted me to be. I really like being me. I dont know it all by any means - and yet - I do. Theres a collective MIND out there, one were all connected to - its a bit like the internet - in fact - the internet is modelled on it. We need a firewall for our mind, and a regular defrag does us the power of good. My firewall is in place and Ive just defragged my mind! Im going to enjoy the space Ive just emptied. Im going to consider what I fill it with or even whether to fill it with anything at all. Im going to take a look at my Akashic Records and see how they look now ... and I might even be a bit of a devil and have another cup of Earl Grey with lemon! We women of a certain age ... we know things ... were receptacles of knowledge .... but we cant always speak them because theyre profound. I studied and practised Buddhism for many years with a Tibetan Lama, Geshe Kelsang Gyatso, in the UK ... and yes ... I was then and still am now, a meat-eater too! My favourite Buddha is Green Tara ... the Buddha of Compassion in Action ... but for years Ive had a bronze or gold coloured Buddha in my living room ... which was fine but not quite me. Id not yet come across a Green Tara Buddha that I resonated with. But last weekend in my lovely local B & M shop, there she was ... Green Tara ... £3.99, just the size and colour I wanted. I know why shes come to me. I know whos sent her to me. And I know why. And thats all there is to it. Om Tare Tuttare Ture Soha Om Tare Tuttare Ture Soha Om Tare Tuttare Ture Soha
Posted on: Sat, 08 Mar 2014 10:05:05 +0000
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