The 12 Months of 2016

This is to the tune of “The 12 Days of Christmas”, except for the very first line that you can read silently and ponder. I gave up resolutions a few years ago and haven’t looked back.What about you? 

 

[On the last day of the year, my true Self said to me : “NO RESOLUTIONS!”]

 

Then the first month of the year my true Self gave to me,

permission to simply be me.

 

The second month of the year, my true Self gave to me,

Two grateful thoughts, and permission to simply be me.

 

The third month of the year, my true Self gave to me,

Three deep breaths,

Two grateful thoughts, and permission to simply be me.

 

The fourth month of the year, my true Self gave to me,

Four loving hugs,

Three deep breaths, two grateful thoughts, and permission to simply be me.

 

The fifth month of the year, my true Self gave to me,

Five nature walks,

four loving hugs, three deep breaths,  two grateful thoughts, and permission to simply be me.

 

The sixth month of the year, my true Self gave to me,

Six meditations,

Five nature walks, four loving hugs, three deep breaths, two grateful thoughts, and permission to simply be me.

 

The seventh month of the year, my true Self gave to me,

Seven dreams come true,

Six meditations, five nature walks, four loving hugs, three deep breaths, two grateful thoughts, and permission to simply be me.

 

The eighth month of the year, my true Self gave to me,

Eight poems-a writing,

Seven dreams come true, six meditations, five nature walks, four loving hugs, three deep breaths, two grateful thoughts, and permission to simply be me.

 

The ninth month of the year, my true Self gave to me,

Nine honest prayers,

Eight poems a-writing, seven dreams come true, six meditations, five nature walks, four loving hugs, three deep breaths, two grateful thoughts, and permission to simply be me.

 

The tenth month of the year, my true Self gave to me,

Ten friendly signs,

nine honest prayers, eight poems a-writing, seven dreams come true, six meditations, five nature walks, four loving hugs, three deep breaths, two grateful thoughts, and permission to simply be me.

 

The eleventh month of the year, my true Self gave to me,

Eleven bold steps,

Ten friendly words, nine honest prayers, eight poems a-writing, seven dreams come true, six meditations, five nature walks, four loving hugs, three deep breaths, two grateful thoughts, and permission to simply be me.

 

The twelfth month of the year, my true Self gave to me,

Twelve open doors,

Eleven bold steps, ten friendly words, nine honest prayers, eight poems a-writing, seven dreams come true, six meditations, five nature walks, four loving hugs, three deep breaths, two grateful thoughts, and permission to simply be me.

 

HAPPY NEW YEAR. May it be basked in light and the warmth of understanding and companionship.

 

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A Tale of Three Fingers

The prompt asked that we write a very short story from 3 different perspectives. Fun, fun, fun,

 

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Hey you! Yes, you, Life! What the heck do you think you’ re doing? Trying to slow me down? Thinking you can win this? Watch me. Watch me fight you all the way, climbing a little higher every day. You may go after me and block my way but I’ll keep moving ahead in the direction I choose. F– off already! – Signed, The Middle Finger

Life, when will you leave me alone to enjoy myself? Every time I start relaxing another crisis shows its ugly head. Aren’t you tired of giving me such a hard time? Why do so many have it much easier than I do? Why are you picking on me? Why me? Am I not kind dutiful? I am a good person to whom bad things happen and I blame you entirely. Poor me. Bad you. – Signed, The Index Finger

Good morning, Life. Whatever you decide to bring on today, I’m ready. Ready to dance or rest. Prepared to work or play. Willing to try or simply savor. I am you and you are me, flowing together in this one great adventure. I don’t seek to understand it. I don’t strive to best it. What will be will be. My heart is open and my spirit free. Take me where I’ m needed. Show me what’s wanted. Thank you! – Signed, The Thumb Up

My Bold Truth

This is a response I posted today for a 10 day photography/writing class I’m part of. The prompt was “truth”.

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Yesterday I came very, very close to dropping out of this class.

I started last week full of enthusiasm at the idea of growing and creating with both words and photography. Five days later, anxiety symptoms had returned and I was once again filled with self-doubt.  Surely, real depth came from darkness if I were to trust the vibes permeating the class. Most posted about their pain and struggles. Captures of moments of joy and light were few and far between, timid exceptions to a sad rule. “This is not my truth”, I thought, “not my tribe.”

Every human journey is unique, yet we all share the same pain and challenges through the simple facts that we breathe the same air and feel the same emotions. We all taste loss, unworthiness, and fear. We all, sooner or later, touch the bottom of our humanness. It teaches us about humility, compassion, and resilience.  But we also all hold the capacity for joy. I too walked the walk of the wounded, trapped in the pit of my own sorrow. I too created from that space when it was the only relief in sight. It made room for healing and new possibilities, and little by little, the light returned.

There’s power and nurturing in this light because it knows the darkness well and like roots planted deep in the soil need sunshine and rain to grow into all they can be, I now choose to create from that space of hope and love. Love for my journey, for myself, for you, for Life. I choose Joy. I choose to celebrate every moment I get to embrace who I am and be a grateful witness to all that life has to offer.

This is my truth and today I boldly stand up for it.

Maryse Godet Copans © 2015

Gotcha!

Don’t you love that moment when you know you’ve been taken for a ride but are not exactly sure how it happened? Or at least, don’t you love it when it happens to somebody else? My husband complains that I throw things out too often and too fast. According to him I’m a compulsive ‘binner’ (from the British word ‘bin’ meaning ‘garbage can’). The temptation was hard to resist when, one day, as we were both in the kitchen, he started slicing some cheese for his sandwich. I’m talking about hard-crusted, aged Gouda cheese. Four golden and luscious slices of expensive cheese, lying there, on the cutting board. He turned around to take his bagel out of the toaster oven. That was my window of opportunity. I moved fast and hid the cheese under a plastic container. He reached out to the counter to pick up the four slices, his plate in his right hand. I could tell that in his mind he was already enjoying the rich and sharp taste of the cheese. His private trip into dairy heaven came to an abrupt end when he noticed that his pieces had gone missing. There was nothing there; just a few crumbs, that was all.

“What happened to the slices I just cut?” he said.

“Those were slices? They looked like crust to me; I just threw them away”, I delivered with as straight a face as I could manage.

“No, tell me you didn’t; it’s just not possible. Geez, two seconds, I turn around for two seconds and they’re gone?” his voice was a pitch higher; his anger, tangible. He was mad. Really, really mad. It was no laughing matter: some extra sharp, delectable Gouda imported from Holland had found its way into our trash.

I met his eyes. It must have been the hint of a smile on my lips that gave me away. And there it was, good enough to eat: THE MOMENT! The split second of recognition in his eyes. He was starting to understand that I had just played a joke on him but he was still not quite sure what to make of it. After all, the slices of cheese were still missing. And re-appear they did, four pieces miraculously recovered by a devoted wife. I was dying with laughter and he was doing his best to try and remain upset. “Gotcha!”

What’s your special and funny moment? Make me laugh! 🙂

Copyright © Maryse G. Copans – January 2010