Thinking About Ritchey

“There is but one solution to the intricate riddle of life; to improve ourselves, and contribute to the happiness of others.”

~Mary Shelly

 

Buddhism speaks of the impermanence that is human existence. 

We are born and we die. 

Nobody gets out alive.

However, what exists for each of us between these 

two states is of our own making.

For the last year I have been obsessing about death. 

Like talk to my therapist every two weeks about death obsessing. 

Like not appreciating where I am and what I have due to this obsessing. 

 

On Saturday I read that an old friend had died. 

It was sudden, unexpected, and I am overwhelmed with sadness. 

Sadness for her light that no longer shines. 

Sadness for her family and friends who are hurting.

The outpouring of love and admiration online has given me pause. 

Can I be more like Ritchey?

She was kind. 

She radiated joy. 

Ritchey contributed to the happiness of others.

 

I am hoping that, with Ritchey as an inspiration, I can shake off this melancholy and start contributing to my world’s happiness. 

 

To quote one of Ritchey’s students 

“Can we just spread love and make sure to 

let our people know we love them?”

I’m gonna try and as I do, I’m gonna keep Ritchey

 front and center in my mind as I spread this love.

 

Rest in peace my friend. 

Today I Choose to Focus on How I Feel

The scale is hidden, but I can still sense that the weight 

has not melted away as I expected. 

Damn expectations get me every time.  

After a lifetime of studying the dharma you would think I would know better than to let expectations kick me in the gut, 

but here I stand, arms wrapped around my belly. 

Raging against the lack of progress that I was expecting to see. 

 

Yet, if I just shift my focus a little to the left, 

I see a strong, healthy woman.

 No longer a number on the scale.

 

Ten weeks ago I made some changes to my lifestyle. 

I am (mostly) not drinking my beloved wine during the weeknights. 

I got a little out of control with the wine during the

whole covid/work stress thing.

 I have faithfully been taking all the supplements 

recommended by my doctor, a very expensive, 

very experienced female hormone specialist. 

My diet is mostly healthy.

My meditation practice is strong.

I have been wearing my Fitbit religiously.  

Not to brag, but I just earned my London Underground Badge. 

That’s when you reach 250 miles. 

I did it in 9 weeks with an average of 275 minutes in the “zone”...Fitbit uses “zone” minutes to measure how many minutes you 

spend a week helping your heart stay healthy. 

Recommended for my age is 150 minutes. 

Let’s just say I’ve been a little strutty walking around the house 

on Saturday when I see my weekly numbers. 

Since the driving factor was weight loss, 

I’m struggling with disappointment. 

But why? I feel strong and healthy.

I am working on focusing on how I feel, not how much I weigh. 

This has been a lifelong struggle for me, and I’m guessing 

for some of you out there as well. 

Here’s to reminding us to focus on our health and not the scale.

 I figured since I needed this reminder today, 

maybe somebody out there did too.

 

 

The Downside of Being Involved With a Preening Peacock

The year is 1851. A young woman lifts her cumbersome skirt and its various paraphernalia and steps off the train. She searches for a face she has only seen once in a grainy photograph. Once spotted, she visibly deflates. The paunchy, preening peacock is loudly talking to a group of men who are less than interested in what he has to say by the looks on their faces. The woman steps aside and observes this interaction between her soon-to-be husband and the group he is speaking to. 

 

I keep thinking about this time in history which, for many women, was a time of little choice as to what they would like to do with their life or who they would like to spend it with. I find myself in an untenable situation where a paunchy, preening peacock is in charge of a financial situation that I am attached to. I have no say, I am expected to smile and nod my head, all the while knowing that we are losing money due to this man’s incompetence. My mind is keenly focused on all those intelligent women who found themselves attached to a preening peacock...at least I know my arrangement will end soon. 

 

 

Self Awareness is a Bitch

 “Patterns driven by old hurt don’t go away easily. Building self-awareness is half the battle...you have to chip away at them with your intention so you can let the new you take the lead.”

~Yung Pueblo

 

I have figured out that one of my biggest triggers is not being seen. We all have these leftover childhood wounds that trigger us and, to live a more peaceful existence, we must figure them out. Without an understanding of why you are feeling what you’re feeling it (whatever “it” is for you),will continue to arise and drive your response...I know this from personal experience. 

 

I ran errands last week; one was to our local meat market. I took my number when I entered the store and waited at the counter for my turn. There were two people working behind the counter; one was on the phone, and one was taking the most tedious order I have ever seen from a very elderly woman. The woman hung up the phone and immediately started talking to another customer who had walked up after me. She then started waiting on this woman. I was so hurt that I had been overlooked that my lower lip started to quiver. Immediately I knew that the severity of my emotions did not match the situation. Read that again: The severity of the emotion does not match the situation. That’s always a sure sign a button is being pushed. I walked closer to the woman behind the counter and asked if they were using the number system today. Startled, she said I am so sorry, yes, we are, and began to move to help me instead of the woman who had entered after me. To my surprise I said, “No worries. Go ahead and finish with her.” That, my friends, is a win for psychotherapy! When I was younger my response would have been a hot (probably nasty) mess. 

 

What are your triggers? Your buttons? Are you aware of them? I have too much time on my hands and would love to hear what you’re working on.