Let it Go!

Here we are at the end of the week again. A chance to breathe and refresh, enjoy our personal time with family, friends and ourselves. Ah, The Weekend! Until most recently, I found myself surviving the week to recoup over the weekends. The rush and busy week days of being full-time Wife, Mom, and Educator had me overwhelmed with anxiety and exhaustion. I think I knew it but honestly denied it to myself and anyone who might have asked how I was doing. “I was great!” was the typical response, usually followed up with “Busy!”, but it came with the choices I made professionally to be in the leadership role I enjoyed and I was okay with that (or so I said to myself and everyone). Here’s the thing, I know I was tired. Every end of day felt like a Friday afternoon after a hectic week.

In our society, at least for many in my generation, we work to make a difference. We hope to leave our community and world a bit brighter, and better than now. To do this, we push ourselves and everyone around us to be the best they can be. Our constant push to do it better and better leads us to greater opportunities, yes, but there is a shadow side to this. It becomes challenging to locate and accept the time to allow breathing space for the sole purpose to enjoy the current moment. For this reason, relaxation is limited to weekends and vacations. In our minds, we are constantly needing to push for something to consider ourselves effective. Be a better parent, child, employee, leader…this gets to be EXHAUSTING! We need to accept our need for reflection and allow ourselves freedom to step away from constant performing.

So, here’s a question for you to reflect on. What do you absolutely love to do when you have no requirements of time, nothing scheduled, no chores, no work, just you time? When was the last time you completed this activity? Was it recent? Or do you have a tough time remembering the last time? For me, it is singing in a choir. Learning music and practicing to make it sound as the composers intended. It is a joyful activity that I absolutely love. It’s been seven years for me. Definitely, time to get back to it!

I encourage you to find that joyful activity, whatever it is, and make a plan for it to

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Children know how to make it look so easy. Find your carefree joy and with all the rest of your worries, let it go!!!

happen in your life, regularly! Quite possibly,  it will guide you to a more balanced week and life (even in the crazy!).  You can let go of your internal pushing and give yourself the freedom and time to enjoy life, to breathe, and refresh. The best part of you will shine when you stay true to who you are meant to be. To do this, you must know who you are and what you love. Take the time to find your joy in the busy week of living and you will surprise yourself at how purposeful your life becomes.

Stop the constant pushing, pushing, pushing, Let It Go!

Carrie Ruth  #shineon

What’s the Secret? Even though the grief lives on, a smile remains?

43476119_1435753529890350_855433335038541824_nTo sit over a cup of coffee and listen to a Vietnam Veteran share his  most horrible memory makes me question how we can overcome such trauma and grief. Today is seven years since my final grandparent passed on. That grief came as a sweet and blessed gift of joyful memories. But what about the grief that so many carry that isn’t sweet nor blessed? How have so many men and women managed to continue when the memories are so ugly and dark? AND, how is it incredibly possible like with our Veteran friend, that he could still have such hope in others and a smile to share for all?

This is the life learning that we need to be sharing about. We need to find out how so many in our world find a way to dig out of the dark, the depression, the sadness and share it out to all! This is what it means to shine on.

A dear friend of mine recently lost her grandfather. Her grief is no less, however there is again a sweetness to it. A joy of sorts in the life her grandfather led and the amazing people he inspired.  Another friend, whose mother died from suicide an ugly memory of someone loved so much. Does the mind block it out? Is it subconsciously hidden away in the far recesses of the mind?

I’ve recently read about the trauma victims of sexual assault and how they continue to carry the grief years after the event of assault. The victims share their stories and the memories that they carry forever. The overwhelming grief of one victim who recently presented her story publicly to the nation is not one I can dismiss in my heart and mind. Instead, I question how these victims have overcome and found ways to still live despite the ugly memories and grief, as I do not doubt that it is forever there. Because in these lived experiences and overcoming stories, we can formulate a great plan of support for ourselves, our loved ones and those in this world who need us.

So how do we manage? What can we do when we or others we love are hurting? The ache inside is so painful nothing seems to make it better.  Relationship. In every story, real or imagined, when I come to where grief appears, the resolution, the connection to making the grief manageable is relationship. It is the feeling of deep isolation that deepens our darkness. The relationship with self, others, a spiritual center, a pet, a plant, nature, whatever that connects you, helps to ease the daily numbness of grief.

As my Veteran friend said, “you can’t feel alone, or you lose your mind!” In his case, he shared that he finds daily hope in his faith in God and his family. He is deeply proud of his ability to have returned from the Vietnam War, and provide for his family despite the external and internal scars. He talks of his sons and their careers and how well they are both doing. He talks of how lucky he feels to be one that made it out alive and still able to cope.

I am not an expert. I do not pretend to know much. I come to this through listening to my many loved ones, some related by blood and some related by heartstrings. I come to know this from my own personal grief that ebbs and flows during the cycle of each year. I share to encourage you to reach out. To listen to the stories of joy but even more important, you need to listen to the stories of grief. It doesn’t help take away the grief, but it definitely provides a gift of support to the hearts that are hurting and maybe will allow them to smile a little more.

Be the light. #shineon!

-Carrie Ruth

 

 

Smoothing the edges…

So what do you know about rocks? Some are hard, some smooth, some rough, some float, some shimmer, some sparkle and some even shine!

My rock sat atop a lovely mountainside, connected to a most excellent boulder of support. There came a time though that the boulder could no longer hold my rock and so my rock was split from the boulder. It tumbled a little along with other rocks down the mountain and stopped for awhile near some low growth. My rock was by no means smooth, shimmery or shiny. No, it had rough edges, jagged from the boulder it broke from. During the low growth visit, my rock weathered many storms, rain, wind, ice and snow. Over time the low growth died and the soil underneath fell away. My rock began a tumultuous tumble down the mountain, at times free falling down the cliffs. Landings were fast and hard, slowing only long enough to roll over and over before falling again. My rock journeyed for a long time down that mountainside and finally rested at the edge of a river. The soft earth underneath provided my rock with a cushion to settle on while the river waters rushed over the top. Sometimes the river would force my rock to roll over other rocks for a time. Sometimes other rocks would roll over my rock for a time. Always taking little bits of my rock’s edges with it. Until the day, I discovered my rock.

I was walking along the ocean beach, looking for shells but only finding pebbles. I looked for a long time until I finally gave up and sat down to watch the ocean waves come in with the tide. It was in the wave, my rock, rolling and crashing to the beach until it rested on the sand. I hurried to it before the next wave came in to claim it. It was perfectly smooth, perfectly rounded with no edges. It shimmered in places and reflected the light from it’s shine. My rock had made the journey of a lifetime. Just like all of us.

We are being smoothed and rounded. Our edges are being chiseled and softened as we struggle to learn our place in this world. We will fear it, and yet, we will still fall and tumble. We will enjoy it too, and roll with it. Life is about the journey. Each moment part of the making of our truest self. Our most beautiful, real self. In the end, it will not be the individual moments of the journey down the mountains, over the riverbeds and into the ocean, but the final uniquely lovely and glorious you that has been created by that journey. That is why we need to embrace each moment, as rough as we feel it may be. Because every single moment is smoothing our edges into someone who shines.

Blessings & Love, Carrie Ruth