Good morning! Welcome, please come on in and help yourself to a cup of hot or cold beverage and join me for a quick chat.
As much as I want to say, “Happy Spring,” I can’t, even though my crocuses have come and gone and now my daffodils are blooming. It’s not normal. In an usual year, daffodils are supposed to bloom after tulips, not before. My arrival of spring is when the trees are in bloom. Right now, trees are attempting to bud in the roller coaster temperature swing.
It’s not been a normal year and I have a feeling we’ll head into April with rainy weather.
Can you believe next week is the last week of March already?
The 3 berry bushes I ordered online finally came in the mail yesterday. They came in small pots but thankfully, the plants were small enough that they were root-bound yet. I’ve gone and planted all of them in the ground yesterday, dotting a few herbs and flowers here and there as I went. I think the flower beds are now pretty full and hopefully, that will deter some of the weeds from intruding my yard.
I meditated twice this week – 5 minutes each time. I didn’t feel any better afterward. I still found myself twitching and fidgeting the entire time but less than when I did the group meditation at work. I guess I’m still trying to figure out meditation.
I can’t remember much of what happened this week. I know work has been rougher than usual in the last 2 weeks with customers emailing in complaining. Unfortunately, with my wild imagination, I could read their moods in the emails and it frightens me sometimes as much of the emails I deal with on a daily basis have an angry tone to them.
I have also been more tired than usual, not because of my health problem, it’s actually from the lack of sleep. With my aunt getting off work at 5 PM, after over 4 years of eating dinner at 4:30 PM, dinner is now at 5:30 PM instead, which means all my routines are being pushed back an hour including bedtime.
I feel I am partly impacted by the influx of noises, though, with my aunt in the room watching videos at an even higher volume than my mom. I find the most unbearable is when the noises from the different devices collide. It sounds like an absolute explosion in my ears.
At my last dietitian counseling appointment, my dietitian recommended I try a few exercises but it’s proven difficult when there are constant noises bombarding my brain along with the soup of emotions I cannot differentiate. I guess I’ll keep trying.
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This is Another Story 
One day she had all she could stand. After finishing off the last response to the last email at work she went to Google and searched for a solution to her problem.
She found a little house with a garden to rent. She could afford the rental. Madness, she thought. Over riding her logical thoughts she made an appointment to view the house. To her surprise, the lady said she could come directly. She almost put down the phone it was such a mad idea, but she agreed. “Twenty minutes. I will be there.”
She arrived. The agent was waiting when she pulled up in front of it.
The owner had passed away, apparently, and left a golden retriever. The rental agent advised that the property would only be rented out to the person the dog approved of.
She wasn’t sure she even liked dogs enough, but the charming house, furnished, offered light, quietness and enough garden to grow everything from daffodils to dandelions. She smiled at the dandelions already at home without the owner to mow them down.
Out of nowhere, a golden dog with happy eyes came bounding towards her. Its big ears flopped up and down as it came towards her. She braced herself. The dog was larger than she imagined and she was sure it would knock her over, but the dog stopped, panted with a dryness in its voice, sat down and just looked at her.
“What’s his name,” she asked.
“His name is Malat.”
“That’s an odd name,” she said.
“It’s a Hebrew word,” the agent said.
“Do you know what it means?” She asked.
“I’m sorry I don’t remember. A moment, please,” she said tapping on her phone. “Ah, yes. I should have known”. The agent smiled at her discovery.
“It means escape, rescue, deliverance. The instruction we have reads as follows: ‘Whoever Malat chooses will escape from somewhere, be rescued by him, and that will bring about deliverance. The late owner was a religious man. Malat may also never be neutered,” the agent added as she read from her mandate.
“When … how … “ She asked confused.
“When we have shown the house to ten prospective renters, the chosen will be advised,” the agent said.
“”How will you judge such a thing?” She asked.
“We have clear instructions. Would you like to see the inside?” The rental agent asked.
“No. It will be fine. If Malat likes it, I am sure I shall. Thank you for your time.” She wanted to run, but she lingered, looking into Malat’s big dark eyes.
“I will be in touch,” the rental agent said without a smile, already back to tapping on her phone.
She walked back to her car, sat staring into space for a few minutes, already planning out the garden.
“That dog knows I have never owned a dog,” she told herself in the rear view mirror. She drove back to the house she occupied. “Oh, God, I do so want to do more than occupy and survive. I want to thrive, and drive… Drive for miles. Be nice if Malat sat with his head out the window, with half closed eyes, lolling his tongue out, drooling into the wind. He’d laugh out loud with her. Oh, well, one could dream. Dreaming is allowed.
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This sounds like a lovely dream. Perhaps one day, it will come true.
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My point is if you dream it, it will come true. But you have to hold it as true. All the points of certainty, the universe is obliged to grant you your hearts desires. So please dream it every day.
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Here’s a suggestion. A five minute meditation is nothing. You can’t shut off your brain noise in that time. You do not have to sit to meditate. Try this. Go for a walk, shut down every response except for the ones that keep you safe. Walk for at least 15 minutes, focus inwardly. That should help.
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I was thinking the same thing. Good advice re walk
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Right now, I am doing the meditation right before bedtime because that’s the worst time of the day. It seems like the noises start when I’m just about to head to bed – my aunt starts to shower and her hours-long noisy bedtime routine while my mom turns up her YouTube videos. Is there a suggestion to calm my brain before bedtime?
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Sure. It’s so obvious you are going to laugh. Noise cancelling headphones that are meant for travelers because they are lightweight. And, lay on your back (no matter how you normally sleep). fold your hands over your chest or belly and start meditating. Remember, five minutes is not much, you can barely settle your brain noises. Try for about 15-20 minutes.
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I have noise-cancelling earbuds and I tried that a few times – just put them in and let the noise die. Though the noise never died, I did a tad better after 10 minutes or so. I’ll have to try the laying down method.
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Interesting to read your comment on meditation. I find it takes me at least 5 minutes to clear my mind and stop fidgeting. I work from my toes up until every part of my anatomy is at peace. Curious – why only meditate for 5 minutes?
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I agree with you. Five minutes barely clears the noise. We walk on the farm — former dairy farm, now just a piece of land that brings solitude – neither of us talk and we do about what you do. I shouldn’t words in Yinglan’s mouth, but I suspect that’s all she can take.
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I tried a 15-minute meditation before and found it worse than a 5-minute meditation. As some would say – start out short before working my way up?
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YEs, we work with what suits us.
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I don’t meditate but I know I see a glimmer of light with brighter days and sunshine, I know just being able to sit outside with a coffee/tea will assist with my overactive brain even if it’s for a few minutes. I know today, I was anxious at work and tears commenced a little as tension was felt in the office (something I no longer can handle). However, I am lucky enough now I have 5 days off. thanks you for sharing. Hope you are able to find a way to reduce the busy mind. Maybe write your thoughts and then bin them or tear them up just so you have got them out.
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Those bright and sunshiny days make me feel better, too and it’s been a while since there is one here. It’s been a gloomy and wet winter and spring so far.
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