A soundtrack for winter

Apropos of nothing but my need for constant reminders, I give to you: the new wallpaper on my phone.

I discovered this band recently and have been keeping this song on repeat as I move about my days. Really loving the way it's coloring my life as the fall moves into winter. Click here to download the file.

Not too much happening on the job front. Nothing at all happening, in fact. I'm OK with it at the moment; this time of year is so slow and quiet and inward-turning for me – despite the holiday rush – that I'm mostly just grateful to have the time, for a change, to experience the shifting seasons out in the weather and under the sky, rather than from inside a building. It's been beautiful.

Seems like every day there's something I want to write about, and then suddenly the day is over and I haven't written anything. That's probably OK too.

So, what have I been doing? Reconnecting with a few old friends and a couple of new ones, too. Getting ready for Christmas. Dealing with some financial matters that I've been meaning to organize for a very long time. Taking lots of dog walks. Roasting lots of chickens, and making lots of soup. Over the weekend I went to a great daylong program at Spirit Rock, on the topic of neuroplasticity and the brain, and how meditation practice and consciously choosing to focus on positive experiences can help the brain heal from neurological and psychological trauma, including post-traumatic stress and traumatic brain injuries like strokes. They also spent a lot of time talking about anxiety and teaching specific practices to help protect the brain from the damage (yes, actual measurable damage) that can occur when brain tissues are exposed to prolonged stress of any kind.

One simple practice that I especially love is to make a point, six or more times a day, to focus on a pleasant experience for at least 30 seconds. It could be anything – I think of the smell when I peel one of my beloved Satsuma tangerines, or the way it feels to snuggle up with Tater in the morning. Or the way his adorable legs move when we're out walking, and his ears are bouncing up and down, and he turns around to look at me and smile. The point is that "neurons that fire together, wire together" so the more you run your brain in the pathways of positive experience, the more connected those pathways become, so that the brain actually grows increasingly capable of experiencing feelings of happiness, contentment and well-being. And they're not just making it all up – as a neurologist and a neuropsychologist, they know their stuff. They've also written a book, which I've ordered from the library and am excited about reading.

Another sort of interesting thing that happened recently is that I ran across a folder containing printouts of all the email I wrote to a nice variety of friends and family over a period of about 11 months in 1996-7, when I was in the process of getting out of my marriage. Reading through it all (it's a fairly tall stack) was a bittersweet experience. There were so many things I'd forgotten about, especially having to do with my job (which was far from secure that year) and the clarity I felt that it was going to be really difficult to make a good living here with the skills and experience I had at the time. I've sort of been soldiering on ever since, teaching myself to do lots of different things to stay afloat but never feeling quite secure enough to make a real investment in the kind of training I would need to actually thrive.

It still scares me to think of what I'm going to need to do to change direction at this point. First of all, I don't really know what I need to do. So I need to get clear on that. And whatever it is, it's going to take some money to get there. More than anything else it terrifies me to think of going into debt, even for something as important as a degree or certification that could help me get a truly decent job for the first time in ... well, awhile. Possibly there are grants and other ways to fund my next steps, or maybe I'll have to find another job first and then work and go to school at the same time. Yet another thing to figure out.

Somehow I feel like I've said all this before. Probably many times. Possibly even in the last post I wrote before this one. As I was reminded while reading those letters, and other things I've written since I was a little kid, I tend to repeat myself over and over and over again ... My core concerns and emotional tendencies have remained basically unchanged for at least 35 of my 44 years. In one way, that seems kind of depressing. In another way, I guess at least I know more or less what I'm dealing with when one of those fears or mental roadblocks arises for the 16 millionth time. And every year I feel I get better at working with the conditions I've been given.

Anyway. One way or another, I'll get through it.

Last night I was in the checkout line at the market and noticed my favorite checker's stand was closed. Then I noticed the conveyer belt was covered with flowers and garlands of nuts and berries. Then I noticed a picture of him on a little easel, and I turned around to raise my eyebrows at the kid who was checking me out and he said, "Yeah. He died last night." Just like that, of liver failure. He was only about 10 years older than I am. We both teared up and spent a few minutes talking about him, and as I was leaving it occurred to me – he's done now. He made it. He's out of range, safe from everything I'm most anxious about these days: the grand trifecta of sickness, old age and death.

Not that I'm feeling quite ready to go myself, just yet. But remembering that it's going to happen someday does help me bring myself back to reality in a way that feels healthy and grounding. I really don't need to make such a big deal about all the stuff I don't like – my job insecurity, my general lack of confidence, my boring mental and physical health issues ... Those things are not unique to me, and they're not even remotely the most important elements of my life. And I feel so much better when I focus on the parts that feel good – life is too short to do anything else.

Wow. I just put that song on the iPod (in preparation for a rainy day sunset dog walk) while I still had it playing on the computer, so now I'm hearing it playing over itself like a round. Very interesting.

P.S. Also: I got some gorgeous cranberry colored alpaca wool the other day and have been knitting neck warmers for bike riding. Speaking of things that feel good! Oh – and also – this tea, with milk and a tiny bit of honey – is making me so very, very happy each and every afternoon of late. Highly recommended.