Being Boswell

Audience Participation Week

Maybe you noticed, I hope you did…a post did not arrive in your mailbox or on Off the Couch yesterday-my regular posting Monday morning. That is because I have nothing to say…I am blank…the well is dry…I’ve run out of steam…

Maybe it’s writers block, maybe it was the holiday weekend with the Tom and the kids, maybe it was trying to put a freshly painted bedroom back together (it is never just a new paint job, now it needs new bedside lamps, new window treatments, a new mirror for over my dresser, a new soft chair, a pretty ceiling fan and, now I am pushing my luck, new carpet), who knows what the matter is, but I have nothing. Radio silence.

So I have a favor to ask. You take a turn. Write what is important to you. What matters. What makes you laugh. Who you love and why. Don’t be shy, mine is a kind, thoughtful audience that is supportive and appreciative. We will support your thoughts. Let’s have a conversational week where we write and comment to one another.

I have been LOVING the posts on the I Love My Life column, thank you to those that have shared – Heidi, Jena, Mary, Kim, Ruth, Paula. Please keep ’em coming.

So take a turn and send in your post. Email it to me at pboswell25@verizon.net

 

 

Patricia Boswell

Notice, Notice, Notice

Since I did so well with the 21 day meditation challenge, I signed up for an 8 week mindfulness meditation class at the Center for Integrative Medicine at UPMC based on the work of Jon Kabot-Zinn. It is all about noticing. Not changing, just noticing.

 

I had wanted to take this class for a long time. Despite that I still felt uncertain if I should follow through after attending the introductory class. I told myself the class was going to be too big. I was going to be too tired. I reminded myself that I probably wouldn’t practice anyway, that it would be another thing I tried and then forgot.

 

I couldn’t make my mind up and I didn’t know how to decide. As I looked over the materials given in the intro class, it said a symptom of stress was not being able to make up your mind…hmmmm.

 

I decided to take the class. Continue Reading

Patricia Boswell

SHUT UP…REALLY

I started a 21 day meditation challenge offered free by the Chopra Center.

Today’s meditation was on stress. It is day 4.

The meditation teacher, a soft spoken woman, asks, “Are you feeling a sense of worry, agitation, or frustration? (Now that you mention it, I am.) Release those feelings, thoughts, and sensations. (Okay, how?) Let them float away, easily and effortlessly.(Come again?).” She then invited me to sit in my silence created by my ability to let my stress go easily and effortlessly.

“Really?”

“If I could do that, easily and effortlessly, I wouldn’t be listening to this meditation.” I sat in silent judgment, irritation and frustration with this woman and the meditation. I tightened my butt and thighs, squared my jaw, and trapped my breath in my chest.

“Was she serious? This is not helpful at all. At least give me some ideas how to let my stress fucking float away!”

“Really?”

As I noticed my outrage, I felt it in every part of me and I immediately felt tired. I felt tired of me. Tired of my rant, of my indignation, I ran out of steam and just shut up.

When I shut up, I found my silence. I began to relax my butt, my jaw, and take a deeper breath.

A lesson well learned.

 

Patricia Boswell

Audience Participation Week

Maybe you noticed, I hope you did…a post did not arrive in your mailbox or on Off the Couch yesterday-my regular posting Monday morning. That is because I have nothing to say…I am blank…the well is dry…I’ve run out of steam…

Maybe it’s writers block, maybe it was the holiday weekend with the Tom and the kids, maybe it was trying to put a freshly painted bedroom back together (it is never just a new paint job, now it needs new bedside lamps, new window treatments, a new mirror for over my dresser, a new soft chair, a pretty ceiling fan and, now I am pushing my luck, new carpet), who knows what the matter is, but I have nothing. Radio silence.

So I have a favor to ask. You take a turn. Write what is important to you. What matters. What makes you laugh. Who you love and why. Don’t be shy, mine is a kind, thoughtful audience that is supportive and appreciative. We will support your thoughts. Let’s have a conversational week where we write and comment to one another.

I have been LOVING the posts on the I Love My Life column, thank you to those that have shared – Heidi, Jena, Mary, Kim, Ruth, Paula. Please keep ’em coming.

So take a turn and send in your post. Email it to me at pboswell25@verizon.net

 

 

Patricia Boswell

Notice, Notice, Notice

Since I did so well with the 21 day meditation challenge, I signed up for an 8 week mindfulness meditation class at the Center for Integrative Medicine at UPMC based on the work of Jon Kabot-Zinn. It is all about noticing. Not changing, just noticing.

 

I had wanted to take this class for a long time. Despite that I still felt uncertain if I should follow through after attending the introductory class. I told myself the class was going to be too big. I was going to be too tired. I reminded myself that I probably wouldn’t practice anyway, that it would be another thing I tried and then forgot.

 

I couldn’t make my mind up and I didn’t know how to decide. As I looked over the materials given in the intro class, it said a symptom of stress was not being able to make up your mind…hmmmm.

 

I decided to take the class. Continue Reading

Patricia Boswell

SHUT UP…REALLY

I started a 21 day meditation challenge offered free by the Chopra Center.

Today’s meditation was on stress. It is day 4.

The meditation teacher, a soft spoken woman, asks, “Are you feeling a sense of worry, agitation, or frustration? (Now that you mention it, I am.) Release those feelings, thoughts, and sensations. (Okay, how?) Let them float away, easily and effortlessly.(Come again?).” She then invited me to sit in my silence created by my ability to let my stress go easily and effortlessly.

“Really?”

“If I could do that, easily and effortlessly, I wouldn’t be listening to this meditation.” I sat in silent judgment, irritation and frustration with this woman and the meditation. I tightened my butt and thighs, squared my jaw, and trapped my breath in my chest.

“Was she serious? This is not helpful at all. At least give me some ideas how to let my stress fucking float away!”

“Really?”

As I noticed my outrage, I felt it in every part of me and I immediately felt tired. I felt tired of me. Tired of my rant, of my indignation, I ran out of steam and just shut up.

When I shut up, I found my silence. I began to relax my butt, my jaw, and take a deeper breath.

A lesson well learned.

 

Patricia Boswell