Red Light… Green Light!

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Wait… wait… wait… GO! Wait… wait… wait… GO! GO!! If this sounds anything like familiar to you than either you’re an expert “Red Light Green Light” gamer or you have encountered the hurry up and wait challenges that life often brings.

Living in NYC, my level of patience tends to fluctuate between absolutely nothing, and when I am mindful, slightly more than very little. This of course doesn’t leave much for my 9 million fellow New Yorkers I share the space with. It certainly doesn’t leave much for my coworkers and colleagues, and at the end of the day, there’s almost nothing left for my loved ones, friends and family.

Since this is ultimately a post about life balance and community, I’d love your input on how you find your patient place. How do you snuggle up to the red lights when you already have all the adrenaline rushing through your veins from the green? Do tell! Wait… ok yeah, please share. 🙂

-TZB

Up the Wazoo

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Hey Zenful Dancers! How are you? I hope you are all well and feeling healthy, balanced and happy. It’s been a minute so I thought it would be as good a time as any to post an update of what’s been going on over here with lil ol me.

The catch-phrase up the wazoo popped into my head this morning as I woke up to a flurry of overwhelming thoughts of recent events in my life that were all so heavy and all too real for one person to have to deal with on their own, all at once.

I know what you’re thinking. Why up the wazoo? Why not just cry like a little baby or beat a pillow or sing I Will Survive like normal people do? Well I tried those the other day and they didn’t work out (think twice before you start beating your favorite 7-year-old down pillow).

Sooo now what? MORE meditation? More mindfulness? Less self pity? (definitely, yes) The fact is that most of these overwhelming occurrences already happened and it’s only the thoughts in my head about them that prolong my suffering. The more I sit with the “now” the less time I have for anything else (is there really anything else besides right now anyway?). Am I onto something here? I think I am.

Have a nice now. 🙂

-Leah Joy, The Zenful Blogger

Hopes And Dreams And Duct Tape And Glue

I had a dream last night but like most nights’ dreams, when I woke up, the dream was gone.  I can hear my father’s voice echoing in my mind, “Never let go of your dreams Babygirl!  Make them come true!”

I had this hope that one day I would devise some sort of plan to move people to wake up to themselves and their real lives and face the music and be “Okay” with it all.  So I became a dance teacher.

So then one day I found some duct tape and glue at the hardware store and upon remembering my dream I seamed it all together with my reality and the hope that taking one step at a time; one foot in front of the other, and breathing all along the way could only move my body closer to your body and our bodies closer to their bodies and everybody closer to the same hope and dream of being awake and compassionate.

I hope to dance with you… if not now, eventually.  Keep on keepin’ on,

Leah Joy, the Zenful Blogger