Today I woke at 5.30am, got up immediately, did some bits and pieces in the kitchen, moved onto clearing all the rubbish off the piano, sorting through it all and then polishing the piano, cup of tea etc., before the cold shower.
I screamed for a shorter time this morning to avoid waking my youngest up and instead really gave a rousing and novel version of My skin is alive with the cold cold water, with pain it has had for a minute now, blah blah. I can sing really very loudly though not very nicely in a very cold shower.
I also did a large amount of washing, folding and putting away and of spending quality time with Am.
In addition I spent an excellent hour or two in the morning with my very good friend and colleague Gordon looking at an outstanding idea of his to produce some courses and possibly a self help book. Title under wraps til we copywrite it. Needs some work but going in the right direction.
The late night of after 3 before I crashed last night followed by the very early morning means that now I'm shattered and must sleep perchance to dream of very cold showers..
MissionMiraculus team members - remember to Seize the Day whilst also 'hurrying slowly' and keeping in mind that before a flower is admired in all its glory it spends a good while hidden beneath the soil throwing down roots and forcing its way toward the light. The light is ahead of us and we are getting closer every day to breaking above the ground. It's all hands to the deck now : we have a lot to live up to - our potential and our potential to effect positive and healing transformations and developments within and around us.
The future looks so bright :-) :-) :-) :-) :-) :-) we're gonna need sunglasses ;-)
Wednesday 29 July 2009
Tuesday 28 July 2009
Cold Shower Journal Entry 1
To the meats of the matter:
I'm entirely grasping the longer haul dimension of this showering thing, at least I think I am. I'm seeing it as my daily promise to myself to 'JUST DO IT!', to alter my pathetic 'I can't do it' refrains and excuses to 'I don't want to do this, I don't like doing this but I want what comes beyond this and so I'm bloody well going to do it'.
I'm seeing it as my 'wake up splash' reminder on a daily basis that the quality of my life and what I achieve is UP TO ME and what I'm willing to do to achieve my goals.
I'm not the least bit used to these showers. Yet. Will I ever be?
Each day I dread the shower, and so now I've fixed to do it in the morning rather than procrastinate half the day or til bedtime as I did to begin with. I feel a sense of 'oh god bloody hell' just as I set the alarm for 5 mins 10 secs (apart from this morning when Lorna 'timed' for me and didn't look at clock so I was in there for nearer to ten mins and boy did it feel like nearly ten mins).
I scream my head off for a minute or two and move then into singing at the top of my voice songs like 'the hills are alive with the pain of freezing' and somehow I end up really laughing at myself. The first day my fingers went completely white afterwards and wouldn't return to normality for quite a while but since then my circulation has been fine. Generally what I do is move about plenty afterwards. This morning I took benji for a walk afterwards so a double win on that one cos he was more than happy with that idea.
The girls think I'm nuts and can't see the point, they won't listen to me so I can't be bothered to explain. They'll see soon enough in tiny ways the longer term results of the project. I'm seeing it as a kind of outside-in therapy - 'BCT'instead of CBT, also a form of shock therapy, and a mind-body unifying therapy and - also in a very weird way it's a homage to you, MrMiracle. Because I have an intuitive certainty in relation to the higher power of some of your choices and experiences, the truth of them, the grace implied by them, or followed by them; the creativity implicit in the very simplicity of this one determined commitment.
The 'world wide web' looks on with baited breath to see the results of this enlightening recovery experiment ;-)
I'm entirely grasping the longer haul dimension of this showering thing, at least I think I am. I'm seeing it as my daily promise to myself to 'JUST DO IT!', to alter my pathetic 'I can't do it' refrains and excuses to 'I don't want to do this, I don't like doing this but I want what comes beyond this and so I'm bloody well going to do it'.
I'm seeing it as my 'wake up splash' reminder on a daily basis that the quality of my life and what I achieve is UP TO ME and what I'm willing to do to achieve my goals.
I'm not the least bit used to these showers. Yet. Will I ever be?
Each day I dread the shower, and so now I've fixed to do it in the morning rather than procrastinate half the day or til bedtime as I did to begin with. I feel a sense of 'oh god bloody hell' just as I set the alarm for 5 mins 10 secs (apart from this morning when Lorna 'timed' for me and didn't look at clock so I was in there for nearer to ten mins and boy did it feel like nearly ten mins).
I scream my head off for a minute or two and move then into singing at the top of my voice songs like 'the hills are alive with the pain of freezing' and somehow I end up really laughing at myself. The first day my fingers went completely white afterwards and wouldn't return to normality for quite a while but since then my circulation has been fine. Generally what I do is move about plenty afterwards. This morning I took benji for a walk afterwards so a double win on that one cos he was more than happy with that idea.
The girls think I'm nuts and can't see the point, they won't listen to me so I can't be bothered to explain. They'll see soon enough in tiny ways the longer term results of the project. I'm seeing it as a kind of outside-in therapy - 'BCT'instead of CBT, also a form of shock therapy, and a mind-body unifying therapy and - also in a very weird way it's a homage to you, MrMiracle. Because I have an intuitive certainty in relation to the higher power of some of your choices and experiences, the truth of them, the grace implied by them, or followed by them; the creativity implicit in the very simplicity of this one determined commitment.
The 'world wide web' looks on with baited breath to see the results of this enlightening recovery experiment ;-)
Sunday 26 July 2009
Wake Up Call
Introducing MrMiracle
Today's posting links with its sister blog, 'missmiraclesdiary.blogspot.com' by introducing to you 'prometheus beautiful' in the form of MrMiracle.
When I thought of how I might introduce you to MrM I immediately thought of 'prometheus unbound' and checked out the reference, since I didn't have a clue why it was a ref that came to mind so instinctively, never having read Aschylus (or Shelley's variant). It still seems somehow relevantly connected.
On Friday MrMiracle visited me and during a walk, a large number of cups of tea and a game of chess we chatted about all kinds of things.
Two topics he raised had me fixated.
The first was that he has studied, in his own performance in a gym, the impact of positive and negative thinking and has demonstrated in the results of his tests palpable evidence in favour of the power of the mind in relation to the body.
The second was that some years ago he made a decision to tackle his resistance to some of his daily life challenges and chores by taking a stone cold bath for fifteen minutes a day. He set a time for the event and repeated it daily for about two months. I gained the impression that this one decision-into-action had impacted on his life in a way that no 'talking cure' could hope to do so reliably and quickly.
There was a third diamond that MrMiracle put on the table for me. This last was crafted especially for me. It followed my lament that my family are all too fond of calling me 'lazy' and that this simply upsets me and drags me down. He commented that he had no such perception of me at all. Then he paused. Then he said:
"What I do wonder, is whether you tend to do the things you enjoy doing and avoid doing things you don't enjoy. How much time do you spend doing things you don't want to do and don't enjoy doing?"
Oh dear me. Oh dear me.
As little as humanly possible was the truth, I realised, as his question made its way into my psyche with a devilishly uncomfortable register of an uncomfortable truth having been lit up for all to see (even me!)
It didn't take long to start to realise just how high a price I've been paying all my life for doing absolutely anything rather than bite the bullet to do things that I don't enjoy doing and wish someone else would do for me.
So guess what? Yesterday I began the discipline of cold water. In my case shower, not bath, 5 mins 10 seconds. Sounds lame by comparison with Mr Miracles endurance of three times longer sat in a stone cold bath.
Try it and let me know what you think. Use the comments box below for feedback.
I'll be back soon to tell you how it's impacting on my life.
Today's posting links with its sister blog, 'missmiraclesdiary.blogspot.com' by introducing to you 'prometheus beautiful' in the form of MrMiracle.
When I thought of how I might introduce you to MrM I immediately thought of 'prometheus unbound' and checked out the reference, since I didn't have a clue why it was a ref that came to mind so instinctively, never having read Aschylus (or Shelley's variant). It still seems somehow relevantly connected.
On Friday MrMiracle visited me and during a walk, a large number of cups of tea and a game of chess we chatted about all kinds of things.
Two topics he raised had me fixated.
The first was that he has studied, in his own performance in a gym, the impact of positive and negative thinking and has demonstrated in the results of his tests palpable evidence in favour of the power of the mind in relation to the body.
The second was that some years ago he made a decision to tackle his resistance to some of his daily life challenges and chores by taking a stone cold bath for fifteen minutes a day. He set a time for the event and repeated it daily for about two months. I gained the impression that this one decision-into-action had impacted on his life in a way that no 'talking cure' could hope to do so reliably and quickly.
There was a third diamond that MrMiracle put on the table for me. This last was crafted especially for me. It followed my lament that my family are all too fond of calling me 'lazy' and that this simply upsets me and drags me down. He commented that he had no such perception of me at all. Then he paused. Then he said:
"What I do wonder, is whether you tend to do the things you enjoy doing and avoid doing things you don't enjoy. How much time do you spend doing things you don't want to do and don't enjoy doing?"
Oh dear me. Oh dear me.
As little as humanly possible was the truth, I realised, as his question made its way into my psyche with a devilishly uncomfortable register of an uncomfortable truth having been lit up for all to see (even me!)
It didn't take long to start to realise just how high a price I've been paying all my life for doing absolutely anything rather than bite the bullet to do things that I don't enjoy doing and wish someone else would do for me.
So guess what? Yesterday I began the discipline of cold water. In my case shower, not bath, 5 mins 10 seconds. Sounds lame by comparison with Mr Miracles endurance of three times longer sat in a stone cold bath.
Try it and let me know what you think. Use the comments box below for feedback.
I'll be back soon to tell you how it's impacting on my life.
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