123 Street Avenue, City Town, 99999

(123) 555-6789

email@address.com

 

You can set your address, phone number, email and site description in the settings tab.
Link to read me page with more information.

Blog

be present {a soul mantra}

liz lamoreux

be present (close view)


be present
a new soul mantra necklace from
the little room


bring stillness in
give yourself
(deep, wide)
permission
to just be present
in this moment
in this life
in your life

allow yourself
to experience
without the swirl
of distractions
around you
(within you)

notice how your breath
moves in your body
notice the beauty
of this moment
of this life
of your life

baby girl,
you are here
(right here)
where you are supposed to be
just let yourself
be present
and
live this life

live your life

seven happy things about this day (alternatively: a post written when i should have already been sleeping)

liz lamoreux

the new themes on gmail. yep. love it. tea house. little red panda (or that is what i think he is) keeps me company all day. (he also keeps me company on igoogle.)*

a friend bringing top pot doughnuts for us to sneak into the 10:30AM showing of this.**

taking a short nap all curled up with millie and jonny.

turning dad's old ties into flower pins for my booth at UCC.

clean laundry.

taking more small steps to cleaning this darn house.

remembering to write this blog post before going to sleep.

*if this means nothing to you, never fear, it is a google/gmail thing. this is how i feel when people speak twitter.
**i mean, what else would two grown women who were roommates at boarding school go and see at the theatre before noon?***
***as the credits rolled, we both admitted that we think we were 15+ years too old for this movie...hard to explain how something that seemed romantic can come across as almost funny, but it did. throughout the entire thing really...though, i did enjoy the it overall. ****
****but i think i even enjoyed the preview for this more.*****
*****which makes me think i will probably be watching this****** tomorrow while sewing and sewing and sewing.
******for like the nineteenth time. seriously, i cannot stop watching this movie. i might have watched it as many times as you've got mail and that is really saying something*******
*******though this is the movie i have seen most of all. my mom and i watched a "taped off of channel nine" version of that movie a trillion times when i was a kid. no kidding. a trillion. at least.

(signing off now. going to sleep. for real. smooches.)

five (really) good things

liz lamoreux

socks

an outfit for this day, 11.20.08


one. the friendly smiling faces and (seriously) sparkling personalities of the peeps at the drive-through starbucks this morning.

two. figuring out how to use my speakerphone on my blackberry so that i could continue a conversation that started out as a "i need you to talk to me so that i can stop crying and drive" and became a "yes, this idea is brilliant" kind of conversation with a good amount of laughter peppered in.

three. having a neighbor rescue me in a really kind way (we don't really know any of our neighbors...and i am so very grateful for the voice that said "yes" when i said, "i need some help...").

four. hearing this song on the radio just when i needed it (and feeling really surrounded by love in that moment).

five. wearing my new favorite purple socks. and tights. and a dress over a skirt. just because i can.

what five (really) good things are part of your world?
share them.
i dare ya.

wednesday night poem notes...

liz lamoreux

autumn spot (or two)

photo collaboration with miss geek inc, week 9
click to see larger

circling, shifting, begging
seeking heat
yearning to be touched and twirled and taken
my face tips up
the sun warms my eyelids

yes

*****

in this spot, i used to share poetry on thursdays...i miss it sometimes (well, a lot of the time actually), so it made me smile when LK let me know that she is hosting a day of sharing words today. i am taking part in the fun just in time. to visit other participants, head over to LK's.

and, i also invite you to spend some time with the poetry of li-young lee. his poetry speaks to my core. you can read several of his poems here. ("persimmons" took my breath away one day in 2006. you should read it. right now.)

have any poets wandered into your world lately?

on being present.

liz lamoreux

me, dar, jen, maddie
photo taken by darlene

i have been thinking a lot about how i really know how to get lost inside my own head and sometimes that means getting lost inside the past. the truth is that the past is what gives us the experiences we need to deal with the moment we are living in, but sometimes the past creates a path where you are walking knee deep in murky stuff that isn't helping you at all but is instead threatening to pull you under.

a pattern has begun to make itself clear. i try very hard to feel alone in a group. i try to find a reason why someone won't like me or why i am being invited to feel left out or why i am not the most interesting person there so of course people really do not want me to be part of it all and oh how the list goes on.

i try to find little reasons to feel lonely, even when i am having a good time. and here is the thing, i don't even really realize i am doing it because i am so wrapped up in, "see (i tell myself), see, i am right. they don't even want to listen to you/your ideas..." or some other such nonsensical phrasing that i try to make myself believe. somehow this must have been working for me in the past. this walking in the back of the group "oh look at me, no one even wants to walk with me" kind of crap...it must have been working. i think it is how i could justify feeling lonely so often.

and i suppose the reality is that i have had some experiences where this little voice has been proven right. where someone seemed like a friend but wasn't. where a group acted like they wanted me to be part of their closeness but when i was really myself i was rejected.

these experiences have given that voice power..."see, i am right!" it says...

so when i found myself invited to a weekend in portland with a dear friend i have spent a lot of time with in person and two bloggers i couldn't wait to meet in person and spend time with, i said yes. and i didn't even think about saying no. i guess i wasn't allowing myself to dwell on any negative possibilities because if i did, i might have a total panic attack thinking that the rejection i had felt from other bloggers i had spent time with might happen again.

and i never did let that panic even whisper loud enough to warrant recognition.

but, i so tried to feel alone in a group again.

yes. i. did.

even though i was having an incredible time. even though i felt truly embraced. even though i was staying in a home where i feel like family when i am there.

i still tried to let the past stomp on the present.

but, this time, i tried to just observe it while it was happening. i recognized it, "oh, there you are again. there you are trying to invite me to see something that isn't happening. i see you." and i just let myself feel it, while also staying really, really present in what was happening around me.

and a funny thing happened. i couldn't convince myself that it was happening again because all the evidence pointed to an experience with three women where i was being really seen for all of me.

staying present while allowing myself to be honest with me about the emotions that were coming up allowed me to remain grounded while recognizing my own wisdom.

and, there is this other piece of deciding not to share all those feelings as i was having them because even though i was surrounded by women who care about me, who would have listened, sometimes the sharing creates an unexpected drama that just isn't needed if you allow yourself to find that grounding within.

i believe this one simple truth: we all want to be liked.

but there is another layer of this: we need to like ourselves.

i know that might sound simple or silly or "mid-80s new age-y," but we need to look at the truth of our own self-reflection and be honest about what we say to ourselves and how that invites its own layer of confusion as we live in our lives. or should i say, i am doing this a bit more each day and realizing how it enables me to be so much more fully present in my life.

i started this blog in the midst of the two-year yoga teacher training i did a few years ago. i was in the midst of understanding how just being with one's breath, present within the inhale and exhale, could change one's life. the idea of trying to "be present, be here."

learning to really live this, not just speak of it, is a pretty intense experience.

but, i think it is really living. living by being present and grounded and embraced within your own knowledge and truth...while allowing yourself to be loved.

last week, i was very lucky to spend time with three gorgeous souls in portland and i felt safe enough to see myself.

(thank you)

november 17.

liz lamoreux

all fall down

backyard maple, november 2008


tonight, i am feeling so toasty warm after a hot, hot shower and am nestled in my flannel pajamas, my hair wrapped in one of our new seaglass green towels. the air is tinged with the pleasant cloud of patchouli incense and millie has curled up near me after hearing the sounds of jonny getting ready for bed and realizing it is that time in the evening where she and i stay up a bit later. i am feeling just a slight wish for snow this evening, though it seldom falls here. i wish that we might wake up tomorrow to six inches and a snow day and time to just be together. though, at the same time, i am enjoying each shade of autumn that i see during the day outside my window. having only one car right now means i am taking jonny to school and getting out of the house during the early morning when the fog is still heavy and the sun is trying to smile. it is nice to get out of the house as i spend so much of it here, in this spot on this purple couch where i edit and blog and read and sew and how the list goes on. yes, it is nice to get out and see the reds and yellows and bits of green as they puddle onto the ground beneath wise oaks and standing tall maples amidst all those ever, ever green trees.