Showing posts with label Writer Joyce Mason. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Writer Joyce Mason. Show all posts

Sunday, April 16, 2023

Bump Up Your Positivity Meter


 

Conquer Negativity Where It Starts—in Your in Your Mind and Self-Talk

Article © 2023 by Joyce Mason

Few people see themselves as negative, even the Debbie Downers or Guys Stalked by Dark Clouds of Toxic Thoughts. The latter are just like Pigpen from the cartoon Peanuts. They are constantly followed by an energetic dirt cloud. It’s invisible but feels like a poisonous force field to everyone around them.

I have recently experimented with cleaning my mindset for spring. I decided that rather than “giving up” any of the traditional fare for Lent, I’d try giving up negative thoughts and especially negative self-talk. No picking on myself. One of my friends, also a Radical Virgo said it would be easier to give up chocolate.

People often tell me I’m one of the most upbeat people they’ve ever met. Still, even though that’s my orientation, my mental house is as hard, if not harder, to keep clean than the one I live in that’s made from brick and mortar.

So, with Lent and Easter over, I have decided to review my work to date on this exercise and share some tips I’ve discovered, not just from this exercise by from the life experience I brought into it. When it comes to self-talk, no one said it better than one of my favorite artists.

“Don’t belittle yourself. Be-BIG yourself.”

--Sister Corita Kent

Whether it’s your attitude toward yourself or the world, be big with positivity. Know that all things fit into a larger picture. It’s a spring cleaning or cleanse you can do any time of the year.

Ten Tips toward the Plus Side

1.   Fast from Toxic Relationships. We’ve all known them, people who you hate to see coming because you feel like you need to put on a lead vest

like you do at the dentist. It will protect you do from the fallout of an X-ray or a radioactive person. There is no one worth having in your psychic or physical space who literally gives you a pain in the gut or a headache. It’s hardest with close relatives, but if you can’t have a clear conversation with them about why you avoid them, it’s time to save yourself. This one is probably the most obvious but often the hardest to do because of how we “should” on ourselves.

One of the first clues that a person is toxic is that they cannot admit that they may be part of the problem. I have met incredibly intelligent people who actually believe it is everyone else’s fault 100% of the time. From a purely logical standpoint, how could this be true? What they are really saying is that everything has to be their way: their perception, their values. You don’t count. This is definitely a call to be-big yourself. Be big enough to stand up to them.

A sidekick to this behavior is often poor boundaries, especially when it comes to what most of us would consider nosy questions. They want to know everything about you, whether or not it’s appropriate for the intimacy level (or lack thereof) of your relationship. They act as if it’s normal to probe, and the part of you that wants to be nice buys in. Best to assume they don’t mean anything by it (which avoids having to confront them).

The way to bust this sort of behavior is to push back. Stand in your truth. “I’m not really comfortable answering that.” Let them know when you’re angry. You may be surprised. If they really care, there may be a breakthrough. If they care more about being right and their one-sided worldview, they may leave you before you have to leave them. You’re no fun for them anymore once you can’t be bullied. That’s what this really is in plain English. It’s like the story of the Emperor with No Clothes. The unspoken rule is not to speak up or speak out. If you wonder if it’s just you, it rarely is. Check with others.

2.   Monitor Your Dialogue, Inner and Outer. If you keep a journal, reread key entries now and then. Your journal it is a chronology of where your head is at. If not (or in addition), read your personal emails. They will provide eye-opening data about how you perceive the world. Are you complaining a lot? Swearing a lot? Woe-is-me-ing? Them-and-us-ing? It’s fine, in fact absolutely necessary, to express your feelings. What doesn’t serve you is to generalize the fact that the man at the bank acted like an a*hole means all bankers or all service people are the same. Anger and other unpleasant feelings are best let in to be expressed and let go as fast as you can let the wave pass. Don’t hold onto it. Don’t invite them to move into your house (you) indefinitely. We all know how fast house guests get old, especially negative ones. Thoughts and attitudes are strong magnets. If you let negative experiences build up to worldview like “people are jerks”, guess what you draw? Just sayin’. That’s how Debbie Downers are born.

 

3.   Have a Good Talk With Yourself. There’s nothing that pains my spirit more than someone who says out loud to themselves, “Damn me” or “F--me.” It hurts me because I used to do that, and I’m an empath. OMG, we didn’t get enough of that from dysfunctional adults growing up?

 

It is every adult’s job to reparent themselves.

 

We may have been stuck with less than ideal families, but we are in charge now. We create what we experience, and the best experiences are created from the inside out. Try this:

 

a.   Make a list of the 10 top things you love or appreciate about yourself. For people who have a lot of mental housecleaning to do, this may be hard. You can expand this list over time. Keep a copy. Read it whenever you are tempted to beat on yourself. Berating you is never a good thing.

b.   List your accomplishments every day. Sometimes just getting up is a big accomplishment. I list chores, entertainment, goals reached, and times I was tempted to pick on myself and didn’t. (Or started and stopped myself.) These habits create new pathways in your brain that help you see yourself as a fully competent, imperfect but ever-evolving human.

c.   Give yourself a pep talk whenever you need one. Using a mirror when you talk to yourself is especially powerful.

4.   Talk to Yourself But Also Listen. This is really an extension of #2. Stop long enough between thoughts to hear what you just said to yourself. Is it positive? Is it life affirming? Considering the damage the accumulation of these thoughts can do to you, yes. You have time.

5.   Accept Your Mistakes with Grace. In the past month, I have caught myself many times starting to pick on my imperfections or scold myself for my errors. Apparently, one of my favorite phrases prior to a self-whipping is “How could I have … (gotten it wrong in some way).” I am starting to catch my own catchphrases and to recognize I’m about to jump off the deep end of self-recrimination. “No, Joyce,” I tell myself. “You’re not stupid. You’re not just getting old or absent-minded.” The longer we live, the more opportunities we have to get it either right or wrong. Our brains are crowded after decades of living, and modern technology demands that we process information faster than we have yet quite evolved to do it. Noticing our mistakes is for righting the boat, not jumping overboard because we made an error. It’s for course correction. Treat it as such.

 

6.   Don’t What-If Yourself into Worst-Case Scenarios. This is the double-edged sword of a great imagination. Over the past couple of years, I have had my share of health challenges. The scariest was a terrible case of bronchitis where I was constantly coughing, wheezing and for the first time in my life, I had trouble breathing. In each of at least four different health conditions, I worried it was the beginning of the end. It took this Lenten practice to remind me that health ebbs and flows. Ebbing doesn’t mean you’ll never flow again. Being determined to have the best possible health is always the best attitude, even if sickness (which is often a cleansing or a re-set) has to take us there. If you must do death scenes in your head, do them intensely and get it over with … and laugh at what a drama queen you are. Then get on with remembering this whole gig on Earth is a tragi-comedy. Think well and get well. You only die once per lifetime. Why do it on your mind over and over? And shorten what time you’ve got or make it miserable with stress?

7.   If You’re Here, You’re Still Under Construction. I love the line from Richard Bach’s Illusions:


Here is the test to find whether your mission on Earth is finished: if you're alive, it isn't.

Be a life-long learner. Once we adopt that role, there’s no end to the excitement, even at The End—the ultimate adventure.

8.    Never Lose Your Sense of Humor. Laugh often. I was blessed to be raised by hilarious parents. The two biggest things they taught me were to laugh at myself (mom) and to admit when I’m wrong (dad). As I often say, I feel closest to God when laughing. Then there’s that wonderful quote by author Anne Lamott, “Laughter is carbonated holiness.” Church fonts should contain carbonated water to remind us of this principle. Stand-up comics are so funny because they take the slings and arrow of life we all relate to and find their ridiculous, crazy core. It is a divine comedy, and when you can find the laugh track, it’s impossible to remain negative about much of anything.

9.    Can’t Get Your Meter into the Plus Zone No Matter How Hard You Try? Get Help. My niece once told me I’m the sane one in the family. Ironically, I’m one of the few family members who go or have gone to therapy. I even go for maintenance when I don’t have something I really need to work on. It’s kind of like a vaccine with no side effects except one. It makes me feel better. An objective, caring listener can tell me if I’m barking up the wrong bush or kidding myself. What’s crazy is to think anyone could get through something as complicated as modern life without it. If you haven’t, give it a try. The only thing you have to shrink is your negativity. Most insurance covers mental health care these days; too, so shrinking your pocketbook might not be involved at all. If you have to pay out of pocket, you’re worth the investment.

10.       Find Your Spiritual Niche. Healthy spirituality supports positive living. You don’t have to be religious to be spiritual or a good person. I know atheists and agnostics who are actually better “christians” than some who claim that faith. People who are not deity-oriented are often very humanitarian. It all comes down to love, and whatever thought system you need to create and see more of it in your life, go for it. It’s the glue that binds together the disparate parts of humans and their brethren. There are so many good parts to every faith and orientation. From Christianity I got the Golden Rule. From metaphysics I got that the Golden Rule is so important because we are each other. From Judaism I got an extra dose of the importance of ritual, as I also got from Catholicism. From Druidism I got how nature is a temple, or as I read in a recent Facebook post, the ultimate Holy Land. From Buddhism I learned that meditation is the force that rewires our minds for everything I am talking about in this article. This is just a sampler. We tend to think in terms of what we don’t like about other faiths or paths. What about studying them a bit and finding out what parts of them are worth celebrating? I have been an eclectic in my spirituality for many years, pasting together a worldview that, as the Dalai Lama says, makes love my religion.

 

If you try this experiment, I’d love to hear how it things change for you. My journal showed me that only 4-5 months ago, I was on the brink of despair. Now I am on an adventure in hope. I feel lighter. One of my favorite things about myself is that I love others warts and all. I am starting to do the same for myself. It kind of tickles.

 

~~~

 

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Friday, March 10, 2023

Waiting

A Winter into Spring Poem

Poem © 2023 by Joyce Mason


I am waiting for Godot . . .

slurping the bottom of an iced drink from last summer

through a flattened straw,

patience drowning in an empty cup,

hoping to coax Spring to show herself,

even if only out of pity.

 

I am losing my faith in her.

I am nearly convinced she’ll never come,

that winter will never die, at least not by natural causes.

 

So much in one season!

Sickness, depression, grief

Isolation, loneliness, cold …

wondering if I might be dying.

sleeping so much, as if practicing—

my story for too many winters.

 

Yet as predictable as freckles on skin,

one day the dark breaks open and the Vitamin D Orb

is back pulsing heat and hope.

Life courses through my veins again.

Buds defy snow.

Newness becomes a religion.

I leave winter in its catacombs

To visit with candles

in the next Holy Season of Inner Renewal.

 

Join me.

Now go meet your New Self.

You’re going to just love you.

 

~~~

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Want some background music for this post? Try George Winston's album, Winter into Spring.

 

 

Wednesday, December 21, 2022

Night Light

 A Winter Solstice Poem

© 2022 by Joyce Mason
















We are light:
universal energy
flickering Godstuff
illuminating the Path to Love.

Ink sky reflects light:
the cusp of winter
the Darkest Night.

Against this backdrop
light pops: the irony of contrasts,
the Yin and Yang of Life.

“You are the Light,”
said Jesus and other wise men.
Once we grasp this, we are Magi.

All the winter celebrations
full of candles, strung with lights:
love spelled out in carols, votives, menorahs,
the Christmas Star and in the Light of Laughter.

When the circuit connects
at the socket of the heart
joined flames have the power to heal
even at the speed of light.



~~~

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Thursday, September 15, 2022

Ripe

















An Autumn Equinox Poem

© 2022 by Joyce Mason

 

I fall off the tree

full of myself

so ripe my essence overflows

oozes back to Earth.

I cannot dam my seeping vitality.

I am the chasing arrows of cosmic creation.

 

I am fullness bearing my own fruit.

I am the autumn of my life,

the autumn of every life cycle,

I am the juice of my own potential.

I will not miss this bloated moment,

fullness over-the-top.

To miss it is to rot,

to cycle without harvest

to stifle everything I can be:

a magical explosion of me-a-tivity.

 

~~~

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Thursday, June 9, 2022

Summer Run

 A Summer Solstice Poem

Poem © Joyce Mason 2022 










Slithering like a snake after rain

Summer hisses its heat and bawdy flowers.

We romp and run in the blazing rays.

 

We are racing prisoners who got out of jail free.

The blur of beauty scarcely catches our eye.

We sprint, tails afire, through the hot freedom

seeking water.

 

Maximum light and childlike joy:

We barely hear our mothers calling us for dinner.

Summer Solstice, cusp of Cancer,

Mother knows best.

Feed yourself

fuel for more adventures.

Rest a while.

Bring back the beauty from the blur.

Have it for dessert.

 

~~~

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Sunday, June 5, 2022

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The world has rarely needed healing as much as it does now. Since my Astro-specialty has long been the healer-centaur planet Chiron, I'd like to do my part to make my books more accessible by offering them at a lower cost. This price reduction also commemorates my semi-retirement from astrology--at least for now because I never say never. My astrology books will hopefully help people heal with insights. My fiction book, The Crystal Ball, has astrological overtones and info, too. It may help heal with laughter as well as giving you some tips about longevity, healing and helping others. It is also seasoned with some more information about Chiron. My favorite among my Astro books is Keywords to Unlock Chiron, which delves deeply into Chiron's various symbolism in a way that will help you find your custom resonance to his teachings. (See sidebar for purchase information.)

Chiron: The Myth About Duality

As a dual being, Chiron is about self-integration. There were two types of centaurs, the wild ones who had no control over their beastly ways, and the wise teacher-mentor Chiron. Chiron's dual body represents heaven in his upper body closer to the stars, 

The Education of Achilles by Chiron

and earth in his lower, animal/horse nature. We incarnate in the image of All That Is. We bring the spark of heaven to earth. Chiron became more spark than horsing around in a no-kidding kind of way. (The wild centaurs raped, pillaged and destroyed everything in sight, presumably just for the fun of it.)

The difference between Chiron and his wild look-alikes was the way he grew from traumatic issues, such as dual parental abandonment and looking like a freak. Chiron developed his upper half (thinking, spiritual side) and used the best of his animal nature to work with what earth has to offer: herbs, medicine and "taming the wild beast" by teaching adolescents on Mt. Pelion to channel their masculine energy into life-affirming activities and to honor the environment. He balanced his light/dark, heaven/earth nature and evolved into the best composite of both.

Chiron: Sign of the Times

Today we see an awful lot of wild centaurs in the news creating mayhem from plain meanness to gun violence and senseless wars.  People spew us/them hatred like it might solve anything or make them happy. I can barely read the news as a sensitive empath. What we are witnessing today is the intensification of darkness before the light. It's like a boil. The healing can't happen until it pops and the infection oozes out. (Sorry for the eww metaphor for the weak of stomach. It just fits so well.) 

Unfortunately, we see the world through a limited window. Think of life as a parade passing by your home that you see through the glass in your living room. We only see the part of the parade that's passing by now, not all that came by before now or how it will march on and conclude after we are gone. 

We need integration on all levels to turn humanity into wise beings who thrive on the best of their dual nature. As with many things psychological, the light/dark or heaven/earth duality often gets played out by projection. The people, governments or things we hate are often a projection of our own darkness that we don't own.

The Prescription

In Chiron's story, he did the hard work of self-integration. When we are balanced within ourselves and love ourselves no matter what the world thinks of us, we become heroes. We give birth to one more lover and one less hater in the world. Chiron's school on Mt. Pelion was for the development of heroes as he mentored Jason, Hercules and many other mythological notables. Ask yourself often, "Why does this thing about ___ bother me so much?" Discover what inside of you that you may not be owning, may need to integrate, and do it with compassion for yourselves and others.

One of the most potent ways we we can heal our world is to start with what we actually have the power to change--ourselves. I hope my work in some small way helps feed the divine domino effect of a world with more Chirons and fewer half-horses gone mad. In no way am I downplaying the importance of getting involved in various practical and direct ways of making the world a better place. Everything you do adds to the momentum. Some people have a gift for making a difference in the community and world and the passion and energy to do it. Their love and enthusiasm is contagious.

How we evoke change most is by example. Chiron was above all a teacher. May you never stop knowing the hundreds of ways you help others just by being yourself.

Be at one--with yourself--to be at One with all.


Every blessing,
Joyce



Monday, March 14, 2022

Cusp

A Spring Equinox Poem


Poem ©2022 by Joyce Mason





I am a bud lingering

in my grave of soil,

past and future lives merged,

barely moving at a snail’s pace,

becoming.


Winter, a weighted blanket

of frozen motion clings

and ducks the sun

that melts into tomorrow.

 

The season of suspended animation was so long;

past memories have been wiped

and renewal is a broken hope …

 

… and yet

like clockwork

the wheel turns,

sprouts push out of their earthen crypt

and another spring reaches its tipping point,

bursting into being

bringing us with it.

Reincarnation.


~~~

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Friday, December 31, 2021

In-Between

 


The Last Day of the Year.  See Postscript.

Poem © 2021 by Joyce Mason

 

The most uncomfortable place I have ever lived

is in-between.

It’s that vast, noiseless wasteland that forces us

to sit in the waiting room of our next life,

confronted by nothing but silence.

 

There’s no clue

of what it’s all about,

just a bleak gray-and-white landscape,

the fuzzy, gritty old TV static after all the shows

have signed off for the night.

I can almost see the test pattern.

 

Yet I know this tremendously boring

and unstimulating gray zone is the laboratory

of new life.

It’s a beaker, an incubator, a womb.

It is the unseen vessel of Everything That Comes Next.

 

It is depressing at face value.

It’s just purgatory,

dues we have to pay

before all sunshine and color break loose

and we are off to chase another rainbow.

 

It’s why suicide and even lesser forms of giving up

are so questionable.

You might miss something.

 

 

~~~

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Postscript: Today is one of the many “endbeginnings” we all experience. For most of us, the in-between is a very uncomfortable place. We live there more than ever with the changes a pandemic and our collective reaction to it has leaked into every-day living. We hardly know how today is going to work out, so it’s hard to picture tomorrow. I have been reading up on the psychological effects of Covid, and they are significant. Paraphrasing one article I read, no one is equipped to cope with such an extended period of stress. Quite literally much of the world is suffering from PTSD due to the upset to all our routines, commerce and relationships—just to name a few affected aspects of life.

While this is not a rosy picture, when we can understand these in-between places for what they are, knowing they are part of a larger process will hopefully carry you to the next place that feels safe and secure. If my poem touches even one person and helps them put this strange place in perspective, I will have ended the year on an up-note. Writing it sure helped me.


Thursday, December 2, 2021

Uncomfortable Beauty

 A  Winter Solstice Poem


Poem © 2021 by Joyce Mason




We dread Winter Solstice.

It cuts Day to the chase.

It delivers us long-suffering nights.

It steals Warmth

and leaves behind Darkness,

bleak feelings that remind us intuitively

of Death.

 

Winter comfort demands feats of acrobatic energy:

piling clothes, blankets and firewood,

clapping or blowing on our hands,

jumping up and down

just to keep our blood running.

Winter is one of the closest things to dying

we will experience until we do.

(We say frozen stiff for a reason.)

The Lucky will know many winters.

 

To find the beauty in struggling with the elements

And any force bigger than ourselves,

we first have to admit;

Comfort is overrated.

Comfort is an oasis, a place we must visit

as long and often as possible to be healthy and happy.

But to live there—to move in permanently—

is more than decadent.

It is decay.

 

Winter’s perishable beauty reminds us:

constant renewal is Beauty’s core.

You cannot have rebirth without death

or warmth without cold.

Contrast gives these things meaning.

 

Everything beautiful thing is transient.

Each unique snowflake melts

before we can barely take in its geometric perfection.

Together flakes form blankets,

soft white coating on landscapes

that hold your breath.

Winter takes simple substances like water,

freezes it, and turns it into diamonds.

 

The same winter cold that drives us inside and inward,

defines uncomfortable beauty.

From this cold we seek the warmth of Love.

When our breath is frosted air

we are close to the cutting edge of Life

where beauty lives,

we want to tell each other how we feel

to say “I love you”

one last time,

or perhaps even for the first,

before it’s too late.

 

~~~


Photo Credit: Wallpaper Pro

 

 


 


Tuesday, March 16, 2021

Invitation

A Spring Equinox Poem

© 2021 by Joyce Mason

 

Photo via Pinterest


Every spring’s

An invitation to a new beginning

Even if you’re not up for it.

 

Winter cold and darkness slows us.

Slogging through quicksand snow,

Real or symbolic,

The heavy feeling of no end in sight,

That you’re going to “just die,”

A prayer to St. Roseanne Roseannadanna

Especially during our long Covid winters of forced confinement.

These months of hard scrabble introspection

beg us to reevaluate and escape to extroversion.

Too much of a good thing,

As winter insights roast on an open fire,

They are a slowdown,

A breath to review our merry-go-round

To see if we really want to jump back on.

 

 

Look at the sparkle in a loved one’s eyes,

That magical light that makes them who they are,

Firing on all cylinders.

 

Think your best possible thoughts for the future.

Look at your own spark in the mirror.

Look at the Aries Rambunctiousness in the curve

Of your eyebrows

Pushing you forward to explore Mars.

Imagine little green buds on your limbs

Like Brother and Sister Trees.

 

Don’t try. Just be.

Pause and let spring come to you

Packing hope and do-overs,

The only carousel worth riding.


Sunday, December 20, 2020

The Longest Winter

 

 









Poem © 2020 by Joyce Mason

 

We avoided winter like the plague

until a plague gave us a winter so long;

there was no escaping it.

 

We cannot dodge, deny or wish away

the All-Year Winter of 2020.

We cannot avoid the present.

 

The effects that go from zero to death,

the bodies in makeshift morgues,

the devastating symptoms that linger for some.

We can no longer in good conscience escape orders to stay home,

to bask in enough quiet to hear ourselves think,

or to mask whatever smiles we have left.

We live in a prison of care for ourselves and others

with no promise of release short of

a one-year sentence.

Some of us are in solitary.

 

But do we really want a jail break?

To turn down the present,

the gift of an adventure in inner space?

This year, so winter-like, casts its shadow

over the other seasons magnifying all of winter’s qualities,

quadrupled in time to prepare us for what’s next

as our whole world falls apart for reconstruction.

 

Winter prepares us for the energy burst we need

to go from dormant seed to wildflowers

from death and dying to resurrection.

We overlook this season’s benefits for our manic need

to keep moving, duck the least bit of discomfort,

to look away from the ice and snow artwork or

turn a deaf ear to the sanctity of silence.

 

It is time to revel in winter as the Dark before the Light,

the Silent Night of the Soul,

the archetypal step before we save ourselves

and truly create Peace on Earth.

 

In this year of the longest winter,

Jupiter and Saturn conjoin to form a Star of Bethlehem.

History repeats.

Prepare your soul ground.

Your masks, quarantine and centering at home and hearth

are cleansing you, making way for a new epidemic of love.


~~~

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