THERE ARE NO ORDINARY MOMENTS!

I took this picture today of our daughter Sarina on her morning walk. She has struggled lately with a lot of things, not getting up and in turn not having time to walk is a big one for her.

This was her first walk for a few weeks.
 
Everyone benefits from walking. In Sarina’s life attention and present moment awareness go hand in hand with the rhythm of walking. And the deeper breath.  One cannot walk up a hill with the head in the clouds. She has to pay attention to her steps. Easy? Not when you have severe attention deficit.

But – and that’s a hard truth, if she’s not self-motivated, it’s not happening. Her life becomes an obstacle course against time. I have seen this truth but have to surrender to the fact that she is now 28 and I can’t win every battle. Believe me I try!

I have no choice but to let go. It’s a difficult ride for me. I keep failing every day and I keep going. And keep learning.

“Acceptance is a small, quiet room,” says Cheryl Strayed.

So, this was heaven for me! One moment that has the power to erase a chain of frustrations in my life as a special needs parent.

As I watched her hike up the hill, the sky and the trees were hugging her and I thought: There are no ordinary moments. *

It's easy to agree in a situation like this. Not so when beauty is absent, and we are hitting a wall.

Many people live with limitations. Some visible some not. The path of a special parent is humbling like for all care takers. Decline of health or depression to name a few also put the breaks on.
 
Special needs parenting is a life sentence. It’s not going to go away. We can fall into victim mode or learn to ride our horse instead.

This week I’ll pin this photo on my desk. Relax the grip, breathe, accept and honor the present moment. Want to join? Print the photo or write yourself a note. It works.

👣 No time for a walk?
​
Here is a Tiny Island** about a one-minute practice you can do on the spot including sitting down. If you can’t move, visualize yourself doing it.

​NO ORDINARY MOMENTS!
You can do this also in gentle running. The key is… do it! Enjoy it! Be grateful to your body moving and breathing.

👣Love always,
Manuela

​PS: *Dan Millmann wrote a book called "No Ordinary Moments". It's a peaceful warrior's guide to daily life. I love this book like all of the books he wrote. It teaches us to live a life that puts you in the driver's seat.

PPS: **Tiny Islands is a project I’m working on. To create more breaks, or even micro breaks in my day to fill up my cup. Using the tools from my yoga practice and life with my special daughter I’m collecting THREE-HUNDRED AND SIXTY-FIVE, yes 365 of them! And share them in a book with you. 2019 hear me roar😇. 

PPPS: Remember... forgive yourself and everyone...

​Manuela Rohr is a writer and Yoga teacher/therapist BDY/EYU, C-IAYT. With roots in Germany she now lives with her husband and daughter in Santa Rosa, CA.  She is the mother of a micro preemie girl and shares her healing journey in her blogs and teachings. She shares her transformational Yoga and Mindfulness lessons in workshops and private sessions.

​December 3rd was an important day for my family. It was the

International Day of Persons with Disability.

I wrote a blog for this day titled: Different - Not less.
​http://bit.ly/2L10cfG

People who have "hiccups" like my daughter Sarina says, need us to support them to reach a life of BELONGING not ISOLATION. Or like Helen Keller said... together we can do so much....

The blog was published by The Wellness Universe, a fabulous platform you have heard me mention offering everything we can learn about  MInd-Body-Spirit-Planet. Through them, my message is available to over 100k visitors each month.

I have been invited to be a core blogger for them and will do so starting in January with at least one blog or blog series published every months. Can you imagine how happy I am to have a platform like this sharing my writing and my story?

Writing has become my second passion besides yoga and mindfulness on and off the mat. Both of them work hand in hand. Both of them fuel my wish to be well and resilient despite the challenges I face with raising and living with our special daughter Sarina.
 
They both support my passion as a teacher as they let me share my tools with you... one breath, one word at a time!

I'd be thrilled if you have a moment to read my  blog for two reasons:

1. Awareness of how to make a difference in the life of people you meet who are not like us. As I'm sure you know, they don't have to come from the disability world only - they show up in our lives on a daily basis from all walks of life ... Being kind, understanding and forgiving helps all.
2. Support for my young career as an author. Your feedback following reading my blog at WU means a lot to me. It establishes not only my credibility but also shows there is an audience curious to learn what I share.​

Please read my blog here: http://bit.ly/2L10cfG
Thank you!

And while you are there, check out  what The Wellness Universe has to offer. I know you will be inspired!

​Happy Thanksgiving,

🍁Always with love,
Manuela 

PS: I'm very happy. My new blog was featured by THE WELLNESS UNIVERSE for Prematurity Awareness Day,  November 17, 2018:


SARINA - BORN A MICRO PREEMIE - HERE TO BELONG


http://bit.ly/2A8wYGp

I know we're all affected by the tragedy of the fires unfolding around us. I want to offer to you what I have learned from Pema Chodron, American Tibetan Buddhist. Whatever form of kindness or compassion you give to yourself or others dedicate your practice to someone in need, to a loved one or a group of people. 

Compassion for others always begins with kindness to ourselves.

​I created this poster on Sunday.

I've found a great way to use my posters for my practice. I order two to three 4x6 prints online at my local pharmacy. It's 0,25c/copy. And place them around my house.

Sometimes one goes on the dashboard in my car.

They act as reminders and it works! I rotate them depending on what habits I want to strengthen.

To flip the switch is powerful.

Remember what we repeat seeds!

After noticing the many moments where I caught some negative thoughts...boy there are plenty of annoying things going on...I decided to use this awareness tool again today.

As I write my Wednesday Whispers to you so they pop up in your inbox tomorrow I'm thinking:

How great would it be if a group of people does this together? 
A day of flipping the switch. 
Are you joining?

You can also write out the quote on a piece of paper or write "flip the switch" on a sticky note. I sometimes even write a letter on my hand, in this case an "S" for switch to remind me. Anything goes.

I imagine you will join and together we are creating a day of mindfulness for ourselves and others.

Love that!

That's yoga in action to me.

🌷Always with love,
Manuela 

PS: I have created a free private FB group for special moms like me. Please share if you know someone who'd love support and inspiration. The link is below!

​Manuela Rohr is a writer and Yoga teacher/therapist BDY/EYU, C-IAYT. With roots in Germany she now lives with her husband and daughter in Santa Rosa, CA.  She is the mother of a micro preemie girl and shares her healing journey in her blogs and teachings. She shares her transformational Yoga and Mindfulness lessons in private sessions.

This simple practice saved me from burning up a healthy relationship today; one I didn’t want to lose. It’s simply stopping what you’re doing, thinking, saying, or being for twenty seconds, and then using that 20-seconds to notice what’s happening to you and around you.
It’s similar to, breathing before speaking when you’re upset or angry, but this takes it a bit further. It takes presence to live your life mindfully. It’s much easier to react to situations as they come up. It happens to me, it happens to all of us. It’s easier to be the victim of circumstances than it is to choose the path that will make a difference.

​Stress has moved into most of our lives. It often takes residence like a family member you didn’t know you had. Stress can happen when we do more than we can handle, and when we feel things are out of control. The peaceful moments? Where are they? Add a life-changing event, and you are quickly put over the edge with stress.

You can try one before you open the door when you come home or open the fridge before you grab something you really don’t need to eat. Use a break when you know a conversation or situation has the potential to rock you out of your calm. Try a break before you head into your day or go to sleep at night.
20-seconds is about as long as three to four breaths. It’s very easy to do yet very powerful. It stops the auto-pilot. It lets you notice if you are triggered.

​I had to make a doctor’s appointment for my daughter. The staff always talks to her, not to me. Sarina is on the Autism Spectrum and often looks absentminded like her head is in the clouds. Nevertheless, she can speak for herself, but needs a bit more time to find her voice at times. Of course, she gets angry when she feels ignored. This office has been a gift to us because they don’t judge her.

On our last day in Germany, Sarina was bitten by a nasty bug. The swelling looked gross and infected. We went to the doctor. “Could be a tick bite,” he worried, and put fear on her face. “Get a blood test done when you’re back in the U.S.,” he said and gave her some ointment to ease the pain.
Back home, I left messages with her doctor. They usually call back within twenty-four hours. It took four days to get the call back. I told them my story. The nurse wanted to order the test. A minute later, she called back. “Your daughter needs to be seen by her doctor. Call between 8:30-9:00 a.m. tomorrow and we will get her in for a same-day appointment.”
At 8:30 a.m. I placed my first call to the answering machine and about thirty-three more calls in the next 30 minutes. I needed this appointment.
At 9:10 a.m. a voice I didn’t recognize answered and cut me off before I could finish my sentence. Trigger #1. This woman must have been bitten by a bug herself, her voice was commanding, “You have to call at 8:30 sharp.” Trigger # 2 “Like instructed!” Trigger # 3. “Like everybody else.” Trigger #4.

This was a tiger, not just an everyday trigger. I got ready to win this fight. I didn’t. Instead, she up-leveled. “Ma’am,” (usually not a trigger, but today it fit the bill) “Call back tomorrow at 8:30 a.m. sharp.”Sharp? Again? That was trigger #5.
I lost it. Shouting at her, I flew into a fit about my difficult life with my autistic daughter and the bug bite in general and hung up. Fuming like a tiger I spit out my bottled-up pain, my anger. My words hit the air like a tsunami. Finally deflated I said to myself, “We don’t have an appointment. We need a new doctor.”
Sarina and my husband watched this scene. Sarina liked the action and for once did not comment. My husband had an idea, “Go there and talk to them directly. The Hell you raised on the phone is worthless.”
I did. In my car, I recovered and hugged my wounded heart. I relaxed. Before I opened the office door I paused for my 20-second break. It was magic. It worked!

​And this is how you do it…

1. Pause.
2. Notice your breath, relax your body with an exhale. Especially your lips and the back of your mouth.
3. Notice your feelings and your thoughts. What’s happening right now? With an aaahhh, let it go with your breath.
4. Accept what you noticed and choose an intention for the next step.

I noticed anxiety. My intention was clear. I didn’t want to be an echo to the rude voice. I was not after revenge. I wanted to ask for what I needed, firm but friendly.
The waiting room was packed. A familiar face behind the desk greeted me with a smile. The other looked grumpy and belonged to my trigger. I went straight to the smile. Loud and clear I told her what I needed. And finished, “I understand your stresses. The conflict with your colleague on the phone was not needed. I don’t appreciate her rude language.”

Ready to straighten out my trigger. Ready to take my daughter’s file to another office, causing more stress, of course. It takes courage to break free of old patterns and even more courage to let go and forgive when we hurt each other. Forgiving ourselves and the other is food for our soul.
I learned about this little awareness gem in my Yoga Therapy training about twenty years ago. It had a profound and lasting impact on my life. It’s one cool tool to help me cope with stress on a daily basis.
My teacher Michael Lee, the founder of Phoenix Rising Yoga Therapy, introduced it to us as a way of creating the time to become aware. Without taking the time, we rush through life in a fog-like existence. A quote I heard, “awareness is the first step to change and a most important one,” stuck with me.

• It yields a maximum gain in self-awareness.
• It builds your inner muscle to cope with stress.
• It’s easy, yet powerful.
• It’s an on-the-spot tool to use everywhere.

Try one with yourself right now or with the next person you meet.
Awareness is not only your most powerful tool for solving issues, but it’s also your most powerful friend to get to know yourself better.

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I believe words have the power to heal.
 
In 1954 the American poet Robert Frost responded to the question where freedom lies with: "Freedom is moving easy in harness.” I have examined what these words mean after my daughter was born.
 
Especially in times when my path felt anything but easy.
 
My daughter was born a micro-preemie. At 24 weeks gestation, she weighed only 881 grams. One pound and fifteen ounces, barely able to live through the night. Can you imagine? The picture of her fragile body in the incubator still aches my heart. Today she is twenty-eight years old.
 
Her birth shattered any hope I had for a happy family with four healthy children in tow. It broke that dream. I had to learn to create a new one.
 
Our journey together has been full of obstacles. It pierced my heart and teaches me anything I need to know.
 
Nothing, absolutely nothing, was or is easy. Her challenges shaped my life, pushed my comfort zones and taught me that the tiniest steps still move us forward. And that love is at the root of everything we do.
 
Tiny steps are the opposite of what I was planning my life to be. I have speed in my blood. I’m energized easily, I’m full of love for life. I like to soar. I thought that’s where freedom lies.
 
The heartbreak humbled and softened me. It taught me the most important truth; freedom resides inside of me while I can experience any of the above.
 
Freedom lies right at the center of who I am, available in the depths of exhaustion and in the heights of gloriousness.
 
I learned to trust that life will unfold, but not only on my terms.
 
Sarina is on the Autism Spectrum. High functioning, smart and bright and at the same time, low functioning with no sense of time and difficulties with rote memory. She cannot memorize by repetition.
 
She doesn’t lack knowledge or skill. But when her brain decides to be off, or when she is in the clouds, she is not able to manage her day on her own.
 
Graced with a great sense of humor and an amazing vocabulary she simply says: “I'm born with hiccups.”
 
Ten years ago, I noticed the quote: Freedom is moving easy in harness in a small corner bookstore in Napa, California. I was on a mission to plant seeds for my daughter’s future. A future she too dreams of. To live in a community where she is loved and belongs with meaningful work. Connected to a larger village committed to the inclusion of all.
 
“I don’t want to live in a bubble. Floating around. Invisible,” is the painful realization Sarina shares.

​I was with my friend Michele. Endless pouring rain made us take shelter inside the store. Sarina was being interviewed at a supported living program in town. Hope was in the air.
 
I loved not having to do this alone. In case of a no from the owner, I would have someone to lean on. Michele is a friend who offers a slice of freedom when the harness I walk with threatens to suffocate me.
 
Do you know friends can do that?
 
"Look, how fitting", I said pointing at the quote. "Yes," she smiled and we both bought the card.
 
I gazed outside. The rain was hammering its melody against the window. Strong but comforting.  Like a drummer in love with her drum, I thought. Nature a symbol of harmony and survival.
 
If Sarina would be accepted her dream to move toward independence and my dream of an empty nest would come within reach. My dream holds:

• Knowing if I die, I have supported Sarina to live her dream and she belongs.
• Time for passion. My marriage. To grow closer again and rest our weary hearts.

•  Time for my mission. I yearn to teach. Yoga and Mindfulness    retreats for parents like me fill me with joy. I’m never closer to my why.

 
 
Moving easy in harness – I let the words soak in. I took a deep breath to land in the present moment.
 
It wasn’t a new thought. But still, a difficult one to grasp or to accept. At its root it holds the reality that all kinds of things happen that break our heart. It’s part of our humanness.
 
I still carried the definition of what freedom could be from my youth in my heart. Independence and doing what I love at any given moment at its core.
 
Of course, I hadn’t planned on a special needs child or the loss of three pregnancies before.
 
Or a move to the United States.
 
I moved for love, for the man I still feel deeply for. It satisfied my hunger for adventure and new beginnings.
 
In my twenties anything but boring or conventional was my rule to escape from a strong Catholic upbringing, convent school torture and rules I hated. Too many musts, don’ts and no’s had suffocated me.
 
There was no freedom in my steps at this time.
 
On the inside, my life looked the opposite of what I had wanted. There was a pain and a loneliness only a few people got to see. On the outside, I managed to thrive. With live-in help, I was able to teach, which is my passion as much as the undisturbed time with my husband to be a couple for a little while. It mended what was broken inside. I felt more freedom in my steps.
 
And then I went to a life-changing retreat with Pema Chodron. If I’d name only one of the many people whom I deeply bow to for their wisdom it would be her.
 
Her teachings help me understand my struggles and my suffering on a level I didn’t know possible.
 
In her book When Things Fall Apart, she says:
 
“We think that the point is to pass the test or overcome the problem, but the truth is that things don't really get solved. They come together, and they fall apart. Then they come together again and fall apart again. It's just like that. The healing comes from letting there be room for all of this to happen: room for grief, for relief, for misery, for joy.”
 
It coined the shift in my view that freedom cannot be found anywhere on the outside. Like happiness, freedom is an inside job. We don’t own it just because we tasted it before. We have to understand that we have to cultivate it every day.
 
In my daily life with my daughter, I learned to pay attention to my reactions to the many stressful situations. It helped me grow my awareness. Often on a daily even hourly basis, I have the chance to notice my triggers and realize it’s possible to unhook and choose something different.
 
Sarina was nineteen when she was with me in Napa. She had finished high school a year ago. Her future was open. Open not in the sense of endless possibilities. Rather the opposite. Young people who are special don’t find open doors easily. It’s a shaky walk on a tightrope with most doors closed.
 
Her health was fragile at the time. She had battled severe pneumonia and was sick most of that year.
 
Haunting thoughts occupied our life:  Would she learn to be able to live on her own? And if not, would we find a community for her? We were guided by her dream to build her own nest and equally strong desire to go to college one day.
 
Harnesses felt more like chains at times.
 
Ever since this part of our journey into her adulthood began freedom was harder to come by. As she got older her needs grew stronger.
 
Sarina realizes many of her limitations and of course, it causes great pain for her. Guiding her in times of deep frustration is difficult.
 
She was accepted into the program in Napa but soon after she moved there working in a sheltered workshop became her only choice for a day structure. It was the opposite of what she needs. We could not let this happen.
 
She moved back home again.
 
Until today we tried different possibilities for her to live away from home. Sarina gained a lot of independence on this journey but the support she needs must be different.
 
Eighteen months ago, she moved home again and together we moved to Northern California.
 
We had found a very promising new supported-living program to open a few months later and as if finally, all pieces of the puzzle would fall together a fantastic college program in the same town for students like her. She was accepted to college and is thriving.
 
Sadly, the supported living program fell apart. Sarina was devasted. I grieved this loss knowing a new home for her will not easily be found.
 
Frustration can run high at our home.
 
The harnesses are doing their job. As much as I feel them, I know she is the one feeling them most. All three of us are learning new ways to walk the path that is paved for us. Robert Frosts quote is on my desk.
 
Every day is a balancing act often on the tightrope.

And every day teachings appear:
 
“To be fully alive, fully human, and completely awake is to be continually thrown out of the nest.” By Pema Chodron. I can only nod my head and agree.
 
I find freedom

• In the tiny islands I create for myself. In the early morning hours on my mat I find harmony in my breath, contentment in my body and mind.
• In nature. She is the master of balance. She honors the seasons. She blooms, and she dies and blooms again. I am a tree sister.
• In compassion for myself.  When I fail, I know I can fail again with the chance to use awareness to fail better next time.
• In sharing my truth. In the vulnerable moments where the truth hurts so much, I want to hide, but I let courage win and in sharing of my story my heart leaps.
• Trusting all three of us are walking the path we are meant to walk. This path will lead to freedom.

 
Can you imagine the day all pieces fall together, and Sarina finds her home away from home? It’s worth every challenge we have overcome.
 
I believe awareness is a truth-finder. With awareness comes choice. Choice offers freedom.
 
I’m still full of love for life.
 
Today I choose freedom in my step.

Manuela

PS: This blog was published by Brave Healer Production www. https://lauradifranco.com/
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Manuela Rohr
Is a writer and Yoga teacher/therapist BDY/EY, C-IAYT. With roots in Germany she now lives with her husband and daughter in Santa Rosa, CA.  She is the mother of a micro preemie girl and shares her healing journey in her blogs and teachings. She offers her transformational Yoga and Mindfulness lessons in workshops and private sessions. Her newly developed transformational program for special moms like her now has a dedicated private Facebook group you can join: https://bit.ly/2Oa0T60
 
Connect with her here:
 
EMAIL:  manuelarohr@gmail.com
WEBSITE:  www.yogawithmanuela.com

​"The present moment is a powerful Goddess." 

We all know that, right? 
We all forget at times.

If we remember there are helpers, like the great big sky,  all around to remind us, we won't forget as easily. 

I was outside this morning to let the full moon remind me. As I gazed up in wonder and saw the sky turn lighter with each breath I got the message again: all that ever counts is this moment. 

Everything else we think about or worry about belongs either to the past or the future. I know we all know that too! Yet, we forget.

As I type this and the sky turns into a silvery light blue, the trees come alive I lifted my heart a bit more and let a few more breath energize me before I walk into my day.

I wrote a "B" on my hand. I do something like this almost every day. A reminder to take a BREATH, visualize the moon, and celebrate this moment.
Every day is a fresh start...

Always with love,
Manuela

​This is part 2/8 stories. If you missed part 1 click here: https://yogawithmanuela.weebly.com/blog/my-heart-beats-for-two-countries
 
 
With roots in Germany I lived most of my adult life in the U.S. I write about what I notice on my travels between these two worlds. The great experiences and the ones we can learn from each other.  I will share in both languages!

Both are dear to my heart. Occasionally they both drive me nuts and teach me something. Let me share a bit about what I notice. Always:
 
Let’s start with kindness in everyday life.
 
 
Part 2 - Standing in line
 
 
Dear my American friends. I'm not sure if you're aware of it, your patience when standing in line is a miracle to my German sense of speed and effectiveness.  Our "time, is money" attitude sucks.
 
My German friends listen in and change your attitude.
 
Standing in line can be a troublemaker.  By that I mean it's a reality check and you have a choice. Do you want to be grumpy or accept what you cannot change?
 
For me it offers a chance to check in what's going on between my ears. It can be outright funny, toxic and absolutely worth paying attention to. Like:
 
"why are they not moving faster?"…. aka hello judgment or
"why me? I'm already pressed for time!" … aka good-by poor-me-attitude
 
When I shared my observations with a friend the other day she matters of factly said: "this is how we roll."
 
Let's roll like this my German friends. Let's take it on and drop the grumpiness when we have to wait. 
 
#friendlinessisfree #friendlinessalwayswins
 
Instruction manual for how to stand in line and win:
 

• keep a distance to the person in front of you, at least arm's length.
• If you push a shopping cart, don’t push it into the heels of the person in front of you. Yes, this happens!😕  But never in thirty years living in the U.S.!
• gesture "you first" if you notice someone in a time crunch.  Love that! Both win!

 
#practicecompassion
 
 
This is what you get:
 

• Time to breath
• To Relax.
• A chance to stand on both feet and lift your heart.
• Accept life!
• Enjoy the present moment! (phone in pocket!)

 
 
Time is not the issue, we all have the same 24 hours. Remember that!
 
 
My challenge?
 
If someone keeps the distance too long🙄. 
 
Happened to me yesterday at the pharmacy. I was in a rush... mhhh...and was hoping for no lines...
 
Imagine I approached the "wait here" sign from the side. Quickly glanced behind, no one there. "Ahh, this will be a quick stop. Thank you!"
 
Always a yogi I take a few breaths and get a nudge to look around. About 15 feet behind me was another lady waiting. I had overlooked her. Obviously the next one in line!  I had cut in front of her - the above effectiveness in my blood.
 
 Of course, I apologized and took my spot behind her.  No big deal. She said: "this happens, " and all was fine.
 
This is a dialogue I have caught myself having: "c'mon 15 feet? 15 feet to the "wait here sign"? By all means, this is too long," counting the feet with my eyes again and inwardly being annoyed "boy, the Americans are crazy! 15 feet is too much." Totally useless even if human chatter. Or?
 
 
Shake your head if that happens to you. We are not victims. We have a choice to go with the flow, no matter how long the line in front of us or how pressed with time we are. #grumpinesSucks #breathislife #friendlinesswins
 
 
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Manuela Rohr
Is a writer and Yoga teacher/therapist BDY/EY, C-IAYT. With roots in Germany she now lives with her husband and daughter in Santa Rosa, CA.  She is the mother of a micro preemie girl and shares her healing journey in her blogs and teachings. She shares her transformational Yoga and Mindfulness lessons in private sessions.
 
Connect with her here:
 
EMAIL:  manuelarohr@gmail.com
 
WEBSITE:  www.yogawithmanuela.com
 
 
 
🇩🇪IN MIR LEBEN ZWEI WELTEN 
 
Ich mag beide. Manchmal gehen mir alle zwei auf die Nerven. Ich lerne immer was dabei.
Hier erzähle ich Euch, was mir auffällt.
 
Lasst uns mit Liebenswürdigkeit im Alltag anfangen.
 
Part 2 – In der Schlange stehen
 
Liebe amerikanischen Freunde, ich bin nicht sicher ob Ihr das wahrnehmt. Eure Geduld beim Schlangenstehen ist wie ein Wunder für mich. Wir Deutschen sind effektive und erledigen Dinge schnell. „Zeit ist Geld,“ ist unsere Devise und wir drängeln. Bescheuert!
 
Liebe Deutsche Freunde habt Geduld. Lest mal was ich zu sagen habe und vielleicht ändert sich was.
 
Wenn ich in der Schlange stehe, habe ich Gelegenheit zuzuhören was sich so zwischen meinen Ohren abspielt. Das kann lustig und giftig sein. Z.B.
 
„Warum sind die so langsam?“…. aha da schleicht sich ein Vorurteil ein oder
„Wieso passiert das jetzt ausgerechnet mir?“… ich arme Seele…
 
Ich habe einer Freundin erzählt was mir beim Schlangenstehen auffällt und sie sagte ganz einfach: „Das machen wir eben so.“
 
Lasst uns das auch so machen. Lasst die schlechte Laune sausen.
 
#freundlichkeitgewinnt
 
So geht’s:
 

• Distanz halten – mindestens eine Armlänge
• Mit dem Einkaufswagen ganz besonders wichtig… mir wurde grade wieder einer in den Versen gedrückt😕. Ist mir in dreißig Jahren USA noch nie passiert.
• Du merkst jemand hat es extra eilig? Und Du hast Zeit? Lass ihn doch vor… dabei gewinnen alle.

#grosszügikeithilft
 
Das kriegen wir dafür geschenkt:
 

• Zeit zum Atmen
• Zum Entspannen… Mundwinkel und Rachenraum ganz besonders!
• Auf zwei Füssen stehen und die Herzgegend öffnen
• Akzeptieren was ist… nicht was wir wollen.
• Genieße den Augenblick –Achtsamkeit üben (Telefon in die Tasche, es stört nur)

 
 
Denk dran, Zeit ist nicht das Problem. Wir haben alle die gleichen 24 Stunden!
 
Was mich herausfordert?
 
Wenn der Abstand zwischen zwei von uns zu groß gehalten wird🙄.
 
Ist mir gestern passiert. In der Apotheke. Ich hatte es eilig…mhhh, und hoffte, dass es keine Schlange gibt…
 
Also ich komme von der Seite, sehe das „Wait here“ Schild, schaue kurz zurück, klasse niemand da. Nur eine Frau grade beim Zahlen vor mir. Super!
 
Immer ein Yogi, atme ich ein paarmal tief durch. Und schaue mich kurz um. „Da steht ja doch jemand“. Ca. 5 – 6 Meter hinter mir steht eine Dame und wartet auch. Ich hatte sie übersehen und mich vor sie gestellt. Meine Deutsche Schnelligkeit!
 
Hab‘ mich natürlich entschuldigt und mich hinter sie gestellt: „Kein Problem“, sagte sie freundlich und gut war‘s.
 
Dann habe ich meine Selbstgespräche beobachtet. Das ging ungefähr so: „ Mensch, 5 Meter Abstand, die spinnt doch. 5 Meter ist doch idiotisch. Die Amis (Kopfschütteln), die übertreiben total…“ Eigentlich war das ja total sinnloser Quatsch und eben auch menschlich. Oder?
 
Ich hab’s ja auch gleich sausen lassen. Übung macht den Meister. Wir haben doch immer die Wahl loszulassen, im Fluss zu bleiben egal wieviel Leute in der Schlange stehen oder wie groß der Abstand ist. Und die Zeit… den Druck, den wir da auf uns selbst ausüben… total unnötig…lasst es uns ändern!
 
#motzenhilftnicht #atmenistleben #freundlichkeitgewimmt
 
 
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