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What, me worry?

At the fresh water pond in the forest.  Assateague Island.
At the fresh water pond in the forest. Assateague Island. (Photo enhanced and edited in PicMonkey.)

If your eyes are blinded with your worries, you cannot see the beauty of the sunset.

~ Jiddu Krishnamurti

Another view of the tree at sunset.
Another view of the tree at sunset.

Are you a worrier?  I am.  I try not to be, and sometimes I’m even successful at it.  The best way to not worry, I’ve found, is to be present in the moment.  When I’m here, in the now, I don’t worry about what has happened or what might happen.  For the most part, things are usually okay in the present moment.  Take this moment (which has already disappeared, but never mind, we can move on to the next or the next).  Everything IS okay in this moment.  It’s Monday evening, and I’m getting a head start on tomorrow’s blog post.  I’ve been sorting through photos from Saturday’s trip to Assateague.  It may sound like I’m not in the present moment (working on the future post and pictures from the past), but I’m very aware of the feel of my feet on the foot stool I keep under the desk (I’m short and can sit more comfortably with my feet up a little), the air from the heat duct pouring out beside me, the hum of the computer, and the sound of my fingers working the keyboard.  M is in the kitchen working on reinstalling the baseboards (that I painted last week).  Izzy is purring at my feet, and I can hear Bella clicking around the house.  Her claws need trimmed and when she walks on the vinyl flooring, you can hear the click-click-click of her little cat feet.

One of the fresh water ponds on Assateague Island where the horses come to drink.
One of the fresh water ponds on Assateague Island where the horses come to drink.

I think I have always been a worrier (as some eldest children tend to be), but it got worse with age.  I am hoping that one day I will wake up and realize there is nothing to worry about and I’ll never worry again.  In the meantime, I’m getting better at not worrying by bringing my mind back around to the present, and letting go of thoughts of what might be (or, in most cases, might never be).  I breathe into the worries, and breathe them out.  I watch them fade as they leave, and wave goodbye.

On the Life of the Dunes Trail.
On the Life of the Dunes Trail.

Tonight I am not worrying about the Winter Weather Advisory, or the threat of ice for tomorrow morning.  There is no reason to worry.  But I am getting ready for it, and that’s an entirely different thing than worrying.   In fact, being prepared helps the worries fade away.

Dunes
Dunes

One thing the Winter Weather Advisory will probably delay is getting our new sink and reverse osmosis filter fixed.  The plumber that was here last week did not install the sink or the filter tap correctly.  Last I heard (on Friday), the plumber’s boss is supposed to come by to take a look and fix it.  We have also discovered a leak under the sink.  That will have to be fixed as well.  The counter tops will have to be cleaned.  The plumber left smears of plumber’s putty all over the counter, and now the counter looks dull and smudgy.  I’ve tried scrubbing it off, but it won’t come off.  Someone from the kitchen design company said he’ll come by with something to clean it.  I suspect it will be acetone.  That’s how the guys who installed the counters cleaned them after they were in place.

More dunes
More dunes

I’m not worried about it, mind you.  In a way, it’s not my problem.  Someone else will have to take care of this stuff.  As long as I have assurance that they will take care of it, I’m not going to worry about it.

Sun dog and silhouettes
Sun dog and silhouettes

Now it’s Tuesday morning, and it’s raining.  Looks like the ice will be here in a few hours, then it will change over to snow.  I’m looking forward to the magic rather than worrying about what I can’t control.  (That’s what worry is, you know.  A wish to control everything in life.)

Changing colors
Changing colors

If a problem is fixable, if a situation is such that you can do something about it, then there is no need to worry.  If it’s not fixable, then there is no help in worrying.  There is no benefit in worrying whatsoever.

~ Dalai Lama XIV

Colors in the grass
Colors in the grass

That’s it from the Wabi-Sabi Ranch for today.  If weather and internet connection permit, I’ll come back and update this post before its scheduled time to go out.  I hope Tuesday has been treating you well, and that there are no worries on your mind.  If there are, drop them in the comments and let them go.

Wispy
Wispy

Be good, be kind, be loving.  Just Be.  🙂

Update:  It’s 3:00 pm, and the sun is shining.  No ice, no snow.  It rained for a good part of the day, and it’s pretty soggy outside.  The raindrops are sparkling in the sunlight.  I’m a little disappointed about the snow, but can live without the ice.

 

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Robin is a photographer, artist, writer, wife, sometime poet, mom, grandma, daughter, sister, friend, and occasional traveler currently living on the Eastern Shore of Maryland. She finished a 365 commitment to get outside every day in 2011, and has turned it into a lifelong commitment taking one or more walks each day. Robin will continue to share her walks through her words and images on Breezes at Dawn. Older posts can be found at Life in the Bogs, her previous blog. Robin and her husband are in the midst of renovating the house and property they refer to as the Wabi-Sabi Ranch, 35 acres that include marsh, a dock on a tidal creek, meadows, and woodlands. Every day brings new discoveries.

38 thoughts on “What, me worry?

  1. The Dalai Lama and Alfred E. Newman. And then too there is you. Your last plumber sounds like quite the inept slob. But don’t worry about it, it will be resolved.

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  2. Like you, I am a worrier. Mostly in the middle of the night when everything seems 100x worse. Sorry no real, magical snow, but I love the digital snow here. 🙂

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    1. Thanks, Nickie. 🙂 Those middle of the nights worries are the most worrisome of all. I’ve been using meditation techniques to dispel them. Sometimes it actually works.

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  3. I was a worrier, but am less so now. I think I finally realized that worry doesn’t change anything, that change requires an active participation in preparation – as you have stated. What will be, will be, pretty much I think. So if there is a concern about some kind of potential event, I try to prepare and then I go off another direction.

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  4. All right, Robin, you hit this worrier on the head with your definition of worry as “a wish to control everything in life.” It’s egocentric. Worry is about what is not. I must practice being with what is.

    Thanks, and may you be safe, warm, well-fed, and happy as you hunker down. And, of course, free from worry.

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  5. Such beautifully framed and lit photos today, Robin. What a beautiful day on Assateague Island, and I’m happy knowing you and M were there to be a part of it. The other side of “worrying” is trouble shooting and preparing. I feel responsible to make things come out all right, quite often, and my worrying is creative problem solving on a good day. On a bad day the mind jumps out of its harness and fidgets over the well being of loved ones- which as you said, is beyond my control. Thank you for the timely reminders. I hope by now your counters have been cleaned and the plumbing fixed. At least now you know who NOT to call next time. Best wishes, WG

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    1. Thank you so much, WG. 🙂 I think it’s going to be a while before the plumbing is fixed and the counters are cleaned, but I’ve had all summer to learn patience and deal with “Eastern Shore Time.” It’ll get done eventually.

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  6. My mom is a huge worrier … everything is a worry for her. It tries on my patience and as hard as I try to distance myself from it and try to turn it around it does effect me sometimes … guess I inherited some of it (or learned to worry from her). When I am around other worriers I am stronger and worry a lot less. I worry the most when I am alone.
    Hope you can relax and find peace tonight … stay warm and dry.
    (30 below here this morning with a high of 8 below this afternoon) I feel like hibernating.

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    1. Thank you, Bearyweather. 🙂 My mother wasn’t much of a worrier. She was a do-er and a prepare-er. I’m not sure where my worry traits come from, but I’m glad I’m finally learning to be more aware of it so I can deal with it. Stay warm.

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  7. I’m a big worrier, although I try hard not to be. It seems the worries hit me hardest, and run in a vicious circle in my mind, in the middle of the night. You’re so right about the uselessness of worry, though. I wish I could always stay in the present moment, and I have to gently remind myself to do that, minute by minute. Beautiful photos, as always, Robin. 🙂

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    1. Thank you, Cathy. 🙂 As I mentioned to Nickie in a comment up above, I think middle of the night worries are the worst of all, but I’ve been using meditation techniques on mine, and it seems to work at times.

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  8. Right now, I’m worried that I won’t get all of my work finished before Christmas. Did you know it is only two weeks away? Okay, truth time, my MIND says “it’s two weeks to Christmas, you have uniforms to sew that have to be at a school before the school closes for the Christmas holidays”. That would usually have me in a lather of panic, but not this year, no; my heart says “Christmas is coming, enjoy the season”. So that’s what I’m doing. Calmly sewing during the day, whilst fitting in other events of my day. This year, I even have my house decorated for Christmas already. And it’s a wonderful feeling. 🙂

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  9. Yes! I’m a worrier, too….unfortunately.
    What’s this about a plumber who can’t install a sink or a filter properly?? Ridiculous!
    I’m glad you only got rain from this storm. It’s not as pretty as snow, but it sure beats the ice!

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  10. Hi there Robin. It is Saturday morning as I am writing this, trying to do a blog catch-up this a.m. What a luxury it would be to never worry again! I am also, like you, trying to worry less – it is useless, afterall, as you say, but sometimes it is so difficult to turn it off, isn’t it? Here in New England we are expecting winter storm Electra to come knocking on our door this afternoon. Trying not to worry about it and just crossing all my fingers and toes that the power doesn’t go out!
    As always, I just love the beautiful light you’ve captured in your photos here. The purple sky in the second one is particularly eye-catching.

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    1. Thank you, Karma. 🙂 It would be a great luxury, I think, to never worry again. I still can’t get used to the way The Weather Channel names winter storms. I think the way they hype things just adds worries so I don’t pay attention to them anymore (I use Weather Underground instead). I’ll keep my fingers crossed for you, too. We’re getting nothing but rain from this storm.

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Comments are delightful and always appreciated. I will respond when I can (life is keeping me busy!), and/or come around to visit you at your place soon. Thank you!

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