by Maya on January 4, 2010
I’m always excited about starting a new year, but this year is off the charts.
This week, my husband and I are moving to the farm we’re buying in Uruguay. Â That’s it in the photo. Â Cute, huh?
Moving to a farm in January poses some interesting challenges. Â It’s equivalent to July, meaning it’s much too hot to do any planting–and there’s nothing planted there now that we can harvest in the fall. Â This means that we’ll be living on a farm that has nothing to eat. Â It’s a blank slate.
I’m itching to dig in, but it’s too late to do early planting and too early to do late planting. Â I will be forced to wait.
Call it Slow Farming.
I’m sure this year will bring many, many opportunities for greater mindfulness, and that always means a lot of laughter along the way. Â Tom and I, the Doofus Duo, will be going all Green Acres. Â Considering how committed we’ve been in the last few years to paring down everything and living in a studio apartment in the heart of Buenos Aires, it’s kind of hilarious that we are now moving toward what most would consider a simple life–but it’s more complicated for us!
We’ll be digging in. Â Slowly.
Hope you’ll  follow our journey here or over at New Globals.
by Maya on December 15, 2009
“Near-na-near, Near-na-near, Near-na-near-na-near….”
That’s the guitar intro to “Jingle Bell Rock” and one of the most ubiquitous sounds of the holiday season. It’s nearly impossible to escape this tune–it’s played repeatedly from Thanksgiving through Christmas on radio stations and in department stores.
I used to love it as a kid, but I grew to despise it in my adolescent years. Â I was inspired, no doubt, by my rocker-wannabe friends and their complete disdain for this holiday schlock. “That’s not rock!” we’d howl, disgusted. I mean, come on: Â “Giddy-up jingle horse, pick up your feet”?
That song set my teeth on edge for years. I’d scowl. I’d roll my eyes. I’d smack my forehead in mock despair. You could say I had my own little holiday tradition of hating that song.
And then, one December morning, as I helped my four preschoolers decorate the house with paper chains, that song came on the radio. They instantly started dancing, rockin’ around the Christmas tree as only exuberant toddlers can.
I thought it was the cutest thing I’d ever seen. I couldn’t for the life of me remember why I hated that song so much. It was catchy. It sounded happy. Clearly, my kids felt the joy in it. What was my problem, anyway?
I’d spent a fair amount of time and energy despising something that was completely innocuous. Cringing every time I heard “Mix and a-mingle in the jingling feet” wasn’t bringing me any comfort and joy.
We’ve all got our favorite holiday annoyances. Maybe it’s your Aunt Mary’s Christmas sweaters. Perhaps it’s your parents’ tattered aluminum tree. It could be your neighbor’s inflatable Homer Simpson in a Santa suit in plain view from your living room window.
Well, here’s the good news: you can use your holiday irritation to become more mindful. That’s right. Pay attention to the little things that bug you about the preparations and celebrations. Find the goofiness in it, and laugh–not at others, but at yourself.
You’ve got a perfect opportunity to step back in order to see your reaction for what it is.
Hate your partner’s snow globe collection? Despise the way your brother always takes charge of the present distribution on Christmas morning? Get riled by your sister’s habit of outspending everyone? Cranky about the way stores put out their decorations before Thanksgiving?
Gosh, you’re funny.
Watch your irritation, and then watch yourself grin. Be present enough to see the humor in your response. Pay attention to the things that get on your nerves, even if they’re hopelessly hokey.
ESPECIALLY if they’re hopelessly hokey–because if hokeyness doesn’t make you grin, what will? Look for your trigger and turn it into something that tickles you.
May you and your loved ones dance in your living room this holiday season.
“That’s the jingle bell…that’s the jingle bell…that’s the jingle bell rock….”