Limbo Land

Don't you love Limbo Land?! That place of endless grouchiness while waiting endlessly for something...something you're sure you gotta have, though not sure what it is. Scowling is a must in Limbo Land. I scowl at the computer, at my husband, at the mail, and definitely out the window at the grey limbo weather. Limbo Land is like being a toddler on the verge of a tantrum. What do Limbo-lubbers and two-year-olds have in common? They feel they have no control. Argh!

So how to get out of Limbo Land? Well, I'd say follow the sunflower rant that I repeated a zillion times to my daughters. If you want to be happy, you gotta be sunflowers, not roly-pollies. That is, you need to open up to the world and people and give others love, because when you close up you and your thoughts get stinky and hard.

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So here's advice for me, and, if it helps, for you, too. Take some good clearing breaths. Turn on your favorite Pandora station (I'm listening to Chronicles of Narnia soundtrack). Then write down all the stuck places in your life--really let go with some good whining. Then write down what steps you can take--right now--to get unstuck. Tack that list to your computer and venture forth! 

The Sunflowers -- Poem by Mary Oliver

Come with me
into the field of sunflowers.
Their faces are burnished disks,
their dry spines

creak like ship masts,
their green leaves,
so heavy and many,
fill all day with the sticky

sugars of the sun.
Come with me
to visit the sunflowers,
they are shy

but want to be friends;
they have wonderful stories
of when they were young -
the important weather,

the wandering crows.
Don't be afraid
to ask them questions!
Their bright faces, 

which follow the sun,
will listen, and all
those rows of seeds -
each one a new life! 

hope for a deeper acquaintance;
each of them, though it stands
in a crowd of many,
like a separate universe, 

is lonely, the long work
of turning their lives
into a celebration
is not easy. Come

and let us talk with those modest faces,
the simple garments of leaves,
the coarse roots in the earth
so uprightly burning.