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Lubby Lugs

Michelle George —  July 25, 2010 — 2 Comments

I was fortunate enough to be able to take the school holidays off from work (perhaps you saw my photos post last week) and we spent time both down at the NSW south coast and up at the snow for some short, sharp family holiday fun. Both of these locations required a good amount of travelling in the car. The boys fared remarkably well — gone are the days of screaming tantrums from the back seat, thank goodness! But Al gets a sore neck when he drives for long periods, and as a result, I spend  a bit of time rubbing his neck as we drive….which is fine…I don’t mind doing it (unless I’m trying to knit, then I get snarly.) in general I’m the kind of person who likes to touch, skin in particular…so it makes both of us feel good. It’s not something I normally talk about — too much information, and all that! But this time I thought I’d share.

Photo: djeyewater

When we were driving back from the coast part of our break in the misty early morning, and I was absentmindedly rubbing Al’s neck, then my hand strayed to his earlobe, and without thinking about it I found myself rubbing his earlobe between my thumb and forefinger and enjoying the warmth and smooth softness as it rolled between them.

All of a sudden I was transported back into my past. To a place I hadn’t thought about in years. A place I haven’t wanted to think about in years.

When I was a child my grandfather used to do the same thing to anyone who got within reach. Anyone from the grandchildren to his full-grown adult sons. He would sit and rub their earlobes and go into an almost meditative state, muttering about the “lubby lugs” … otherwise translated as “lovely earlobes”. I have no idea why he called them lugs. He was pretty good at making up names for things.

I never really did get on with my grandfather. He was a stern and wiry figure with beady eyes and who walked in the hunched way of a frail old man. He always wore blue coveralls and smelled of grease from his tinkering in the shed. He was never the kind of grandfather you would run to for a cuddle or to be comforted if you had hurt yourself.

Children to were to be seen and not heard at all times. And all the more so as a girl. It was the era of females being there to cook and clean and serve. And yet he would still grab my “lubby lugs” from time to time. Apparently earlobes transcended gender… until I got my ears pierced. I don’t think he ever forgave me for that. Not only was I “adorning myself”, but he could no longer play with my earlobes. Sad to say, as an early teen I was hardly devastated.

So, perhaps you can understand why I was so surprised to be whooshed back in time to remember this man while I mindlessly stroked my husband’s earlobe. I didn’t think I had a whole lot in common with him. With the distance and wisdom that only age an add I can now wonder….Perhaps he did love me after all…he just showed it via my earlobes.

Genetics are funny things.

My blog is two today!

Michelle George —  July 21, 2010

To celebrate my blog’s second birthday I’m giving away my copy of Vince Antonucci’s  “Guerrilla Lovers”  book. This is a powerful little book that encourages your to “change the world with revolutionary compassion”. Here’s what the blurb on the back cover says:”

Everyone is trying to change the world. Whether it’s bringing justice to Darfur, fighting global warming, building schools, or rebuilding cities, people are flocking to causes bigger than themselves. They’re dissatisfied with the status quo and sacrificing time and money to change it. God’s people should be at the forefront of this movement. But we’re not.

Author and pastor Vince Antonucci challenges you to take part in changing the world and shows you how to do it by adopting the strategy Jesus used: becoming a guerrilla lover. Just as a small group of people who deliver surprise attacks can change the course of a war, you can change the course of love in this world. With engaging true stories of everyday guerrilla lovers, Vince will inspire you to wage war on complacency and surprise the people around you with acts of love.

If you would like to learn how to change the world one person at a time by making friends, meeting their needs and sharing God’s love, here’s what you need to do:

  1. go and visit the Guerrilla Lovers site,
  2. leave a comment on my blog with your name and why you’d like a copy  of the book.
The winner will be drawn at random on Friday night (23/7).
Thank you to all of my lovely readers for hanging around and for participating in discussion!
UPDATE:: Congratulations to ESTHER!

Fifteen years ago I left full-time employment to take a year off before I had kids. At the time I worked with a girl called Phillippa Pratten … we haven’t kept in touch over the years, I suspect she is now married and perhaps living somewhere else. At the time she created a beautiful piece of art as a parting gift and as a blessing.

I kept it on my desk at home for awhile, but over the years and a couple of house moves later it wound up in my desk drawer. I’m not sure why, but I remembered the piece last night and I pulled it out and propped it up on my desk again.

I meditated on the blessing this morning while I wrote my morning pages and was blessed all over again by the beautiful artwork. All these years later, the art and the blessing worked on my heart all over again! I love the way art and creativity can continue to speak for years.

Phillippa, wherever you are my friend, may God bless you! I hope you are still creating beautiful art, you have such a talent!

Do you have a piece of art that speaks blessing to you?

Things have been quiet here on the blog lately…sorry about that! We’ve been away on a couple of short family holidays during the mid-year school break, and I’ve been avoiding the computer for the most part…partly because I needed the break, and partly because I was having far too much fun with the kids and the hubster, and spending some much needed hours writing and analysing the stuff that’s been whizzing round my head in the last 12 months.

Apart from spending time with the family I love holidays like we had this time because I don’t have to think about cooking or cleaning. At. All. It has been wonderful! Oh…except for the part where Shel broke his wrist snowboarding down Front Valley at Perisher. He was rescued by Steve the Snow Patrol guy (I wasn’t thinking clearly enough to take photos of the exciting parts, sorry) and strapped into one of those rescue sleds and flew down the mountain backwards. I met them at the bottom of the hill and we went to the medical centre for xrays and bandaging. He has a splint thingy on his hand until the swelling goes down and then we’ll see our GP for a proper cast. Within an hour of the accident Shel was begging me to let him go boarding again, or at the very least tobogganing. (…um…no! ) He was also commenting on how the cast made him look tough and that he’d been doing dangerous things. I suspect this will not be the last of these action moments, but I *am* surprised that we managed to get through 11 years before we had our first!

Here are a couple of photos from the snowy part of our trip.

Ready to board! Shel reckoned he needed a Level 5 Moustache to go with his overalls!

Me, ready for my snowboarding lesson

Aiden getting up and ready to go again

Two very tired boys!

This was my view from the Smiggs Cafe where I spent an entire day writing. HEAVEN!

Shel in a sling...he's milking it for all it's worth!

On Wednesday I had the privilege of being a lightning speaker at the fifth Canberra Girl Geek Dinner. Being a lightning speaker means that you volunteer to deliver a short, sharp talk about any topic that relates to women working in IT, be it technical or lifestyle focused. Each dinner the organisers call for volunteers, and I put my hand up for this one. I haven’t spoken anywhere in about 18 months and I miss it, so I jumped at the opportunity to speak and to build up a bunch of busy ladies (and a couple of guy geeks too). My talk was called “Sometimes I forget to breathe” and it was inspired by this blog post by Randy Elrod about skylights.  What follows is an adaptation from my talk.

image: nkzs

I don’t know if this has ever happened to you, but sometimes when I am working away, concentrating on something, in the flow, or stressed silly…I forget to breathe. All of a sudden I will feel as though I’m underwater, and I sigh deeply, taking in a huge draft of air.

It’s not that I stop breathing altogether… as yet I haven’t turned blue and fallen off my chair, it’s just that my breathing has become so shallow that I am slowly but surely robbing my brain and body of oxygen. I’m doing barely enough breathing to stay alive…and I have to remind myself to breathe deeply.

It got to the point where I have put up three or four post-it notes with the word BREATHE written on them in my cubical. They remind me to take deep cleansing, energising breaths. You know, the kind that leave you feeling awake and released?

Take a couple now…in…out…in…out.

There’s that moment at the top of the breath when you’ve taken in as much air as you can that’s almost like a moment of pure peace isn’t there? I work with a team that’s 99% blokes and they think it’s hysterical that I need to remind myself to breathe…they sneak up behind me and remind me to breathe from time to time and snicker like I’m some kind of nutcase…..yeah thanks guys!

The thing is that a lot of the time we tend to live our lives that way too. Doing barely enough to get through life without paying attention to the quality of the life we’re living.

Limping from week to week.

Being involved in knowledge-based tech work, we are always moving at break-neck speed, aren’t we?

We’re jammed into a 3 by 3 non-descript box in a fluoro-lit cube farms. Or perhaps we’re in the isolation of the home-based workspace and working crazy hours because it’s only us to do everything.

Things change so fast, things break and need fixing all the time, there’s always a client who wants something, deadlines and milestones go by like white lines on the highway. And then we go home and there’s the housework waiting for us, the dog that needs to be walked, the partner’s brain dump to listen to, and if we have families, there’s the incessant cycle of kids’ activities. The list is never ending and we stay so busy that we’re just “doing life” as it screams past and all of a sudden we find that it’s Christmas again!

We’re living fast and shallow — like my breathing — and slowly but surely we’re suffocating! We’re robbing ourselves of the vital moments of peace and revitalisation that come when we stop to smell the roses because we’re moving too fast to see them whizzing past.

I want to encourage you to remember to take those moments to smell the roses and bring some fresh air into the lungs of our suffocatingly fast lives.

But how?

Few of us have the wherewithal to control the speed of our days, we’re driven by necessity. We can’t very often say “Stop the world I want to get off!” But we can press the pause button regularly through our days by shifting focus from time to time and recognising beauty around us.

But what is beauty?

What is it that will give us that momentary lift during our day?

It’s not what the glossy magazines tell us is beauty. Alan Alda in a piece he wrote for the Huffington Post said this about beauty:

“It’s more than something pleasant looking. If it doesn’t stop us in our tracks and make us unable to move for a moment, unable to put it into words…..then maybe it’s pretty, but it probably isn’t beauty.”

Beauty is that moment at the top of the breath where you feel like the world has stopped spinning momentarily — just for a second or two. And it’s subjective. Beauty is different for everyone!

Here are some of the things that speak beauty to me. These are the things that bring a flash of peace and refreshing in the midst of a busy life…

  • that very first mouthful of a glass of wine after a loooong day
  • the smell of very very new babies, and the peach fuzz of their cheeks
  • waking 10 minutes earlier than I need to and snuggling with my husband on a cold Canberra morning
  • a smooth flowing fountain pen on creamy Moleskine paper
  • velvety chocolate mousse
  • the unexpected smell of a really sexy spicy cologne
  • guitar music
  • hot chips and gravy on a grey rainy day
  • the smell of coffee beans when you first open the bag
  • the curves of a gorgeous car
  • having 15 minutes to draw
  • sitting on the back step in a thunder storm
  • my iPhone :)

They’re different for everyone…What are yours?  What makes you stop and breathe again?

Beauty is that special thing that lets us break free of the routine for just long enough to take a deep breath.

Beauty makes space.

One of my very favourite beauty moments is having a full-on belly laugh. To finish off I want to tell you a story about something that happened at my house last week. My 11 year old is an asthmatic, but he’s also just getting to that stage where he’s getting conscious of his impending manhood. He had just taken his preventer medication and I reminded him to rinse his mouth out with a bit of water. His father was sitting there and asked why I was asking him to do that, so I explained that the preventer had steroids in it, and that the residue needed to be rinsed out of his mouth. At this point my son’s eyes got huge and he slammed his fists onto his hips, and let fly, “Oh great! Thanks mum! Sooner or later my nuts are going to be tiny!” and stomped off.

He has a flare for the dramatic and grand gestures.

We couldn’t help it, we just laughed until we cried and could barely breathe. Kids are gorgeous, great entertainment value! And that was a beautiful moment that breathed a little bit of what life is really about into an otherwise crazy busy day. (Suffice it to say that he now understands the difference between the different types of steroids.)

Stay intentional, be sure to look for moments of beauty in your life, and don’t be going so fast and focussed that you don’t see them.

Some days and seasons of life it feels as though there is truly nothing of beauty in our lives, but I want to assure you that there are still pockets of beauty to be found, it’s just a little harder to find them sometimes, and it’s those times you truly need to search for them..and above all, remember to breathe!

What are your moments of beauty? Do you forget to breathe like I do?

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