The End Of The Balance Writing Prompts

The universe takes and gives everything you didn’t know you needed. These prompts are an invitation to step inside yourself and explore what balance means to you. Rupi Kaur

Balance and harmony go hand in hand

It’s time to take a stand

to work on balance in my life

day after day and with or without strife

Balance is important to me

It is important to choose to be

in harmony and balance today

it brings so much to me every day

I choose me this October by the way!

Rupi Kaur’s Balance Writing Prompts — Think back to a big life change. Are you grateful for that experience, and would you do anything differently?

Having two near-death experiences brought me back to this life feeling different about life. I am okay with going when my time is up. There was so much peace when I came to and for some time after, I was okay with everything happening in my life.

Living in the moment, I realized how precious life is and how close we are to our last breath. Maybe how fragile we are and a part of me thought I just needed to do what I’m meant to do and enjoy my life and my loves. Happy, joyous, and free to be me.

Rupi Kaur’s Balance Writing Prompts — How does the following quote make you feel? “productivity is not how much work I do in a day but how well I balance what I need to stay healthy” (home body, page 115).

For today I will do what I need to do to stay healthy

I am long past worrying about if I can be wealthy

I don’t buy lottery tickets and I am done with the PCH

I could’ve put that money in the bank — What the H

Balancing work and play is what my mother used to say

“Don’t you be lazy” It was important to work hard and play

hard too.

My knee is causing problems for me now. Not always easy to do.

Then again, balancing out work and play can be done

Knee or no knee, I can have fun!

Oh, I forgot eat well, exercise and the list goes on for balance.

Staying healthy, happy, spiritual, making me wise for once😉

Rupi Kaur’s Balance Writing Prompts — Does the idea of reevaluating your beliefs scare you?

No, as I have looked at that many times throughout my life. If I don’t believe in Jesus as my personal savior I am doomed. I believe in Jesus. It’s the personal savior part that is the problem. Christianity has many things I have heard that I don’t believe.

My brother, a Christian minister when I told him I do not have Christ as my personal savior said, “I will pray for you.” I responded, “And I will pray for you.” His Church at the time hated the Catholic Church that he grew up in. He went to eight grades of Catholic School. I didn’t get it.

I wasn’t sure why he was telling me all about that as I didn’t consider myself Catholic at the time. (Sidenote: I will be buried in the Catholic cemetery where my family is buried as my grandmother was a Catholic until her death as she died before religious freedom for our people.)

Because the Anishinabe only got religious freedom back when I was 24 years old, in 1978, I didn’t get the benefits of growing up with all the beliefs of my people. Because I was socialized in the culture, I learned many of our ways through behavior and stories.

My brother may have been talking to me about all of his beliefs because Natives were pagans because of the beliefs many didn’t understand, and he was thinking I was a pagan.

Then my family was impacted by alcoholism, which came to my people the year before I was born in 1953. Before then, it was illegal to be served in bars or buy alcohol as a Native American person in this country. It didn’t mean they never got it, but I am guessing the problems were less.

Today I believe in Creator God, or Giizheymanido in the Ojibwe language which translates to kind and loving spirit. I prefer that to the punishing God that I learned about in four grades of Catholic school and a few other years of catechism.

My picture as a kid was of an older white man who would zap people for messing up. My mother helped by saying that Church is for sinners. That meant I didn’t have to go unless I was sinning. When we had to go to confession I had to make things up.

I heard some each took one of the commandments and when they got a certain commandment would say, “I committed adultery.” I bet the priests had fun with those boys.

My favorite teacher was Sister Phillippa, who was my fourth-grade teacher. My dad died when I was in the fourth grade and she would spend extra time with me, and give me small gifts of bookmarkers with stories about the saints.

She would talk about her marriage as a nun to Jesus. She made being a nun sound like a life dedicated to helping others and her love of Jesus wasn’t ugly or scary. That helped me to be fair about Christianity as I got to know Sister.

When I was grown and in my 20s Sister was in a home for retired nuns and I was able to see her and introduce her to my children as babies. The thing most fascinating to me about Sister was her hands were always moving on her rosary. She was always saying the rosary.

I just knew I was included in her thoughts and prayers. I don’t care what someone’s beliefs are, I always accept prayers from everyone willing to pray for me! I never know who’s prayers are helping, right? Okay, time to stop before I get too silly or sacrilegious.

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First published by Mercury Press on medium.com