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Thursday, May 1, 2014

Look Twice

My dog and I were walking along the beach the other morning, as we often do. And, as per usual, we both were excited experiencing the daily beach phenomena - sea glass, little sea slug creatures, pelicans six times my dog's size, driftwood that serves as free firewood, the occasional breaching whale.

Today the ocean gifted us with a seal. She was  alone, high on the shore, super adorable. As Levon gently approached her, she became suddenly mean, barking loudly and aggressively lunging toward us. Levon barked back and I scowled as we withdrew. Bad mood seal. Fine, we're out of here and back to the pelicans. As we turned to leave, I looked back and she had her head perched uncomfortably on a rock. She actually looked sad, if that's possible. And why was she alone? And why was she so high up on the shore? Something was wrong.

I called the local animal rescue. Twenty minutes later a small team arrived and quickly determined she needed medical care. Despite her loud protest, they began scooping her up. As soon as they moved her, they discovered two bullet hole wounds in her back. She had been shot twice, and they were not brand new wounds. She most likely had been struggling to survive for days. After the initial horror of imagining why and how and who would shoot a seal slightly subsided, I began to see flashes of myself being angry with people who had snapped at me. I had determined that the guy who called me an asshole for accidentally cutting him off was the real asshole, and the friend that didn't return my four phone calls was selfish, and...

Now I remembered what I already knew: We bark and snarl when we're wounded. How much better would our lives be if we remembered this? We could let go of resentment. We could see the good in others. We could look around for help rather than growling back at every cranky response we encountered.  

Let's treat each other with a little more patience, a little more kindness. Let's look to nurture wounds before we choose to bark back, scowl, or withdraw.

Tuesday, November 5, 2013

Cuz Waking Up is Hard To Do

My leg fell asleep in meditation. REALLY asleep - from toe to hip. Dead. Gone.
This presented an interesting dilemma. I was "supposed to be" meditating, but I couldn't stop thinking about my leg. The numb sensation. The excruciating pins and needles that would accompany its waking up.  What should I do? Continue obsessing? Stop my meditation? Shoot, I don't know what to do.

So, I consulted my inner guru who told me to simply use the leg as my meditation focus. Weird advice for a guru - even if just my inner guru - but, OK. I'll try.

Guru turned out to be right.

I straightened the leg and set my inner observation on the leg. Without resisting, judging or thinking about the sensations, I just began to feel and experience them. Two truths were revealed to me. The first wave of insight was simple. I felt an intense sensation, maybe even discomfort, but there was actually no pain. I had always experienced this sensation as pain, but that wasn't accurate.  Not all discomfort is pain. Sometimes it's just discomfort, and I don't have to be comfortable All the time.

The second insight wave was a tsunami. As the leg began to wake up, the heightened sensations and discomfort were almost impossible to tolerate. Part of me wanted to shake the leg violently, hit it, do whatever I cold to make it stop. But instead I sat, I breathed and I observed. I connected with the truth of waking up versus falling asleep. I had not noticed the leg falling asleep, it just slipped quietly into deadness. No fuss. No sensation. It was in the waking up that I felt all the discomfort. There was no pain in falling asleep, it was the waking up that was hard to do. But, the "pain" of waking up would not hurt me. I'd just feel it. And although the numb leg did not feel painful, in the long run, that could hurt me. Technically, if I left the blood supply cut off indefinitely, the leg would die.

I flashed back to periods of sleep in my life - entering a partnership I did't want to be in, pursuing friendships I was not truly invested in, attending religious services that did not inspire me. I was sleep-walking through my life. Although there was no acute pain, I was slowly, quietly fading into deadness. And then, as I began to wake up and the blood began to return to my life, I was faced with tremendous discomfort.  I had to feel lonely and scared, to give things up and to disappoint people and face judgment. But the discomfort was not something for me to run from. It was not a sign that something was wrong. It was just the sensation associated with waking up  and coming back to life.

We don't have to fear discomfort.  Waking up is hard to do, and you're going to feel it. But just be patient, breathe calmly and know that you are not being destroyed, this is just what it feels like to
have lifeblood flowing through your veins when you have been cut off for so long.

Tuesday, November 27, 2012

I don't forgive...I am forgivING

I find it interesting that we treat forgiveness like some static thing - we arrive at it, choose or don't choose it, and move on. "I forgave her." "I forgive myself."

Many of us struggle with forgiveness. What is it? Why do I still have feelings if I already forgave? What is the role of "forgetting" in forgiving?

I think our mistake is in how we view forgiveness. Anger - and especially resentment - are very active. When we harbor resentment, we have to actively carry it around with us. We think negative thoughts about the person (or ourselves), we ruminate on the event, we feel the anger in our body, we have fantasies of blasting the person with literal or metaphorical sticks and stones, we avoid the person. Active, very active.

Why would forgiveness be any different? Forgiveness is not passively releasing; It is actively letting go. With the same amount of energy that we held on, we actively release. We have to continually replace resentment with forgiveness - Think compassionately about that person, ruminate on loving kindness, feel compassion in our body, have fantasies of love and peace, accept the person. Active, very active.

Perhaps with time we will develop emotional muscle memory and won't have to be so actively mindful. But, until then, lets get busy forgiving.

Sunday, September 9, 2012

END DISCRIMINATION - including self-discrimination

Is it possible that, despite your beliefs about your accepting, loving, nonjudgmental nature, you commit acts of discrimination every day...to yourself?

When I talk to people about their attitudes towards themselves they tell me all the time, "Oh, don't worry, I wouldn't treat anyone else that way." I hear people talk like this constantly. You'll hear it, too, if you listen for just one day: "I can't, I'm too old"; "I wish I could, but I'm too big"; "I'd love to take that class, but I'm terrible." Discriminate, discriminate, discriminate.

It's time to stop restricting ourselves from the things we have the ability and resources to do just because we are "too old" or "not pretty enough."  What a horrible message to put into the world: "It is OK for someone to do that, just not me." How do we let ourselves get away with this horrific behavior? It is clear discrimination.

Violence is violence, hate is hate, it doesn't matter if you are aiming it at someone else or yourself. Discrimination is hateful and often leads towards violence.

Love is love, it doesn't matter if you are aiming it at someone else or yourself.

We need more love in the world.

Be mindful what you say, what you think. Shift your attitudes. End Discrimination.

Monday, June 18, 2012

A great lesson from...acne

 I have gone through several different phases of "self-esteem development," with a few definitive milestones.  One was a few years ago. I was feeling particularly self-conscious because of a very intrusive zit right in the middle of my forehead.

Thanks be to all that is fair...I had decided to grow bangs a few months prior, so I had a handy shield. Perfect...pull the bangs this way, curl them just so and...no zit.

Only problem was, I was so uncomfortable. It was hot, and my hair felt yucky on my forehead. I felt distracted because I kept fidgeting, making sure the hair had not shifted out of place. Finally I took a head band, pulled all my hair back and tied it up in a bun on top of my head. I instantly felt better. I was more physically comfortable and I didnt have to worry if anyone would see my acne because I knew that they could!  I don't have to have perfect skin, which means that I don't have to hide my skin when it is imperfect.  What if we let go of our need to be right, our need to be perfect, our need to be constantly shiny and clever and brilliant and talented? What if we could be more free, more comfortable, less distracted and more available to pay attention to what we love, who we love and how we can love better?

It has been very freeing for me to realize that I don't always have to have clear skin or, more importantly, to be great at "it" (whatever that "it" happens to be), to know the answer, to have it figured out, to understand, to get it. Consider stepping out from behind your respective bangs the next time you have an imperfection.  See what it might feel like to let go of the false belief that you must hide imperfections and embrace the freedom that comes with being who you are, where you are, when you are there.

Be you.

Friday, June 8, 2012

Don't look for joy, open up to it

When I hear people (or myself) say that they are looking for joy, peace, meaning, happiness...I have to take a pause.
Although I don't totally disagree with this idea of "looking" for joy and meaning, I have to admit this phrase evokes a bit of frustration because it describes my current state as lacking these qualities and suggests that joy and happiness are hiding...and if I don't find them, they will elude me.

What I feel, what I have experienced and what I have grown to truly believe is that joy, meaning, peace, love (all the good stuff) exist right here, right now, all the time.  Love is all around. Peace is available always. Meaning does not exist when you find it - it was there all the time. As is happiness.

Rather than looking for happiness or peace, I want to be open to seeing the peace and happiness that is here now. I want to change how I see, how I perceive, so that I can have access to these qualities.

I don't have to go looking for them, they are not hiding. I  don't have to search, in hopes that I look in the right spot at the right time and find them.

I choose to open my perspective, to tune my senses, to focus my vision so that I can see, feel and experience the joy, peace, meaning and happiness that are here now. 

What is perfectly right, joyful, meaningul, peaceful about this exact moment? I am thirsty, and I just grabbed a glass of water. That's just rigth in this moment.

Thursday, May 10, 2012

Don't fear humiliation

I wanted to share one my favorite quotes, from one of my favorite poets, David Whyte:

"There is a lovely root to the word humiliation - from the Latin word humus, meaning soil or ground. When we are humiliated, we are in effect returning to the ground of our being."

We need to stop being so afraid of being embarrassed or...god forbid...humiliated.  Allow yourself to celebrate your successes as well as to celebrate the times you return to your soil.

Let humiliation be less about your ego being embarrassed and more about your soul being grounded.

Live a little bigger today and, worst case scenario, you'll have an opportunity to get grounded.