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I’m very busy on a molecular level
Whether I’m tending to my chores
Or lying on the couch
And I’ve decided to prioritize
That natural, constant, underlying motion
Of the dozen or so systems of my body
Modeling harmony
Working together
With each other
And with the dynamic inputs of the world
To keep my heart beating
And keep this organism
In homeostasis
It’s no small task
But our bodies are exceptional at it
Yet when profound stressors come
Allostasis kicks in
Natural processes responding to intensity
Maintaining stability through change
And bridging back
To allow homeostasis again
More inherent wisdom
Taking active steps
To accommodate any number of possibilities
And most of the time
All of this is happening without our knowledge or consent
Or interferenceMy poor, misguided brain
And all those years thinking it was in charge
Trying to direct the boat instead of take the ride
I’ve been sad numerous times today
Thinking about the unnecessary pain i’ve put myself through
My agony about the world and angst to improve it
All those moments thinking to be OK I had to be ‘there’
I’ve got a lot of compassion
But I also sense a belligerence
So much underlying anger
And a frightened “BUT I’M SUPPOSED TO BE DOING IT RIGHT”
So many times when I sit and touch peace
These voices pipe up
About how much better it could be if I …
I know it’s an illusion
I know I live in a culture of performance optimizers
But I just want to cozy up with the invisible possibilities
To feel companionship with the unseen
Not trying to bend it to my will
But to listen for its music
And sway along
This period of overt destabilization has me tentative
Witnessing my situation more than directing it
(again the echoes inviting me to engage the power of my mind
And I have to take several breaths to remind myself
I’m choosing a different path)
And today I’ve been able to marvel at it
How well our furniture fits into this house
I feel like I’m being welcomed
And while I’ve got a whole lot to do
I’m feeling the resonance of the space itself
And tuning myself gently
Because I get to choose how I meet this moment
And it’s not going to be yelling at myself to do more
Because I’m sensitive to the delicate, invisible work
That underpins any other form of accomplishment
And the foundation developing now
Can see and appreciate and nurture
The harmony
And the way back to it
As intelligence itself
Choreographs our molecules
Even the stillness is alive
I woke up this morning to rain that lasted for hours
In the middle of summer. In the desert.
I think life is inviting me to set aside
What I think I know
To simply be
And to witness its unfolding
As my own
Not based on my thoughts, or even my experience
But rooted in openness - receiving and relating
With ample space for surprise
Did you know trees have pulses?
We didn’t know it for the longest time
Because our human heartbeats are fast: 70-90 beats per minute
But the capillary action that pumps water from the roots to the crown of a tree
And pulls down the carbon for sequestration
Takes many hours for a single ‘beat’
But by no means does that reduce the value of its action
Indeed, it makes it more precise
Responding to how much water is in the soil
The temperature and requirements of the day
If I can slow myself down into ‘tree time’
How much more perceptive can I be?
How much more would I be willing to see?
When you’re operating so deliberately
Is there room for expectation?
When we’re busy letting our hearts blend heaven and earth
As we’re all naturally created to do
I want to sit in the possibility
That my inherent design is enough
I don’t need to plan my improvement
I think goal setting is a lot like candy
It’s designed to be colorful and tasty
A bit addictive, a whole lot of tummy aches
For me, at least at this moment, of dubious nutritional value
There’s real freedom in slowing down, accepting
An expansiveness that isn’t compelled to predict what’s next
A receptivity to the full host of possibilities
That’s where my juice is
I moved here thinking one thing
And life is already showing me otherwise
I’m especially lucky because I’m fresh out of ideas of what should be
So can be especially receptive to what comes as it comes
Because I’m really not interested in writing my own story
I’m interested in our story, life’s story, and the power of this moment, as it is
I want to be slow like the tree
So I can fully feel the relief
And take in the refreshment
Of the unexpected desert rain
Arriving right on (its own) time
My nervous system is changed
I’m more settled than I’ve been in some time
Even as I stare down 100 boxes
And seemingly endless odds and ends
It might be entering a totally new biome
It might be the intensity of practices these last months
It might be sheer exhaustion
Doesn’t really matter
I’m appreciating the spaciousness
Right here in the middle of my overwhelm
Suddenly, I’m somatically comfortable with the not knowing
I work on that quite a bit
Comfort with Discomfort
Curiosity over control
And my moment-to-moment experience varies
But this moment is calm
Perhaps some numbness
But I can feel a whole lot of my body
Given the lifting and cleaning
There’s a lovely resigned-ness
Not in a hurry to set up this new house
And run out and get a job
Even though both those things need to happen
And they will
But a silence
An acknowledgement that the last few months have been a lot
That shifting addresses is crossing a threshold
And there’s this liminal space I’m inhabiting
Where there’s an absence of pressure
Even in the internal dialogue
I am treasuring this moment
Even though I’m not out of the woods
Not by a longshot
But there’s space
And wonder
And that in itself is rest.
For much of the last several weeks
I employed a 45 minutes of work
15 minutes of rest rhythm
Which I’ve found to be remarkably productive
And steeped in self-care
Saturday and Sunday, of course, blew that pattern
And I thought I’d be wrecked today
But I’m not
I’m resting a lot
And moving from inspired action
And when that action dissolves
I’m resting again
I got more done today than I intended
Either thanks to the restful approach of the day
Or the foundation of the patterning of these weeks
Not sure
Don’t need to know
Just appreciating the pause
Between the ending
And the beginning
The in-between
Today’s home
Thank you for going on the Ganesha journey with me
As I said, I’ve waited a long time to share it
And transcribing it, and imbedding the reflections on it into my days
These very specific and challenging days
Has been simultaneously grounding and lightening
We are moving today and tomorrow
To Indio, near Palm Desert
About 2 hours away
That serves many of our purposes
And all of the ones focused on our pup’s ease
The financial crunch is prominent
But because this is so much more affordable
We’ll be able to take a breath
As we chart a new course
Having these principles this week
Really set the tenor
Within which to meet the many unexpected challenges
Making the bumps along the way
Not impediments
But just what’s requiring our attention
And because Patience Demonstrates Faith As Knowledge
I can know that everything is becoming
And what’s before me right now can receive my attention
Less steeped in resistance or frustration
But welcomed into trustTrust that doesn’t absolve me of the work
But gives the work purpose
Devotion to welcoming the present moment
It’s made all the difference
And i couldn’t have, wouldn’t have, done it without you.
Thank you for being with me
I feel and appreciate your support❤️
It had been a pretty exciting week
I knew I was in the middle of something I’d remember forever
But I also had busy days with little kids
And the days all kindof blended together
And I hadn’t quite counted if it had been a full week
So, the night after the equality lesson
I tried to sit to meditate numerous times
But my one year old had a fever
And was up quite a bit
By the time he settled
I was too exhausted to meditate
And just went to bed
Chiding myself for blowing my final date with the divine
So the next evening, I went into meditation
Dripping with apology and self recrimination
But, finally, sitting
And as my chime rung out
And I hunched my shoulders
In it came,
A final lesson, this time more of an impression:
Check your math. You did the week. So, here’s your final message:
Quit beating yourself up for what you think you did wrong.
Often, that assessment is inaccurate.I went and checked my math
I had done the 7 nights
All that energy I’d spent being angry at myself
Didn’t need to have happened
How often I do that
How often am I wrong?
What a waste of energy!
How might I better use that energy?
I could think of a lot of ways
But, boy I had bad habits
I turn against myself in little bits
All the time
I’d like not to do that anymore
But I do
And little by little, I continue to grow more conscious of it
See the grand ones and also the sneaky bits
How to reprogram myself?
All the other lessons
Each of them invite softening
Accepting
With room for inspired action
As well as release
I’d received a bespoke guidebook
Delivered directly into my heart
With a slow yet consistent unfolding
That continues to invite me
To deeper levels of attunement
To currents that have existed eternally
And weave the fabric of life
And every bit of alignment to them
Softens and strengthens my heart
To live where there is love
I went into meditation on the seventh night
Full of frustrations about a variety of people and events
And like the previous nights
Whether deep meditation, or surface sitting
After my chime rang
I received a message, clear as a bell:
We are all equal. All of us. Seriously.
You can see my resistance to it was built into its structure.
It’s so hard to hold this thought
When you’re certain many people are behaving very poorly.
But it doesn’t mean it isn’t true.
There’s a line in A Course In Miracles
Where Jesus says
And I paraphrase, but I’m close:
I have nothing you don’t have. God gives to All Equally.
The difference between us Now, is that I have Nothing Else.
That blew my mind.
Instead of reaching to develop our divine nature
Excavating the layers on top of our inherent divinity
I liked that reorientation very much
And i felt it explained all of the discomfort i felt
About philosophy’s “problem of evil”
It’s the mud atop the golden buddha
Taken as a whole, this week of messages
Clearly invited a softer way of living
Setting down my pictures of what success looks like
Being open to learning more
To trust myself, and not criticize others
To be flexible
To be patient
And to get off the ladder of judgment and comparison
The constant measurement of who’s right
And where we stand
We stand together
Even if we’re falling apart
Because the truth is, we’re moving in rhythms
Just like the elements all around us
Combining successfully and catastrophically
And moving on to the next iteration
Creation itself is creating through us
And through everything else, simultaneously.
We all have had the experience of something we thought wrong
Ending up being right
We can offer that grace preemptively to everything
When we recognize the Divine in All
This 7th message
Primed me for the work of Paul Selig
Whose Guides are very adamant
About the holiness of everything
And that what keeps us from it is simply
Denial of the Divine
To deny the divine in another is to deny it in yourself
We don’t have to approve of someone
To recognize they’re part of the same mystery we are
And that goes for situations, actions and events
The edict is everywhere
Do unto others as you would have them do unto you
The Tao nurtures all things equally
All humans are considered equal in the eyes of Allah
The fastest way to recognize your own divine nature, is to recognize everyone else’s
Because we are all equal
And we all have our role to play
And none of us is in charge
None of us
And when I remember that
I can look at the craziness in the world
Or in my life
And remember the elements
Swirling, combining
Forming and unforming life
The sun shines on all of us
Equally
We’ve arrived at my favorite
I mean, the first night was my favorite, too
But of the body of work
This one sang to me and still does
I was not a patient person
I sortof prided myself on my impatience
I called it hutzpah
Efficiency
Care
Motivation
Activism
Change needed to happen
And ‘now’ was actually a little too late
Whether it was social justice
Or making dinner
Chop, chop
No time to waste
Patience was nothing I even aspired to
It felt lazy
Complacent
I was looking through a lens
Where we had to prove our worthiness
We were solely responsible for our evolution
And we could definitely do it wrong
In fact we were doing it wrong
And to earn our redemption we had to clean that s**t up
Night six spun my top
It invited relationship to and trust in the divine
Over performance for the divine
Patience took me out of the role of conductor
And made me a tender witness
Taking so much pressure off
That desperate effort towards right action
And it let curiosity back in
Thankfully, this beautiful, powerful, short sentence
Anchored itself in my psyche
Because a couple of years later
As my body broke down
Patience became functionally essential
But now, it was linked to faith
And with faith, an openness became available
Receptivity that my plans perhaps aren’t what needs to happen here
Knowing my intentions are in the mix
And my capacity right now is what I’ve got to work with right now
And there’s far more at play than me
Prior to receiving this magnificent invitation
My husband and I had taken our kids to Disney World
It was an iconic trip, I have all the pictures with the princesses
But in them, you can see the strain in my face
I was trying to do all the things
I was at my snippiest
And it was more stressful than fun
After this magnificent invitation
We went to Disney again
And this time, I was in a wheelchair
I had so much fun!
I completely left the driver’s seat
And just opened myself up to the day
And wherever I was being pushed
It was a revelation
I realized I had been the problem
Not the enormity of the park or the items on the itinerary
My drive, my impatience, my trying to actualize my picture of a successful trip
Dampened the magic
But this time, it didn’t have to be anything specific, we were just happy to be there
That’s a huge upgrade
My physical incapacity revealed a lot
It required me to get off my personal hamster wheel
And showed me the rich life slowing down offered
My concepts
Gave way to experience
And being in that experience
Demonstrated that it was all happening in and through a deeper intelligence
Which i couldn’t control
But in which I could trust
Patience lets me live that trust, to be it, not just think it
It demonstrates my surrender to life
And the relinquishment of my machinations trying to move things along
Every time I think these 5 words together, my whole nervous system relaxes
Knowing Life knows my place in Itself
Maybe even better than I do
Night Five’s message was straightforward:
“The best plans, by their nature, can always get better”
Isn’t that novel?
It invites a certain flexibility
Openness
Structure with fluidity
I liked this one
It was one of those things
Once you heard it
It’s impossible to unhear
You can’t defend an old plan from a new idea that makes sense
Just for the sake of ‘but it’s the plan!’
Don’t they say
“Man makes plans, God laughs”?Of course, planning is important in this life
We have responsibilities and goals
There are a lot of moving parts
We need structure to actualize our intent
Dwight Eisenhauer said,
“Plans are useless, but planning is indispensable”
Our plans help us make sense of our life
But we chart a course,
We don’t cast it in stone
We use the north star to navigate
Not to arrive at the north star
Openness makes a plan a living organism
Responsive to what is happening
I think of octopuses
Always being innovative in their problem solving
Sure they apply former knowledge
To expedite the process
But they stay nimble and responsive to the moment
Generating new knowledge through curiosity and playfulness
Keeping life dynamic
Instead of mechanical
We’re finding with this move
The necessity of planning
And its futility
Staying fluid between the poles
Because the details like the air conditioner breaking
And the car needing to be in the shop
Keep shaking up the dynamics
And rearranging the parts
If we were trying to stick to a plan
We’d really be frustrated
And we don’t need any more of that
Static plans aren’t alive
“This is how we’ve always done it”
Feels like a cop out to everyone
It can be a helpful baseline
But can’t it evolve with the times?
Isn’t that one of the great expressions of our humanity
To learn and grow
Be focused and adaptive
Iterate
Become
All of life is becoming
Our plans included
And this gift from many years ago
Was a blessing to help me remember to be fluid, open
So my intention can meet life’s aliveness
And we can become together
A ballet of direction and grace
And when the music changes,
A tango
I don’t think the average bear would’ve sensed this about me
But second-guessing myself and how I was received
Was one of the few sports I played
And I played without rules,
With a moving target,
And rotating partners juggling multiple other games
There were areas and people with whom I was more developed
But my concern about being received negatively was deep
I’d been the recipient of devastating good intentions
And I’ve doled them out ‘unintentionally’
And I want to be careful not to do it again
And a great compass to guide my modulation
Care without caretaking
Came after my meditation on night four.
“That which is done authentically, and with positive intent, is beyond judgment, yours or others’”
At first, I bristled
And the aphorism seemed too easy
Not taking into account enough factors
Blanket permission ignoring potential consequences
I could feel a softness was possible,
Maybe acknowledging those circumstances I want to judge helped me grow
But it wasn’t available to me immediately
It was probably a few weeks later
That I could begin to apply it intimately to my own life and behavior
The sense of relief was palpable
If my actions arose from my caring heart aimed toward harmony
Maybe I didn’t have to fret so much about how it was received
Or who misunderstood it, or how I could correct that misunderstanding
Maybe I didn’t have to fret at allMaybe I could walk through life trusting what i’ve got & how i’m doing it is good enough
So I can focus on being in the moment, exactly as I am
And allowing others to be themselves
Trusting our interaction to be part of something larger than ourselves
Being authentic
Isn’t the same as being perfect, right or above reproach
It sits closer to the ground
When we mistake our strongly held beliefs
(Which sit higher in the body)
For our authenticity
We miss inner signals of the moment
As part of our allegiance to our past
Navigating authentically without being a bull in a china shop or tiptoeing on eggshells
Is an ongoing lesson for me
I’ve made a lot of progress
But I have plenty more opportunity
I got a great lesson from ChatGPT recently
I’d asked it to evaluate a letter for healthy communication vs. trauma response
It came back 75% healthy
“What would it take to be 80% healthy,” I queried
“At 80% healthy, you wouldn’t be asking me.
You’d write your letter, then go make a sandwich”
Night Four gave me permission to rest
And stop strategizing and second guessing myself
And judging others as if their action should’ve been something else
We’re all part of a mystery, here
On the whole, mostly doing our best
Trusting that when I’m in that place in me
And you’re in that place in you
How we dance
Is truly beyond judgment
It’s life.
This is my prayer to thee, my lord —
Strike, strike at the root of penury in my heart.
Give me the strength lightly to bear my joys and sorrows.
Give me the strength to make my love fruitful in service.
Give me the strength never to disown the poor or bend my knees before insolent might.
Give me the strength to raise my mind high above daily trifles.
And give me the strength to surrender my strength to thy will with love.
~Rabindranath Tagore
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