177. So simple...even a rabbit can do it

Excerpt from The Velveteen Rabbit

The Skin Horse had lived longer in the nursery than any of the others. He was so old that his brown coat was bald in patches and showed the seams underneath, and most of the hairs in his tail had been pulled out to string bead necklaces. He was wise, for he had seen a long succession of mechanical toys arrive to boast and swagger, and by-and-by break their mainsprings and pass away, and he knew that they were only toys, and would never turn into anything else. For nursery magic is very strange and wonderful, and only those playthings that are old and wise and experienced like the Skin Horse understand all about it.


"What is REAL?" asked the Rabbit one day, when they were lying side by side near the nursery fender, before Nana came to tidy the room. "Does it mean having things that buzz inside you and a stick-out handle?"

"Real isn't how you are made," said the Skin Horse. "It's a thing that happens to you. When a child loves you for a long, long time, not just to play with, but REALLY loves you, then you become Real."

"Does it hurt?" asked the Rabbit.

"Sometimes," said the Skin Horse, for he was always truthful. "When you are Real you don't mind being hurt."

"Does it happen all at once, like being wound up," he asked, "or bit by bit?"

"It doesn't happen all at once," said the Skin Horse. "You become. It takes a long time. That's why it doesn't happen often to people who break easily, or have sharp edges, or who have to be carefully kept. Generally, by the time you are Real, most of your hair has been loved off, and your eyes drop out and you get loose in the joints and very shabby. But these things don't matter at all, because once you are Real you can't be ugly, except to people who don't understand."

"I suppose you are real?" said the Rabbit. And then he wished he had not said it, for he thought the Skin Horse might be sensitive.


But the Skin Horse only smiled.

Thanks to you...

176. Dis vs Dat vs Dit

175. Bright side

Just a quick and fast blog on my phone (kind of as a tester for this new app)



It is never the event or trauma that determines our life...it is the way we cope with it that does.

Think of those times when you are cooking or munching on something absolutely awesome...suddenly because of some random distraction...you drop that piece of food.  what happens?

"5 second rule!"

You then grab at the food, eat it, place it back on the plate, lick it clean...blah blah blah.  The same person could easily pick up that piece of food and toss it into the waste basket.

This is a crude metaphor for our ability to find the positive in things and different ways that we can cope.  Although we can never alter the events that occur in our lives, we can change our attitude about them.

Again, when we are unable to change our situation...we are challenged to change ourselves...We can change the way that we react to the unchangeable and difficult events...when crap happens...find your 5 second rule.

174. Risk

Today I will not worry about looking like a fool.

Today I will not try to be better than the other.

Today I will not cave under the belief of someone else.

Today I will not shy away from tears.

Today I will not back off.

Today I will live.


and today...I'll forget to brush my teeth before leaving the house :(

173. Angry

This is a LIE.  There is no safety in love.  To love means to risk.  Risk means possible injury.  Injury means pain.  So ask yourself before you choose to love someone if they are worth the pain.


...jump into resistance, fly into pain, hope for cracks, welcome the hurt and stretch your body for the discomfort...find that person who will brave the fire and flames by your side and not shrink back...


They are worth the pain.

172. Invitation

It doesn't interest me what you do for a living. I want to know what you ache for and if you dare to dream of meeting your heart's longing.

It doesn't interest me how old you are. I want to know if you will risk looking like a fool for love, for your dream, for the adventure of being alive.

It doesn't interest me what planets are squaring your moon. I want to know if you have touched the centre of your own sorrow, if you have been opened by life's betrayals or have become shrivelled and closed from fear of further pain.

I want to know if you can sit with pain, mine or your own, without moving to hide it, or fade it, or fix it.

I want to know if you can be with joy, mine or your own; if you can dance with wildness and let the ecstasy fill you to the tips of your fingers and toes without cautioning us to be careful, be realistic, remember the limitations of being human.

It doesn't interest me if the story you are telling me is true. I want to know if you can disappoint another to be true to yourself. If you can bear the accusation of betrayal and not betray your own soul. If you can be faithless and therefore trustworthy.

I want to know if you can see Beauty even when it is not pretty every day. And if you can source your own life from its presence.

I want to know if you can live with failure, yours and mine, and still stand at the edge of the lake and shout to the silver of the full moon, 'Yes.'

It doesn't interest me to know where you live or how much money you have. I want to know if you can get up after the night of grief and despair, weary and bruised to the bone and do what needs to be done to feed the children.

It doesn't interest me who you know or how you came to be here. I want to know if you will stand in the centre of the fire with me and not shrink back.

It doesn't interest me where or what or with whom you have studied. I want to know what sustains you from the inside when all else falls away.

I want to know if you can be alone with yourself and if you truly like the company you keep in the empty moments.

-Oriah Mountain Dreamer


Just......holy crap....DAMN!!!!!!!!
-Psych!

171. To be or not to be

In my practice I run across four common questions that they look to me to answer for them.  

who am I

where do I come from

what is my purpose

where am I going

Unfortunately, if you are reading this right now...know that you will be disappointed...I don't know- but to be honest...even if I did, I probably wouldn't tell anyone that would spend time to read this blog ;-)

here's the thing, if you are too busy trying to find the answers to these things...you are too busy to live any of them.  What does that mean?  That means that you have to learn how to "stop existing" and "start living"

When I practice, I tell people the importance of not just narrating their life and telling me memories and stories, but instead to start talking to me about the experience of it.  That is the difference...when I recall a memory, I'm only reminding myself of that story...not of the emotional connection to it.

Consider music, remember the song, "baby got back"  of course you do...it was at every pre-pubescent dance, every love making session you had and every frat party thereafter....but it's not necessarily the song that we remember as we can remember the enjoyment and energy we felt when we hear/heard it come on at that dance.  When you recall that song- it is usually situated around an experience.

Although we all crave answers to those questions first written...my only suggestion is that if you must find the answers to those....seek the experience of the search first...find what makes you smile in searching for those answers....

This is the difference between living and existing.  When you live, you are always moving, you are seeking nectar, breathing in sea salted air and pine filled trees...you are open....when you exist you shut down all else but that which you seek....when you exist the journey means nothing so long as you get the answer or object that you look for...you are not moving or growing, you are stunted, a fractured moment never content.  

In searching for answers...seek the experience and life....not the existence or answer.  Seek nectar.

170.

"I sat down on a stone, with a sigh, and by a natural impulse one of my hands sought my forehead, and the other the base of my stomach.  I believe I never appreciated, till then, the poverty of the human machinery--for I still needed a hand or two to place elsewhere.  Pen cannot describe how I was jolted up.  Imagination cannot conceive how disjointed I was--how internally, externally and universally I was unsettled, mixed up and ruptured."

-Mark Twain



Yup....

-Psych!

169. Outside Voices

These are some stories gathered from one of my groups.  They gave me permission to post them and I think they are amazing examples of self reflection and depth-ful thought...

The work that they put into this type of reflective thought is simply amazing and absolutely brave.  I applaud you.

In no particular order....


Swell:  An Up & Down Phenom

A surfer is a moody person.  The beach is even more moody.  Together that makes a horrible relationship. To the standard beach goer the beach is tranquil, no cars, no road rage, just a quiet sandy place to go and catch a tan, a walk or just a break.  But the surfer sees the beach as a woman. A mood changing freak of nature.  She is happy, she is sad, or she is happy but sad at the same time.  Anticipation of this gets you worked up.  For good? for bad?

The 72 hr models show swell.  The weather is looking good. Sometimes there are good waves in but the wind and rain make them crap.

The swell is here, the weather is good.  A surfer is happy.  The beach is happy.  Together that makes for a great relationship.  The swell has come and gone.  You as a surfer are unhappy, you can't surf.  The beach has turned into a tourist attraction over your sanctuary or happy place. moody.


Sammy The Swamp Frog

Sammy the pond frog didn't have any big goals in life but he was content.  He lived in a pond and had all the necessities in life.  Life was, indeed simple, so him and his handful of friends spent their spare time doing absolutely nothing, Sammy made the decision to see what life had to offer 'cause he was a dreamer.

Sammy left the pond in search of something bigger, better than before.  He arrived at a swamp in Lafayette, LA.

At first sammy was blown away by the sheer size and breadth of what he had arrived at, this immense habitat was a hundred times bigger than his pond.  Sammy got acquainted with his surroundings and was hired by Tad the Tadpole to keep the water's surface clear of bugs. Sammy found his calling in life and became part of a bigger family than he had expected.  The toads called him "brother" and the tadpoles called him "uncle Sam".  But to the rest he was sammy the swamp frog.  The End


Tup R. Ware

Tup R. Ware was an ordinary person with lots on his mind.  Every morning he would wake up, eat and empty the dish washer.  But never quite seemed to get passed that.  It was all the tupperwares fault the world seemed to spin to fast and pull it all out of the cupboard.  In Tups hand went with a tupperware and out it came with several more toppling back at him.  After years spending each morning fixing this he discovered something.  He could control it.  If he thought hard enough, the tupperware would stay in place with glue!  But as soon as he lost his thought, out they all flew.  It's mornings were now spent trying to focus his one super power thought on the tupperware but he always screwed it up! Poor Tup R. Ware spent the rest of his life dealing with the same dilemma every morning.

168. Breath