"With
the simple act of reaching out our hand to the Universe, we become partners
with life." --Julia Cameron
Ah yes. As my years have become more, I see that time is
our most cherished possession—if you can possess time, which you can't. It goes
its merry way, and either we relish in it or fritter it away.
No more frittering.
However, that does not mean that we don't cloud gaze or
watch the sunset- we had the most amazing one last night. It was like a tequila
sunrise (sunset), layered, starting with a brilliant fuchsia and ending in
gold. We wool-gather, we take in forest walks, sometimes called "Forest
Bathing." I've read that three days in the forest will clear the pipes for
a week. And river rifting? A week on the river can be life-changing. One
soldier who had shrapnel in his head and would only say, "F-you,"
would, by the end of a week kayaking, speak complete sentences. And they were
clean ones.
I just dipped into Julia Cameron's latest book—you may
remember her book out ten years ago, The
Artist Way, where she
introduced the idea of "Morning Pages." Writing Morning Pages allows
you to write out the crap so the good stuff can come through. Morning Pages are
where you can whine and complain, and no one can hear you. Only the page
listens.
Cameron also introduced the idea of the Artist's
Date—where once a week, you take yourself to a place that inspires you. Your
date could be a fabric store or a museum. Oh, I remember, as a kid, I had two
favorite stores in town. One was the saddle shop, where I smelled the leather
just walking past its open doors, and it raised my spirits. The other was the
art supply store, where I salivated over the paints, brushes, and drawing
paper.
Cameron's new book is Walking in This World. In it, she adds a third to-do to her list. It is a
once-a-week, 20- minute walk.
"We walk as we live, a step at a
time, and there is something in gently walking that reminds me of how I must
live if I am to savor this life that I have been given."
–Julia Cameron.
Well, kiddos, here I am with my head in the clouds again
and feel inspired again after spending a day writing another blog post that I
discarded.
On that post, I was inspired by Brene's Brown, who said,
"Vulnerability is not as hard, scary, or dangerous as reaching the end of
our lives and asking ourselves, ‘What if I had shown up?’"
So, I wondered how to show up. How to tell one's
truth—you know truth varies with the one telling it. I began writing about a
couple of people who showed up and spoke their truth. However, it was dismal
stuff. The stuff the media likes, the stuff that keeps us afraid. Do I want to
spend the end of my life there?
No.
I know people are worried, afraid, and disheartened. I do
not mean to minimize their fear. We think Covid is here to stay, darn, but
think of it this way, Diphtheria is here to stay too. Polio is here to stay and
a pile of other diseases, yet we spend little time worrying about them. This
Covid could enter into that realm, cropping up once in a while, unthought-of at
other times.
I am sorry for all the ills that have happened on our
planet. I am sorry we have injured each other. One quote by Dorothy Thompson,
the columnist I was writing about, said that the rise of Nazis had nothing to
do with class, race, or profession. Nazism, she insisted, had to do with
something more innate. "Kind, good, happy, gentlemanly, secure people never
go Nazi. But those driven by fear, resentment, insecurity, or self-loathing?
They would always fall for fascism.*
I know we inherited most of our beliefs from our
well-meaning parents, school, society, and who knows what all, probably from
our DNA. We have been conditioned. And so, we seek out supporting evidence to
support our beliefs. Yep, that is the human condition.
But listen to Anthony De Mello, "Stop Fixing
Yourself," Wake up, all is well.
His point?
Wake up, Be aware, notice
We are not a problem to be solved. We have not understood
this, so we continue to be anxious, insecure, fearful, resentful, unforgiving,
and aggressive. In short, we suffer.
Yet all around us is divinity within easy grasp. If we
discover that divinity, the challenges we struggle to fix will fix themselves.
That is grace.
The codicil on DeMello's idea is, it requires being aware
of what's going on inside us. Awareness wakes us to the truth—which awareness
is guaranteed to do.
Joe Dispenza says something similarly taken from a
scientific point of view. He says that when we are aware when we notice what we
are thinking and rethinking (he says 95% of the thought we think today we
thought yesterday), but if we can change our thought patterns from survival to
creative, the body heals itself.
Could it be that we have a base of happiness—somewhere
deep inside us? I don't know where it is located, but I believe it is there.
When we are truly happy, we have a glimpse into that wellspring that lives
inside us, but we are afraid it won't last, and we quickly cover it with debris.
"It's enough for you to be simply watchful and awake,"
wrote De Mello. Awareness, he said, releases reality to change you. By simply
being aware, all that is false and neurotic within you will drop, and your eyes
will open to the divinity surrounding you. You will suddenly see that all is
well. That you are already happy, and always have been. You are at peace right
now and always have been—you just didn't know it.
Isn't that what people who have had a near-death
experience proclaim?
Isn't it fascinating how our minds will reject such
thoughts? Yeah, right, that can't be true. That isn't in my experience. What's
ya mean, I'm ok? That's BS. I've gone to therapy for 20 years. They have dug
deep into my past, childhood, hurts, disappointments, and trauma. Oh yes,
trauma is the worst. I've been traumatized. Happy? Snappy. Pfiff.
I saw the most beautiful baby at the grocery store
yesterday. Her mom was selecting some fruit, and she was sitting in her
stroller, smiling at me. Do you remember your babies or someone else's kicking
their little feet and giggling? You might say they are innocent and don't know
the world's problems or the ills that are out to get us. No, they don't.
They are enjoying being alive.
*What is fascism in simple terms?
Fascism is a system of government
led by a dictator who typically rules by forcefully and often violently
suppressing opposition and criticism, controlling all industry and commerce,
and promoting nationalism and often racism.
