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Category: equanimity

  • Coleman’s bed

    Be taught now, among the trees and rocks,

    how the discarded is woven into shelter,

    learn the way things hidden and unspoken

    slowly proclaim their voice into the world.

    Find that inward symmetry

    to all outward appearances, apprentice

    yourself to yourself, begin to welcome back

    all you sent away, be a new annunciation,

    make yourself a door through which

    to be hospitable, even to the stranger in you.

    River Flow: New and Selected Poems, David Whyte, 2007

  • Francis Weller on Grief and Sorrow (2013)

    Francis Weller on Grief and Sorrow (2013)

    I listened to Francis again this morning… to this talk.

    he soothes my soul…in these moments when I allow grief to wipe me inside out and leave me sometimes empty.. sometimes with gratefulness and appreciation of the human soul… sometimes with hate… sometimes with soft love for myself.. compassion for my coming home… kindness for he soul-mates who are walking the same path.

    what I remained with from his talk touched my need of sharing my emotional stories… of communing… of the tribe where to let my sorrows out… for us to share our hearts in a contexts of trust, in acknowledgement of that we also carry this for so long already… where we ca to come together and be seen… vulnerable… with no control… powerful at the same time.

    and I will take that into reality… I wanted it for so long… that time is here… let’s see where this goes…

     

    there are so many things he said that I could quote from this talk that it would take me to do the transcript of the whole conversation to put everything that touched me here…

    thank God (that is implying myself too <3) for coming close to Francis at these times.

     

    first thing we shared he sat down and he said face-to-face and he reached over any part of this big rock that he had by his chair and he said “this is my clock, I operate at geologic speed and if you’re going to work with the soul you need to learn this rhythm because this is how the soul moves” and he pointed to a clock and said “it hates this”.
    I have no interest in improving your life, I have no interest
    in fixing your problems. All i want to do with you is help you listened more deeply to what your soul is actually asking of you to live this life more fully and the symptoms that brought him in the room, whether it’s depression or addiction or anxiety… that’s the grace, that’s what got them in the room… that’s not the problem. The problem is a dissociated relationship to their soul which is by
    a large how we are conditioned to live in this culture.
    your grief will not end; it will change over time; it will become this bitter sweet melancholy that will accompany you forever. but this is your new relationship to your wife (me: lost one), this is how you will walk with her forever now this is this is how she is. this is the evidence that you choose to love, this is the evidence that you allowed someone to penetrate your heart and take up a dwelling-place there.
    this is the true right of love as well that love and loss the first Gator grief is that everything you love you will lose.
    “you have so much joy” … “that’s because I cry a lot”
    grief is subversive, undermining the quiet agreement to behave and be in control of our emotions it is an act of protest that declares our refusal to live dumb and small […] grief is necessary to the vitality of our soul; contrary to our f,ears grief is fused with life force it is riddled with energy and acknowledgement of the erotic coupling with another soul, whether human, animal, plant or ecosystem; it is not a state of deadness or emotional flatness… grief is alive, wild, untamed and cannot be domesticated. resist the demands to remain passive and still we move in jangled unsettled and riotous ways when grief takes all of us. it is truly an emotion that rises from the soul.
  • reverence of approach

    An apprenticeship with sorrow invites us to learn the rites of grief and to practice a reverence of approach, as Irish poet/philosopher John O’Donohue suggests. He writes, “What you encounter, recognize or discover depends to a large degree on the quality of your approach… When we approach with reverence, great things decide to approach us.” How we approach our sorrows profoundly affects what comes to us in return. We often hold grief at a distance, hoping to avoid our entanglement with his challenging emotion. This leads to our feeling detached, disconnected and cold. At other times, there is not space between us and the grief we are feeling.We are them swept up in the tidal surge of sorrow and often feel as though we are drowning. An approach of reverence offers us the chance to learn a more skillful pattern of relating with grief. When we come to our grief with reverence, we find ourselves in right relationship with sorrow, neither too far away nor too close. We have entered into an ongoing conversation with this difficult, holy visitor. Learning we can be with grief, holding it softly and warmly, is the first task in our apprenticeship.

    Approaching sorrow, however, requires enormous psychic strength. For us to tolerate the rigors of engaging the images, emotions, memories and dreams that arises in times of grief, we need to fortify our interior ground. This is done through developing a practice that we sustain over time, Any form will do – writing, drawing, meditation, prayer, dance or something else – as long as we continue to show up and maintain our effort. A practice offers ballast, something to help us hold steady in difficult times. This deepens our capacity to hold the vulnerable emotions surrounding loss without being overwhelmed by them. Grief work is not passive: it implies an ongoing practice of deepening, attending and listening. It is an act of devotion, rooted in love and compassion.

    One of the most essential skills we need to develop in our apprenticeship is our ability to stay present in our adult selves when grief arises.

    The Wild Edge of Sorrow” by Francis Weller

  • apprenticeship with sorrow

    apprenticeship with sorrow

    I’ve just started to read  “The Wild Edge of Sorrow” by Francis Weller

    some months ago, as Ronen was sharing, I listened to Charles Eisenstein’s podcast… a talk with Francis Weller about grief and reverence. I was touched by Francis…

    I remember taking some notes on their talks (don’t know where they are, hmmm)… then I forget Francis’s name… but the ripples of their talked remained in my heart and still ripples so alive in my life…

    then couple of days ago, an ordered book arrived home… Ronen order Francis’s book “The Wild Edge of Sorrow”! 🙂

    as I start reading I’ve already connected to Francis sayings:

    Everyone of us must undertake an apprenticeship with sorrow. We must learn and art and craft of grief, discover the profound ways it ripens and deepen us. While grief is an intense emotion, it is also a skill we develop through a prolonged walk with loss. Facing grief is hard work… it takes outrageous courage to face outrageous loss. This is precisely what we are being called to do.”

    I feel more like…called to… be with.

    and also a 12 century poem included in the preface of the book:

    ‘Tis a fearful thing,

    To love

    What death can touch.

    To love, to hope, to dream,

    And oh, to lose,

    A thing for fools, this,

    Love,

    But a holy thing

    To love what death can touch.

    speaking of impermanence

     

    looking forward to dive with Francis… into exploring grief, loss, pain, sorrow…

  • (not) good enough… and the next level

    all my life I had, have and will have the “not good enough”, “not worthy” (and all the variations that comes with it) program, in my mind.. I was seriously trained for this in my childhood ;)… SOOOO good at it!

    lately, I can look at it, smile, move on with MUCH less energy lost in going with it and living it… many times with noticing the thought or noticing the starting of a potentially manifesting action. even when I manifest those thoughts… I can catch the feeling building inside me (sensations in my body are great pointers for that)… noticing it… smiling at it.. or catching the end of the feeling… even in those situations, the noticing gets the power of the overall program to get weaker. it takes effort, practice, every day, every moment… don’t think it’s coming for free!

    even if the “I am good!”, “I can do this better then…”, “I am definitely better then… at…” it’s just the other side of the same coin… for me it feels like the next “level” of the “game”. :))

    I know I’m going to win… MUHAHAHAHA!

    :))

    loving this spirit and the mind-matter interactions IT experiences.

    <3

  • Krishnamacharya and all the humble spirits

    last night around 4 am I woke up with Krishnamacharya in my mind and heart.

    I am reading these days “Yoga and the Living Tradition of KRISHNAMACHARYA”, written by his son T.K. V. Desikachar with R.H. Craven… and feeling so grateful to further discover the humbleness of this… man.

    last night I had this deep feeling of gratefulness for all the spirits that touches my life and brought me to this moment… spirits what keeps humanity living, what cares for life…

    all came to me last night…

    my father come to me… the first time when I met humbleness in this lifetime was in my father… he was offering so much for this world, in his context, without asking for anything in return, having this deep trust that all is good… and being good and doing good just as a way of living… i recognized this later… when he was not around in the physicality.

    Bhagwan Shree Rajneesh come to me… he offered my a glimpse of what love and life can be… lit my life in some of the most “darkest” moments… moments that got me into the light… his humbleness offered me hope… i always knew there is something grater then me and my “issues” and he touched that in me… he was gone from this physical world when I found him… but so grateful to live some of my lifetime when he also lived (departed 1990).

    Buddha, Saya Gyi U Ba Khin, S.N. Goenka (departed 2013), Adi and all the teaching assistant of vipassana that I met come to me… when I met Rodica at Dumbrava… I felt she’s humbleness embodied… one of the the most soft , loving (metta) and determined (adhitthana) women i met in this lifetime.

    i remember the fourth morning of my first vipassana retreat, 24th of August, 2007, 4 am, my mind didn’t want to wake up to go to the meditation hall (“I am tired, I want to sleep”)… I knew the the hall was full, I was still in bed… judging myself heavily for that. she came to my room, put on the light and with the softest-loving and firmest voice I’ve ever heard she said “it’s time for you to come, we are waiting for you”. and she stood there, her eyes down, in noble silence, creating space for me to pass the door, holding me soft in her heart… no trace of judgment, felt her love giving me power to stand up and move…she was the one whom I feel supported by, in the moment I entered the full hall waiting for me – noticing later that was the most shameful moment of my life :).

    Rodica it’s always in the background of the Dumbrava Vipassana Meditation Center… like a beckon… holding the space with her love, compassion and humbleness.

    then Pantajali, Nathamuni, Krishnamachyara (departed 1989), Desikachar (departed couple pf days ago)… all this lineage what brought and continue to hold the teachings of Yoga into the world.

    I woke up this morning wanting to specifically know more about Krishnamacharya… I WANT to be on the MAT, to know him (his qualities) through his teachings… and not only…

    most of the times I go to the mat (or sitting) I invoke these great spirits and in closing my sittings send metta to all the people who are touching my life, opening myself to all these spirits…

    I feel humble and grateful living these times… surrounded by the people I am surrounded… living along with great spirits who deeply care for this world and for the people… for keeping humanity human… for bringing back the true nature of us, for efforts that they… we 🙂 [mind: “is this humbleness?]… put in for remembering, manifesting who we are in our pure true essence… for looking at the veil of illusion, delusion… for recognizing the power that lies within…

    on to the mat…

  • The Rupture of the Mother Line and the Cost of Becoming Real

    there is more beyond what is written here… at different levels…

    thinking of myself… my dear sister, our mom, of Pearl and of many… many other women (and men) I met in this lifetime…

     With each wave of grief we re-unite with the parts of us we had to disown in order to be accepted by our families.

    Unhealthy systems need to be disrupted in order to find a new, healthier, higher-level equilibrium. It’s a paradox that we actually heal our mother line when we disrupt the patriarchal patterns in the mother line, not when we remain complicit with the patriarchal patterns to maintain surface-level peace. It takes grit and courage to refuse to comply with patriarchal patterns that have generational momentum in our families.

    […]

    Part of the process is about embracing this deep, existential grief so that you can finally be initiated into the freedom and creativity of your own life. And ultimately this grief gives way to genuine compassion and gratitude for our mothers and the mothers before her.

    […]

    Even though we are adult women, we still long for mother. What can be truly heartbreaking is to feel this longing for mother and know that your own mother cannot fill this longing, even though she tried her best. It’s important to face this fact and grieve. Your longing is holy and must be honored. Allowing space for this grief is an important part of being the good mother to yourself. If we don’t mourn our unmet need for mothering directly, it will unconsciously seep into our relationships, causing pain and conflict.

    Source: Bethany Webster @ http://www.womboflight.com

  • how do I keep myself clear?

    it was around one year ago when I was having a conversation with Ronen, in which I asked him about “how do I keep clear… not deluding myself?”

    he answered this:

    1. continue to be alert and ask that question;
    2. describe more specifically what “old stories” mean so that you can recognize when you see them;
    3. act! – it’s one to want / say something and other thing to DO something about it;
    4. do it gradually; take time to reflect how you feel about your actions. Don’t just DO and move on. Let time to see effects, see where the waves of actions are taking you.
    5. do more of “small” actions instead of many “big” ones. every day; intentionally.
    6. when you speak of doing something and not doing it, not taking it into action – observe and reflect on it.
    7. be patient – wait, observe;
    8. take into consideration that…, allow yourself to do mistakes.

    I wrote this post from a transcription (Romanian) in my journal… and when I noted it down I took it from our Skype conversations… later then our conversation. where you see the “…” above, I missed to note down some text there… and now the old conversations in Skype cannot be accessed anymore… but I(you) got the point ;).

    what matters and what I want to say with this post is that it helped me along the way in the last year… in the last 9 years since I started breathing consciously (sometimes, at least)… and every time I see reactions in myself and others around me, I keep remembering this conversation and observing (thoughts, senzations, reactions)… helps me coming back to the center… in the present, keeps me in contact with the unfolding, with the feedback… and brings detachment from emotions, sensations, reactions that surface in different times of life.

    I noted it down because I like Ronen’s style of being specific, pragmatic, systemic and holistic in the same time, clear about profound and meaningful themes of life.

  • the four enemies

    As I was getting ready to leave, I decided to ask him once more about the enemies of a man of knowledge. I argued that I could not return for some time, and it would be a good idea to write down what he had to say and then think about it while I was away. He hesitated for a while, but then began to talk.

    “When a man starts to learn, he is never clear about his objectives. His purpose is faulty; his intent is vague. He hopes for rewards that will never materialize, for he knows nothing of the hardships of learning. “He slowly begins to learn… bit by bit at first, then in big chunks. And his thoughts soon clash. What he learns is never what he pictured, or imagined, and so he begins to be afraid. Learning is never what one expects. Every step of learning is a new task, and the fear the man is experiencing begins to mount mercilessly, unyieldingly. His purpose becomes a battlefield.

    “And thus he has tumbled upon the first of his natural enemies: Fear!

    A terrible enemy… treacherous, and difficult to overcome. It remains concealed at every turn of the way, prowling… waiting. And if the man, terrified in its presence, runs away, his enemy will have put an end to his quest.”
    “What will happen to the man if he runs away in fear?”
    “Nothing happens to him except that he will never learn. He will never become a man of knowledge. He will perhaps be a bully or a harmless, scared man; at any rate, he will be a defeated man. His first enemy will have put an end to his cravings.”
    “And what can he do to overcome fear?”
    “The answer is very simple. He must not run away. He must defy his fear, and in spite of it he must take the next step in learning, and the next, and the next. He must be fully afraid, and yet he must not stop. That is the rule! And a moment will come when his first enemy retreats. The man begins to feel sure of himself. His intent becomes stronger. Learning is no longer a terrifying task. “When this joyful moment comes, the man can say without hesitation that he has defeated his first natural enemy.”

    “Does it happen at once, don Juan, or little by little?”
    “It happens little by little, and yet the fear is vanquished suddenly and fast.”
    “But won’t the man be afraid again if something new happens to him?”
    “No. Once a man has vanquished fear, he is free from it for the rest of his life because, instead of fear, he has acquired clarity… a clarity of mind which erases fear. By then a man knows his desires; he knows how to satisfy those desires. He can anticipate the new steps of learning, and a sharp clarity surrounds everything. The man feels that nothing is concealed.

    “And thus he has encountered his second enemy: Clarity!

    That clarity of mind, which is so hard to obtain, dispels fear, but also blinds. “It forces the man never to doubt himself. It gives him the assurance he can do anything he pleases, for he sees clearly into everything. And he is courageous because he is clear, and he stops at nothing because he is clear. But all that is a mistake; it is like something incomplete. If the man yields to this make-believe power, he has succumbed to his second enemy and will fumble with learning. He will rush when he should be patient, or he will be patient when he should rush. And he will fumble with learning until he winds up incapable of learning anything more.”

    “What becomes of a man who is defeated in that way, don Juan? Does he die as a result?”
    “No, he doesn’t die. His second enemy has just stopped him cold from trying to become a man of knowledge; instead, the man may turn into a buoyant warrior, or a clown. Yet the clarity for which he has paid so dearly will never change to darkness and fear again. He will be clear as long as he lives, but he will no longer learn, or yearn for, anything.”

    “But what does he have to do to avoid being defeated?”
    “He must do what he did with fear: he must defy his clarity and use it only to see, and wait patiently and measure carefully before taking new steps; he must think, above all, that his clarity is almost a mistake. And a moment will come when he will understand that his clarity was only a point before his eyes. And thus he will have overcome his second enemy, and will arrive at a position where nothing can harm him any more. This will not be a mistake. It will not be only a point before his eyes. It will be true power. “He will know at this point that the power he has been pursuing for so long is finally his. He can do with it whatever he pleases. His ally is at his command. His wish is the rule. He sees all that is around him.

    But he has also come across his third enemy: Power!

    “Power is the strongest of all enemies. And naturally the easiest thing to do is to give in; after all, the man is truly invincible. He commands; he begins by taking calculated risks, and ends in making rules, because he is a master. “A man at this stage hardly notices his third enemy closing in on him. And suddenly, without knowing, he will certainly have lost the battle. His enemy will have turned him into a cruel, capricious man.”

    “Will he lose his power?”
    “No, he will never lose his clarity or his power.”
    “What then will distinguish him from a man of knowledge?”
    “A man who is defeated by power dies without really knowing how to handle it. Power is only a burden upon his fate. Such a man has no command over himself, and cannot tell when or how to use his power.”
    “Is the defeat by any of these enemies a final defeat?”
    “Of course it is final. Once one of these enemies overpowers a man there is nothing he can do.”
    “Is it possible, for instance, that the man who is defeated by power may see his error and mend his ways?”
    “No. Once a man gives in he is through.”

    “But what if he is temporarily blinded by power, and then refuses it?”
    “That means his battle is still on. That means he is still trying to become a man of knowledge. A man is defeated only when he no longer tries, and abandons himself.”
    “But then, don Juan, it is possible that a man may abandon himself to fear for years, but finally conquer it?”
    “No, that is not true. If he gives in to fear he will never conquer it, because he will shy away from learning and never try again. But if he tries to learn for years in the midst of his fear, he will eventually conquer it because he will never have really abandoned himself to it.”

    “How can he defeat his third enemy, don Juan?”
    “He has to defy it, deliberately. He has to come to realize the power he has seemingly conquered is in reality never his. He must keep himself in line at all times, handling carefully and faithfully all that he has learned. If he can see that clarity and power, without his control over himself, are worse than mistakes, he will reach a point where everything is held in check. He will know then when and how to use his power. And thus he will have defeated his third enemy.

    “The man will be, by then, at the end of his journey of learning… and almost without warning he will come upon the last of his enemies: Old age!

    This enemy is the cruelest of all, the one he won’t be able to defeat completely, but only fight away. “This is the time when a man has no more fears, no more impatient clarity of mind… a time when all his power is in check, but also the time when he has an unyielding desire to rest. If he gives in totally to his desire to lie down and forget, if he soothes himself in tiredness, he will have lost his last round, and his enemy will cut him down into a feeble old creature. His desire to retreat will overrule all his clarity, his power, and his knowledge.

    “But if the man sloughs off his tiredness, and lives his fate through, he can then be called a man of knowledge, if only for the brief moment when he succeeds in fighting off his last, invincible enemy. That moment of clarity, power, and knowledge is enough.”

    The Teachings of Don Juan: A Yaqui Way of Knowledge by Carlos Castaneda

  • identify the mystery

    Ronen just sent us this link to Paul‘s post from today.

    <3
    finding myself more and more comfortable in this…
    this… trusting the mystery…
    this… more and more comfortable “I don’t know”… it’s even soothing sometimes!!! reconnects me with peace…
    this… trusting that I (higher self) is and will ALWAYS find (re/discovering) the way…
    this… unfolding… without the need of knowing where… how… if…
    this… being in contact with the feeling and the feedback… and gradually adapting to what IS…
    this… freedom I am in touch with in some moments…
    this… knowing it is me!…
    this… wanting to be and going for it… where all THESE are nurtured… respected… supported… and can be expressed in a way I feel and am “normal”…
    THIS is HOME!
    _/\_
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