Today, an observation of Ego (theirs) and Judgement (mine). Ok, ours and mine.
I was directed towards a spiritual forums site and after reading a few entries I had to un-knit my brow. I read strings of words of analysis and simply cast off. It seemed to me that many members saw their point of view as The Truth rather than their truth. I don't get it. Surely my innate knowing, felt deep inside - rather than knowledge found, stored and intellectualised - lights my way home. I know it!
On the very same site appears a user called Curious Snowflake who has written a children's parable. Beautifully simple. Read it on his blog: www.curioussnowflake.blogspot.com (April 2009).
"Yoga," the Fig whispered as I lamented my poor posture and curved spine. To be sure it is no piece of invisible string holding me up but the sheer will of the wrong muscles. Hmmm my preferred Yoga of the Mind, chanting Mantras, doesn't seem to have an effect on my core strength. My vocal range hasn't improved much with exercise either.
Aum xx
Friday 26 February 2010
Wednesday 24 February 2010
Lesson One
So I've been away for week. Away away for only a couple of days on a half-term trip northwards, absent for longer.
Before my mini-break I stumbled, lost my equilibrium and fell. Down an all too familiar hole. I see now how my ego pushed me and then stayed on to whisper acid drops in my ear. It's taken me seven days and now I am standing.
Observation 1
I was a sea-sponge of a child, soaking up all manner of negativity
Observation 2
My ego has immense strength
Observation 3
I know I am not my ego/programme/name/personality/weight/height but a perfect being
Observation 4
I am willing to coax my tentative flame from failing bulb to low-energy super bright led
I am reminded that it is impossible to measure spiritual brilliance. There is no grading system and carats don't help inner vision.
Hello! I'm back in my detoxing body, here and now.
Aum xx
Before my mini-break I stumbled, lost my equilibrium and fell. Down an all too familiar hole. I see now how my ego pushed me and then stayed on to whisper acid drops in my ear. It's taken me seven days and now I am standing.
Observation 1
I was a sea-sponge of a child, soaking up all manner of negativity
Observation 2
My ego has immense strength
Observation 3
I know I am not my ego/programme/name/personality/weight/height but a perfect being
Observation 4
I am willing to coax my tentative flame from failing bulb to low-energy super bright led
I am reminded that it is impossible to measure spiritual brilliance. There is no grading system and carats don't help inner vision.
Hello! I'm back in my detoxing body, here and now.
Aum xx
Monday 15 February 2010
Just Checking In...
Wheat-free & Meditation done. Check.
I was tickled but neither pink nor the deep purple of my zafu. I spent most, and I mean most, of yesterday's meditation wondering how to translate it, my sit, into my Blog (MAJ). And there was the added and ongoing distraction of a streaming nose and occasional cough. Not a great success, granted, but a couple of minutes of stillness is better than no effort at all. And I did the noticing of the wandering mind which, after all, is what my meditation was all about. Hey that means it was a success!
I'm sitting here wondering how I can keep up this creative lark, how to fill the blank screen. I've already forgotten most of the events of yesterday. Does this mean I was totally unconscious then or just living fully in the moment now? No matter, I'll plump for the second and respect everyone else's point of view, thank you very much. Maybe I should make notes...
MAJ has not been a bother today. This is good. I was busily engrossed in my motherly and housewifely duties, chauffeuring and doing crafty things. This could be progress or maybe in previous posts I did myself an injustice about the minutes and hours spent in my imagination? Darn it, I'm going round in circles. All this wondering is exactly the habit I aim to throw off and like my moth-eaten cashmere jumper it's very comfortable but really past its best. Part of me is obviously finding it hard to discard. Maybe the dog would like both habit and sweater to line his basket.
I'm off to meditate and heat up the remains of yesterday's vegetable curry.
Aum xxx
I was tickled but neither pink nor the deep purple of my zafu. I spent most, and I mean most, of yesterday's meditation wondering how to translate it, my sit, into my Blog (MAJ). And there was the added and ongoing distraction of a streaming nose and occasional cough. Not a great success, granted, but a couple of minutes of stillness is better than no effort at all. And I did the noticing of the wandering mind which, after all, is what my meditation was all about. Hey that means it was a success!
I'm sitting here wondering how I can keep up this creative lark, how to fill the blank screen. I've already forgotten most of the events of yesterday. Does this mean I was totally unconscious then or just living fully in the moment now? No matter, I'll plump for the second and respect everyone else's point of view, thank you very much. Maybe I should make notes...
MAJ has not been a bother today. This is good. I was busily engrossed in my motherly and housewifely duties, chauffeuring and doing crafty things. This could be progress or maybe in previous posts I did myself an injustice about the minutes and hours spent in my imagination? Darn it, I'm going round in circles. All this wondering is exactly the habit I aim to throw off and like my moth-eaten cashmere jumper it's very comfortable but really past its best. Part of me is obviously finding it hard to discard. Maybe the dog would like both habit and sweater to line his basket.
I'm off to meditate and heat up the remains of yesterday's vegetable curry.
Aum xxx
The Squeeze
Yesterday was here for a whole 24 hours.
I met LJ for a walk in the wilds of Beckley woods. It was cold. And muddy. And fun. I laughed and wheezed (I'm getting over a rather nasty cough) as we squelched and slid our way along the tracks. We talked about stuff as we always do, musing over.. well stuff.
I must admit that my meditation was not a long one and I squeezed it in before going to bed. I sat, I breathed and I returned to that breath deep in my belly each time my mind got busy, which happened to be fairly regularly. Part of me would like to sit, observe that I've left the present and then see which party we're off to next. It's all so random: who designed the synaptic infrastructure of my brain? Oh yes, that will have been me, but of course there were so many outside influences I'd like to credit, too numerous to mention by name but they're out there somewhere.
I did a basic meditation, to the word of the Fig, so why did I feel so dissatisfied? Something to do with the squeeze and the fact my hot water bottle was whispering "come and join me" I guess. The morning hours are a good time for me to sit, unless I'm with a group of people and then just about any time is ok as long as I don't have to travel more than about a mile. I woke 20 minutes before my rarely-set alarm today. And I lay thinking that this was a respectable chunk of time for a meditation in the sun-soaked bedroom... but bejaysus it was freeeeezing. I couldn't do it. Well I could have. I just didn't.
I ate no wheat. I did, however, consciously enjoy each and every Kettle Chip that equated to over 50% of my calorific RDI. Oh! Up until Right Now I forgot the ice cream that I absent-mindedly spooned in as I watched The Hours. Eek. Make that 10%. The Vegetable Soup was very good indeed.
This morning there was a phone call. £1000 give or (less likely) take a couple of hundred. This is what it's going to cost to fix my car. I gave myself about as many minutes of stress, getting ahead of myself and the state of my future finances. Fig gave me the gentle reminder that I can't do anything about the necessary flow of energy from my bank account (IT) and I reminded myself of the Serenity Prayer, fresh in my mind since I've just finished For Tibet With Love by Isabel Losada. Would it be a courageous act to change my Mini for a new second-hand car?
Aum
xxx
I met LJ for a walk in the wilds of Beckley woods. It was cold. And muddy. And fun. I laughed and wheezed (I'm getting over a rather nasty cough) as we squelched and slid our way along the tracks. We talked about stuff as we always do, musing over.. well stuff.
I must admit that my meditation was not a long one and I squeezed it in before going to bed. I sat, I breathed and I returned to that breath deep in my belly each time my mind got busy, which happened to be fairly regularly. Part of me would like to sit, observe that I've left the present and then see which party we're off to next. It's all so random: who designed the synaptic infrastructure of my brain? Oh yes, that will have been me, but of course there were so many outside influences I'd like to credit, too numerous to mention by name but they're out there somewhere.
I did a basic meditation, to the word of the Fig, so why did I feel so dissatisfied? Something to do with the squeeze and the fact my hot water bottle was whispering "come and join me" I guess. The morning hours are a good time for me to sit, unless I'm with a group of people and then just about any time is ok as long as I don't have to travel more than about a mile. I woke 20 minutes before my rarely-set alarm today. And I lay thinking that this was a respectable chunk of time for a meditation in the sun-soaked bedroom... but bejaysus it was freeeeezing. I couldn't do it. Well I could have. I just didn't.
I ate no wheat. I did, however, consciously enjoy each and every Kettle Chip that equated to over 50% of my calorific RDI. Oh! Up until Right Now I forgot the ice cream that I absent-mindedly spooned in as I watched The Hours. Eek. Make that 10%. The Vegetable Soup was very good indeed.
This morning there was a phone call. £1000 give or (less likely) take a couple of hundred. This is what it's going to cost to fix my car. I gave myself about as many minutes of stress, getting ahead of myself and the state of my future finances. Fig gave me the gentle reminder that I can't do anything about the necessary flow of energy from my bank account (IT) and I reminded myself of the Serenity Prayer, fresh in my mind since I've just finished For Tibet With Love by Isabel Losada. Would it be a courageous act to change my Mini for a new second-hand car?
Aum
xxx
Sunday 14 February 2010
I'm Awake (& Still In My PJ's)
Aus⋅pi⋅cious?
/ɔˈspɪʃəs/ [aw-spish-uhs] – adjective
1. promising success; propitious; opportune; favourable
2. favoured by fortune; prosperous; fortunate
Did you notice the date? It's Sunday, Valentine's Day, New Moon in Aquarius, Chinese New Year (of the Tiger) and the birth/rebirth of tens of thousands of souls. Added to this I'm pretty sure I can't go wrong.
The spiritual path is simply the journey of living our lives. Everyone is on a spiritual path; most people just don't know it - Marianne Williamson
Put simply: I can live in truth now, or later.
So in which direction shall I take my first step? I'm a little dizzy and realise I'm getting carried away on the tide of words in the oceans not yet typed. B R E A T H E.
Ah yes! Breath. My lovely BodhiFig tweeted me a meditation late last night. Just a short one to make part of my sadhana or daily practice. I haven't meditated regularly for a few... er several months and I guess today is the day to get back into the habit. So I will. Later.
Now, one pace to the left: Conscious Eating. I studied Natural Nutrition for a while and I know what is good for my body. I like what is good for my body and my body loves it. I just don't . eat . regular . healthy . meals. I am what I believe is commonly known as a comfort eater and yo-yo dieter (that's right, all or nothing - as hinted at in my last post).
As I inch forward I've decided to give up wheat. Not 100% give it up and not for good, but from NOW it is an occasional indulgence rather than my dietary staple. It makes me lazy. I confess I am addicted to bread and the thought of it not being a large part of my life scares me a little. I will experiment with sitting with these feelings. They are not real and they will pass!
Have a great day.
AUM
xxx
/ɔˈspɪʃəs/ [aw-spish-uhs] – adjective
1. promising success; propitious; opportune; favourable
2. favoured by fortune; prosperous; fortunate
Did you notice the date? It's Sunday, Valentine's Day, New Moon in Aquarius, Chinese New Year (of the Tiger) and the birth/rebirth of tens of thousands of souls. Added to this I'm pretty sure I can't go wrong.
The spiritual path is simply the journey of living our lives. Everyone is on a spiritual path; most people just don't know it - Marianne Williamson
Put simply: I can live in truth now, or later.
So in which direction shall I take my first step? I'm a little dizzy and realise I'm getting carried away on the tide of words in the oceans not yet typed. B R E A T H E.
Ah yes! Breath. My lovely BodhiFig tweeted me a meditation late last night. Just a short one to make part of my sadhana or daily practice. I haven't meditated regularly for a few... er several months and I guess today is the day to get back into the habit. So I will. Later.
Now, one pace to the left: Conscious Eating. I studied Natural Nutrition for a while and I know what is good for my body. I like what is good for my body and my body loves it. I just don't . eat . regular . healthy . meals. I am what I believe is commonly known as a comfort eater and yo-yo dieter (that's right, all or nothing - as hinted at in my last post).
As I inch forward I've decided to give up wheat. Not 100% give it up and not for good, but from NOW it is an occasional indulgence rather than my dietary staple. It makes me lazy. I confess I am addicted to bread and the thought of it not being a large part of my life scares me a little. I will experiment with sitting with these feelings. They are not real and they will pass!
Have a great day.
AUM
xxx
Saturday 13 February 2010
This is not a post, it's the hole I dug.
This morning I made a commitment to start a blog tomorrow. A rash decision made today or have I been smothering the idea for two point one score years? Surely I made the decision before I was delivered to my mother all those months ago - well, not about the blog, but my holiday destination and itinerary.
I believe I chose to be born this time round to learn the lesson of patience. Not with others and the world around me but with myself. I've got some way to go and baby steps are the order of the lifetime. My usual approach is to take one stride so huge it's impossible to follow through (a recurring dream of mine) or, more usually, buy the right shoes, pretty laces, research the best knot to tie and then decide the weather isn't the right sort of weather for walking.
My Auspicious Journey will serve as a motivator to make positive changes in my life; somewhere to chart my course and also a place to dislodge my creative stumbling block.
I'll be taking small steps in my brave new world. Should you need to wait for me to catch up, take a seat, enjoy the scenery and please be patient :0)
So tomorrow, my first post. The new me.
I believe I chose to be born this time round to learn the lesson of patience. Not with others and the world around me but with myself. I've got some way to go and baby steps are the order of the lifetime. My usual approach is to take one stride so huge it's impossible to follow through (a recurring dream of mine) or, more usually, buy the right shoes, pretty laces, research the best knot to tie and then decide the weather isn't the right sort of weather for walking.
My Auspicious Journey will serve as a motivator to make positive changes in my life; somewhere to chart my course and also a place to dislodge my creative stumbling block.
I'll be taking small steps in my brave new world. Should you need to wait for me to catch up, take a seat, enjoy the scenery and please be patient :0)
So tomorrow, my first post. The new me.
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