They’re just thoughts, your thoughts. They may be brilliant or dull or obsessive or dark or downright entertaining, but they are just thoughts. They’ll lead you somewhere, they always have, they always will. They are not who you are or why you are or even really come from you at all. Floating thoughts, jumping thoughts, playing in the back of your mind thoughts. Thoughts with weight and momentum and certainty of their validity. Fleeting, fiery, forecasting thoughts. Repetitive, habitual, recognizable, s0- fucking-familiar-are-we-actually-here-again thoughts. They’re just thoughts. When they pass by, like a paper boat floating across a screen (you can picture
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While riding my bike in the rain without appropriate rain attire, I could feel a growing agitation at the discomfort. I was resenting the rain. Many of us here in Vancouver resent the rain. Since it rains about 45% of the time in Vancouver, this is absurd. But this is how we are, us humans, isn’t it? Absolutely absurd. Fiercely resisting what is. So here comes the freezing winter we were promised and the groans are getting louder. On this day in the rain, I played with this metaphor of physical vs interior discomfort by getting off my bike, sitting
A while ago I wrote a post about the kindness of strangers on a bus. It was a couple of weeks or so. When it was written is irrelevant. When the experience happened is relevant as day by day since, the experience has been settling deeper and deeper into me. Being cradled and cared for and supported by a bus full of strangers in an odd, raw and needy moment has jostled me into wondering what else I may be missing out on by having my shit together. Further, what we are all missing out on by having our shit
It was ‘one of those days’. You know the ones. Exhaustion hung off me like humidity and the cloud around my brain seemed to move me in the direction of whatever didn’t really need doing, totally missing what was most important. It was a hazy, lazy, lethargic, static, sticky kind of day. I’d forgotten the shoes, showed up at the wrong time, left my keys behind and all such things that makes a person ask, how have I actually made it this far in life? Running behind to meet a friend who was picking me up a bus and sky
Suffering totally sucks. Watching people we love suffer, totally sucks. There is an obsession in our culture with doing well and being happy and it propels us into doing everything we can to not suffer. We make all sorts of plans and learn a whole bunch of information and practice skills so that we can make a fantastic life full of rainbows and butterflies and exquisite lovers and cold hard cash. Let’s outsmart suffering. Let’s outgrow suffering. Let’s out evolve suffering. Let’s do it better than our parents so we won’t suffer. Don’t let the irony be lost on you.
Do you know where you are right now? Silly question. Staring at a screen right? But your mind, your heart, the bulk of your focus. I can’t speak for everyone here, but I can speak for myself when I say that being fully present is difficult. Even being partially present really. I find a tremendous amount of comfort and excitement in fantasies of the future, in planning, in having a whole world that exists outside of right now that I am living into. I’ve always been urgent and even somewhat intense. (Those who know me well might get a chuckle
Compassion and condonation are not the same thing. Collapsing the two leads to idiot compassion. Idiot compassion is sourced from a desperation to do good. It is noble, but blind. It is dripping with altruism and perpetuates the problems that call for a compassionate view to begin with. Idiot compassion says “let it be. We are all the same. This behavior comes from ignorance. Love anyway.” Idiot compassion paralyzes. Allows for. Hides on the sidelines and nods. Idiot compassion is ignorance dressed in love’s clothing. Compassion says “Let it move. Be aware. This behavior comes from ignorance. Make a choice of right action. Love while doing
Heavy title huh? It’s heavy shit. What is not being fulfilled and why not? Said another way, what is our world waiting for from you and what’s holding you back? I am insightful and I am talented. This isn’t horn tooting and it isn’t personal, it’s a mixture of my genetics, personality, culture, the opportunities I’ve been afforded and the time and place we are on this planet. Much comes easily to me and I grateful for that. But what comes with it is an intense amount of anxiety. What happens for someone when they have the impulse and resources
I own a variety of hats. Which is totally weird because I’m not really a ‘hat person’, but it seams that I have accidentally accumulated a bunch over time. I finally have a use for them. I was recently exploring this notion of role and the challenge that I face around moving from role to role with a sense of presence and grace. As I have been engaging in this predicament, I am seeing it everywhere with others that I work with and love, as one sees dogs everywhere after they get a new puppy. It is described to me
In so many ways we are the same. In so many ways we are so radically different from one another. What is downright fascinating is that we all suffer, we all know that we all suffer and yet most of us are still unable to connect to the suffering of others. In fact, we make our suffering about others…the whole, ‘you’re doing this to me’ thing. Suffering is an inevitable part of being human, that our suffering comes from each other is both undeniably true and a complete illusion. There is so much that wants to be said about compassion, about expanding our perspectives