when i woke up the other day the dominating thought in my mind was "everest is not an accumulation." i often wake up with thoughts/ideas racing through my head and i sometimes wonder where they came from or chuckle them away, but this time i went straight to my computer and wrote:
"Everest is not an accumulation of smaller mountains; rather, it is one large mountain that must be climbed one step at a time."
it occurs to me that even relatively large "mountains," though challenging and exhilarating in their own right, are the training ground for "everest;" the skills and the knowledge necessary to climb everest being learned through scaling such other "mountains." ultimately there is no subsitute for actually making that ascent, for everest is everest and it cannot be replaced by an accumulation of any number of smaller "mountains."
Thursday, April 2, 2009
Saturday, March 21, 2009
integration
a few nights back i had a dream in which i saw two different versions of myself, as if i were identical twins; i was also the one observing my other two selves, so i guess there were three of me in the dream. my thought was that if these two different versions of me were identical twins then i wonder whether there might be any subtle differences that i could identify in order to tell the two apart; i'm usually pretty good at that, especially when i know the twins pretty well. i began to compare. at first they seemed exactly identical, then there was a sudden realization that, though very similar, there were clear and distinct differences between them. i don't think i can explain what the differences were, but there was no question that i despised the one on the left and i loved the one on the right and i knew exaclty why. this discovery struck me, especially as i immediately acknowledged that i knew them both very well and, though i didn't want to admit it, i knew that both were very accurate reflections of myself (or selves). that is all of the dream that i can recall.
"so what does it mean for you?" a very wiley friend asked me when i recounted the dream to him. a very good question. the interesting thing is that i know very well what it means. without going into great detail, the bottom line is that they are both me even though i prefer one version of me over the other. so integration comes to mind. integrating them both, like copper and tin combine to create bronze, perhaps the true me will emerge. and for that to happen i must have compassion for the version of me that repulses me, accept that part of myself and give myself the love that i need in order for such an integration to be possible. otherwise, i will always be despising myself and consequently rejecting myself, never able to come to my full potential.
there is a beautiful paradox here: in order to become my whole and true self (and to continue to progress and grow) i need to love and accept my whole self, even the parts of me that i hate. i need to accept myself just as i am if i am to become who i want to be. this acceptance does not mean that i allow my undesirable characteristics to take control or become dominant in my life, rather it means that i sit with the truth of who i am right now and love that me. this is easier said than done and yet i have experienced it to a large degree. something tells me, however, that i have a significant amount of self-acceptance remaining.
"so what does it mean for you?" a very wiley friend asked me when i recounted the dream to him. a very good question. the interesting thing is that i know very well what it means. without going into great detail, the bottom line is that they are both me even though i prefer one version of me over the other. so integration comes to mind. integrating them both, like copper and tin combine to create bronze, perhaps the true me will emerge. and for that to happen i must have compassion for the version of me that repulses me, accept that part of myself and give myself the love that i need in order for such an integration to be possible. otherwise, i will always be despising myself and consequently rejecting myself, never able to come to my full potential.
there is a beautiful paradox here: in order to become my whole and true self (and to continue to progress and grow) i need to love and accept my whole self, even the parts of me that i hate. i need to accept myself just as i am if i am to become who i want to be. this acceptance does not mean that i allow my undesirable characteristics to take control or become dominant in my life, rather it means that i sit with the truth of who i am right now and love that me. this is easier said than done and yet i have experienced it to a large degree. something tells me, however, that i have a significant amount of self-acceptance remaining.
Sunday, March 1, 2009
trust
the question of trust has come up for me quite poignantly lately. how can i be vulnerable, in the sense that i allow others into my life and relate to them authentically, and trust that my vulnerability will not be taken advantage of? a few things come to my mind: 1. vulnerability is not equal to naivete; 2. decisiveness (making a decision regarding my personal convictions) and trust of self (standing by my choices) set the stage for my trusting others; and 3. where does trusting in God come into play in all of this?
merriam-webster.com defines vulnerable:
1 : capable of being physically or emotionally wounded 2 : open to attack or damage : assailable <vulnerable to criticism> 3 : liable to increased penalties but entitled to increased bonuses after winning a game in contract bridge (http://www.merriam-webster.com/dictionary/vulnerable).
the third definition stands out, "liable to increased penalties but entitled to increased bonuses after winning." there is something about being vulnerable that sets a person up to being "physically or emotionally wounded" while at the same time offers the chance of "increased bonuses." a beautiful principle is revealed here: when i allow myself to be vulnerable (in a position that i can be wounded) i also allow the possibility of deeper emotional connection. being a person who greatly fears being wounded and strongly desires closeness and authentic connection with others, i realize that i must face one of my greatest fears to get that which i want the most.
having defined vulnerability i want to emphasize that it is not same as naivete. merriam-webster.com defines naive:
1: marked by unaffected simplicity : artless , ingenuous 2: deficient in worldly wisdom or informed judgment (http://www.merriam-webster.com/dictionary/naive).
the vulnerability of which i speak cannot come from a place of naivete, for it is a deliberate chosen state; i choose to be vulnerable in order to develop a closeness with another person in spite of the knowledge that i am also opening myself up to the possibility of being wounded as well. this is an informed choice, and a complex one at that. the difference between the vulnerability, which can lead to a greater connection, and naivete is a certain awareness combined with intentional strategy.
when i intentionally make myself vulnerable the outcome of this move depends on my decisiveness regarding my personal convictions. if i am sure about my own beliefs and firm in the boundaries i have set for myself, then i am more likely to trust myself even in that vulnerable state. Another difference between vulnerability and naivete is found in the concept of remaining true to my convictions while being open to the closeness of others versus casting aside my convictions in hopes that somehow i will find something better by becoming vulnerable. in such naivete i am actually more likely to be wounded than i am in conscious vulnerability. when i know what i stand for and i stand by that conviction, i am in a better position to trust myself and therefore trust others.
so where does trusting in God come into all of this? trust in this sense is really translated into faith. having decided to stand for something, rather than naively being tossed about by one whim after another or chasing relationships in superficial ways, i find myself needing to trust in God that what i am standing for is worth standing for. i need to trust that my convictions will in fact guide me toward a deeper and more fulfilled life than the wistful alternatives. my only barometer for the efficacy of such trust is my internal sense of congruity, my intuitive awareness of the light, or lack thereof, within myself. this becomes a mixture of trusting myself (my own divine barometer) and trusting God, for I must trust my own sense of who God is and how i believe God communicates with me; there is no separating the two.
and so i choose to trust, and forward i go.
"Trust in the Lord with all thine heart.... and he shall direct thy paths." Proverbs 3:5-6
merriam-webster.com defines vulnerable:
1 : capable of being physically or emotionally wounded 2 : open to attack or damage : assailable <vulnerable to criticism> 3 : liable to increased penalties but entitled to increased bonuses after winning a game in contract bridge (http://www.merriam-webster.com/dictionary/vulnerable).
the third definition stands out, "liable to increased penalties but entitled to increased bonuses after winning." there is something about being vulnerable that sets a person up to being "physically or emotionally wounded" while at the same time offers the chance of "increased bonuses." a beautiful principle is revealed here: when i allow myself to be vulnerable (in a position that i can be wounded) i also allow the possibility of deeper emotional connection. being a person who greatly fears being wounded and strongly desires closeness and authentic connection with others, i realize that i must face one of my greatest fears to get that which i want the most.
having defined vulnerability i want to emphasize that it is not same as naivete. merriam-webster.com defines naive:
1: marked by unaffected simplicity : artless , ingenuous 2: deficient in worldly wisdom or informed judgment (http://www.merriam-webster.com/dictionary/naive).
the vulnerability of which i speak cannot come from a place of naivete, for it is a deliberate chosen state; i choose to be vulnerable in order to develop a closeness with another person in spite of the knowledge that i am also opening myself up to the possibility of being wounded as well. this is an informed choice, and a complex one at that. the difference between the vulnerability, which can lead to a greater connection, and naivete is a certain awareness combined with intentional strategy.
when i intentionally make myself vulnerable the outcome of this move depends on my decisiveness regarding my personal convictions. if i am sure about my own beliefs and firm in the boundaries i have set for myself, then i am more likely to trust myself even in that vulnerable state. Another difference between vulnerability and naivete is found in the concept of remaining true to my convictions while being open to the closeness of others versus casting aside my convictions in hopes that somehow i will find something better by becoming vulnerable. in such naivete i am actually more likely to be wounded than i am in conscious vulnerability. when i know what i stand for and i stand by that conviction, i am in a better position to trust myself and therefore trust others.
so where does trusting in God come into all of this? trust in this sense is really translated into faith. having decided to stand for something, rather than naively being tossed about by one whim after another or chasing relationships in superficial ways, i find myself needing to trust in God that what i am standing for is worth standing for. i need to trust that my convictions will in fact guide me toward a deeper and more fulfilled life than the wistful alternatives. my only barometer for the efficacy of such trust is my internal sense of congruity, my intuitive awareness of the light, or lack thereof, within myself. this becomes a mixture of trusting myself (my own divine barometer) and trusting God, for I must trust my own sense of who God is and how i believe God communicates with me; there is no separating the two.
and so i choose to trust, and forward i go.
"Trust in the Lord with all thine heart.... and he shall direct thy paths." Proverbs 3:5-6
Sunday, February 8, 2009
life
i'm feeling nostalgic tonight. remembering good times and good friends and sorting through the anger that i still feel toward my friend who committed suicide only 10 days ago.
i thought of this poem when thinking about my friend who killed himself. he loved robert frost. the interesting thing is that i see this poem as optimistic and i think my friend saw it in a totally different way. i am so glad that i am who i am and that i think the way i do (i know it sounds narcissistic, but that's how i feel--sometimes i just love that i am who i am and that i see the world the way i see it). The end of the poem is what caused me to call this post "life." Even though the "woods are lovely, dark, and deep" there are things that i have committed to do, things i still need to experience, miles and miles that i need to go "before I sleep."
Stopping By Woods On A Snowy Evening
by Robert Frost
Whose woods these are I think I know.
His house is in the village though;
He will not see me stopping here
To watch his woods fill up with snow.
My little horse must think it queer
To stop without a farmhouse near
Between the woods and frozen lake
The darkest evening of the year.
He gives his harness bells a shake
To ask if there is some mistake.
The only other sound's the sweep
Of easy wind and downy flake.
The woods are lovely, dark and deep.
But I have promises to keep,
And miles to go before I sleep,
And miles to go before I sleep.
i thought of this poem when thinking about my friend who killed himself. he loved robert frost. the interesting thing is that i see this poem as optimistic and i think my friend saw it in a totally different way. i am so glad that i am who i am and that i think the way i do (i know it sounds narcissistic, but that's how i feel--sometimes i just love that i am who i am and that i see the world the way i see it). The end of the poem is what caused me to call this post "life." Even though the "woods are lovely, dark, and deep" there are things that i have committed to do, things i still need to experience, miles and miles that i need to go "before I sleep."
Stopping By Woods On A Snowy Evening
by Robert Frost
Whose woods these are I think I know.
His house is in the village though;
He will not see me stopping here
To watch his woods fill up with snow.
My little horse must think it queer
To stop without a farmhouse near
Between the woods and frozen lake
The darkest evening of the year.
He gives his harness bells a shake
To ask if there is some mistake.
The only other sound's the sweep
Of easy wind and downy flake.
The woods are lovely, dark and deep.
But I have promises to keep,
And miles to go before I sleep,
And miles to go before I sleep.
death and life
experiencing the death of someone who is close to you has a profound effect. what's interesting is to note the difference in what i have experienced when someone has died of natural causes and when someone decides to check out early and take their own life. suicide is like a smack in the face. three months ago a good friend killed himself. i mostly experienced deep grief that hit me in sudden bursts, and then it sort of faded but an overall feeling of sadness remained, stirring in a void of loss and confusion; i felt like i had lost sight of the meaning of life, the meaning of anything really. difficult. only now do i realize the deep effect it had on me. i withdrew from friends and isolated myself for a while, finally reemerging with a greater sense that i want to fully live and surround myself with great people. all that took place over the period of about two-and-a-half months. then my grandfather died. the amazing thing was that his death was so different from that of my friend who took his own life. the process of grieving was so much more healing than it was for the suicide of my friend. my grandfather lived a good life; he was an amazing man: wwii veteran, husband, father, grandfather, and great-grandfather. wow! honoring him and celebrating his 91 years through memories and tears, surrounded by family was so healing! in fact, i felt that it also helped me heal from my friend's suicide in ways that i didn't know i needed to heal; things that were lingering and i hadn't acknowledged. what a blessing that natural death was.
now here i am, almost a month since my grandfather's death and I am dealing with a fresh experience: another suicide. this time a former roommate and friend to whom i was significantly closer than my other friend who also killed himself only three months ago. this one is very different. i am angry! there is a huge backstory to the friendship that leads me to this anger, but the important thing is that i recongnize that i didn't experience these feelings after the other two deaths. i am pissed off at him for checking out like a coward! i recognize that i am taking it more personally that i did with my other friend, and i don't want to forgive him, yet i sense that i need to get to the point that i can. i feel betrayed, used, manipulated, pulled into his "i'm-a-victim-and-everybody-hates-me" garbage! aarrgh!!! i don't even want to remember him! i don't want to give him the satisfaction of grieving over him! these are interesting emotions, and i am willing to take a look at what they mean for me and work through them. anything that reminds me of him makes me angry! even the fact that i am already over my minutes on my cellphone makes me angry at him because i spent more time than usual on the phone with friends after he killed himself!
i don't want to express the grief that i know i am covering with this anger!
now here i am, almost a month since my grandfather's death and I am dealing with a fresh experience: another suicide. this time a former roommate and friend to whom i was significantly closer than my other friend who also killed himself only three months ago. this one is very different. i am angry! there is a huge backstory to the friendship that leads me to this anger, but the important thing is that i recongnize that i didn't experience these feelings after the other two deaths. i am pissed off at him for checking out like a coward! i recognize that i am taking it more personally that i did with my other friend, and i don't want to forgive him, yet i sense that i need to get to the point that i can. i feel betrayed, used, manipulated, pulled into his "i'm-a-victim-and-everybody-hates-me" garbage! aarrgh!!! i don't even want to remember him! i don't want to give him the satisfaction of grieving over him! these are interesting emotions, and i am willing to take a look at what they mean for me and work through them. anything that reminds me of him makes me angry! even the fact that i am already over my minutes on my cellphone makes me angry at him because i spent more time than usual on the phone with friends after he killed himself!
i don't want to express the grief that i know i am covering with this anger!
Thursday, January 22, 2009
freedom
is it freedom that i'm longing for? the freedom to be truly authentic? the freedom to be vulnerable? the freedom to follow my heart? what would freedom look like? feel like? am i already free and don't know it?
Monday, January 5, 2009
spirituality
I am real. I exist. And at my core I am deeply and fundamentally divine, eternal, pure, and unencumbered by the stresses and confusions of mortality. I often experience the love of God that literally feels like a wonderful fire within me and I am filled with comfort, joy and peace. These moments assure me that I am and that God is, and that's sufficient for now. There are also places and states of being in which I am more likely to connect with the Divine, and I am grateful when I go there. I have not even begun to understand mortality, much less eternity.
I know that I am capable of loving myself, and more of myself, more deeply than I do now. I experience fear, sadness, anger, joy and even shame and I am grateful for these emotions, the beauty in them and things I can learn from acknowledging and expressing them. I know loneliness and longing, friendship and brotherhood. I know that some things are always sacred, even when I don't treat them as such. And as I seek truth I seem to discover that there are many more questions than answers; I am grateful for the mystery.
I know that I am capable of loving myself, and more of myself, more deeply than I do now. I experience fear, sadness, anger, joy and even shame and I am grateful for these emotions, the beauty in them and things I can learn from acknowledging and expressing them. I know loneliness and longing, friendship and brotherhood. I know that some things are always sacred, even when I don't treat them as such. And as I seek truth I seem to discover that there are many more questions than answers; I am grateful for the mystery.
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