Yesterday I picked up Grace (Eventually) at the Corvallis Library ~ it's a very official feeling to get one's library card in a new town ~ and you're right, Anne speaks to my very soul. Page 6: I finally figured out that I had a choice: I could suffer a great deal, or not, or for a long time. Or I could have the combo platter: suffer, breathe, pray, play, cry, and try to help people. There was meaning in pain; it taught you how to survive with a modicum of grace when you did not get what you wanted. I could not describe mourning any better mySelf! This is an ongoing realization with me, seemingly on a daily basis. Maybe even bigger than mourning, this is Life... a constant buffet of choices. Nice perspective for me.
Then, right away on Page 7, she introduces Ram Dass (as in author of the other cool book Paths to God: Living the Bhagavad Gita) She says There was nothing particularly new about consciousness and God and love in the book, but it was the first time I'd heard this information given in such a hilarious, wise, human, neurotic voice. Ram Das was a vulnerable mess -- just like me. ~and~ People say about experiences like this that "the veil lifted," but for me for the whole day, it was as if an itchy burlap sack had come off my head.
Two things here, first I love this visual & totally recognize that feeling and second, I have to admit I've felt a bit intimidated by Ram Dass' book. Maybe it's the perceived confrontation I am avoiding with my Self. Like when it's time to face the part of me that finds great comfort in the wallow, the part that likes to escape and hide and sees absolutely nothing wrong with withdrawing from the world and all it's Love. Yeah, that part, my own itchy burlap sack. That's the part I'm wrestling with in my Now. Or not. If I really minded being this way, I suppose I'd stop. Which brings in the other part of me: the part that does mind and knows a cop-out when she sees one and ain't afeared to point it out. Brewing big time, I am.
I'm shifting. Moving on down the lakeshore to find my spot. My holistic vantage point, from where my view of Life and my place therein is unobstructed by trees planted by my own hand.
I've only made it to page 10 before I had to write this post. All is as it should be. Thanks friends ♥ Thanks Universe!
Love,
me
Then, right away on Page 7, she introduces Ram Dass (as in author of the other cool book Paths to God: Living the Bhagavad Gita) She says There was nothing particularly new about consciousness and God and love in the book, but it was the first time I'd heard this information given in such a hilarious, wise, human, neurotic voice. Ram Das was a vulnerable mess -- just like me. ~and~ People say about experiences like this that "the veil lifted," but for me for the whole day, it was as if an itchy burlap sack had come off my head.
Two things here, first I love this visual & totally recognize that feeling and second, I have to admit I've felt a bit intimidated by Ram Dass' book. Maybe it's the perceived confrontation I am avoiding with my Self. Like when it's time to face the part of me that finds great comfort in the wallow, the part that likes to escape and hide and sees absolutely nothing wrong with withdrawing from the world and all it's Love. Yeah, that part, my own itchy burlap sack. That's the part I'm wrestling with in my Now. Or not. If I really minded being this way, I suppose I'd stop. Which brings in the other part of me: the part that does mind and knows a cop-out when she sees one and ain't afeared to point it out. Brewing big time, I am.
I'm shifting. Moving on down the lakeshore to find my spot. My holistic vantage point, from where my view of Life and my place therein is unobstructed by trees planted by my own hand.
I've only made it to page 10 before I had to write this post. All is as it should be. Thanks friends ♥ Thanks Universe!
Love,
me
2 comments:
Hey, the Universe just brought this to me. I want to share!
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Love you,
Jenny
I am so glad that you didn't wait for your busy and very slow-to-mail friend to send you the book (sitting upstairs on my vanity, next to cool unbreakable bubbles toy for Hayden, awaiting time to get to the post office).
I was writing my own "Dear Diana" in my head to you last night as I used your sage advice to help my SIL who is trying to help a friend of her's who has lost a child. While talking about your wisdom and authenticity, I realized again how much you've given to us.
I'll be mailing that book tomorrow. Then you can reread it, underline it and add colorful doodles, or pastry dough. I think the Forum sounds like a fabulous goal, for both of you. Werner Erhard was a genius. I use his tools daily as well, though I learned them elsewhere.
Love, M
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