Hope for the Future

It's been an exhausting week so I'm recycling this post from April 2014.

On Thursday, I walked through the intersection where I was hit by a car for the very first time since the accident. Up until Thursday I walked by the site (as in, on the other side of the street), but never through the site. As I approached the exact intersection, I felt a whisper of anxiety and that was it. No panic, no becoming paralyzed. I faced my fear head on and I walked through it. In addition to feeling proud of myself, I was reminded how the things that bugged me months ago no longer bug me. How my problems of yesterday (so to speak) are no longer problems today, and this gives me hope for the future.

So often I get stuck in “forever” thinking. As in, if things are like this now, they’ll be like this forevaaaa. Especially in the moments where I have anxiety or depression or fear, it’s a challenge to remind myself, “This too shall pass,” because to me, it seems like the situation or feeling is interminable. I’m starting to disengage from this as I remember the only truth about a thought is it’s a thought, and now I think I’m taking it a step further by having hope life will get better.

Looks like there's a pot of gold at the end of this rainbow. Photo by Patrick Fore on Unsplash. 

I am still planning for joy, and a part of that is employing some perspective because things change all the time. Problems get solved, new circumstances arise, and life goes on.

I want things to get better now, but as a friend keeps reminding me, “We look at our watches and God looks at the calendar,” as in things do change, but not necessarily on my timeline. That’s true. I’ve seen lots of changes in myself and my friends, but it has taken time. I have a friend who in her 20s barely made enough money to support herself, and now in her 30s she’s an entrepreneur and recently returned from a trip to Bali. Jeremy Renner was a makeup artist before he became a movie star.

Things change and they often change for the better. I need to keep reminding myself of that, to keep holding onto hope for the future, because otherwise I’ll dissolve into a tear-stricken, soppy mess. A friend posted a picture on facebook about a month ago (that I can no longer find) that said something like suicide may keep things from getting worse, but it also prevents them from getting better. I’m not suicidal, but I appreciated the statement because, yeah, there’s always hope things will get better and I’m seeing more and more evidence that they do.

I dream of a world where we all hold onto our hope for the future. A world where we remember the things that troubled us in the past no longer trouble us now, and it’s likely the trend will continue. A world where we look on the bright side of life.

Another world is not only possible, it’s probable.

The Real Me

This time last week I sat on the cold steps of an imposing New York building, shivering in the brisk March sunshine, talking on the phone to kill time while waiting for a friend. It feels like it happened to someone else. Right now all the things I've done feel unreal, which is likely due to the fact I'm on day 13 of the flu, and last night I dreamed of disturbing things.

In my sickened state, I'm asking questions like, “How do I know I exist?” Some people would say I know I exist because my sense organs tell me so: I can hear, feel, touch, see, and taste, and thus that proves I exist. But is that really the case? What about people who are in a coma and not doing any of those things? Or aware they are doing those things? They still exist, so that to me points toward the knowledge of existence coming not from the body, but from the mind.

Who am I? Who are you? Photo by Todd Quackenbush on Unsplash.

I think it also makes sense then why I'm asking these questions right now because my mind is affected by the flu – I'm not thinking clearly and thus my grip on reality, and therefore existence, feels tenuous. I'm a balloon floating higher in the sky, untethered to the Earth. Am I even here right now? I'm not sure. One thing I do know for sure: There is an “I” here.

My spiritual teacher says, “The statement 'I know I exist' proves the existence of a knowing 'I.'” In Sanskrit, that knowing “I” is called átman or unit consciousness. I want to break that down a little more. “Unit” meaning a single thing and “consciousness,” well, that's more complicated, but let's say for simplicity's sake consciousness means awareness. In other words, átman is my personal awareness in its purest form. It's not the part of me that says, “I visited New York last week;” it's the pure, undifferentiated “I” with nothing attached. It's the me without all the trappings.

My spiritual teacher also says through introspection and concentrated thinking, one observes that átman and the mind, that is, unit consciousness and the mind, are two separate entities. That makes sense to me because when I concentrate, when I meditate deeply, I'm aware of an unaffected part of myself. An observer who sees all but remains calm regardless of circumstances. I'm aware of the observer as much as I'm aware of simultaneously feeling angry or sad or happy.

The point of my meditation practice is to continue communing with that pure “I.” The me that is beyond time and space. The point of my meditation practice is to continue to know the real me that belongs to both me and to you. Also within the spiritual philosophy of my tradition is the idea there exists not only the unit consciousness, but also a collective consciousness, called Paramátman. I am a singular entity, but I am also a plural entity. There is me, but there is also more than me.

Who am I really? I am everything and I am nothing, all at the same time. The real me is an “I” that I can't describe, only feel, and that's true for everyone.

I dream of a world where we recognize who we really are is beyond words. A world where we realize an “I” exists in a pure, unqualified form and that's true for all of us, not only some of us. A world where we remember the real us is greater than the sum of our parts.

Another world is not only possible, it's probable.

Is Your Bliss the Right One?

I'm super sick right now and overtired so I didn't record any audio this week.

The other day a friend told me he asks people, "How do you know your bliss is the right one?" in response to the slogan "follow your bliss." When he said that to me, I exhaled deeply. I've heard variations of "follow your bliss" such as "follow your bliss and the money will follow" for years and it filled me with rancor. I published a book and started a publishing company and the money did not follow. Life didn't become all sunshine and roses. In fact, the years since my book came out have been some of the hardest of my life. To recap, I moved a jillion times, my health deteriorated, my finances took a nose dive, and more. I did not receive either the internal or external promised riches.

Normally I get pissed off like a child who did exactly as she was asked and didn't receive her reward. Where is my gold star? Why don't I have what I'm "supposed" to? I also usually start to look at other people's lives and say, "They followed their bliss and got what they wanted. Why didn't it happen for me?" It's a resentment filled adventure for sure.

Mmmmm. Looks lovely. Photo by Joshua Sortino on Unsplash.

When I ponder that "my" bliss isn't the right one, I feel better. Perhaps "my" bliss is ego driven and self-centered. Perhaps the bliss I'm following will lead me to a place I ultimately don't want to go. Maybe I don't know what's best for me and maybe I don't know what "my" bliss is.

I am strong believer in a power greater than myself. I've seen over and over again that I'm guided. And if that's true, that means there's something doing the guiding, and more often than not, that "something" knows better and knows more than I do, which also relates to how I pray. My prayer is a variation of, "I don't know what's best for me universe. Only you know what's best for me. I want what you want for me. Please align my will with yours." I think bliss is like that. If I had it my way, I'd live a super cushy life without any drama, with money flowing in due to little effort on my part, seeing beautiful things every day, and eating decadent food. That sounds lovely, but it also means I wouldn't confront any of my issues; I wouldn't deal with any of my demons.

In the same conversation with my friend, I told him I can't suppress anything and because that's true, I'd rather confront my issues head on. Confronting my issues has made me a better person and a happier person. I don't feel nearly as anxious as I used to and that's a direct result of bringing my demons out of the shadows and into the light. That leads me to believe that perhaps my higher power is thinking of my long-term happiness and bliss rather than a short-term gain. Perhaps real bliss then is not mine, but what my higher power wants and I'd feel happier if I aligned my will accordingly. It's difficult for me to maintain that perspective, but it seems worth a shot. After all, I'd much rather feel happier for a longer period of time than a shorter one.

I dream of a world where we realize sometimes our bliss takes us places that don’t serve us. A world where we understand there's a difference between the bliss we aim for and the bliss our higher power wants for us. A world where we understand sometimes our bliss is not the right one.

Another world is not only possible, it's probable.

Don't Peer Too Far

Right now there's some uncertainty about certain elements of the future and all that comes to mind is this post I wrote in July 2016 so I'm sharing it again.



“Do not set your eyes on things far off.” - Pythian Odes

I've had at least four people mention to me some iteration of, “What are the gifts where you are?” so it seemed like a good post to write today.

I am deeply unhappy about a few things in my life. There are a few things I want to change and they aren't changing fast enough, darnit. It's easy for me to peer ahead, to fantasize about the future, and then get frustrated when the future is not my present reality. I've had so much resentment this week about that and accordingly, people keep asking me to practice gratitude for where I am.

Don't peer too far ahead.

It didn't go well because I don't want to practice gratitude for where I am. I don't want to see the gifts from my current situation. I'd much rather live in the imagined future where my dreams have come true, thank you very much. But here's the icky thing: I'm not there. As much as I want to be, do, or have something else, that's not this present moment. And because I don't enjoy this present moment, it means my compulsions have kicked up. I keep checking facebook, email, and instagram to pull me from the here and now because I'm not enjoying the here and now.

As you can imagine, my compulsions haven't solved anything either.

I experienced a shift when I asked myself, “What if I viewed this situation as temporary? What if I knew it would end?” Somehow that made all the difference. For me, whatever I'm experiencing now, I think I'll experience forever. It's hard for me to keep in mind this too shall pass, and it's the notion there isn't an endpoint that causes me so much distress. When I know there's an endpoint though, everything becomes more bearable. And when I know there's an endpoint, I can start to see the gifts of my current situation. I view things differently and understand this is a period where I'm being given the opportunity to cultivate whatever, fill in the blank, and I get myself back to a place of gratitude.

I know this is a vague post but that's because I'm not ready to discuss the specifics in a public forum, but I think the lesson is a good one. How often do we view our present situation as interminable? How often do we think the way things are will be the way things continue? It's helpful for me not to say to myself, “This too shall pass,” because, great, glad to know maybe when I'm 95 this will pass, but instead to affirm this has an endpoint because it does. When I know there's an endpoint, I can quit asking, “When will this be over?” Staying present can be difficult sometimes, but maybe if we knew there will be an end, staying present would be easier.

I dream of a world where we're able to focus on the here and now, even if we don't like it. A world where we understand all things are temporary. A world where we do our best to stay present because we understand each experience or period has something for us to mine.

Another world is not only possible, it's probable.