Now and then I catch myself in the middle of "a struggle". I wake up inside of a challenge of one sort or another and see how I have been making that situation so big, so serious. I see how I have been been dreaming that to be a lake or even an ocean with wild and choppy waves when in fact it may just be, in reality, a calm peaceful puddle.
I see this aspect of this guy termed "Bruce" who loves challenges. He loves this so much that if there are no real challenges available he makes one up. I think of all the things he has gotten stressed about, worried about in this life, all the problems and issues to be solved, and realize that he is really doing just fine.
None of that bad stuff that was anticipated ever really happened, not really. Stuff has happened, but here we are, on a Tuesday afternoon sitting in the sun, and all is well. Reality, as Byron Katie, likes to say may really be kinder than our story about reality.
Our struggle puddles may just be that, just small puddles glistening in the sun.
Not a big deal. Little puddles for kids to run through and make fun splashes with.
This is not to deny real stuff, really suffering, real pain. This is just a suggestion of a possible context change.
What would our lives we like if we had fun with these puddles rather than hold them as dangerous oceans that are too wide to cross?
Today, Tom wrote to me about the "feast or famine" quality of of my blog postings, and I had a long talk with Michael about getting my writings out there, and I noticed that suddenly I created an ocean to attack, a problem to solve, some sense of needing to fix myself, or change something and then... inside of that I woke up again and thought what a silly Struggle Puddle I am in.
All that drama, and here we are... breathing... breathing... enjoying life in a simple way.
Who would we be in our lives if we could not think the thought that there was something we needed to fix about ourselves before really living?
Tuesday, September 18, 2007
Friday, September 14, 2007
The Power Of 180 Degree Flips.
Often when I am first waking up each day, highly specific, out-of-the-box, guidance is slipped into my consciousness.
The other day it was this:
"Some of what you have been making most important in your life, start making the least important. Some of what you have been making the least important start making the most most important."
What?, I found myself thinking, how do I do that? I see how I have constructed a whole identity around what I think is important and what is not. To make those reversals of core priorities would feel like a death to my old self.
Publishing writings here, for example, has clearly not been important.
And yet my doing that could be the beginning of a whole new life. And, what if who we truly are is much deeper than what we choose to make important and not important at any time.
So far, in the Bruce story certain specific things in that story have always be important and others always less so. This body/mind/spirit of this Bruce has been incredibly consistent at a core level.
Venturing into the land of new inspiration and awareness is almost always at the top for this Bruce, taking care of food, clothing and shelter and money is way down at the bottom.
Today, is a typical day, typical of decades, an awesome morning in the adventure of recognition and revelation. A dynamic flowing and bubbling of words, heart, joy, vision, excitement, passion, energy and then...
off from a distant corner of the universe a sensation starts to emerge from what is termed b-o-d-y... a strange odd sensation of hunger... a hunger more words cannot seem to feed although that is always attempted.
And then there is an opening of the food pantry, nothing of there is of interest, and looking at some shelves, nothing of interest, and the kitchen fridge, the same and then the garage fridge, the same, nothing of interest.
Shopping could have happened yesterday, and he was too much on a roll in revelation zone, or the day before, but something more interesting was happening for him that day also.
To make having food available most important, this is almost inconceivable to him.
Besides, he hates the cluttered, congested, unmagical vibe of Whole Foods.
and.... and.... as much as such a journey to the store feels like a death, totally counter-intuitive, it could be a passageway into Life, as his morning messages suggested...
This can be an "I can do that" moment for him. (See previous post)
A dive into that which has been denied, a dive into the other half of himself.
He is going to do it. Do it differently in every way. Enter a new universe of that being easy and fun, the essence of ease and fun. He will have to make it up. He can do that, just as he made up the reverse priority set.
Perhaps being truly alive and free means letting our old games shatter and fall to a million pieces at our feet. Now. Now. Now.
Dead ends becoming the open ends, the runway to a whole new ride.
What 180 flip could you make right now?
What if having it all is contingent on giving it all up each moment.
That willingness to just die to who we think we are?
He as got to go. He has a plane to catch. Hopefully he can be in touch from the other side.
Bruce the writer, morphing into Bruce the food shopper. It feels risky.
He can do it.
With a smile,
Bruce
The other day it was this:
"Some of what you have been making most important in your life, start making the least important. Some of what you have been making the least important start making the most most important."
What?, I found myself thinking, how do I do that? I see how I have constructed a whole identity around what I think is important and what is not. To make those reversals of core priorities would feel like a death to my old self.
Publishing writings here, for example, has clearly not been important.
And yet my doing that could be the beginning of a whole new life. And, what if who we truly are is much deeper than what we choose to make important and not important at any time.
So far, in the Bruce story certain specific things in that story have always be important and others always less so. This body/mind/spirit of this Bruce has been incredibly consistent at a core level.
Venturing into the land of new inspiration and awareness is almost always at the top for this Bruce, taking care of food, clothing and shelter and money is way down at the bottom.
Today, is a typical day, typical of decades, an awesome morning in the adventure of recognition and revelation. A dynamic flowing and bubbling of words, heart, joy, vision, excitement, passion, energy and then...
off from a distant corner of the universe a sensation starts to emerge from what is termed b-o-d-y... a strange odd sensation of hunger... a hunger more words cannot seem to feed although that is always attempted.
And then there is an opening of the food pantry, nothing of there is of interest, and looking at some shelves, nothing of interest, and the kitchen fridge, the same and then the garage fridge, the same, nothing of interest.
Shopping could have happened yesterday, and he was too much on a roll in revelation zone, or the day before, but something more interesting was happening for him that day also.
To make having food available most important, this is almost inconceivable to him.
Besides, he hates the cluttered, congested, unmagical vibe of Whole Foods.
and.... and.... as much as such a journey to the store feels like a death, totally counter-intuitive, it could be a passageway into Life, as his morning messages suggested...
This can be an "I can do that" moment for him. (See previous post)
A dive into that which has been denied, a dive into the other half of himself.
He is going to do it. Do it differently in every way. Enter a new universe of that being easy and fun, the essence of ease and fun. He will have to make it up. He can do that, just as he made up the reverse priority set.
Perhaps being truly alive and free means letting our old games shatter and fall to a million pieces at our feet. Now. Now. Now.
Dead ends becoming the open ends, the runway to a whole new ride.
What 180 flip could you make right now?
What if having it all is contingent on giving it all up each moment.
That willingness to just die to who we think we are?
He as got to go. He has a plane to catch. Hopefully he can be in touch from the other side.
Bruce the writer, morphing into Bruce the food shopper. It feels risky.
He can do it.
With a smile,
Bruce
The Potent Exhilaration Of "I Can".
Greetings,
A few moment’s ago I was presented with a possible venture, and adventure, that holds great promise and also looked quite complicated, daunting and even potentially dangerous. Immediately, I felt my nervous system pulsing between the dread of Eeek and the excitement of Ahhh. My being felt like a sky with bright sun on one side and dark storm clouds on the other.
I noticed this familiar front line response arising with a voice: “Whoa, I cannot do that.” “I cannot deal with that.” “I would be in way over my head engaging there.” “I would be toast if I stepped into that”.
And yet, this was followed by a quieter more subtle voice: “Can we really know that is true?” “Perhaps we Can do that.” “Perhaps we could create a transforming breakthrough there.”
I notice how many of us have all these pre-set ideas of what we can engage with successfully and what we must avoid at all costs. What if some of these notions are just stories and conclusions from past experiences that have no present time reality whatsoever?
What would our lives be like if we kept replacing “I can’t” with “I can” over and over again? What if the thought “I can” was firmly established at the front of the line?
What if our neurology’s first response to a challenge were thoughts like: “I can find a way there!" “I can handle that”, “I can deal with that”, “I can master that.” “I can easily navigate that complexity!” “I can find a way to cross that raging river and have a great time doing so!”
A few years ago, I did quite a challenging ropes course.
The first three stops on the course looked quite eerie foreboding. I approached each of them with caution, suspicion and weariness. I was clearly looking at them through the memory files of past experiences. I did end up succeeding at each one, and yet only very squeamishly and with out having much fun.
When I got to number #4, something had shifted in my reality. I found myself trying a different approach. I took one quick look at the scope of the challenge and shouted to myself inside: “I can do that”. I then quickly blurted to my group: “I am going first” and I threw all of myself at the task.
I then found myself easily and effortlessly doing the seemingly impossible. I was leaping from place to place like a forest monkey who had been doing it all his life.
I was on a roll. This experience was such an exhilarating rush. Somehow, the energy, certainty and boldness of an “I can” choice, made “I can” abundantly executable.
Ah, my neurology is now reconnecting with that biochemical reference point. That precise chemistry is there to be drawn upon as needed. Now, as I think back to the possibility that was presented to me this morning, I feel the vivid exhilaration of “I can”. I see myself taking a delicious deep breath, rolling up my sleeves and looking at how I can jump into that adventure.
I am now unfrozen and ready for action! I can do that too!
What can you do, really do, that you have previously thought was impossible?
A few moment’s ago I was presented with a possible venture, and adventure, that holds great promise and also looked quite complicated, daunting and even potentially dangerous. Immediately, I felt my nervous system pulsing between the dread of Eeek and the excitement of Ahhh. My being felt like a sky with bright sun on one side and dark storm clouds on the other.
I noticed this familiar front line response arising with a voice: “Whoa, I cannot do that.” “I cannot deal with that.” “I would be in way over my head engaging there.” “I would be toast if I stepped into that”.
And yet, this was followed by a quieter more subtle voice: “Can we really know that is true?” “Perhaps we Can do that.” “Perhaps we could create a transforming breakthrough there.”
I notice how many of us have all these pre-set ideas of what we can engage with successfully and what we must avoid at all costs. What if some of these notions are just stories and conclusions from past experiences that have no present time reality whatsoever?
What would our lives be like if we kept replacing “I can’t” with “I can” over and over again? What if the thought “I can” was firmly established at the front of the line?
What if our neurology’s first response to a challenge were thoughts like: “I can find a way there!" “I can handle that”, “I can deal with that”, “I can master that.” “I can easily navigate that complexity!” “I can find a way to cross that raging river and have a great time doing so!”
A few years ago, I did quite a challenging ropes course.
The first three stops on the course looked quite eerie foreboding. I approached each of them with caution, suspicion and weariness. I was clearly looking at them through the memory files of past experiences. I did end up succeeding at each one, and yet only very squeamishly and with out having much fun.
When I got to number #4, something had shifted in my reality. I found myself trying a different approach. I took one quick look at the scope of the challenge and shouted to myself inside: “I can do that”. I then quickly blurted to my group: “I am going first” and I threw all of myself at the task.
I then found myself easily and effortlessly doing the seemingly impossible. I was leaping from place to place like a forest monkey who had been doing it all his life.
I was on a roll. This experience was such an exhilarating rush. Somehow, the energy, certainty and boldness of an “I can” choice, made “I can” abundantly executable.
Ah, my neurology is now reconnecting with that biochemical reference point. That precise chemistry is there to be drawn upon as needed. Now, as I think back to the possibility that was presented to me this morning, I feel the vivid exhilaration of “I can”. I see myself taking a delicious deep breath, rolling up my sleeves and looking at how I can jump into that adventure.
I am now unfrozen and ready for action! I can do that too!
What can you do, really do, that you have previously thought was impossible?
423 Writing Transmissions Later!
Greetings Readers,
Yes, since I last posted here in early August, I have written 423 writing pieces that I could have posted here. No, that is not a precise number, but it is somewhat accurate.
In fact, the ink is wearing off on my lap top keyboard from so much ecstatic writing.
So what's up with this, I ask, with a smile on may face. There is just an "is-ness" to this curiosity, it is certainly not a problem of any sort. And yet, I find this a tad interesting.
I see this picture of thousands of sperm fellows trying to get into one egg and then it happens, one gets in. 423 writing pieces and then one gets posted. Why? This lives in great mystery. I am answer-less.
Well, Michael, yes this blog is still here in September. I can tell the story that this has something to do with me, perhaps it does, and yet a deeper sense here and a sweet sense here is that I am not in charge.
There appears to be a certain consensus in certain sectors of our universe that more writings "should" have found there way here, but the fact is that they didn't.
Who am I to question this?
What is the One Great Is-ness going to do next here? We will see.
Am I not taking responsibility by putting it this way. Perhaps so. And, who is that alleged "I" anyway. Does he even exist, really?
Who is in charge really?
As always "your" feedback is most welcome and appreciated.
Love,
An alleged Bruce having fun...
Yes, since I last posted here in early August, I have written 423 writing pieces that I could have posted here. No, that is not a precise number, but it is somewhat accurate.
In fact, the ink is wearing off on my lap top keyboard from so much ecstatic writing.
So what's up with this, I ask, with a smile on may face. There is just an "is-ness" to this curiosity, it is certainly not a problem of any sort. And yet, I find this a tad interesting.
I see this picture of thousands of sperm fellows trying to get into one egg and then it happens, one gets in. 423 writing pieces and then one gets posted. Why? This lives in great mystery. I am answer-less.
Well, Michael, yes this blog is still here in September. I can tell the story that this has something to do with me, perhaps it does, and yet a deeper sense here and a sweet sense here is that I am not in charge.
There appears to be a certain consensus in certain sectors of our universe that more writings "should" have found there way here, but the fact is that they didn't.
Who am I to question this?
What is the One Great Is-ness going to do next here? We will see.
Am I not taking responsibility by putting it this way. Perhaps so. And, who is that alleged "I" anyway. Does he even exist, really?
Who is in charge really?
As always "your" feedback is most welcome and appreciated.
Love,
An alleged Bruce having fun...
Friday, August 3, 2007
Will This Blog Still Be Jumping In September?
My friend Michael just emailed me the following:
I like that you have a blog! and... but... I sometimes have this thought/perception of you that you "Charge out of the gate like a bucking bronco... rootin and tootin with newness.... and then you loose steam a little too soon....."
Will your blog still be jumpin' in September?
My response: Thank you Michael! I smiled a big smile when I read your email. I like having people my life who have known me for decades and know some of the quirks of the Bruce personality. Your question is spot on. I am wordless as I sit here pondering it.
I watch that Bruce guy also. It does seem, as times, that he comes out full blast and then runs and jumps in a hole. Part of why he goes there is because there are magical kingdoms for him in those holes, whole universes of rich experience to be explored and savored.
And... and... I know there is more to the picture here, more to his showing up and disappearing. In this moment I find myself baffled by this, by the mystery of it and am somehow amused by my bafflement.
As some of you know, I like having answers to everything, and with this I just see ? ? ? ?. I like being clueless too. In clueless I feel like a wide-eyed child looking at the world for the first time.
Will I still be here in September?
If this blog becomes more and more of a collective event, I think so. If this becomes part of the Continuing Party, I think so. If this keeps cracking me open, I think so.
I have 492 planets in the house of groups. If some of you start posting here on a regular basis, I think so. I love checking my email and finding emails from all of you. As this becomes more of a community space, this blog will be high on my list of things to check on.
It is a sheer delight for me to have been down some interesting rabbit hole and to then check back in with other home planets that have morphed and changed since I was last there.
If this is just "my blog" that is too small, static and flat. The juice could run out of that for me.
And yet if the universe starts to dance and make music here, I am riveted.
And... and... dreaming forward a bit. If this changes into a website where you each have an opportunity to be center stage with your own new material, as well as comment, then, then... the party gets even more interesting.
In the meantime, your new material is welcome in the comments section, as long as it generally relates to the theme of a thread...
What is brewing and bursting forth as you read this? I would love to read about it here.
Is there something you see about yourself in regards to appearing and disappearing?
I am nursing a life time vision in this small, humble, rough in places, sprout of a blog. I will be throwing wood on that fire for sure, where ever that may be.
You are part of that vision. And friendly input like Michael's to me helps move things along.
Thanks for being here!
Bruce
I like that you have a blog! and... but... I sometimes have this thought/perception of you that you "Charge out of the gate like a bucking bronco... rootin and tootin with newness.... and then you loose steam a little too soon....."
Will your blog still be jumpin' in September?
My response: Thank you Michael! I smiled a big smile when I read your email. I like having people my life who have known me for decades and know some of the quirks of the Bruce personality. Your question is spot on. I am wordless as I sit here pondering it.
I watch that Bruce guy also. It does seem, as times, that he comes out full blast and then runs and jumps in a hole. Part of why he goes there is because there are magical kingdoms for him in those holes, whole universes of rich experience to be explored and savored.
And... and... I know there is more to the picture here, more to his showing up and disappearing. In this moment I find myself baffled by this, by the mystery of it and am somehow amused by my bafflement.
As some of you know, I like having answers to everything, and with this I just see ? ? ? ?. I like being clueless too. In clueless I feel like a wide-eyed child looking at the world for the first time.
Will I still be here in September?
If this blog becomes more and more of a collective event, I think so. If this becomes part of the Continuing Party, I think so. If this keeps cracking me open, I think so.
I have 492 planets in the house of groups. If some of you start posting here on a regular basis, I think so. I love checking my email and finding emails from all of you. As this becomes more of a community space, this blog will be high on my list of things to check on.
It is a sheer delight for me to have been down some interesting rabbit hole and to then check back in with other home planets that have morphed and changed since I was last there.
If this is just "my blog" that is too small, static and flat. The juice could run out of that for me.
And yet if the universe starts to dance and make music here, I am riveted.
And... and... dreaming forward a bit. If this changes into a website where you each have an opportunity to be center stage with your own new material, as well as comment, then, then... the party gets even more interesting.
In the meantime, your new material is welcome in the comments section, as long as it generally relates to the theme of a thread...
What is brewing and bursting forth as you read this? I would love to read about it here.
Is there something you see about yourself in regards to appearing and disappearing?
I am nursing a life time vision in this small, humble, rough in places, sprout of a blog. I will be throwing wood on that fire for sure, where ever that may be.
You are part of that vision. And friendly input like Michael's to me helps move things along.
Thanks for being here!
Bruce
Tuesday, July 31, 2007
What Ever It Takes To Crack Open
I had a spiritual teacher once who I admired immensely.
For years, everything she personally said to me was like a gift from heaven, a spear of love, the perfect words for the moment. Her words to me, even simple words, would light me up like a Christmas tree.
At one point, I signed up to take a ten day retreat with her in Sedona. Starting with the first night she was Yery rough with me. Ignoring me, not giving my anything I wanted. Being so loving with everyone, but acting as if I did not exist. This was not an easy ten days to say the least.
Years later, I went up to her at a book signing, and asked her if she remembered how she was with me at the intensive. She replied with a beaming face: "Of course I do, honey". I then asked her why she was that way with me. She said, very matter of factly: "Oh, honey, whatever it takes to crack you open".
I am still pondering what she meant by that.
Today, I got more of a sense of that. After being on a roll for quite awhile now, today was very uncharacteristic of that. It was a long day of accumulating challenges. Everything that could go wrong did. I was even given an out-of-the-blue lecture about how my smile was not genuine by a very judgmental stranger at Whole Foods.
Around 7 PM, something quite amazing happened. I was suddenly in touch with a depth of feeling I have now experienced for a long time. As someone who likes looking like "I have it together", I did not have it together at all. I shed the first uncontrollable tears I have shed since my Mom's death in February. I was wild, strong emotions were surging in every direction. Rage. Anger. Grief. I saw all these events in my life that I have been minimizing. I felt this roar growing louder and louder in my being.
I was cracked open.
I had the thought: Perhaps all those bizarre events of the day were there to create the necessary pressure to have this important and timely opening.
I do not necessarily know that the universe works this way and, at the same time, I find this to be an intriguing possibility.
I saw, again, how breakdown can create breakthrough. "Whatever it takes" as my teacher-friend said.
Can suffering, even in its ugly messiness, actually be part of the efficiency of the cosmos?
Whatever it takes...
For years, everything she personally said to me was like a gift from heaven, a spear of love, the perfect words for the moment. Her words to me, even simple words, would light me up like a Christmas tree.
At one point, I signed up to take a ten day retreat with her in Sedona. Starting with the first night she was Yery rough with me. Ignoring me, not giving my anything I wanted. Being so loving with everyone, but acting as if I did not exist. This was not an easy ten days to say the least.
Years later, I went up to her at a book signing, and asked her if she remembered how she was with me at the intensive. She replied with a beaming face: "Of course I do, honey". I then asked her why she was that way with me. She said, very matter of factly: "Oh, honey, whatever it takes to crack you open".
I am still pondering what she meant by that.
Today, I got more of a sense of that. After being on a roll for quite awhile now, today was very uncharacteristic of that. It was a long day of accumulating challenges. Everything that could go wrong did. I was even given an out-of-the-blue lecture about how my smile was not genuine by a very judgmental stranger at Whole Foods.
Around 7 PM, something quite amazing happened. I was suddenly in touch with a depth of feeling I have now experienced for a long time. As someone who likes looking like "I have it together", I did not have it together at all. I shed the first uncontrollable tears I have shed since my Mom's death in February. I was wild, strong emotions were surging in every direction. Rage. Anger. Grief. I saw all these events in my life that I have been minimizing. I felt this roar growing louder and louder in my being.
I was cracked open.
I had the thought: Perhaps all those bizarre events of the day were there to create the necessary pressure to have this important and timely opening.
I do not necessarily know that the universe works this way and, at the same time, I find this to be an intriguing possibility.
I saw, again, how breakdown can create breakthrough. "Whatever it takes" as my teacher-friend said.
Can suffering, even in its ugly messiness, actually be part of the efficiency of the cosmos?
Whatever it takes...
Monday, July 30, 2007
The Party Continues
Greetings,
This post is a follow up about a party that happened in the part of Here termed "Petaluma, Ca" and the part of Now termed "Last Saturday night". Further down in the post, I ask for input about what an ultimate party would look like for you. If you are moved to share your visions and wantings in the comments section, I would love that.
Dear Friends,
I woke up beaming the morning after Saturday's party and spent a chunk of time almost floating around in the backard garden. Everything was so alive! It was as if the bushes, the vegetables, the trees, the flowers, the bugs, the birds, and a rabbit, were still having a party!
While I was drinking this all in, I found myself asking: Hmmm, where are the humans? I was so clearly ready for more party with each of you. I was pondering how folks party in places like Bali or South America. They party for days, sometimes weeks. To my surprise, I found myself thinking: I would love to have a life with parties like that.
Somehow partying and celebrating feels so natural and fundamental to our humanity. It provides us with essential nutrients. It feeds and satisfies our deep tribal roots. We are able to vibe in with the big party of earth-life at its best, that big party which is going on all the time.
After awhile, Marien, (my sweetie) came outside and we did our usual extensive post party review, while a rabbit hopped around us. We looked at the previous night scene by scene as one would an incredible movie. We talked about the dances that were danced, the dynamics that unfolded. We talked about what worked amazingly well, and about what we might fine-tune for another time.
And, perhaps most importantly, we talked about what we would like to create next. Together we came to the same conclusion we always come to after every big party: Have more intimate smaller parties! The rest of this email is about my/our vision for this.
The deepest and most powerful part of Saturday night for me, by far, was the small circle exploration that emerged close to midnight. Seven of us focused our vast beingness and big hearts on just one topic and dived into it together. Each of us had a unique perspective, a unique flavor to add to the collective brew. As we were traveling together in one direction with one intention, I had the thought: “This exquisite synergy has the power to move mountains.”
Marien and I came up again with the idea of wanting to host smaller dinner parties around specific topics. We talked again about how fun and interesting it would be to invite different mixes of people at different times and watch the magic that would unfold.
I am sending this email to you, because I would love to have your amazing Presence at some of these events. Whether we spoke only briefly on Saturday night, or had a long conversation, I enjoyed our interface. I am feeling a lot of gratitude for the quality people in my life. I would love the opportunity to have more contact with you and savor your offering to the group.
As I see it, these dinner parties / wisdom circles are a total co-creation. I would like to hear from you about what topics, or non-topics, would feel most juicy and hot to you. What would you be most inclined to what to show up for? What pool would you just love to dive into? What focuses might fulfill a deep thirst in your being?
What inspiration would you like to sing from the roof tops? What do you want to be heard about? What internal research would you love to report on? What deep secret would you want to reveal with just the right folks? What art would you love to share? What laugh? What sorrow? What dream?
Would a totally silent party interest you? A party enacted in slow motion? A party where we only communicate with sounds and gibberish? A party where every communication is sung? A party were we move and dance as we speak? This one is high on my personal list. What experiment would you love to try out?
What would an ultimate party look like for you in this moment? What would you like to create if you really knew you were on your own holodeck? If you knew you could create anything you wanted? What way of sharing space would be most deeply satisfying for you?
Would you be interested in coming to a party that is focused on creating parties?
I would enjoy hearing from you in regards to these questions. There is infinite space for you to post in the comments section.
I feel like I have been dancing a dance as I’ve been writing this post. While this body has to be sitting still to hit the right computer keys, my Spirit has been soaring through regions of infinite possibility as I write.
I have enjoyed sharing my unique this moment’s dance with you. I look forward to watching and enjoying more of yours. Yes!
Much love,
Bruce
This post is a follow up about a party that happened in the part of Here termed "Petaluma, Ca" and the part of Now termed "Last Saturday night". Further down in the post, I ask for input about what an ultimate party would look like for you. If you are moved to share your visions and wantings in the comments section, I would love that.
Dear Friends,
I woke up beaming the morning after Saturday's party and spent a chunk of time almost floating around in the backard garden. Everything was so alive! It was as if the bushes, the vegetables, the trees, the flowers, the bugs, the birds, and a rabbit, were still having a party!
While I was drinking this all in, I found myself asking: Hmmm, where are the humans? I was so clearly ready for more party with each of you. I was pondering how folks party in places like Bali or South America. They party for days, sometimes weeks. To my surprise, I found myself thinking: I would love to have a life with parties like that.
Somehow partying and celebrating feels so natural and fundamental to our humanity. It provides us with essential nutrients. It feeds and satisfies our deep tribal roots. We are able to vibe in with the big party of earth-life at its best, that big party which is going on all the time.
After awhile, Marien, (my sweetie) came outside and we did our usual extensive post party review, while a rabbit hopped around us. We looked at the previous night scene by scene as one would an incredible movie. We talked about the dances that were danced, the dynamics that unfolded. We talked about what worked amazingly well, and about what we might fine-tune for another time.
And, perhaps most importantly, we talked about what we would like to create next. Together we came to the same conclusion we always come to after every big party: Have more intimate smaller parties! The rest of this email is about my/our vision for this.
The deepest and most powerful part of Saturday night for me, by far, was the small circle exploration that emerged close to midnight. Seven of us focused our vast beingness and big hearts on just one topic and dived into it together. Each of us had a unique perspective, a unique flavor to add to the collective brew. As we were traveling together in one direction with one intention, I had the thought: “This exquisite synergy has the power to move mountains.”
Marien and I came up again with the idea of wanting to host smaller dinner parties around specific topics. We talked again about how fun and interesting it would be to invite different mixes of people at different times and watch the magic that would unfold.
I am sending this email to you, because I would love to have your amazing Presence at some of these events. Whether we spoke only briefly on Saturday night, or had a long conversation, I enjoyed our interface. I am feeling a lot of gratitude for the quality people in my life. I would love the opportunity to have more contact with you and savor your offering to the group.
As I see it, these dinner parties / wisdom circles are a total co-creation. I would like to hear from you about what topics, or non-topics, would feel most juicy and hot to you. What would you be most inclined to what to show up for? What pool would you just love to dive into? What focuses might fulfill a deep thirst in your being?
What inspiration would you like to sing from the roof tops? What do you want to be heard about? What internal research would you love to report on? What deep secret would you want to reveal with just the right folks? What art would you love to share? What laugh? What sorrow? What dream?
Would a totally silent party interest you? A party enacted in slow motion? A party where we only communicate with sounds and gibberish? A party where every communication is sung? A party were we move and dance as we speak? This one is high on my personal list. What experiment would you love to try out?
What would an ultimate party look like for you in this moment? What would you like to create if you really knew you were on your own holodeck? If you knew you could create anything you wanted? What way of sharing space would be most deeply satisfying for you?
Would you be interested in coming to a party that is focused on creating parties?
I would enjoy hearing from you in regards to these questions. There is infinite space for you to post in the comments section.
I feel like I have been dancing a dance as I’ve been writing this post. While this body has to be sitting still to hit the right computer keys, my Spirit has been soaring through regions of infinite possibility as I write.
I have enjoyed sharing my unique this moment’s dance with you. I look forward to watching and enjoying more of yours. Yes!
Much love,
Bruce
Here and Now
No matter what is going on, we are here right now.
No matter what we are thinking, we are here right now.
What is there to be sought or attained when there is only Here and Now?
Here and now may play at seeking, and yet all of our seeking is still here.
Here and now may make up a "later", and yet that "later" is still right now.
Here and now may make up an "over there" and yet this "over there" is still right here.
The little clock in the bottom right of my computer screen says 10:06 PM.
Where is this 10:06 PM? It is arriving here and now.
Living Our Arrival is living the reality that we have already arrived.
We have reached Here and Now. Here and Now contains everything so we have reached quite an amazing place. This is indeed a cause for endless celebration.
Every time is the time of our arrival. How is our arrival going to express itself now and now?
This blog is about the infinity of what can happen here and now. It is a home for the living of arrival. Welcome to you!
No matter what we are thinking, we are here right now.
What is there to be sought or attained when there is only Here and Now?
Here and now may play at seeking, and yet all of our seeking is still here.
Here and now may make up a "later", and yet that "later" is still right now.
Here and now may make up an "over there" and yet this "over there" is still right here.
The little clock in the bottom right of my computer screen says 10:06 PM.
Where is this 10:06 PM? It is arriving here and now.
Living Our Arrival is living the reality that we have already arrived.
We have reached Here and Now. Here and Now contains everything so we have reached quite an amazing place. This is indeed a cause for endless celebration.
Every time is the time of our arrival. How is our arrival going to express itself now and now?
This blog is about the infinity of what can happen here and now. It is a home for the living of arrival. Welcome to you!
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