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...
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