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Fear is a primal emotion that provokes a physiological and emotional response. Learn the signs of fear, what causes it, and how you can cope with this emotion.

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How are our fears and hopes in the times?... ...within the 'meta-crisis' 

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How are our fears and hopes in the times?... ...within the 'meta-crisis' 

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LIVING IN THE METACRISIS with Jonathan Rowson

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I can’t make the conversations this week but wanted to make a small contribution.

After some musing I have added this link to this song/video as revisiting it was prompted partly by considering one possible manifestation of post-tragic.  I am wondering whether the way through tragic is to allow creativity to shine through and this video is, for me, a great example of that.

I am also struck by a Rumi quote that someone used with me last week ....'Don't turn away.  Keep looking at the wounded place, that is where the light comes in.'

On balance I feel that my hope trumps my fear.

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“Between stimulus and response there is a space. In that space is our power to choose our response. In our response lies our growth and our freedom.”
― Viktor E. Frankl

“Everything can be taken from a person but one thing: the last of the human freedoms—to choose one’s attitude in any given set of circumstances, to choose one’s own way.”

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“‎Perhaps everything that frightens us is, in its deepest essence, something helpless that wants our love.
So you mustn’t be frightened, if a sadness rises in front of you, larger than any you have ever seen; if an anxiety, like light and cloud-shadows, moves over your hands and over everything you do. You must realize that something is happening to you, that life has not forgotten you, that it holds you in its hand and will not let you fall.”
― Rainer Maria Rilke, Letters to a Young Poet

“Where something becomes extremely difficult and unbearable, there we also stand already quite near its transformation.”
― Rainer Maria Rilke

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When does enlightenment come? At the end of the spiritual journey? Or the beginning? On After the Ecstasy, the Laundry, Jack Kornfield-author of the modern classic on American Buddhism, A Path with Heart-brings into focus the truth about satori, the awakened state of consciousness, and enlightenment practices today.

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After the Ecstasy, the Laundry - Jack Kornfield

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After our first fear > ? < hope session today... i was happily reminded of the beauty and wonder of the humble (and simultaneous power of a) question...

Like: imagine your future (hopeful / aspirational) self... How does that feel to be them?

And: knowing what you know now... what would you say to your younger self as a child?

Here is a post about David Whyte and questions: https://lifecurator.co/life/all-the-beautiful-questions-that-david-whyte-asked-me

What are (y)our beautiful questions - about fear and hope, or anything else?

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Hard relate with the risk taking!

“cosmolocal”

freedom and play harmonious frequencies not fraught ones

Also where the response-ability comes in

❤️

Kindness, imagination and love

Be here now

power of choice… // freedom to choose

interbeing

We cannot pour from an empty cup

Thank you 🙏🏾❤️

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https://www.tenpercent.com/tph/podcast-episode/father-gregory-boyle-489

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The idea of loving people no matter what- no matter how obnoxious or unacceptable their behavior is can sound simultaneously treacly and downright impossible.

But today's guest Father Gregory Boyle talks about the practicality of this idea by showing how the concept of loving no matter what can be used as a tool- not to condone bad behavior but to help see people as doing their best, no matter how unskillfully.

Father Gregory Boyle is a Jesuit priest who founded a remarkable organization called Homeboy Industries, which is the largest gang intervention, rehabilitation, and reentry program in the world. He has a new book out called, The Whole Language: The Power of Extravagant Tenderness.

In this episode we talk about:

How Homeboy Industries began 34 years ago
Content warnings: There are mentions of sensitive topics including, sexual trauma, violence, drug abuse and domestic abuse.

Boyle's practices for working with stress

What he means when he says you have to put death in its place

Motivating people through joy rather than admonition

How to catch yourself when you're about to demonize or be judgmental

How to set boundaries

How to dole out consequences without closing the doors to anybody

And we talk about Father Boyle's quite expansive and inclusive notion of God

Where to find Father Gregory Boyle online:

Website: homeboyindustries.org
Books Mentioned: Other Resources Mentioned:
Social Media:

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#489. Can You Really Conquer Hatred Through Love? | Father Gregory Boyle - Ten Percent Happier

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The idea of loving people no matter what- no matter how obnoxious or unacceptable their behavior is can sound simultaneously treacly and downright impossible. But today's guest Father Gregory Boyle talks about the practicality of this idea by showing how the concept of loving no matter what can be used as a tool- not to condone bad behavior but to help see people as doing their best, no matter how unskillfully.

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https://fractalenlightenment.com/35735/life/insurgent-love-why-falling-in-love-is-the-ultimate-act-of-revolution

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What a wonderfully coherent flow this was.

Some reflections on the call:

Fear and hope go together – if one has never sat with fear, hope is bound to be illusory and detached.

In the same way, the inside and outside are growing in tandem.

The first reflection that hit me with the intro was that we have discarded the metaphysical realm (that other high cultures studied for millennia) and are now rather clumsy in how to navigate it.

Yet us paying the intensest of attentions to the physical ('objective') realm also hasn't exactly yielded optimal results, and puts us in proximity to extinction.

Excuse me, while we have focussed on it?

There's clearly something missing.

Hope seems to re-enter the chat from an awareness that we can re-awaken our right hemisphere and re-connect it to our left hemisphere.

Because this one seems to do two things that are required for grounded hope that doesn't drift off into false light.

1. It lets us connect the dots that are in need of connection, building our cognitive capacity to actually respond skilfully to our predicament.

2. It sheds at least the 'debilitating' element to fear – because while the left hemisphere seems to be overly concerned with the physical realm and our biological survival, the right hemisphere seems to hold the memory of what could be dubbed »If you knew everything there was to know, you wouldn't worry.« (Alan Watts)

It's good to sit with fear and to be able to take it in, but there's the call to then recalibrate our system toward positive anticipation, go out, and make a self-fulfilling prophecy happen …

… yes, against the doubt-stirring fact that not everyone seems to get it.

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“Where something becomes extremely difficult and unbearable, there we also stand already quite near its transformation.”

― Rainer Maria Rilke

“(fear & hope are) part of our ‘nature’”

“Fear is something unwanted / hope is something wanted” ?

“We run towards what we love” ~ ayana elizabeth johnson

hope = trust = faith

I often wonder to what degree we overlook major gamechangers that could shift reality quicker than anyone would anticipate.

Acknowledge… accept… embrace (both our) fears and hopes

bothnessssss

There’s no way we’re packing all of this creative potential only to simply go down.

The relationship between self love and love for others

Maybe (there’s) an opportunity… ...to share light and kindness, to build empathy in a different and unexpected way… with fun and creativity? 🙂 surprise yourself ;)

...when certain parts of ourself can get out of the way - whtas beyond self - clear obstacles to connect and bridge to the possibility of the oneness with the world…

“the future is a series of presents”… 🙂

I found the childhood emotions of spite and defiance, the stubborn child, to be great facilitators of self-love.

To refuse whatever force damaging your self-love to have its way – because it wasn’t in your best interest, it wasn’t coming from a good or wise or loving place.

To truly reject whatever a world that runs on hurt people and narcissistic wounds in order to produce timid compliance did to you.

Heart wisdom…. (As an antidote to ‘over-valued’ head wisdom)

Revolution

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Sarah Blondin: cultivating hope and optimism: a poem // a meditation.

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Sarah Blondin: cultivating hope and optimism: a poem // a meditation.

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When we feel despair for the earth, we are right to feel these.

We are highly intuitive beings who can sense subtle currents of disharmony both inside of ourselves and in our surroundings. So when feelings of despair and dread come up, it is important that we recognise that our body is signalling to us that something is amiss. Something very loving and essential is rising inside of us that is in opposition to the fraught frequency. We are being asked to restore balance and harmony in any way we can, and the best place to start is within ourselves.

So lets settle into our bodies and take a few deep breathes to calm our system...

Step into the softest most loving aspect of your being, unguarded, and ready to receive and give love.

Place one hand on your heart, and repeat the mantra: "I trust in myself and the goodness of this world."

Resting here, send some loving thoughts to your body and to anything outside of you that you feel is needing that love also.

Behind the pain, the fear, the distress, is something vulnerable asking to be loved. So use your power now to direct that love both to yourself and to the world around you.

Step out from the fraught frequency and shake your love awake dear one.

We need to step inside ourselves and give love to our earth, and to the earth around us, this we are capable of, and this is what will ultimately give us hope. For it is finding it within ourselves, that we begin to see it everywhere we look.

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A place to share Love & Loss - music and media that makes us feel into this most powerful of life Contrasts. [Part of What is it to be human?... ...an ongoin...

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I relate fear to past experiences of pain. It is present when I don't acknowledge my own strenghts and my ability to grow and cope with the uncertain.

Hope for me is being reunited with people, sharing with strangers, the laughter no matter how difficult things are.

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An unfinished reflection on fear > ? < hope

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An unfinished reflection on fear > ? < hope

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On the other side of what we most fear, often lives our greatest hope or what we most desire.

In relationship to the world, we can live in fear and hope at the same, when we excavate below both, there is pure unconditional love, the essence of all things. When passed up through fear and fearful experiences, shadows are cast from the past into the present and beyond towards the future, the light / brighter parts we try to hang onto and live in are experienced as hopeful, more positive and ¨good¨, but this duality is only possible through our separation to the all encompassing light and darkness of love. In the darkness is potential, this may be the unconditional aspect of love, darkness includes and swallows all, whereas fear is a shadow which we may perceive as darkness, but once we enter it, we will know it as love.

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A beautiful poem about Love & Loss

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When you lose someone you love,
Your life becomes strange,
The ground beneath you gets fragile,
Your thoughts make your eyes unsure;
And some dead echo drags your voice down
Where words have no confidence.
Your heart has grown heavy with loss;
And though this loss has wounded others too,
No one knows what has been taken from you
When the silence of absence deepens.

Flickers of guilt kindle regret
For all that was left unsaid or undone.

There are days when you wake up happy;
Again inside the fullness of life,
Until the moment breaks
And you are thrown back
Onto the black tide of loss.

Days when you have your heart back,
You are able to function well
Until in the middle of work or encounter,
Suddenly with no warning,
You are ambushed by grief.

It becomes hard to trust yourself.
All you can depend on now is that
Sorrow will remain faithful to itself.
More than you, it knows its way
And will find the right time
To pull and pull the rope of grief
Until that coiled hill of tears
Has reduced to its last drop.

Gradually, you will learn acquaintance
With the invisible form of your departed;
And, when the work of grief is done,
The wound of loss will heal
And you will have learned
To wean your eyes
From that gap in the air
And be able to enter the hearth
In your soul where your loved one
Has awaited your return
All the time.

"For Grief" by John O'Donohue, from To Bless the Space Between Us: A Book of Blessings (Doubleday, 2008).

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When you lose someone you love, Your life becomes strange, The ground beneath you gets fragile, Your thoughts make your eyes unsure; And some dead echo drags your voice down Where words have no confidence. Your heart has grown heavy with loss; And though this loss has wounded others too, No one knows what has...

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Questions... for reflections & conversations

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Questions... for reflections & conversations

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Musings around love as quality of our being and the role of desire/attraction/attachment in the process of love and loss. 

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Musings around love as quality of our being and the role of desire/attraction/attachment in the process of love and loss. 

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I think it is hard to speak about love without people trying to articulate what it means for them before diving into questions. Bear with me as I attempt to articulate my thoughts about it. It is very important to be real about how much of the emotions that we associate with love are the result of biochemical reactions in our bodies (hormone-influenced). These biochemical reactions are responsible for pleasure, attraction, and attachment. Can we get very real where the feeling of loss is coming from? Is it coming from some sort of fear, anxiety, and self-pity? Is the feeling of loss really about "poor me" in some shape or form? If the feeling of loss evolves around how awful I feel, it is just a natural process of a loss of attachment of some kind. Nothing wrong with it, but when the object to which my biochemical reactions were responding is removed, the feeling of loss is inevitable, and no mystery in there. Love has another quality to it at least in how I see it at the moment. It has to do with the quality of my being, appreciation, full attention, and the absence of any kind of ownership. This kind of love is a quality that lives within rather than being triggered from outside, it is wise and expansive and it is where the great poems are born from. And I do not think it can be lost, unless attachment has developed and then we speak of a loss of attachment. Contact may be lost, but love not. Even in case of death, love is not lost, because the source of love is within me, not someone else. Perhaps it can transform, be channeled somewhere else, but it is not gone. Going back to attachment and desire.... they are the source of the music industry and "poor me" and "fuck you" are the main themes 😅 I am sure all levels could be present in a situation, but we feel the loss at the most devastating level when we are dealing with biological/biochemical side of desire/attraction/attachment/dependency which overwhelms our psychology.... withdrawal is a thing. So if the love that is the quality of our inner being is present, it is the time to channel it onto ourselves and be kind and patient to allow our bodies to readjust and psychology to self-regulate again. It is the viscera and the body that create the emotions. So emotions are less important than the body in this process. Once the release process is over, our love can expand again. I think if we differentiate what "love" entails it is easier to see what it is that we really suffer as a loss. And it is not the loss of love. If it is a quality of our being, it cannot be lost. If it is not, we cannot lose what's not there. I think when speaking of loss it is mostly a loss of someone's presence, dreams, imagined future, security, companionship, money, trust, self-confidence, conversations etc. etc.

I find it to be true for me today even if I cannot yet articulate it very well. Maybe it will change tomorrow ;)

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Dearest humans,

I write today holding the immensity of love and loss. Growing up, I was in a highly stressful and dysfunctional family system. I experienced violence and pain for 12 years which meant that I met loss before I met love. The presence of loss taught me that the grief, the pain were all pointing into a deeper inquiry of who we are, how we live and most critically, how we relate to/treat each other. The absence of care is a powerful teacher, it reminds us of what care is. It does so by torpedoing us towards the quest of recognising, finding and holding love. It led me to the most incredible and challenging places where piece by piece, bit by bit, I learnt about love. I write this to remember that loss is love.

Love

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"The child teaches the adult something else about love: that genuine love should involve a constant attempt to interpret with maximal generosity what might be going on, at any time, beneath the surface of difficult and unappealing behavior."

Alain de Botton

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·         I will not follow where the path may lead, but I will go where there is no path, and leave a trail. – Muriel Strode, My Little Book of Prayer.

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"The child teaches the adult something else about love: that genuine love should involve a constant attempt to interpret with maximal generosity what might be going on, at any time, beneath the surface of difficult and unappealing behavior."

Alain de Botton

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·         I will not follow where the path may lead, but I will go where there is no path, and leave a trail. – Muriel Strode, My Little Book of Prayer.

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Unless we talk about something terrible, such as a catastrophe, loss seems to me as the pain created by attachments. Love can be also that, a mirage of our own expectations;  when it´s authentic, true, and pure, is the giving away, the loss of vanity and fear.

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Unless we talk about something terrible, such as a catastrophe, loss seems to me as the pain created by attachments. Love can be also that, a mirage of our own expectations;  when it´s authentic, true, and pure, is the giving away, the loss of vanity and fear.

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S aimer - Stephane Laporte - original in French

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Source: https://www.lapresse.ca/debats/chroniques/stephane-laporte/201606/18/01-4993283-saimer.php

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To love yourself - Stephane Laporte - in English

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< Translated from the original to English by Catherine aided by Google ; )

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Elsk deg selv - Stéphane Laporte - in Norwegian

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<< Translated from the original to Norwegian by Catherine aided by Google ; )

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Elsk deg selv (Stéphane Laporte) - in Norwegian

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Coeur
>>> En-cour-age

You are young… we all are in our essence

Love <> evoLve
a love Evolution…

The wound is where the light enters is here too!!

Inter-being

"Vulnerability is our capacity to be wounded."

Liberation… setting free… (hurt and love)

Unkindness often come from those having been hurt

We can represent triggers for others

Forgiveness can ‘conquer’

Flow like the liberated freedom of water

We are all the children of life

Keep opening, living, loving, losing <3

Food for soul...

...Food for feeling

Truly holding ourselves for emergence

Thank you

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Love After Love: Derek Walcott’s Poetic Ode to Relearning to Be at Home in Ourselves After Heartbreak

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'Learning to love others begins with learning to love ourselves'

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The great Zen teacher Thich Nhat Hanh has written beautifully about why learning to love others begins with learning to love ourselves - a sentiment that the reactive modern cynic might dismiss as the vacant fodder of self-help books, but one which more considered reflection reveals to be deeply truthful and deeply uncomfortable. What, after all, does loving oneself even mean - particularly if we're aspiring to be unselfish and generous, and to outgrow the illusory ego-shell we call a self?

That's what Caribbean poet and playwright Derek Walcott (January 23, 1930-March 17, 2017) - a writer of such extraordinary poetic prowess that his 1992 Nobel Prize in Literature appears a wholly inadequate measure of his mastery and mesmerism - addresses with a luminous sidewise gleam in a poem titled "Love After Love," found in his Collected Poems: 1948-1984 (public library).

On an archival On Being episode titled "Opening to Our Lives," mindfulness pioneer Jon Kabat-Zinn reads Walcott's masterpiece - undoubtedly one of the greatest, most soul-stretching poems ever written. Please enjoy:

The time will come
when, with elation,
you will greet yourself arriving
at your own door, in your own mirror,
and each will smile at the other's welcome,
and say, sit here. Eat.
You will love again the stranger who was your self.
Give wine. Give bread. Give back your heart
to itself, to the stranger who has loved you

all your life, whom you ignored
for another, who knows you by heart.
Take down the love letters from the bookshelf,

the photographs, the desperate notes,
peel your own image from the mirror.
Sit. Feast on your life.

This reading is part of On Being's altogether wonderful poetry archive. Complement it with other poetry-lovers' readings of favorite poems: Amanda Palmer reads Wislawa Szymborska, David Whyte reads Mary Oliver, Joanna Macy reads Rainer Maria Rilke, and my reading of Mark Strand.

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Love After Love: Derek Walcott's Poetic Ode to Relearning to Be at Home in Ourselves After Heartbreak

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The great Zen teacher Thich Nhat Hanh has written beautifully about why learning to love others begins with learning to love ourselves - a sentiment that the reactive modern cynic might dismiss as the vacant fodder of self-help books, but one which more considered reflection reveals to be deeply truthful and deeply uncomfortable.

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loving and letting go... opening...

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(the) powers that (can) be

feel as relevant now as when first penned

which are /

how are we holding on?

which are /

how are we letting go?

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Perhaps pain is our most learned passageway to letting go?

Yet before the release of letting go, even before the surrender, may we need to embrace?

To wholly let go, must I fully embrace? Wholly feel?

Hold our embrace of pain close, with tenderness, with acceptance - cry or laugh if we have to - but not shy away from the pain... the shadows.

Not seek joy too soon. Not dismiss, nor deny the joys on - not only beyond - the pathway of pain.

With patience ~ We'll meet both. Oh, indeed!... only too well, we will meet. Whether we are loving or not:

...And in our embrace we will discover the edge of our letting go.

Perhaps a joyful pain,

perhaps a painful joy!

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"Pain is the doorway to the here and now. Physical or emotional pain is the ultimate form of ground, saying, to each of us, in effect, there is no other place than this place, no other body than this body, no other limb or joint or pang or sharpness but this searing presence. Pain asks us to heal by focusing on the very center of the actual torment and the very way the pain is felt.

Pain is an introduction and then an apprenticeship to alertness and particularity. Through the radical undoing and debilitation of repeated pain we are reacquainted with the essentialities of place and time and existence itself. In deep pain we have energy only for what we can do wholeheartedly and then, only within a narrow range of motion, metaphorically or physically, from tying our shoe-lace to holding the essential core conversations that are reciprocal and reinforcing within the close-in circle of those we love. Pain teaches us a fine economy, in movement, in what we choose to do, in the heart's affections, in what we ask of our selves and eventually in what we ask of others.

Pain's beautiful humiliations followed fully make us naturally and sincerely humble and force us to put aside the guise of pretence. In real pain we have no other choice but to learn to ask for help on a daily basis. Pain tells us we belong and cannot live forever alone or in isolation. Pain makes us understand reciprocation. In real pain we often have nothing to give back other than our own gratitude, a smile that looks half way to a grimace or the passing friendship of the thankful moment to a helpful stranger, and pain is an introduction to real friendship, it tests those friends we think we already have but also introduces us to those who newly and surprisingly come to our aid.

Pain is the first proper step to real compassion; it can be a foundation for understanding all those who struggle with their existence. Experiencing real pain ourselves, our moral superiority comes to an end; we stop urging others to get with the program, to get their act together or to sharpen up, and start to look for the particular form of debilitation, visible or invisible that every person struggles to overcome. We suddenly find instead, our understanding and compassion engaged as to why others may find it hard to fully participate.

Strangely, the narrow focus that is the central and most difficult aspect of bodily pain, calls for the greater perspective, for a bigger, more generous sense of humor. With the grand perspective real pain is never far from real laughter - at our self or for another watching that self -laughter at the predicament or the physical absurdity that has become a daily experience. Pain makes drama of an everyday life with our body and our presence firmly caught on stage and in the spotlight: we are visible to others in a way over which we have no choice, limping here or leaning there.

Lastly, pain is appreciation; above all for the simple possibility and gift of a pain free life- all the rest is a bonus. Others do not know the gift in simply being healthy, of being unconsciously free to move or walk or run. Pain is a lonely road, no one can know the measure of our particular agonies, but through pain we have the possibility, just the possibility, of coming to know others as we have, with so much difficulty, come to know ourselves."
Find out more about David Whyte's writing and events here.

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~from the now / presence in any particular

moment with (or without) perspective

...can be revealing of the

loving and the letting go

finding and wanting to find resonance

coming again

~a re-new-ed opening

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" ... and there really is something everywhere worth bearing witness to, even if the only word you have for it is love. Especially if the only word you have for it is love. It is what keeps us alive."

Catherine Coldstream

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Colin Blunstone (The Alan Parsons Project) - Old And Wise (1982/1991)  - Belfleur

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Letting go is loving, loving is letting go

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Letting go is loving, loving is letting go

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I love you, here said to:

~the child that you were/are, running free and remembering freedom.

~all the versions you have been and seen.

~the silences between your breaths.

~this beautiful brave breath, your eternal companion.

~your heart in its whole brokenness.

~the courage of your being to show up and be alive.

~everyone you have ever loved.

~your body for the safe vessel it is, that carries the spirit.

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Loving and waiting for love to become new things

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Loving and waiting for love to become new things

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Letting go, as it happens, wasn’t ready to let go

So we allowed it to be - pure, accepting and peaceful

And it shared with us its power, depth and liberation.

As we sat there, around burning embers

Connecting and whole

We all felt the embrace of togetherness

The presence of love,

Loving and…