Thursday, January 22, 2009
Wednesday, January 21, 2009
Oopses are OK
During the inauguration yesterday, no doubt everyone noticed the big oops that happened as the Chief Justice was guiding President Obama through the inaugural oath.
I could sense the nervousness that this had caused both the President and the Chief Justice, because had it been me up there I'd have been nervous, whether I was the President or the Chief Justice. So I put myself in their shoes to know what they must have been going through. Just being up there in front of the world would make one nervous enough, but to experience a blunder would make us want to crawl under a rock and hide.
For me, this little blooper was a wonderful example to the world that we all make mistakes, and that we shouldn't expect perfection from everyone or even ourselves. Everyone, even our leaders and teachers are human.
I also don't mind that Vice President Biden tried to crack a joke about it. It shows that our leaders can have a sense of humor, and I think our country needs some light-heartedness to lift our spirits up from the darkness and gloom we've been in for such a long time. Kind jokes have wonderful healing powers, to help ease the tension we feel because of mistakes we've made. I know that if others witness me making a mistake, I appreciate a gentle laugh which helps me to relax. This way, I am more motivated to learn from my mistake and grow, instead of wasting time feeling guilty and embarrassed about it.
Try to do the best you can. If you make a mistake, move on. If no one was harmed, it's OK to laugh about it to ease the heart and mind. Also, as you know your own potential to make mistakes, forgive others for theirs.
I could sense the nervousness that this had caused both the President and the Chief Justice, because had it been me up there I'd have been nervous, whether I was the President or the Chief Justice. So I put myself in their shoes to know what they must have been going through. Just being up there in front of the world would make one nervous enough, but to experience a blunder would make us want to crawl under a rock and hide.
For me, this little blooper was a wonderful example to the world that we all make mistakes, and that we shouldn't expect perfection from everyone or even ourselves. Everyone, even our leaders and teachers are human.
I also don't mind that Vice President Biden tried to crack a joke about it. It shows that our leaders can have a sense of humor, and I think our country needs some light-heartedness to lift our spirits up from the darkness and gloom we've been in for such a long time. Kind jokes have wonderful healing powers, to help ease the tension we feel because of mistakes we've made. I know that if others witness me making a mistake, I appreciate a gentle laugh which helps me to relax. This way, I am more motivated to learn from my mistake and grow, instead of wasting time feeling guilty and embarrassed about it.
Try to do the best you can. If you make a mistake, move on. If no one was harmed, it's OK to laugh about it to ease the heart and mind. Also, as you know your own potential to make mistakes, forgive others for theirs.
Tuesday, January 20, 2009
Contract... Expand...
The fog is starting to clear. I'm going to work on coming out again. (We seriously draw inwards at times.) Watching all the festivities today has helped, and the hopefulness I feel for the world has helped me lift up out of the fog some.
Here's a clipping someone posted in the Rosicrucianism Yahoo group I belong to. I'm not Christian, but what I want to point out with the clipping is that when it feels like all hope is lost and we're at the very bottom of the well, we can cry for God or the angels to help us, whoever or whatever God is, whether God is the Universe and beyond, or our imagination, or a wise man sitting on a throne. If God is Allah, Jesus, YHVH, Buddha, Krishna, our Higher Selves, Masters, Angels, Everything, Nothing, You, Me, it's OK to ask for help. Maybe all we need to do is finally just surrender when we can't struggle anymore.
Anyway, enough of my chat. Here's the clipping:
St. Antony the Great once was living in the desert. The demons were giving him a hard time, beat him up, left him in a coma. Eventually folks found the body and carried him to the church, planning a funeral in the morning. In the middle of the night he got up and went back to his cave. And immediately the mean and nasties were at him again. Finally he called out in desperation, "Lord, help me!" and immediately Christ appeared and the demons scattered. "Lord, where were you when I needed you?" "I was always here, but I wanted to see what you were made of. As soon as you called (rather than relying on your own struggle) I am present."
http://www.fordham.edu/halsall/source/hesychasm1.html
Here's a clipping someone posted in the Rosicrucianism Yahoo group I belong to. I'm not Christian, but what I want to point out with the clipping is that when it feels like all hope is lost and we're at the very bottom of the well, we can cry for God or the angels to help us, whoever or whatever God is, whether God is the Universe and beyond, or our imagination, or a wise man sitting on a throne. If God is Allah, Jesus, YHVH, Buddha, Krishna, our Higher Selves, Masters, Angels, Everything, Nothing, You, Me, it's OK to ask for help. Maybe all we need to do is finally just surrender when we can't struggle anymore.
Anyway, enough of my chat. Here's the clipping:
St. Antony the Great once was living in the desert. The demons were giving him a hard time, beat him up, left him in a coma. Eventually folks found the body and carried him to the church, planning a funeral in the morning. In the middle of the night he got up and went back to his cave. And immediately the mean and nasties were at him again. Finally he called out in desperation, "Lord, help me!" and immediately Christ appeared and the demons scattered. "Lord, where were you when I needed you?" "I was always here, but I wanted to see what you were made of. As soon as you called (rather than relying on your own struggle) I am present."
http://www.fordham.edu/halsall/source/hesychasm1.html
Friends are Valuable
I spent a long time thinking "gifted and talented" meant "odd".
When I was younger, very young, they gave me an IQ test and stuck me in some program once a week.
No one my age liked me. Kids beat me up. So, most of my friends have always been older. And it was this way all through elementary school and high school.
The point is, being alone is not any fun, and I spent years being alone. And you can continue to criticise me for my fear of being alone.
I've noticed that when the going gets tough, friends help pull me out.
Thanks for the friends who pull me out, not by giving me sympathy, but by just being there when I want to talk about the weather. And thanks to the friends who don't mind when I want my space, (and I seem to want my space rather often).
God or no God, friends are always there. And if there is a God, He/She seems to manifest - at least for me - in the form of friends.
I don't see myself having a social life outside of the Internet because I just don't think I want one, even though I've tried. It has nothing to do with being afraid of life. It's just how I want to live my life. I had enough of a social life in college, so I can say I've "been there, done that".
The Internet allows me, us, to touch each others' hearts all around the globe, and we don't need a plane ticket to do that. We're not really alone.
When I was younger, very young, they gave me an IQ test and stuck me in some program once a week.
No one my age liked me. Kids beat me up. So, most of my friends have always been older. And it was this way all through elementary school and high school.
The point is, being alone is not any fun, and I spent years being alone. And you can continue to criticise me for my fear of being alone.
I've noticed that when the going gets tough, friends help pull me out.
Thanks for the friends who pull me out, not by giving me sympathy, but by just being there when I want to talk about the weather. And thanks to the friends who don't mind when I want my space, (and I seem to want my space rather often).
God or no God, friends are always there. And if there is a God, He/She seems to manifest - at least for me - in the form of friends.
I don't see myself having a social life outside of the Internet because I just don't think I want one, even though I've tried. It has nothing to do with being afraid of life. It's just how I want to live my life. I had enough of a social life in college, so I can say I've "been there, done that".
The Internet allows me, us, to touch each others' hearts all around the globe, and we don't need a plane ticket to do that. We're not really alone.
Monday, January 19, 2009
Dream Date January 19, 2009
I was laying on the top of a bunk bed. I was staring at the ceiling, which was painted red. I took a pencil and drew a circle on the ceiling. Then I regretted drawing it because I didn't know if I'd be able to erase it without harming the paint.
My therapist was sitting at a computer in the room. She got up and walked over to me, handed a big stack of photographs to me and said, "I'm worried about you. Look through these photographs and see how happy you used to be. You've got to do something."
I looked through the photographs. There were photos of me from about four or five years ago, and I looked happy and healthy, there were also photos of me from when I was in flags in high school. In the flag photos I stood tall and proud. I cried to see myself then, because I missed her. There was a photograph of me blowing out some birthday candles, but in the photo I wasn't in focus or clear, it seemed more like I was a spirit and I was bright.
My therapist was sitting at a computer in the room. She got up and walked over to me, handed a big stack of photographs to me and said, "I'm worried about you. Look through these photographs and see how happy you used to be. You've got to do something."
I looked through the photographs. There were photos of me from about four or five years ago, and I looked happy and healthy, there were also photos of me from when I was in flags in high school. In the flag photos I stood tall and proud. I cried to see myself then, because I missed her. There was a photograph of me blowing out some birthday candles, but in the photo I wasn't in focus or clear, it seemed more like I was a spirit and I was bright.
...
there is no spiritual journey
it is all one big psychological prank
[Update February 6, 2009 - I change my mind about that.]
it is all one big psychological prank
[Update February 6, 2009 - I change my mind about that.]
Sunday, January 18, 2009
We Are One
I spent a couple hours watching the Presidential Inaugural celebration. It certainly pumped up the good vibes. With a motto like "We are One", why wouldn't I be pumped?
Seeing all the happy smiling people who were dancing, waving and singing felt really nice.
Seeing all the happy smiling people who were dancing, waving and singing felt really nice.
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