"People mistakenly assume that their thinking is done by their head; it is actually done by the heart which first dictates the conclusion, then commands the head to provide the reasoning that will defend it."
~Father Anthony De Mello
What I want most is a harmonious relationship
between my heart and my head.
It’s interesting when our head and heart is not expressing complimentary tones creating that dissonance that can feel like grinding gears.
Sometimes I find just the right words that others have written and they help me along through my journey and my difficulties.
I found them here in Blogosphere.
Meaningful relationships with others gives me the most satisfaction;
My most rewarding experiences come through sharing either in presence, or in writing, and connecting with the thoughts, ideas, emotions, essence, and presence of another.
I always feel a keen sense of accomplishment when my writing has taken me to a place that I needed to go and did not know it.
I love discovery and not just through my words.
Sometimes I feel the words of others are traveling towards me, seeking me as their target, as if my need for the right words, the right ideas, the right thought to take me to my next level of existence and knowing is calling out to them to find me.
Well, here's a little bit of a dilemma that I have come across and wonder about.
If we are attracting into our lives what we need, then other are attracting us into their lives because of what they need.
I am always unsure of what my right action is when the relationship is turbulent, or I am not happy, or they are not happy.
It seems if both are not willing to “evolve", then we have to go our separate ways.
It is complicated and probably would take an entire book.
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She is a very cute friend of mine who doesn't take life seriously.
Well, not taking life seriously has it's positives and negatives.
Life is about living and having fun. Cut them a break!
Looked away, Locked the door
Left the lights off been here before
Had enough, gone too far
I know who can tend all the scars
Feel this way every night
But I know who can make it alright
And so I write...
I got no one to go to,
So if you're reading this, good for you
I know you've felt like you were all alone,
But deep inside you knew you'd pull through"
Said I can't, swear I will,
They don't care what I even feel
Head phones in, music on
Drown them out; I'll do what I want
Prove them wrong, my intent,
There no time to be conceited
And to that end....
For you I write this letter,
I know things get worse before they're better
You didn't let him break all your ambitions,
I know you showed them, made them all believers"
Many times I have felt
A losing hand is what I've been dealt
All the mess, all the hate
Had me thinking it was too late
Take a breath, recompose
One by one, my doubts I'll dispose
So here it goes...
I must apologize
For all the times my faith was compromised
For all the days I wasted in depression
I know you've finally found some peace of mind"
The attachment to and the belief that one's point of view is the only one that should exist.
Whether in world politics, family structures, neighbors, it is all the same.
We tend to think our view of a situation, which is always skewed by ego and environment, is the only correct "answer", and we tend to need answers that suit our ego much more than we are willing to ask the right questions.
We love to place blame but how many of us look within for understanding and then act as examples.
But we sure do like the sounds of our own voices.
'xs ... back to work' and will take my one hour break : )
I do believe in Angels or Guides. Although I think many of us become stuck in the words we use to express that feeling of being guided.
Whether you believe in intuition, prophetic dreams, and many other senses of awareness, I believe it is all guided for our benefit. Some of us can experience the sensation of a scent and feel moved to do something specific - a scent can be that of a departed loved one and it moves us to look somewhere for an item we thought had been misplaced and there it is. Some of us feel a touch on our skin and are instantly brought back to a moment where we remember a bit of information that is necessary. And some people see angels.
Personally, I have had more than several occurrences of being guided by something other than my own consciousness. I choose to label it as little as possible since I believe strongly that while I love words and language, I do think that we tend to box ourselves into specific belief systems based on words, on labels and judgments and that what we need to do is feel more and sometimes think less. Otherwise, we run the risk of forgetting that we are here - again, in my opinion - to experience human life and all that it offers us. But that does not mean that we should be disconnected from whatever our source is, and the source often gets lost in the words we use to attempt to explain it.
One can not deny that we are connected to each other and that alone, for me, eliminates the illusion that left to our conscious minds, we can navigate the pathways of our lives on our own.
I do believe that we are our thoughts, however, I do not believe that we are even close to understanding how those thoughts appear. There are too many documented stories of people doing extraordinary things based on a hunch or a physical feeling that came over them suddenly to believe that some sort of wisdom other than our conscious selves is at place in our worlds.
And we, each of us, are someone else angel or guide in ways that perhaps we do not see. We meet, we connect in ways that might be unexplainable, we have different versions of a mutual experience, and then we move on -- guiding each others lives to a better place hopefully. And then, of course, there are experiences such as those I've had where the room is suddenly occupied by something larger than ourselves, something that consumes the air, something that lets us know in that moment that we are not alone, and that everything is going to be okay.
Father God, help me to stay strong through tough times. I know with you on my side I can overcome even if things get difficult. Even if it seems there is no way, I know you will make a way. I am determined to be willing and obedient to all you called me to do, in Jesus' name.
The notion of risk has to do inherently with fear - of survival, of failure, of anything going wrong, of loss, of safety...
When, what I do, becomes a risk? Maybe, when - statistically - the possibilities of my desired outcome are lower? or when I simply measure it in the "likelihood of occurrence of a hazard".
On the emotional plane, I guess, in common slang I have been taking a lot of risks. But, when I've changed my attitude toward what is and might possibly be happening, when I welcome whatever might come the way it might come, then, what I possibly could have seen as a risk in the first place, becomes now a new life adventure, a new learning experience. If one thing doesn't work out.. well, then there is a another. One door closes, another open.
And even talking about physical risks, let's say, jumping out of an airplane. The risk that the parachute doesn't open, well it is there. But this is merely inherent of the act itself. By knowing and accepting the possibilities you just do that, doing what is expected, doing what is "part of the deal".
Getting in a car is a risk. The probabilities of an accident are much higher than we actually think. But we don't really think about it. We change our way of seeing the act and we generally don't watch the possibilities of a risk; contrary: we actually feel confident.
What I am trying to stress out, is that labeling something with risk, has definitely to do with our attitude toward what we are doing (or not doing). We can change, not only the possibilities of "failure" by thinking of the outcome in a mostly positive way (vs. fearful), but also by being open to accept a completely different outcome, which would immediately transform the notion of risk into 'being part of the wonders of life'.
By all what I have done and "risked" in my life, there is never ever any moment where I think "Oh, I wish I wouldn't have done it.."
And by having said this.. and emptying my confused head into the keyboard, looking desperately for the right words in a language which is not mine (yet), I must say, that the last risk I took was writing this little blog here.. who knows if that makes any sense and if anybody might understand..
The purpose of others in life is like that of many mirrors, each with a unique point of view and reflections. Together they create the larger view and allow us to understand and see the world from views other than our own.
It is said that the key to life isn't in getting answers but in asking the right questions. This is a great question.
Whether we like it or not, life is one continuous journey of letting go. We have a tendency to try to hold on to everything that we have - the perfect relationship, our youth, our possessions - the list goes on. But life has a remarkable habit of taking away that which we may treasure at the time. Ask anyone in their 70s or 80s what it's like to watch their family and life-long friends dying around them. This is a challenge.
So what do I do to let go? I breathe deeply. I inhale the delicious fragrance of the present moment. I remind myself with my thoughts that there is no better place to be than the one I'm in right now. I spend as much time as I can outside in nature. There is something timeless and nourishing about the kiss of the sun on my skin and the song of the birds in my heart. In short, I stay present, knowing that, no matter what happens, all is well.
It seems that people have forgotten how to be thankful for the simple pleasures of life.
We all are so busy on our cell phones or rushing to our next “important thing” that we don't take time to slow down and enjoy the blessing of a gentle breeze on our face or the laughter of a small child.
God is in all these simple pleasures of life.
When we are connected to God we know that we have everything we need.