Right and wrong... incorrect?
For most of my life I've experienced the world with the lens of right and wrong.
I'm beginning to realize that this judgment of justice is highly subjective. Perhaps the truth of this existence is beyond my own sense of right and wrong.
Where is your sense of justice keeping you from truth?
My meditation, prayer, and mindfulness practices have brought a new sense of peace as I let go of details. I am also releasing attachment to my sense of control and illusion of being able to plan for anything.
With this sense of peace comes a fear that the peace will dissociate me from reality. Especially as a parent, I feel fear that feeling such peace may lead me away from the responsibilities I hold dear to my heart.
“I am afraid I am becoming less aware.” I said today to a trusted, wise, and beloved old friend.
“I hear nothing that indicates you are becoming less aware.” He replied. “In fact, I hear many signs that indicate you are becoming more aware.”
My mind is pretending not to understand.
My heart knows he is right.
Where is your mind playing tricks on you these days?
Beauty and truth
Many have said that beauty is in the eye of the beholder. But wouldn't it be more accurate to say that beauty is in the choice of the beholder? For it is my choice more than my eye that brings me to beauty. My eye follows me when I decide to wonder at a beautiful crack in the sidewalk, appreciate fine art, or even take in a performance.
Where can you decisions bring more beauty to your eye?
Fear of losing self in meditation
Sometimes I feel such a deep peace in meditation that I feel afraid that I might get lost in it. Long deeper into this fear, I find that I don't fully trust a mindful life to bring success and purpose.
There is a story in my unconscious that says being at peace throughout the day means not getting anything done.
Today I am seeking to rewrite that story by being productively mindful and at peace.
Care to join me?
Robots and humans
No matter how advanced robots get, they will never be human.
The complexity of dancing between thought and feeling can not be programmed.
How could we ever know a robot or machine to be self aware, if we can not even know that other humans are so without learning into faith?
Morning new beginnings
Every morning is a new start. Today I want to live with joy and faith.
What are you calling into your life this morning?
Dancing with perfection
I have often caught myself living in future scenarios that are perfect, where everything has finally clicked into place.
I have often resisted being fully present to the perfection of having all I need and more in the present moment.
This dance with perfection tends to leave me hopeful and exhausted.
How are you dancing with perfection? Who is the lead?
Fear of fulfillment
I resist peace in my life sometimes because I'm afraid I'll lose out on having any fun. What will I do with my indulgences if I am already fulfilled?
Where are you afraid of stepping into who you can truly be? What seems to be and what is actually at stake?
Why; who, what, where, when, how?
Avoiding the “why” has helped me to get into the details of my existence. Asking why can help me to explore the depth of what is at hand, but sticking to the who, what, where, when, and how helps me to understand the facts around me.
When do you ask why? When do you choose inquiry without asking why?
Fear lives in the anticipation
I have a strategy that has worked well for years. It goes something like this.
- Define a goal
- Anticipate all potential obstacles to that goal
- Plan for how to navigate all potential obstacles
- Execute plan
- If plan fails, return to step 2 and re-asses obstacles
- Iterate planning and execution cycle until goal is achieved
Not a bad approach, right? Yet today I am seeing this through the lense of fear in anticipation. This is a strategy driven by fearing what could go wrong. Each step constantly pushes my awareness out of the present moment and into an unknown and dangerous set of possible future failures.
How could you work toward a goal without summoning the fear that lives within anticipation?