Today I am fulfilled as I embrace life in all its splendor and open my heart for good. I am at home wherever I am, welcome and well received.
Love surrounds me, generosity abounds around me. I am who I was meant to be, having the life that was meant for me. Rich beyond my dreams, happy, healthy and exuberantly free.
Blessings,
©Lorrie
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Update:
Can you be Upset-Free no matter what the circumstances? That’s been my homework for the last two weeks in the “Breakthrough” Seminar I’m taking through Landmark Education.
And there have been circumstances…but since we seminarians committed to being conscious witnesses of our lives we’ve had to unravel the upsets rather than be blinded by them.
Probable causes of an upset (according to Landmark): thwarted intention, unfulfilled expectation or undelivered communication.
To further dismantle the issue, we also ask: Of what from my past does this remind me? Generally, when you are angry or upset, you’re not in present time.
Psychoanalyst Carl Jung said that what we don’t face within ourselves we end up meeting as fate. Ever know people who married their parents or reasonable facsimiles? Perhaps you are one of those people.
It reminds me of an old episode of the Mary Tyler Moore Show where a character is accused of some behavior. “I’m not like that,” she protests. “Mother was like that…You know, Mary,” she tosses off later. “You don’t know me at all…but it’s amazing how well you know my mother.”
Of the many chances I had last week to distinguish upsets, one seemed particularly poignant and in some ways impersonal. I joyously set out for my first walk in weeks since my ankle seemed less swollen.
One of the perks of living near the beach is walking on the warm sand, and I’d missed it. Initially I was filled with wonder, and then I started to see pieces of balloon strewn along the shore for what seemed like miles. Balloons are highly attractive to birds and also deadly.
Gathering the fragments before any more birds ingested them, I discovered more and more trash.
Incensed and self-righteous were two emotions I watched myself move in and out of as I spied dead birds along the path. Further, there were pools and clumps of oil so thick that my feet and fingers were black.
Easily obsessed with saving birds and groundwater, I reminded myself to enjoy the ocean, and to keep looking for how I would manage to maintain the pleasure of my walk.
Since part of my assignment was to be fearless, I even used a smelly plastic bag that appeared on the beach without questioning what germ-laden thing had been in it. (We all have our definitions of fearless.)
I’ve picked up trash many times on my walks but never so consciously focused on staying conscious of myself, my thoughts, and that I did not need to be upset even in a situation I might have thought called for it.
From the corner of my eye, I saw a woman in a leopard-colored bikini leave her friends at their blanket and come out to meet me. “This is for you,” she said, holding out a crystal.
I was stopped in my tracks. “Is it because I’m picking up trash?” I asked.
“It’s because I see you,” she said.
I can’t remember being given a crystal before. In fact, it’s a pendulum which I slipped into my pocket.
Farther along a woman with her son asked if I needed another bag. Since I did, she emptied her things from one and gave it to me.
As many times as I’ve picked up trash, I’ve never been stopped or felt seen. The only thing different about this walk was how I was holding the space in my mind. Something new was possible just by being conscious and not falling into an old pattern of hopelessness.
Having given a talk about my business earlier that day, I was still wearing a flowing red dress and I wondered if that was why so many people seemed to see me? But I’d worn it on walks before.
In the days that followed, I’ve continued gathering remnants of balloons and wondering about the parents who must have left a children’s party with those balloons so brightly tied along the shore, and not realized the legacy of a single act.
It’s unlikely they set out to kill birds, or pollute the sea. Somehow it didn’t occur to them after they turned their backs that what they left behind would fast become trash. I guess you could say that consciousness is ultimately everything.
In gratitude,
Lorrie
©Lorrie Kazan
