Category: Spiritual Self

Whose Story is it Anyway?

Whose Story is it Anyway?

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Geshe Thupten Dorjee

At the lunch table yesterday a discussion began… it actually continued from weeks ago. My friend Geshe Thupten Dorjee was describing teachings he is sharing with people to help them overcome challenges. He said that our suffering and pain comes from being unsatisfied and discontent. One reason is because we respond to things that happen in our lives with old behavior patterns.

An example he gave was of a hunter and a bear trap. If the hunter baits the trap the bear doesn’t have to step in it. The bear makes a choice to step into the trap or avoid it. Likewise, we make choices that either keep us trapped or give us freedom.

A few weeks ago our Voluntary Sustainability group was discussing the hook. I describe the hook as being dangled tauntingly by circumstances in our lives, especially in our relationships with other humans. We are so conditioned to respond in a certain way that we often bite the bait and the hook even when the consequences result in pain and suffering. And we know, even before biting the hook, that our behavior will create suffering in our lives….but we do it anyway.

Why?

Years ago a friend suggested I journal about my personal myth. I had no idea what she meant. My personal myth? But over the years I have come to understand that each of us has a story upon which we base our lives. Our story comes from society, family and teachers in our young lives but continues to grow as we become fixated on it and unable to break free from it. As a practicing psychotherapist, I witnessed some clients identify so strongly with labels and rigid personal stories that they found it almost impossible to find healing and wholeness. “I was an addict so …..” or “I was mistreated as a child so….” or “Nobody liked me in my family so…..”  All stories upon which their lives were tightly woven, too comfortable and familiar, even with suffering or agony, to rewrite.

Geshe-la gave the example of a medical doctor thinking that a fine car, huge home, country club membership and all the fluffy fixings were part of being a doctor, that those things defined what being a doctor means. Not that there is anything wrong with nice stuff, but creating a life story around a limiting societal belief gives a person little room to be fully able to bring their gifts and talents into this life, to experience freedom that comes from being authentic and real.

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The Work That Reconnects with Joanna Macy
by Simone Lipscomb

This lunchtime discussion created an opportunity for me to reflect upon our relationship with Earth. What stories do we buy into? What information do we take as valid without question? How have we failed to challenge mega corporations who continue to rape the planet?  They tell us we need what they are producing but do we? Whose story is that?

We have a most amazing opportunity to rewrite the story of our relationship with the planet. Each day we can add a new chapter. This is a living story, an unfolding love story….or a murder mystery. It is our choice.

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Manatee, Three Sister’s Springs
by Simone Lipscomb
Make Way for the Dreamers

Make Way for the Dreamers

rowe (2)We are the dreamers.

Recognizing our connection to something greater than human-created rules and boundaries, our spirits know no limits.

We have known oppression….ridicule…segregation….aggression. Even so, we continue to dream.

The dreamers see beyond apparent realities of the physical into the Great Unknown. We tap into possibilities and create from that vast Cosmic Cauldron.

We are the dreamers.

Peace, love, light…compassion, joy, celebration. Not words, but who we are…

We see all humans as part of this celebration of the Creative Impulse and invite you all to awaken to the dance with us.

Our tool is art–our art is prayer, poetry, music, movement, writing, photography, singing and all creative expressions.

We are the dreamers.

We are here.

rowe (1)Keep a fire for the human race
Let your prayers go drifting into space
You never know what will be coming down
Perhaps a better world is drawing near
And just as easily it could all disappear
Along with whatever meaning you might have found
Don’t let the uncertainty turn you around
(The world keeps turning around and around)
Go on and make a joyful sound

Into a dancer you have grown
From a seed somebody else has thrown
Go on ahead and throw some seeds of your own
And somewhere between the time you arrive
And the time you go
May lie a reason you were alive
But you’ll never know

Lyrics from For a Dancer, Jackson Browne

 

Mother of the Bride….

Mother of the Bride….


Since returning from my dive trip there has been a constant hum of activity that led to the arrival of my daughter and her fiancé and a week of celebrating Thanksgiving, shopping for a bridal gown, an Iron Bowl gathering, and their engagement party held at the river pavilion in my home community along the Magnolia River. With all the busy-ness I have had little time to write–that beloved exercise that keeps me happy and fit as much as paddling my SUP board, cycling or walking through live oaks and cypress trees.

While much of our time together was noteworthy, there was one day that stands out…profoundly. I was completely surprised at the emotions and tenderness that surfaced from within as we walked into Bliss Bridal store in Fairhope, Alabama. It was as if a curtain was opened and I glimpsed not only my daughter’s beauty but the beauty of every woman preparing herself for marriage.

And while she’d probably roll her eyes at my Jungian meanderings, the experience also reminded me of the marriage of the Higher Self to the lower or human self–the conscious joining of spiritual self to earthly self.

Standing in that wonderful store, it was as if a gateway opened and I saw my daughter’s spiritual self surrounded by white gowns symbolizing the purity of soul that each of us has. I understood on a deeper level the importance of acknowledging, through ceremony and celebration, the wedding of partners, of lovers. And the acknowledgement and celebration of the path that leads to higher spiritual awareness.

I took a photograph of Emily surrounded by gowns, as if gazing past their form into the depths of the Universe. I saw and understood, like never before, the inner marriage each of us can choose to make by committing to the spiritual self and reaching for a higher expression of humanness. She will argue she was just looking at wedding dresses. But I saw more.

I may be mother of the bride, but mostly I’m still learning from my daughter.