So, yea, I hadn"t considered one thing... what do you do when you have a zit? Today, I have become a zit face out of no where. I don't really care about zits... as long as they are, um, deflated. But, all throughout the day today, I have found several that needed deflating. What the heck?
I was reminded today of a Radio Lab podcast I heard a while back on "Words." Specifically, the story of a neuroanatomist, who described her experience of having a stroke. It came on in flashes; a moment which she would describe as internal silence, where the mental chatter would cease and she would be left with being in the present experience - a complete peace, followed by the left hemisphere firing back up and realizing she was having a stroke - she needed help - have to...get help... maybe... and suddenly *Zap* pure peace again. By the time she was in the hospital, she was unconscious. It was a battle for many years to get her words back, but she recalls those times of being wordless, chatterless, as being utter peace, to experience the unadulterated experience of sensation. While we, with endless chatter, recognize the sun is shining and might hear the words in our head, "oh, look the sun is shining," she would merely feel the sun hitting her face and experience, from moment to moment, the sun hitting her face... the warmth.... the bliss. She admitted that given the choice between having her words or experiencing the moment, it would be difficult to decide. I am so inspired by that story. While I hope I or you never experience a stroke, I am provoked to wonder whether we might be able to adopt a bit of that peace into our own experience by simply aspiring to a level of conciousness that disallows the gratuitous chatter that pulls us away from experiencing the moments we could be cherishing fully. I believe the possibility is in us, if only we see our greatness - the boundless, incredible potential to experience the present - the power to choose not to define ourselves by anything exterior, past or future and just be, fully be.
I have been honored with the responsibility of being a part of training a wonderful family. I have to leave you all with an inspiring moment I had in our first meeting recently. I had mentioned I had quit wearing make up a while back because I had realized that I was attached to wearing it because I felt unworthy and unattractive without it. I no longer wanted to be a slave to it and felt the need to be free. she said, "Yea, but you're beautiful. Your complexion is clear and you have no laugh lines..." And there was my epiphany... and very real truth for all of us to recognize... that, we sometimes disguise our self abuse in the complements we think abuot and express to others. Had I heard the inner dialogue following what she said to me, it would have said, "and I don't have a clear complexion. I have laugh lines." She is a lovely, beautiful, strong woman. But, it doesn't matter how she appears to others. She sees what she believes to be her weaknesses and her thoughts about herself stop there. The opportunities we have to rob ourselves of our happiness are endless. It takes proaction and mindfulness to stop those thoughts and refuse to allow them to become our beliefs. Afterall, nothing matters but our content. Nothing matters, but our content basking in each moment. Please let me know you are out there. Especially let me know if you are with me on this journey. Share your thoughts. Let's inspire each other to move to the next level and begin experiencing in the present!
In realizing the mirror, for me, is a tool of self abuse and destruction, I decided to go without it for an entire month and write about it. This means I will not so much as glance into mirror at my face or my body for an entire month.
Thursday, November 4, 2010
And all of a sudden, puberty? Day 3
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3 comments:
Chelle, I have been reading your posts and find it very candid and intriguing. What an interesting journey you must be on! I think about the things I do myself, like which store I don't mind being seen in if I'm in sweats in a ballcap, and which one I feel a little intimidated in. Obviously, I know the cashiers don't care what I wear to pick up a gallon of milk, but still, somehow I feel very self conscious!
Interesting about the "zit" comment...Was wondering who you assigned to make sure you aren't walking around with, uh, "bats in the cave" so to speak :) (Some things you simply MUST have a mirror for!)
Hi Jacq!
I am reading your blog with great interest and I admire your effort
and your honest introspection.
It reminds me of a conversation I had with my husband. Maeve -- our new little baby is gorgeous. Her legs seem short. I said to Randy, "What if she gets the thickness of my legs and the shortness of yours? (with horror in my voice, as if this would be a horrible curse)"
Randy smiled and said, "Oh Megan -- don't you know what would happen then? -- Short, thick legs would become the most beautiful kind of legs to us."
love you Jacq.
@Anon. - love that... and a very true testament to that wonderful husband of yours - and to you. Maeve is in the perfect hands to grow with a sense of being from the beginning.
@Growgardengrow - bats in the cave... it gives me something to do on my long commute to work!!!
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