I’m Sad When They Are Sad

Today I’ve been enjoying reflecting on how much I’ve learned about self-inquiry and having my own business in the past several years.

I looked at a few emails I sent when I started my email list, in early 2011.

I would email the dates and time for anything I was about to teach, and months would go by between one email and the next.

Then….a really wonderful friend who also loves The Work (we met because he signed up for one of my teleclasses) kept prodding me to expose myself, wide open.

He knows a lot about marketing.

“Write about your own work”, he said.

I hemmed and hawed and he kept saying DO IT! He sent me examples, ideas, hints, encouragement.

Well….here’s an updated version of one of my first emails. I thought I’d share it with you all today as a way to revisit that old belief that reappears sometimes now and again.

Dear Inquirer,

Although it was scary at first (and still is at times), doing The Work with others and allowing them to see where I hide from the world and myself, is one of the most liberating things I’ve ever done…and continue to do….

…my heart…bare and naked!

So…

I share my work here for two reasons.

One is, to help dispel the myth that people who’ve been “in” The Work for a long time are in some way “different,” more “evolved,” or “superior.”

Wherever and whomever you are, is just right. There are no special answers, special qualities or special ways of being that happen with any guarantee whatsoever.

And I guess the 2nd reason is sort of the same.

To remind you that we’re all working on the same thoughts and can learn from each other’s work.

I continue to marvel at how everyone’s work in my classes…is MY work, too.

I’m also amazed at the courage, integrity, and innocence of “us.”

My clients and class members inspire me.

With that said, here’s a one-liner that reappeared with respect to someone I’m really close to recently:

“He/She should stop hurting.

I look out into the world, I talk with the most amazing, beautiful people, and sometimes I feel a sense of sadness that they are “hurting” or suffering; grieving, smoking, drinking, overeating, hopeless, full of despair, cheated, lost, desperate, suicidal, afraid…
They feel sad, so I feel sad.
Now that’s rather…funny really. I love how right in the moment that I am interpreting that person as unhappy, that I myself feel unhappy.
This happens often with parents. As a mom, I look at my kids and think wow…I really want them to be happy.
Who would you be without the thought that she/he is sad?
That question alone is so liberating. I realize immediately how sadness is not all they are….
….and it’s not all of me, either.
I’ll continue on this theme tomorrow.
We’re all in this together.

With much love, Grace