Sweet and tart….the deliciousness of all thinking and tasting

meditationThe other day I shared with you that I just came from a week-long retreat on the wild, rocky, cold northern California coast.

Every day we had almost exactly the same schedule, starting with silent sitting meditation, a silent meal of breakfast, then a talk by the remarkable and wise Adyashanti, silent lunch, silent break, followed by three silent sitting meditations, silent dinner, and the fabulous Q and A in the evening (called “satsang” in Eastern religious traditions) and finally one more silent sitting meditation followed by….

….you guessed it, silent sleeping.

I loved every part.

Except.

Even if all this was called “silent” (no talking, no unnecessary sounds or rustlings in the meditation hall, no gestures or trying to catch someone’s eye)….

….its not exactly silent on the inside.

Have you noticed?

That mind just chatters away like a committee of monkeys or chickens, doesn’t it?

Many of us are deeply aware of this “problem”.

We especially want the negative, irritable, scary, depressed thoughts to be quiet.

But what if we inquired into this belief, this troubling thought, about our thinking itself?

What kinds of thoughts do you have about your own mind?

I know…..it can get pretty vicious the way we sometimes attack our own minds, our process of this thing called “thinking”.

My thoughts are driving me crazy. I want them to leave me alone. They should shut up! They are destroying my peace. My thoughts are brutal, insane, ridiculous, stupid, repetitive, boring and self-centered.

Can someone give me a lobotomy on my disturbing, totally confused thoughts?

Ha ha.

But let’s inquire.

Let’s give even this grand gesture of Attack of Thought Itself a good look.

My thoughts destroy my peace and drive me mad.

Is this true?

Yes.

And I know from doing The Work that when they dissolve, I become more free.

I know my thinking creates my stress. I want an attitude adjustment! I can’t seem to get it all squared away and done with, once and for all.

But are you absolutely sure your thinking destroys your peace, drives you mad, and that you want to them all to go away?

No. Not at all, really.

How do you react when you believe you must get rid of your “negative” thoughts?

How do you treat yourself when you believe “your” thinking is destroying your peace?

Caught in a loop of judgment.

“I” am doing this wrong.

“I” need to fix this thinking.

Thoughts must die.

(Have you ever had this kind of thinking about people, by the way, who have upset you, or other difficult situations in the world like war, or anything you may find frightening?)

Destroy it! Bring out the posse! Grab your pitchforks and firearms! Attack!

How about truly inquiring instead?

They are YOUR thoughts, are you sure?

Thinking is never-ending….and that’s bad because why?

Peace is wiped out if you THINK something….have you checked?

(Check right now, if you want).

What would you be, without being against your own mind?

What if thinking, and thoughts, and mind, was all here to serve you, to serve life?

What if even this process of repeating ideas, returning to the same thoughts over and over, thinking frightening things….

….was actually happening for good purpose?

An invitation.

Maybe your poor little mind just wants to do its job.

Work!

Might as well give it some great questions it can answer, instead of wishing it would die.

Fortunately, The Work is just that.

It’s called The Work, Katie jokes, because it is actually…. ….well….work.

She also suggests that we have only two choices: question your thinking, or believe it.

Notice there isn’t a choice: wipe out all your negative thoughts from the face of the earth (from the mind) WITHOUT work.

I notice, I don’t want that anyway.

Turning the thoughts around: My thoughts are driving me sane. I do not ever want them to leave me alone. They should shout as loud as they need to shout, continuously, until I pay attention! They are creating my peace. My thoughts are gentle, sane, normal, smart, patterned (not repetitive), exciting and other-centered.

Wow.

It makes me chuckle out loud!

And I notice, my brain is running just like everyone else’s brain.

I don’t yell at my heart or my lungs or my organs to stop doing their job. So what if I welcomed all my painful thinking?

What if I opened my arms to all the little compulsive automated evolutionary function of this built-in energy called “thinking”?

What if I accepted that this mind is a little micro chip of awareness, created especially for this life to form memory, to warn for danger, to help operate the actions of this body, to support a return to peace.

I don’t know how, but starting with this first step of being willing to allow all thoughts to be feels like a huge relief, an awesome gift, and a way out.

Just like all the people you ever got upset with.

Or all the situations you ever hated.

Letting them be here.

Ahhhhhhh.

No more control.

Gosh.

That felt so juicy, and delicious, and sparkling, and open….

….I suddenly realized I forgot was “I” was thinking.

Relax, by Ellen Bass
“Bad things are going to happen.
Your tomatoes will grow a fungus
and your cat will get run over.
Someone will leave the bag with the ice cream
melting in the car and throw
your blue cashmere sweater in the drier.
Your husband will sleep
with a girl your daughter’s age, her breasts spilling
out of her blouse. Or your wife
will remember she’s a lesbian
and leave you for the woman next door. The other cat–
the one you never really liked–will contract a disease
that requires you to pry open its feverish mouth
every four hours. Your parents will die.
No matter how many vitamins you take,
how much Pilates, you’ll lose your keys,
your hair and your memory. If your daughter
doesn’t plug her heart
into every live socket she passes,
you’ll come home to find your son has emptied
the refrigerator, dragged it to the curb,
and called the used appliance store for a pick up-drug money.
There’s a Buddhist story of a woman chased by a tiger.
When she comes to a cliff, she sees a sturdy vine
and climbs half way down. But there’s also a tiger below.
And two mice–one white, one black–scurry out
and begin to gnaw at the vine. At this point
she notices a wild strawberry growing from a crevice.
She looks up, down, at the mice.
Then she eats the strawberry.
So here’s the view, the breeze, the pulse
in your throat. Your wallet will be stolen, you’ll get fat,
slip on the bathroom tiles of a foreign hotel
and crack your hip. You’ll be lonely.
Oh taste how sweet and tart
the red juice is, how the tiny seeds
crunch between your teeth.”

Thinking happens.

So does peace and delight.

Endless, endless.
Can you taste it?
Much love, Grace
P.S. Upcoming inquiry events with Grace for 2016:
Eating Peace Retreat January 22-24, 2016 north Seattle, WA $347
Half Day Mini Retreat April 2, 2016 Seattle
Eating Peace Retreat April 15-17, 2016 Newark, CA $347 (last time at this fee)
Money 8 Week Telecourse Jan 14-March 3, 2016 Thursdays 2-3:30 pm Pacific Time (By donation–suggestion $150-$395)
Question Money 3 Day Retreat March 25-27, 2016 Seattle $395
The Work of Byron Katie with Grace: Delete Your Suffering May 13-15, 2016 $395
Breitenbush Annual Deep Dive The Work June 24-28, 2016 $395 plus food and lodging through Breitenbush
Summer Camp For The Mind Immersion TeleJams in The Work July-August 2016
Being With Byron Katie Silent Streamed Retreat July 9-12, 2016 Kenmore, WA $165 (accommodation available for a few at inexpensive fee)

Good news….you could be wrong (and one spot in tomorrow’s Seattle retreat)

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Wide open wild ocean at Asilomar, where I’ve been retreating. And now…..more retreating in daily life!

I have missed you this week, I love sharing with you so much, and hearing from those who write.

I have just come away from a primarily silent retreat with the inspiring and loving teacher Adyashanti for seven days.

The only time there was speaking, was if you raised your hand, Adya called on you, and you came to the microphone (in front of 300 people) to ask him a question or have a conversation about this thing called life.

I asked Adya a question.

How do I bring this profound silence and joy that I receive here on retreat into my daily life, and stay connected to serving and being peace?

It was such a good answer.

He is always very kind and generous, and not judgey.

But if I could sum up the answer in one fell swoop, although it was much longer and sweeter than this, it would be:

Don’t be afraid of getting disturbed.

Oh.

Right.

Questioning what’s going on.

I can do that.

We all can do that.

And not just questioning what’s going on when we feel unhappy, or upset, or sad, or mixed up about things….

….but even telling an uncomfortable situation to come on in.

It’s welcome.

When I wish for my life to be one big long retreat, and a retreat has to look like lots of silence and open time, and space and gentleness, good simple meals, lack of work….

….then I will be disappointed.

And very, very confused.

Because really? That’s not what I want at all.

I want life to be exciting, and challenging, and fascinating, and full of wonder and miracles, and change and destruction, and rebirth and passion.

I want what Life wants.

When I don’t, it hurts real bad.

So today, as I have a day of travel and writing and getting ready for a half day retreat tomorrow in inquiry, I can remember about how every single time I thought I knew how life should go and could not find flexibility in my thinking….

….things got a bit worse.

Every time I have stopped, questioned what I believed to be the truth about any situation….

….things got better.

Eventually.

Today, I am so grateful for every harsh, difficult thing I’ve ever gone through, because of what it’s given me along the way.

Today, I am so grateful for laundry, children, cleaning the bathroom, making copies of retreat materials for participants tomorrow, doing the dishes, and cleaning out the Inbox of emails.

Do I really want my daily life to be like a silent retreat with non-stop spiritual guidance?

Who had the idea that it isn’t?

Oh yeah!

That was me!

The good news….if that was little me who had that thought, I could be wrong!

Much love, Grace

P.S. Last minute shuffling looks like one spot has opened up for tomorrow’s December 12 mini retreat 1:30-5:30 pm. Question your mind, change your life. Really.

One of us can be more aware…..and it’s not them

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question violence, rise up with peace

In the fourth month of Year of Inquiry, we look at our complaints.

We use an awesome exercise that I first did at Byron Katie’s School for The Work, a 9 day program with Katie where everyone gets to question their thoughts every day, all day long, about the world.

I’ve been to three schools, either as participant or staff.

The first time I did this exercise, it felt like I would never stop writing.

I actually didn’t.

Stop writing, that is.

The group process needed to move on, even though some us felt like our lists were unfinished.

The prompt?

What do you complain about, and why?

I complain about _____ because _____.

You can give it five minutes right now, in your journal.

It’s a little overwhelming, once you get started, right?

At least this was my experience.

(And still is, by the way….if that mind gets started on complaints, they are never-ending: war, greed, betrayal, disparity, overpopulation, climate change, partners, disease, dandelions, addiction, complainers, garbage, chores, marriage, time, divorce, money, laundry. OK I will actually stop now).

But there are always some people who have very few complaints.

Which is really sweet.

And you only need one.

You don’t have to get all hyper aware of all the troubles of the world, life, my life, your life, everyone’s life, the entire history of everything….

….like I sometimes do.

But my favorite part is wondering WHY I have any complaint in particular.

It’s the part where you say….

….I complain about ____ BECAUSE.

That complainer voice wants to say “I have my reasons!”

It’s pretty defensive, full of grief, or despair.

But one day, I noticed that really, all my reasons for why I complained were because of one thing.

Fear.

I was scared, if I thought about whatever it was I was complaining about.

If I encountered it live in living color (as opposed to on the news or in the movies) even worse.

It was like I was running around as if being chased…..like a cartoon character.

Help! Help! The Sky Is Falling! The Sky! Help! See Over There? See Over Here? Help! Sky! Falling! HHHHEEEELLLLPPPPP!!!!

OK. Shhhhh.

Really?

(That’s my very wise very funny fairy godmother talkin’. Come here child, she says, with her big arms open wide. Stop your fussing.)

The other day our Year of Inquiry group looked at the thought “he’s getting violent” after spending a short time writing our answers to the prompt above.

One of our members noticed someone she loved (her brother) escalating his voice, his words, his volume recently when she was present.

We could all find our own situations, even if the violence we pictured was in far away places in the world, where we really believed “this situation is getting violent”.

It IS violent.

(Shivering with fear, deciding I will never go there again, angry at the threat).

But who would you be without the belief that it is absolutely violent, all of it is violence, all of it destructive and devastating and all leading to nothing good?

This is NOT ABOUT DENIAL.

It is simply noticing what happens when you imagine NOT labeling things as severely dangerous (or mildly dangerous for that matter).

With the label “violent”….

…I avoid, I close and shut down, I don’t make the phone call, I do not act, I hide, I feel small, I act small, I swear, I call people names, I don’t trust.

It’s a kind of fake prison space, like purgatory, an in-between zone of non-action and closing the world off.

This place feels small and trapped, and suffocating.

Time to take a breath.

A deep one.
And ask “who would I be without the belief that it is violent and therefore must be avoided or shut down/destroyed?”
What if I simply could not tell a horrible story about what I see here, in this situation, where intense energy is bursting forth?
What if I couldn’t believe that life was absolutely dangerous in a fearful way?
Wow.
I almost don’t know how to describe it, it’s so weird and unusual and off the map and not of the mind….
….to consider being in this moment, let alone being around something loud (like shouting or guns) without the thought “this is dangerous, violent, fearsome, wrong.”
But I do notice a relaxing within, as the inquirer did who questioned the thought about her brother.
Without the belief, she could see her brother, terrified about what he was perceiving.
He was scared.
Without her own conclusions and label called “violent”, she would see his fear but not join it.
Without knowing what to do next, without needing to know.
Turning the thought around:
My thinking is violent, towards these other people, towards the news, towards this person I love (when I think they are the violent one).
My thoughts rip the entire world to shreds and use events to prove my point….
….”this world is dangerous, sad, lost, horrible, a disaster.”
(Shhhh, Says Godmother).
I am violent to myself, never feeling satisfied with who I am, never thinking I am enough.
I am violent to myself in the very situation when I think another person is violent….
…..because right in the middle of it, I consider myself too small to make a difference, too small to stay there, too impossible to connect with the ones acting out, too insignificant to speak up, to stand up, to rise up.
Without the belief that they are violent….
….you might be a voice for peace, rather than hatred, anger, apathy, giving up or depression.
This does not mean you should walk directly into an angry mob, or not move away from someone who starts yelling in a cafe, or feel the heartbreak of learning about people killing other people.
But without the labeling, the black-and-white thinking….
….I might work to help change the roots of the violence. I may think of more interesting and creative possibilities. I may start a movement.
“Darkness cannot drive out darkness; only light can do that. Hate cannot drive out hate; only love can do that.” ~ Martin Luther King, Jr.

“No one can be more aware than they are in the moment. If I have the thoughts someone should be more aware….in that moment I’m asleep. I’m unaware. One of us can be more aware, and it’s not them.” ~ Byron Katie

What can you do, today, to help bring peace into your life?

Not with a “should” (which would be violent) but with the powerful energy of activated love, not fear.

Love can be intense and passionate and wild, too.

Let’s do it!

Much love, Grace

 

Eating Peace: Ending shame is maybe the greatest key to ending compulsion…here’s how

When I was a kid, I felt ashamed and embarrassed to feel just about anything.

Ecstasy and attraction (wanting) something, anger or fury, sadness or self-pity.

The shame of feeling these, and wanting to cover up that I felt them, I took with me into adulthood.

The problem is, if you feel ashamed to feel, you have a MAJOR BLOCKADE going on with reality.

Because you are a feeling person.

Watch here to find out how to allow all feelings to be present and come into the light.

You should do The Work on yourself

My 100th Podcast Episode. Peace Talk is a short (less than 10 minutes) talk about inner peace, in every situation. Thanks for listening. Keep writing with your topics and questions, I love hearing from you.

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thank you everyone for sharing your stressful thoughts, for they are mine, too, it turns out

“This is a LOT of work”said the handsome young man sitting on my couch.

Our session had just come to an end, after going into overtime.

He said it with a sigh and a slightly dejected sense of disappointment in his voice.

Like….dang it. 

I was hoping for a change of heart after this.

Immediately, I thought about how I could have used the session more productively by saying a little more about The Work in the first place, by explaining it better (not true).

What I had not known was he knew just about nothing about The Work, but was still somehow drawn to come see me.

He knew I once had a food thing of some kind.

He had a drinking and smoking thing.

I could see the pack of Camel Straights in his shirt pocket, the kind I used to smoke myself so many years ago.

He wanted it to be over.

He wanted it to be a thing that was No Longer A Thing.

Like that old terrible relationship you remember you once had, and it was violent and troubling, and now it’s been 20 years, or 2 years, and you actually kind of smile when you think of that person.

Addictive compulsive behavior is like this.

It’s so painful, so full of suffering and angst and self-hatred, that anyone experiencing even a little tiny bit of trancing into something addictive, whether a substance or a behavior, would think “this has to stop” when you snap out of the trance.

It doesn’t just stop though, right?

Nope.

Not if you want to skip over the part in which you discover what you’re thinking, believing and feeling that causes the unrest in the first place, that fuels the reaching for the thing that will help you forget awhile about your thoughts.

It also won’t stop if you persistently think you are alone AND you should be able to figure this out by yourself.

It won’t stop if you think you should pull it together and feel gratitude for how much you have (whats-wrong-with-you-anyway).

And it won’t stop if you HATE uncomfortable feelings, or feelings of terror and failure and vulnerability.

Because those feelings are what often happen right before you reach for the thing, so you’ll have to be with them.

This sweet man had emailed me before our first session and asked if he should fill out any forms beforehand, to save time, or do anything to prepare.

I sent him a Judge Your Neighbor worksheet and said he could spend time filling it out and to pick something other than himself.

Guess what he said as he sat down on my couch to begin the session?

“I couldn’t find anyone at all in my life I have trouble with, thank God. I have such an amazing life. I have so many people I love and who love me. I have it pretty good.”

Oh boy, here it comes I thought….

“It is me I have a problem with. Just me. So I answered the questions on this sheet about myself.”

So now today, instead of talking about how I found it so much easier to do The Work on the world, which turned out to Be Me anyway, and give you a suggestion on Not Doing It On Yourself…..

…..I’m going to do my own work.

Which is really the quickest, easiest, most productive, direct way.

And yes, it’s called The Work because it appears to require some time and attention and care.

But I really have no choice, because it’s either do this, or fuss internally and get irritated.

Maybe I stay irritated, maybe I fuss, but at least one way there’s a chance of rain.

Without questioning my thoughts….it’s a drought and maybe rain comes eventually, but who knows.

I’m in a hurry.

So here we go.

People should stop doing The Work on themselves!!

They should stop being so harsh and critical of themselves. They should join the human race and be normal mediocre humans. They shouldn’t think they owe a debt or are extra privileged and guilty, they shouldn’t try so hard, they should relax and enjoy this amazing life while they’re here.

If they’re addicted and they don’t want to be, they should f*%&ing stop using the thing they’re addicted to and WRITE DOWN THEIR THOUGHTS when they think “I have to smoke”.

They should understand that their thoughts and feelings are driving them crazy, not the substance. They should stop being so frightened, so discouraged, and so hard on themselves.

Let’s do The Work.

These people should stop insisting on doing The Work on themselves.

Is that true?

No.

How do I know?

It’s not happening.

Plus, I’ve watched concepts I’ve had about ME float through my consciousness, and been aware of questioning them, and how powerful it’s been.

I should have explained the process of self-inquiry using The Work much better to that new client…..is that true?

No. I didn’t.

How do I react when I believe people should stop doing The Work on themselves?

Irritated. Wanting to explain. Thinking that explanations would solve the problem.

Remembering my own life when I thought all it would take to be happy was me being different, doing therapy, me being strong, disciplined, full of willpower, determined, intentional, driven, clear.

With the thought, pictures of another friend pass through my mind.

A friend very, very determined to become enlightened.

I feel angry at her effort and her pushing, her bossy ways, her spouting off her opinions about other people and who is awake or not awake (ugh).

That same friend, I realize suddenly, sees herself in the same way this young man sees himself.

Not There Yet.

“I just need someone to kick my ass…” he said.

Really?

Pause.

Deep breath.

I got a little worked up there for a minute, reacting to the thought “people should stop doing The Work on themselves.” 

So who would I be without the thought?

Without any thought that they should be any different than they are, that they should think any differently about themselves, or stop being so harsh and critical and controlling.

Without the thought they should stop thinking they need their ass to be kicked?

What would that feel like, as I sit picturing them in this moment?

I see myself over there, in their shoes.

I see someone with a huge enormous heart, so big they don’t want to judge others or hurt others.

I see someone full of passion, someone wanting to give to the world, someone understandably tired of their own fears, worries, doubts and false stories.

I think of this young man, and my friend, and sense their discouragement.

I feel compassion without the belief they should be any different than they are, including self-critical.

I feel lightness, too.

If I just got here from another planet, without any thought that these humans should be less critical of themselves….

….I would notice that’s not reality here.

Without these thoughts….

….I’d facilitate this man on his belief that he just needs to get organized.

I turn it around: people should keep doing The Work on themselves.

I should not be so harsh and critical of them, or of me. I should join them, being a normal mediocre human rather than a know-it-all.

They should think they owe, and I owe them and others and myself as well. I should keep trying hard, and so should my friend. I should relax and enjoy this amazing life, and these amazing people who are so brilliant, while they’re here.

I should stop using what I’m addicted to (My Brilliant Stories) and write them down and question them instead.
DOH!
I should understand how my thoughts are the things that hurt….and not even really those. I should stop being so hard on them, on me, on her, on him.
I shouldn’t do The Work on myself, as I’ve learned how it’s got this underlying motive that I need to change.
Or what the heck, maybe I SHOULD do The Work on myself, and see what happens with the critical voice that sees things so imperfectly sometimes, including me. See what’s left of it.

“The only time we suffer is when we believe a thought that argues with what is. When the mind is perfectly clear, what is, is what we want…….There is only one mind, and people are going to tell us what we haven’t dealt with yet in their own thinking.” ~ Byron Katie 

People are so dear, so adorable.

Aren’t we amazing, aren’t we all incredible in how sincerely we desire to be the best version of ourselves possible?

And I love and appreciate, bowing to the ground in gratitude, that this improvement is not all up to me.

Thank God, Thank God.

Much love, Grace