Month: June 2019

I recently got the chance to interview a lovely woman who first learned about The Work from her enrollment in Jacqueline Green’s parenting programs (www.greatparentingshow.com). Jacqueline herself has been a brilliant member of Year of Inquiry and teaches The Work to moms as a core tool for becoming a clearer and more peaceful parent.

Listen to Peace Talk Episode 151 here where Mary shares about writing her first Judge Your Neighbor worksheet, and began to do The Work in earnest….and how it changed life for her.

And in case you haven’t registered yet: Sign Up Here for Ten Barriers That Derail The Work, and How To Dissolve Them, a free workshop open to anyone and everyone online on Sunday, June 30th at 11:00 am Pacific Time/ 7:00 pm UK.

I’ll send out the link for joining the workshop to everyone registered several hours before we begin, so watch your Inbox and bring a pen and paper.

So speaking of parenting and doing The Work….yesterday, a crazy thing happened.

And what’s even more crazy, is I reacted differently than I ever used to act in similar situations.

In fact, the whole thing is completely hilarious.

My husband and I were helping our 22-year old daughter move.

A few big pieces of furniture needed to go from one apartment to the new apartment, along with final boxes and reassembling the bed in the new place.

Boxes were moved, a dump run was made to throw out an ancient mattress and chairs with mould on them (don’t ask me why chairs got set out on the balcony where it rains), a Goodwill donation run was completed, some scrubbing and cleaning was completed, and there was one final item to move: my daughter’s bicycle.

It was on the balcony, chained to the railing.

As my daughter unlocked the chain and rolled the bike from porch through the sliding glass doors into the empty apartment living room she was saying goodbye to….she knocked a can of paint off the railing.

A gallon can of black paint she had been using to paint her bookshelf a few days before.

The lid was loose.

KABLLOOOOOSSSHHHH!

Almost an entire gallon of paint oozing across the porch, and a big huge splash of black paint on the white apartment building wall, on the glass doors, on the bicycle, on all the railings of the porch, and all over my daughter’s news sandals and legs.

OK then.

I’d love to show you a photo of it for dramatic emphasis.

LOL.

Guess what we were doing for the next hour?

Yah, that would be scrubbing the walls, carpet, porch, glass windows, railings with towels, hot water, soap, chemical cleaners and sponges. And throwing paint and rags full of paint away.

Now, in the past, I might have been FURIOUS.

I’m not saying there wasn’t a reaction. It was like….GASP.

But I don’t know if it’s the amount of times I’ve questioned “this shouldn’t be happening” or “this is a mistake” (hundreds) but something almost found it funny in the very moment in happened.

Humor? Instead of being angry?

Wow.

Who are we without the belief “this is a huge horrible mess! OMG!”

We’re rolling up our sleeves, cleaning and chuckling.

How could it be an interesting predicament that the paint can went toppling onto the porch and wall and bicycle?

Well, I certainly have an entertaining story to tell, for one thing.

I also learned by googling how to use hot water and soap to get paint out of a carpet. My daughter learned why it’s a good thing to hammer the paint can lids back on tight. We had all the time we needed to clean it up. We didn’t have to take the paint to the hazardous waste center–it was spilled.

But mostly, for me, I got to notice how the inner fireworks just didn’t happen by comparison to the way they used to.

In the past, I might have banged my fist on the counter and said DAMNIT! And huffed around while cleaning.

Sure, there were some thoughts about how long this would take and if we could get it cleaned up and how this was going to turn out….

….but they didn’t go anywhere much.

We were laughing later.

I said “this might be the best moving story yet!”

If there’s any reason I ever could find to do The Work, this situation and how I responded was an example.

How wonderful to not react to the world as if it’s a horrible moment, a pain-in-the-ass, a huge drag, or to shout “jeez, why didn’t you put the paint lid on correctly?!” at someone I love.

I’d rather do The Work, and laugh.

Much love,

Grace

As Summer Camp for The Mind approaches and people are joining, I’m suddenly in a flurry of getting my entire 2019-2020 calendar year organized.

I have an invitation for you to a free online workshop I love offering about what comes between us and finding freedom in doing The Work, plus–at the end–I’ll answer your questions about Summer Camp and Year of Inquiry.

The webinar topic? Ten Barriers That Derail “Getting” The Work…and How to Dissolve Them. 

Ten Barriers Workshop is online Sunday, June 30th at 11:00 am Pacific Time/ 2:00 pm ET/ 7:00 pm UK.  This is open to everyone, no fee, and will be recorded.

Register Here for the Free Online Workshop and I’ll be sure you get all the info on how to join, listen, and follow along in our work. No one has to share.

These ten barriers include tricky subtleties the mind comes up with when it comes to self-inquiry that I’ve experienced over time, and they may help you to recognize them, too.

Summer Camp for The Mind then starts July 8th (and Year of Inquiry is starting again in September, for the 11th time–wow).

So here we go….questioning our thoughts together virtually.

A good way to experiment with group live online inquiry (how amazing we can even do this) is to join Summer Camp! It’s a virtual audio-only telesession blitz of daily inquiry this summer.

Here’s how Summer Camp works:

Using your phone, tablet, gizmo, laptop (anything that dials a phone number or connects to the internet) you’ll either dial the simple old-fashioned phone-number way OR you’ll connect by clicking an internet link.

Yes, people participate in Summer Camp while sitting on the beach, while driving their car to work, while walking home from the office or on their way to pick up the kids.

You can be there any time the calls are live, and drop in or leave at any point. There are no requirements or demands for you to be there from start to finish of the call. You can listen to recordings if you wish, instead of participating live.

Being a part of our calls offers a fabulous time for coming and going in your life as you need. The group creates a circle, and it’s here for you from wherever you are physically on the planet.

One of my favorite things about our live calls is when someone calls in and says “I’m ducked inside an empty office. I have a meeting with my boss in an hour and I’m soooo nervous. Can I do The Work?” 

Yes.

“She’s going to fire me.” Is it true?

Once, someone who attended Summer Camp and then Year of Inquiry called while in the car on her way to her nephew’s trial. “He needs to NOT go to jail.”

Is it true?

Or the time when one of us found herself headed to Rome for a weekend unexpectedly without the boyfriend after a last-minute break up. She got on the plane for her romantic destination anyway, and did The Work with us.

“I’m all alone. I’ve been abandoned.” Is it true?

We’re all there together, doing The Work with the ones who are frightened, navigating something tough in life. We’re finding our own similar situations where we might feel the same way, just a little.

It’s so exciting to learn, to listen, to notice how with anything, in any situation, we can find peace.

Doing The Work with others, we address our own inner life.

We can’t change what’s happening out there, but we can respond differently from in here when we do The Work and see other options.

So when are the Summer Camp calls?

We meet July 8-August 16 Monday through Friday, with a different time each day (not July 15-19 though). You find which times work for you and mark your calendar. (see them all below).

I email everyone daily with the link and phone number so you’ve got it easily accessible. We share a forum together for posting, writing worksheets, asking questions….writing out your own work in the middle of the night when you’re worried and can’t sleep.

I love the community that gets created, and that you can use it any way you want. Nothing is required.

The calls meet at the following times. If you need to figure out your time zone, this is my favorite simple time zone converter link: click here.

Calls are all an hour +, but I like to leave a little wiggle room on the end to finish out an inquiry if we need to, or feedback and insights people might want to share. Schedule 75 mins if you can, and nothing’s required. Come for five.

• Mondays July 8-August 12 4:00-5:15 pm PT
• Tuesdays July 9-August 13 8:00-9:15 am PT
• Wednesdays July 10-August 14 Noon-1:15 pm PT
• Thursdays July 11-August 15 5:30-6:45 pm PT
• Fridays July 12-August 16 7:45-9:15 am PT (90 mins)

No Summer Camp July 15-19 this year–I’ll be camping where the internet isn’t connected

I hope you’ll join me on this sweet journey. The Work has changed my life and I do this work because it’s one of the most profoundly peace-giving tools I’ve ever discovered. Life changing for me. I love questioning my thoughts and I love doing this with you.

“Peace doesn’t require two people; it requires only one. It has to be you. The problem begins and ends there.” ~ Byron Katie

Sign up for Summer Camp here. Yes, it’s sliding scale. You get to decide how many calls you’ll make or listen to via recording, what you can afford, what works for you. Come for one week only, come for every call, come weekly on the time/day that works for you. You’ll click the pay button, and fill in whatever amount you choose.

And come to the workshop on Sunday. Register for it here so I can send you the details for attending.

Much love,

Grace

P.S. If in-person is your favorite thing and telesessions just do not sound fun, here’s the scoop on autumn retreat (exciting)!

We’ll all stay in a gorgeous lodge near White Haven, Pennsylvania I’ve not been to, but been told it’s fabulous. A stunning area in the fall, sharing time and space in The Work away from all things distracting, taking time to share meals, inquire, rest and be in silence and connection together. Three private rooms and the rest of us will stay in the many semi-private beds, bunks and loft spaces (or cots and mattresses) available. October 17-20, 2019. For more information, read here. Can’t wait to join you this year for autumn retreat on the east coast.

Tomorrow evening, June 27th 7-9 pm at East West Books at 65th and Roosevelt in Seattle, come learn and do The Work of Byron Katie from start to finish. Register with East West Books right here (and OK to register at the door).

We’ll use the doorway of addictive or compulsive behavior to enter our inner work, if it applies: urges to escape, watch TV, eat, drink, smoke, clean, buy, acquire, hunt, seek, push.

Ay yi yi. 

Those sensations of tumultuous behavior are so troubling, aren’t they?

Can’t we just get rid of those feelings altogether?

(What’s wrong with me)?

One of the first places to pause and notice, as we become open-minded inquirers once again, is our thoughts about feelings themselves.

Feelings. Emotions. Moods.

WHY??!! 

I remember having mixed beliefs about feelings from a very, very young age. If you asked me when I was only about six what I thought about feelings, I might have said people who are super emotional or who cry are babies and people should “rise above” their feelings.

In other words, “feelings” are not good. Seriously. They’re not for grown ups, not easy, not acceptable.

Even overjoyed jubilation or happiness is a bit over the top. Let’s just keep an even-keel. No tipping over in the sail boat. Calm waters all the time. Poker face.

Right?

Late June where I live in the Pacific Northwest there’s light in the sky until 10 pm, some glorious bright days and lush green everywhere.

Then there are dark days, misty rain and chill. People refer to these as June-uary. Last Saturday and Sunday? June-uary. We got our jackets back out of the closet.

This is a bit like the way feelings move, our inner landscape.

Sunny, light and brilliant….dark, chilly, quiet.

Nothing wrong with that, in fact it seems to be a deeply human response, to have feelings, awareness, noticing.

And we wouldn’t say to nature: it must be sunny and bright with long days–all the time, never-ending.

But we often expect it of ourselves.

How do I react when I believe feelings are volatile, unacceptable and too moody, cold or unpredictable? How do I react when I want to get rid of them?

I hide away at home. I feel even more compulsive than ever, in an attempt to eliminate the feelings. I believe I should be able to control my feelings, and maybe even my own thoughts.

(Have you had the idea you’re in charge of your mind)?

Who would you be without the belief that strong feelings are dangerous, and you need to control yourself, your feelings, your mood, your thinking?

I noticed for myself, without the belief I need to control or even change what I’m thinking or feeling….I’m so much more open to what I feel, and think. I’m kinder.

I’m more compassionate.

I even get to wonder if it’s “my” feeling, “my” mood, or “my” thought?

Wow.

Turning the thought around: I don’t want to get rid of my feelings.They are acceptable, curious, wonderful, messengers.

I can let them be here.

Can I just let them be here?

Sigh.

Yes.

My feelings are brilliant, sharing, doing what they do. I am human. No need to change or alter or switch or fix the feelings.

Turning the thought around again: feelings want to get rid of me. 

Are these feelings showing me a simple thought pattern? A stressful story?

Are they coursing through me and allowing me to notice a “me” that isn’t real, and also noticing there’s part of me just here, without concern (no matter what the weather)?

Are my feelings pointing to thoughts I might love to question?

In the moment of brilliant sun, OK. In the moment of cold chilly rain, OK. Snow, all is well. Fire, something carries on. Pain, something happens. Something continues.

Feelings, I notice, don’t stay at volume 10 forever. They come and go, and live and die. So do thoughts.

“When we look inside, we see that whatever we are is prior to thought. You were there before thought, you were there during the thought, and you are going to be there after thought….Start with what you feel….” ~ Adyashanti

What I notice is when I open up to my feelings and thoughts being just fine as they are, even *cough cough* good or OK, something within calms down.

I’m just here. Noticing what it could be like without believing a thought, or a feeling. Noticing, noticing, being.

I notice I experience peace, and the awareness that freedom is here–nothing is required.

Summer Camp for the Mind–a wonderful telesession program online for anyone in the world–starts soon, the week of July 8th. Read about the schedule and how Summer Camp works here. Join by sliding scale (suggested offering $150-$400 but you decide how many sessions you’ll be listening to whether live or on recording). No one turned away for lack of funds.

Let’s do The Work together, and find our enlightenment.

Much love,

Grace

….is it true that something’s wrong with you?

Many people feel “yes, it’s true”.

If only I didn’t feel so much, believe my thinking, follow my impulses. 

Who are you when you believe it?

People doing The Work, and me too, notice a very vicious bitter cruel voice arising with this thought.

It’s the voice that believes violence makes change.

It also believes in taking credit for everything, whether damaging or successful. It’s entirely focused on owning all responsibility, and blame.

It’s partially right about violence enforcing change. Violence does make change. It breaks things, kills things, destroys things.

But who would you be without that belief that this is the “truth” and the only way to change, or that your problems are all about you being wrong and the culprit?

I notice when I think this way, I begin to wonder what else or who else was wrong, almost hand-in-hand with me being a problem, I’m aware of everything that’s a problem. I blame my family of origin, I hear my parents’ voices and their opinions, I see myself tiny and innocent getting walked over, I see myself freaking out about getting it right, becoming thin (that’s “right”..right?), I’m upset with school, religion, humanity.

Lots of proof.

I notice the list of right and wrong, almost like a religious thing.

I don’t trust whatever this deal is called “true nature”. What’s my true nature? It must be wrong. It must be cruelty and desperation and violence.

I jump to extremes and think all humanity is just….mean, self-centered, small-minded, willing to step on people to get theirs.

It’s very stressful. It can be a living hell. 

How I react with all these thoughts about reality, and myself being “wrong” is very angry with life, or God (if I use that word) or reality.

Hopeless, useless. Eat. Drink. Smoke. Avoid. Escape. Attack. Consider life worthless. Why are we all here? Sob.

Well who would you be without this belief that there’s something wrong with you?

Who would you be without the belief there’s anything wrong?

I know it’s completely weird.

It feels like passivity, but is that true?

Or is that swinging to some other place where I’m still believing my conclusions about life, about myself, about humanity….and they feel depressing, or frustrating, or very confusing?

When I slow it way down, though, and pause completely (or imagine pausing) then I notice a lot of energy flailing about, trying, moving, doing, not-doing, pushing, pulling, holding still.

Lots of energy waves moving.

I notice a Don’t-Know place.

This startling question “who would you be WITHOUT THOUGHT?”

That thought about wrongness, then that thought too, then the next one.

Like a little machine running that’s dead set on survival and Must Change….the mind is working over-time very busy with many ideas including keeping you in check with the belief “there’s something wrong here”.

And it must be righted.

But it’s not about you and how all-wrong you are.

Without the thought there’s something wrong with you….and you really just didn’t know….

….you might feel willing. Just a little open. Just a tiny bit willing to not know a single thing about where this is going or what this all is for, or what your obsessive thinking is all about.

I find it to be a stepping stone into something different, for a change.

Turning the thought around: there is something right with me. 

And I mean in the very act of doing something “wrong”. I know it’s weird, but see if you can find one thing.

I can find that my crazed eating led to seeking help and peace. It led to throwing out everything I thought I knew about being thin, being fat, or being greedy.

It led me to dropping my religion called “there’s surely something wrong with me” and endlessly making a game plan to fix myself.

Warning.

It may not be comfortable to give up your belief that there’s something wrong.

You might think “well, then how would I ever change?”

Tricky little rabbit.

You need to change, is it true? You need something that isn’t here, or to fix something….and I’m not saying you wouldn’t want to stop eating-smoking-drinking-drugging-spending-freaking out.

But is it true you don’t have what it takes to “right” your sail boat (a different kind of “right” like when a sail boat keels over, and then comes back to center).

No.

You weren’t born with something missing, or damaged so badly along the way you can’t find peace.

Sometimes, weirdly enough, you just have to notice you’re tired of looking elsewhere and you’re going to stop believing there’s something wrong with you.

People I work with around compulsions, and working with myself, I notice I can have a thought about doing that obsessive escapist thing….and not follow it.

Turning the thought around: My thinking believes something is wrong, only my thinking.

“My” thinking. Which is not even “mine”.

What do I want to notice here, in the big wide open field of this moment?

Perhaps it’s just a matter of noticing “I” have no idea what’s going on, and not even sure what “I” is, and there’s something of a witness here so curious, so very curious, so happy to be here, so aware of pain and suffering and also love and joy.

Which one feels more like truth, or what is natural?

Tomorrow morning is First Friday! Which means open inquiry for anyone and everyone–listen or participate, you get to choose–from 7:45-9:15 am PT. (Also, for July, it will be SECOND Friday, same time…July 12th).

If you do NOT want to speak or be called on, and you want to listen-only, then pick Broadcast for the way you’re joining if you’re on your computer. You can also use your phone and remain on mute (you can let me know you can’t share if you want). I love how people join this call from their offices and headphones everywhere.

To be heard and to share, give feedback, or do The Work, use phone or WebCall.

We always start Monthly Friday with filling out a Judge Your Neighbor worksheet as a meditation. Bring your pen and paper, or your device where you write….and we’ll begin right on time.

Join me here. Or dial 425-440-5010 pin code 305799# at 7:45 am PT.

If you like First Fridays….then you may also love Summer Camp for The Mind. Some wonderful inquirers join every year. It’s sliding scale donation, Monday through Friday daily inquiry sessions from July 8-August 17th. This is the best way ever to get the hang of group online inquiry. Simple telesessions in The Work. Come and go as you wish.

Read about Summer Camp here.

So where does our inquiry go right now, as I sit with laptop?

I just gazed out my cottage living room window into the trees I seem to look at daily when writing. It’s the very same chair I use when I meditate, or do zoom calls or facebook videos.

Something in the thoughts landed on relationships, since I’ve heard about them a lot lately with individual clients.

Those people. 

The ones we’re troubled by. Mild concerns or bitter despair in every interaction, or one past incident, doesn’t matter.

Especially those people we’ve had a hard time with in romance. 

Those people.

Three people came to inquire on trouble with romance in the past ten days or so. And I got a text from someone I briefly dated over a decade ago, who I did a lot of worksheets on back when.

The inquirers with their romance pain: I shouldn’t be reacting, I should let it go, they shouldn’t be so intense, they should support me more, they shouldn’t have been like that with me, I’m heart-broken. 

Funny, the minute I saw the text I received, my thoughts careened a bit off the road: WHAT?! Why is he saying he hopes I had a happy Mother’s Day and asking if I got any nice gifts? What a materialistic ridiculous person. 

In the extremely short exchange (I had said basically something like “surprised to hear from you!” in response back)….

….he let me know he’s had the same girlfriend for seven years.

Inside my mind: “Why are you telling me that? Is that why you wrote to me, to brag about something you’ve never done before in your life until your 50s? Do you think I give a rat’s ass?”

Heh.

Yah, it was that mean and it was there almost instantly. All the pictures in my head of dealing with him, almost wanting to wipe the phone off, like it got smudged. Eww.

Sigh.

I had a wonderful exploration on why the intense response to a simple text after over a decade. That’s how long the time period was between the last time I’ve ever spoken with him or texted or emailed or even heard about him from anyone else.

Yet this disgusted response was still there.

It’s almost like the inquiry was on this thought: “Ew”. 

Eeww.

Is it true?

Yes.

Can you absolutely know “Eew” is true?

(How do you spell “ew”)?

And, no. I can’t know a thing about the truth in this situation. I’m having an emotional mini-seizure. I see letters making words on a phone. And a bazillion images from the past and wonderings about who would ever date him and an urge to lash out. Past fear, hurt, confusion.

This is what happened when I saw his text and thought “ew”.

Imaginings and pictures about what is so, or guesses about his life and having the shivers, ten years older, and what it looks like–which is all based on thin air and mental creativity. Based on nothing but a feeling of “ew” in the past.

So who would I be without this repulsed and repulsive story of “ew”?

Noticing I have no idea who is writing those words as I read his text. There’s something incoming, I look, I notice, I write some letters and words (spells) back, there’s an exchange and a wave of remembering….

….there’s slowness and waiting and noticing.

“All life is imagined, without exception”. ~ Byron Katie

There’s even an honoring of the “ew” that appeared, like a teenager, and the memory of acting like one and considering him to be one as well at the time all those years ago.

No one doing it wrong, including me.

Turning the thought around: to myself. Ew.

Could this be just as true?

Yes. I could experience disgust and playful teenish angst towards me-myself-and-I and wonder what the heck I was even doing there in that relationship back then? Distracting myself from the heart-breaking pain I had just been moving through during divorce. Doing the best I could.

And what about the moment of reading the text? Am I not conjuring up old memories of being grossed out?

I notice them, I notice I’m not even trying to conjure, its just happening, and I can stop and not follow the trail of disgust.

Turning it around again: Welcome. (What’s the opposite of “ew”? It feels like “welcome”–you can be here, memories, response, reaction, texted words….it’s OK).

How is that just as true, it’s OK the words appeared there on my phone, as a text?

That’s all they were. Maybe 8 sentences total. Noticing waves of feeling about that whole era long ago, and that person’s name. Aware of how valuable our exchanges were for my growth, maturity, clarity.

Later on the same day as reading the text, I had the thought “I should have texted back that I’ve been married for seven years.”

Noticing the bizarreness of my wanting to one-up him, or annihilate his share, or brag myself.

Wow.

“Defense is the first act of war.” ~ Byron Katie

Turning it all around: thank you. 

Thank you for the crushing honesty, the cruelty, the desperate neediness, the grabbing, the pushing away, the attempting to control, the trying hard, the disappointment, the sadness and loneliness….the surrender.

From others, from myself. All of it.

Thank you all the romantic interests and exchanges and dramas for bringing me back to myself, and back to nothing. To surrender.

Can there be freedom after feeling so hurt by love?

Yes. Freedom beyond belief.

Freedom to have no idea what’s going to happen next. Freedom to have nothing else to say to Mr. Texter. Freedom to see there is no more texting, or communication, and it only took the tiniest reminder (a few sentences on my phone) to find the wind lets out of the sail quickly and a little more peace comes alive about the tortuous dramatic story over a decade ago, where it seemed I lost everything as I knew it.

I found everything as I didn’t know it. 

Turned around: Love. Roses. Yum.

Much love,

Grace

P.S. Love to have you bring any of your judgey, stressful, painful, mixed up, frightened thoughts to the call tomorrow. Free Friday Inquiry, right here.

Other upcoming events:

• June 27th East West Books evening 7-9 pm.
• June 12-16, 2019 Breitenbush Retreat with Tom Compton
• Summer Camp for The Mind Online Inquiry
• Divorce Is Hell 8 week course Aug 18-October 13, 2019 Sundays 11 am PT/ 7 pm UK with Nadine Ferris France
• Year of Inquiry begins Sept 8, 2019–a whole year of monthly topics in The Work, and sharing inquiry together
• always free: First Friday inquiry power hour (90 mins) 7:45am PT
• Eating Peace Annual Retreat Jan 15-20, 2020

At Breitenbush Hotsprings, they hold a few extra spots for us for lodging and meals for the last-minute panic I-really-need-to-be-there sign-ups. Since it’s a big conference center with many little cabins, tent platform options, a campground, and dorm rooms in the great lodge (or cabin style dorms), they hold back just a few in case we have people dying to come to our retreat last minute.

Those secret hold-out spots (in beautiful cabins with all linens and towels included, some on the tent platforms where you bring your sleeping bags, or camping spots)….are about to be released to the public. This will happen in 2 days.

After that, the whole place will be sold out in the shake of a lamb’s tail. Call Breitenbush to find out the full cost for yourself based on your sleeping options. Three amazing organic meals provided each day, no cell or internet service, fresh pristine air and old growth woods, gorgeous hikes, a wild ice cold river, The Work of Byron Katie, companionship in inquiry, and silence. Call 503.854.3320.

I know Tom Compton and I are both so excited to welcome you to a true retreat from daily life, to investigate our minds and perspectives that feel troubling, worrisome, stressful, or very painful. No issue too great, or small, for The Work.

Really, you might say?

No issue too great, or small, for The Work?

Yes.

I once did The Work with one of my ongoing partners in inquiry for several years. Her “work” was on her kitchen drawer.

“It should open”.

It was a fairly new remodel. The drawer was supposed to open.

We laughed, she brushed it off almost, saying “what a ridiculous thing to do The Work on, I’m not even that upset!”

It was a profound hour in The Work, for both of us.

With the thought….images of poor contractors, hassles, making people come back and fix things, money honesty, hissy fits about design, irritability.

Without the thought….laughter, handling the issue, making a quick call, enjoying the contractor’s assistant who came to fix it, being clear about the charges and money exchanges.

Turned around: my mind won’t open in that very split second when the drawer won’t open

Another TurnAround: the drawer SHOULD NOT open (she found some interesting reasons why not, one of them learning how to adjust drawers, and how fascinating drawers actually are)

TA: the drawer shouldn’t open! How fun! How interesting! What do I get to turn towards, since it won’t open?

TA: I don’t open to myself, I sometimes flare up at myself when something doesn’t go “right”, I hit myself with critical thinking and rattle and jam and pull at myself….especially when I believe drawers (or anything) should behave differently. I think of myself as disabled, or unable, like the drawer.

Laughter followed this inquiry, which lasted an hour. I never saw the drawer myself (except in my own mind), but it made a huge impression on my own inquiry work.

I could understand the knife the mind slashes with, when one smallish thing happens that I think shouldn’t be happening.

And no issue is also “too big” for The Work.

This also continues over and over again to be true.

What do we see as the “big” stressful experiences of our lives?

Someone has died tragically, you are sick with a terminal illness, your house has burned down, you’ve lost all your possessions, you’ve been abandoned, you’re hurt.

We can still sit with a profoundly difficult situation in this present moment, and wonder.

Is what I think and believe entirely true about this?

Who would I be without this story?

Just one concept at a time.

This shouldn’t be happening, or shouldn’t have happened….

Turned Around: my thinking about this situation shouldn’t be happening (all the believing and images and panic I’m having isn’t based on absolute reality in this moment)

TA: What is OK, even though this is happening? Am I breathing? Yes. I am surviving, I am still alive, I am here right now.

TA: This situation SHOULD BE happening. There are advantages. Have I missed them? Can I find one, two, three?

I’ll never forget sitting in the audience of a man doing The Work on cancer, after I myself had a cancerous tumor on my leg removed. His tumor, in the brain, was still there despite surgery and treatment.

HE could find advantages for having cancer.

I sat and cried while I listened to him. He found that everything had dropped away that he previously thought of as important, and only love and connection with others, and with himself, remaining.

He found courage where he never thought it existed.

He found appreciation for cancer, instead of battling it endlessly with self-pity and aggression.

He had awareness of the temporariness of life, which we ALL have, cancer or not.

If you find you can’t seem to make the time, or you don’t do The Work unless you’re with other people….you might love dipping your toe in the water of inquiry through Summer Camp for The Mind.

We meet online, Monday through Friday starting Friday, July 5th with Opening Day (2 hours for this first Opening Day call). Every call is 60 minutes, and at different times so something fits your schedule. Come to one call, or all of them.

This program is the offering I do each year by donation (suggested donation $150-$400 depending on how many calls you plan on attending–and all the calls are also recorded).

We share in an online slack forum, no one has to talk, and you learn so much by listening. I can’t believe it, but we start in only a month. A great way to see if Year of Inquiry is also for you, or not.

Sign up here: Summer Camp for The Mind Online Inquiry. Together we question.

“In so far as one denies what is, one is possessed by what is not; the compulsions, the fantasies, the terrors that flock to fill the void.” ~ Ursula K.LeGuin

Let’s not deny what is and scare ourselves, or irritate ourselves, with closed drawers and cancerous thinking.

Let’s do The Work, for peace which passes beyond all understanding.

Exciting.

Much love,
Grace