Something inside that rarely sees the light of day (+ Ten Barriers tomorrow at noon PT)!

In Summer Camp right now, people have been noticing a very powerful (and sometimes extremely stressful thought): I need to do something about myself.

I need to stop feeling x, reacting like y. I need to be better than this.

I’ve had this awareness with fear of other people I don’t know very well, wishing I weren’t so shy or reserved, wishing I hadn’t said something a certain way, wishing I were more willing, natural and not-nervous.

This past weekend, I was at my 40th high school reunion.

How very odd to consider the number 40. Ideas form of how long that is, four decades. And in other perspectives it’s less than the blink of an eye, geologically speaking.

A white board was put up with markers to write names of those who have died.

38 names were written in green that people had added all evening during the event!

A friend came from New York to attend, spending 24 hours in town. Another friend intentionally made her annual visit from Sweden to correspond with the night, so she could be there. Beautiful conversations.

Some faces were completely unfamiliar. Good thing we had name tags.

I felt a lot of joy, noticing how much more comfortable and easy it has become to be human since age 17 and 18–so curious about others, wondering where people live and what they think about or do, what’s unfolded in their lives?

The quarterback of the high school team came in with his bright smile, his wife arm in arm with him. I remember how I was waaaaay too shy to speak to either of them back in school.

What made me nervous long ago (or if I ever am today)?

Thinking thoughts, and believing them.

A rising up of fear almost without words: they won’t like me, I’ll say something stupid, I’m not as good as him or her, they’re more successful, they don’t want to talk to me, I have nothing to offer, they think x about me, I think y about myself…..

Is any of that the truth?

No.

Some of these outcomes are possible….but are they so frightening?

People are scary. 

True?

No.

How do I react, even now, when I get a whiff of that feeling of nervousness about the unknown, meeting someone new, speaking to a group of strangers, wondering who I’ll see at the event, offering an introductory workshop somewhere unknown?

I feel a buzzing within. An alertness.

If I think there’s danger of “failing” I might have images of how it could go.

Badly.

Who would I be without this belief?

Excited. Curious. Ready to be in the moment, honest, real, open-hearted.

Turning the thought around: People are not scary. My thoughts about people are scary! I am scary to people!

Any of these could be just as true, or truer. I notice without a thought about people, their scary-ness, their reaction, their faces, their words….I love them all.

I also love this feeling within, the one who is full of feelings, chaos, wonderings, unknowns about the future…being whatever this is to be a human right now showing up as the one who is apparently named Grace Bell.

Not a green written name on the board, not the one who graduated from highschool 40 years ago, not the one with x problem right now.

Just Here.

“Consider a smile. First think of a deliberate smile, the smile you produce when you think you should–for instance, for a photo. That smile is useful in some ways. It’s designed to be kind to others, like Secretary Appreciation Week. Now think of a smile that happens by itself. This smile can’t be produced on purpose, it can’t be faked, and there is no instruction book for creating it…..Even if it is seldom allowed to see the light of day, you know that this smile is somewhere inside you ready to burst out. It comes from an enjoyable conversation that you have with yourself.” ~ Byron Katie in I Need Your Love–Is That True?

And I realize, this is my heart’s desire. To watch the world move with this one as a part of it, in every which way, and experience life with no rules, plans, must-haves, control.

Simply to feel life being lived here, without anything required.

What is here besides thinking and self-inquiry about the thinking?

Pure gift. An astonishing story.

Wonder.

TOMORROW August 1st Noon-1:30 pm PT: Join me for Ten Barriers That Derail The Work…and How To Dissolve Them. An immersion into challenging our ideas about The Work not “working” with five exercises, four foundational elements I’ve found help support my work (this life) and all ten barriers. Register here.

When you sign up I’ll make sure you receive information about the final sessions offered of Ten Barriers at the end of August, before Year of Inquiry begins in September. At the end of every Ten Barriers workshop online, I share about the Year of Inquiry outline and what it’s like.

Curious about Year of Inquiry? Jenni shares about her experience in The Work and life unfolding, with laughter:

Much love,

Grace

 

Year of Inquiry: Are you ready for a year-long journey?

Something happens when we question our thinking.

Something happens when we move, stick, commit, become ready, say “yes” to ourselves and working with our minds….

….Simply being willing to try The Work, do The Work, move with The Work, which means to identify and question our beliefs.

How exciting!

It doesn’t matter how well we do it.

Being perfect with the steps doesn’t matter. Focusing on what is right or wrong doesn’t really matter. Focusing on what you’re expecting in the future doesn’t really matter.

I loved talking with Trudy, a member of Year of Inquiry this past year, who shares about her openings and awareness brought forth in her life by doing The Work of Byron Katie.

We have our own paths and experiences, and walk our own walks.

Could it be that our inquiry comes in just the right doses at just the right time?

Who would we be without our stressful thinking, our terrified thinking, our fear of the future or of reality?

It’s worth finding out.

It may not be comfortable to inquire, to live a new way, and, what’s the alternative?

Ongoing suffering.

And that is worth questioning.

Much love,

Grace

When you think you can’t but you don’t really believe it, it’s harmless!

October 17-20, 2019. Autumn east coast retreat! Early bird by August 15th. We have a magnificent Amish style lodge a few miles from the pretty town of White Haven, Pennsylvania (I was there a month ago). Private rooms available, along with many beds in lofts and open spaces. Sign up here to reserve your spot and write grace@workwithgrace.com to choose your sleeping space. We’ll share meals.

If you’ve got divorcing/breaking-up stories or divorced/broken-up stories or what-other-people-think-about-my divorce/break-up stories…let’s do The Work eight Sundays Aug 18-Oct 13, 2019 online live course Divorce/Breaking Up Is Hell: Is It True?

Finally, I’ll be offering again the immersion online course (90 mins) Ten Barriers That Keep The Work From Working…And How To Dissolve Them 6 times more this summer! This is a deep dive into common blocks people bump into doing The Work, and then information and answering your questions about Year of Inquiry at the end. Sign up to reserve your space here.

  • Weds, July 24 2019 4:00-5:30 pm PT/7:00-8:30 pm ET/ 8:00-9:30 am Japan
  • Thursday, August 1 Noon-1:30 pm PT/ 3:00-4:30 pm ET/ 8:00-9:30 pm UK
  • Tues, August 20 5:30-7:00 pm PT/ 8:30-10:00 pm ET/ 11:00 Australian Central Time on 8/21
  • Thurs, August 22 9:00-10:30 am PT/ Noon-1:30 pm ET/ 6:00-7:30 pm Europe
  • Tues, August 27 5:30-7:00 pm PT/ 8:30-10:00 pm ET/ 11:00am Australian Central on Weds 8/28
  • Friday, August 30 9:00-10:30 am PT/ Noon-1:30 pm ET/ 6:00-7:30 pm Europe

The other day, I had the privilege of sitting in inquiry yet again with a group (it happened to be Summer Camp For The Mind).

The thought we were all looking at, offered by one of the people attending?

“I can’t do it.”

How many times have I had that thought?

Countless.

I can’t reproduce the joy I felt recently. I can’t make something stick (happiness, a relationship, a job), I can’t stop over-eating. I can’t stop being selfish. I can’t control my temper. I can’t talk to her. I can’t ask for a raise. I can’t ask for help. I can’t bring that difficult topic up to my partner, I can’t ask my child about that. I can’t be normal. I can’t tell a joke. I can’t handle this fear. I can’t make enough money. I can’t help that person. I can’t read all the good books in this one lifetime. I can’t lighten up. I can’t feel freedom and safety at all times. I can’t leave a legacy. I can’t control my feelings. I can’t awaken. 

The thing I notice about pain and suffering that goes along with “I can’t” is that it seems only to arise when I’m comparing my situation to another previous situation in the past, or an imagined situation in the future, or when I’m comparing myself to someone else.

My good friend Lynne who I met at our first School for The Work says “comparison is the thief of joy”. I know that quote makes it rounds out there, but oh my comparison.

What a thief it can be.

And yet, the mind is genius at comparison.

So what am I supposed to do? Forget what happened last week, last year, ten years ago? Not notice the success or brilliance of someone else?

Too late, we notice.

But what we believe about the noticing, identifying what we’ve assumed it means, and my interpretation of the thing I noticed….that’s the key.

It happens so fast.

Once I came into a house through the front door where I was staying, sweating but chilled in my face after slowly jogging through the wintry streets of the city where I was staying one morning.

A woman, sitting in a cozy chair in the living room, looked up from her cup of coffee and said “Oh, you went running? Shoot, I should have been out there” and she sighed as if incredibly disappointed with herself.

Before she saw me, she was happily enjoying coffee with other friends all staying together. In an instant, the moment wasn’t good enough. SHE wasn’t good enough.

I often have people consider this belief “I can’t” who are in the Eating Peace program. You might consider this thought when it comes to any change of your own behavior, like eating, drinking, smoking, spending, obsessing, worrying.

You can’t (fill in the blank)….Is it true?

Let’s do it together.

My situation that I believe “I can’t” around is earning “enough” money.

I know, I know. I’ve done this one a thousand times already. I know I have “enough”. But I can’t earn MORE than enough, OK? It’s just not appearing to be possible. I can’t buy a new car, for example. And mine is rattling down the road and I’m a little embarrassed to give anyone a ride (although not really).

But you find your “I can’t….” that feels stressful, and maybe even terrifying.

Is it absolutely true?

You might answer yes.

It’s OK, keep going.

What happens when you think you can’t?

Wishing I’d go back to the other days when I could, or I wasn’t worried about this. Hoping for a miracle (and thinking a miracle is the only way). Not in the present moment. Flashing images of worse case scenarios.

Freaking myself out.

Without the belief, who would you be?

Without the belief “I can’t….” (for me, earn more than just enough)…

Noticing the beauty in the moment:

The soft chair, the quiet room, the trees waving in the breeze, the sidewalk and storefront with sun trying to peek from behind a cloud, the yellow glass candle holder on the railing.

Without the thought “I can’t” I’m here in inquiry, with other voices, sharing the process. I’m speaking. I’m feeling. There’s a life force here, running. Mixed feelings, and all is still very well, all is in motion.

Everything in motion.

This one being itself, that one being itself, everything being itself.

Turning it around: I can. My thinking can’t.

I can reproduce the joy I felt recently. I can make something stick (happiness, a relationship, a job), I can stop over-eating. I can stop being selfish. I can control my temper. I can talk to her. I can ask for a raise. I can ask for help. I can bring that difficult topic up to my partner, I can ask my child about that. I can be normal. I can tell a joke. I can handle this fear. I can make enough money. I can help that person. I can read all the good books I personally need to read in this one lifetime. I can lighten up. I can feel freedom and safety at all times. I can leave a legacy. I can control my feelings. I can awaken. 

Why not?

Even if it’s in my imagination, the original stressful thought is also imagination.

So let’s have a little fun with imagination, shall we?

“A thought is harmless until we believe it.” ~ Byron Katie

Much love,

Grace

Upcoming events:
  • 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
  • Autumn Retreat is east this year in Pennsylvania Oct 17-20
  • Winter Retreat at Breitenbush Tom Compton joining me Dec 5-8, 2019
  • Eating Peace Annual Retreat Jan 15-20, 2020
  • Spring Retreat May 13-17, 2020 Seattle
  • June 9-14, 2020 Breitenbush Retreat Tom Compton joining me

 

 

Eating Peace: Honor hunger, honor fullness. The way to end suffering.

Here at Family Camp where we eat dining room family style, with big servings of food on the tables…
…I heard a woman share about how upset she is with all the overeating she’s done during camp.
She said she kept telling herself she’d be OK later, once she returned home.
I remember feeling horrible that way….or even mildly uncomfortable.
We don’t have to experience this lack of peace. 
The mind just can’t have what it wants, if it wants to believe a bunch of opposing thoughts about meals, food, unusual types of food (“I’ll never get to eat this again”), or not listening to the body for the cue called “FULL”.
In the end, the peaceful way is listening to the body FIRST.
Full and hungry get immediate response. We take action gently responding to these two states of the body.
Eat with joy anything you want (and aren’t allergic to), go slow, relax, stop when full. The hunger scale can be useful, but you don’t need to think about numbers at all really.
Only stopping the minute you feel satisfied.

Then move on. No tug of war. No fighting. Just acceptance.

Move on.

You will get to eat again–in fact, in only a few hours most likely. Your body will be open to it. So can you wait?

If you are suffering around this, you’re telling yourself a lie.

Let’s get honest about how this all works: the body is the one that says eat, the body is the one that says stop. NOT THE MIND. (And even this may not be true).

The mind can’t have what it wants if it wants to go outside the parameters of responding to the sensation of naturally full and naturally hungry.
And here’s the thing: the mind will be relieved and happy if you let the body lead the way. It really wants something else to take charge.

Much love,

Grace

When a story goes years and becomes quite the saga….divorce, emotions, presence with The Work

I’m absolutely thrilled to say that Tom Compton will join me again in December at Breitenbush this winter: Dec 5-8, 2019. Arrive Thursday evening, end Sunday lunch. Mark your calendar and call Breitenbush to reserve your spot tuition $295. Lodging and meals are separate (Breitenbush will explain it all when you call them). Read more and get the Breitenbush phone number here.

If you still want to join Summer Camp we have a month ahead of teleconference inquiry and a lively online forum where you can write your work and receive feedback, or answers to your questions about this powerful method called The Work. July 22-August 19 and it’s sliding scale. Daily inquiry for a whole month, a great experiment.

And oh so happy for autumn east coast retreat! We have a magnificent vacation house in the Poconos Mountains of Pennsylvania. Private rooms available, along with many beds in lofts and open spaces. Sign up here to reserve your spot and write grace@workwithgrace.com to choose your sleeping space. We’ll share meals.

Oh so much stuff happening, right?

I love meeting everyone I get to share time with both online and in person. Both these ways of sharing The Work offer different benefits, and I’m so grateful for it all.

This week, I’m at a “family summer camp” in Seabeck, Washington on Hood Canal. There are about 250 people who have been coming together annually for years. The camp started in 1947, a part of the Unitarian church.

My children haven’t missed one single summer since they were 1 and 4 years old. They are now 22 and 25.

On the way here, my son said he was unable to go to sleep for awhile the night before, he was so excited about arriving at Seabeck and reconnecting, as he’s used to, every July with all his dear friends, and this beautiful place: lagoon, forest, trails, field.
But for me?
I had an inner sense of mixed emotion as we got closer and closer to the old wooden bridge where when our car drives across into the camp over the lagoon, the clunk-clunk-clunk sound announcing we’re arriving at the great lodge, about to see many old familiar faces.
I have NOT been to 22 camps in a row.
There was a year when I wasn’t here.
And then another.
And another.
Why?
Divorce.
A wash of memories came through once again as we arrived here, as if an old familiar sad song started playing in the background along with the clunk-clunk of the bridge.
I was aware of loving it at this camp historically, then at the time of my first marriage falling apart, opting out because of heart-break and confusion and thinking “I don’t know how I can attend when my husband has just moved out!”
All the shame, imagining I would need to explain myself to everyone, or that people might be whispering about us or wondering what happened? And how could I sit at the family-style dining tables with my then-husband in the great dining hall? Would we sit at the same tables, or not? Could I handle it if he avoided me or sat at another table? Could I be friendly? How could this possibly work?
It seemed like it couldn’t. I just knew at the time during divorce not to come.
I had felt like the abandoned. 
The father of my children, my former husband, kept coming to this camp with our kids, without me. I was sometimes so sad at hearing the stories my kids told after they attended camp.
I felt like I was missing so much.
I tried to find incredibly fun alternatives for myself during this week in July. I often did.
One year, my former husband suggested I attend camp with the kids instead of him the following summer so he could do something else.
I was STILL uncertain about going (although I did). What will everyone think? I’m the mom from the broken family, the family no one ever expected to break up. My former husband and I were once the Deans of the camp together, the volunteer staff leaders for Camp 2004.
My first year back in “divorce mode” I was so lonely and awkward at the camp. It seemed people weren’t engaging with me that much. I went on many long solo walks. I thought “I won’t ever come back. He can be the one who gets to attend camp, I’ll leave forever.” Sob.
As we parked and got out of the car just this past Saturday, there was a sad-ish uncomfortable nervous feeling within. Other people were running towards each other with huge screams and feet-off-the-ground hugs, but not me. In my mind I had the thought “I don’t belong” yet again. 
 
I even had the words form in my mind “why did I come?”
EXCEPT.
I now have the question “is it true?”
Who would I be without this entire long drawn-out saga of a story?
Who would I be without my story of broken, divorce, can’t, don’t belong, shame, failure, abandonment?
Without this epic story, I notice peoples’ eyes saying hello. I notice smiling faces, and kind hands reaching for a hand shake. I hear someone ask “how has your year been?” and another person say “so good to see you”.
I watch my son and daughter joyfully meet their good friends.
I take in the days here going to lectures, small discussion group, walks, underneath a tree having a heart-to-heart talk with a very dear woman, attending evening performances. I even enter one night and sing a song. I observe faces I remember, and sit with others during meals to share conversation about meditation, housing in Seattle, how much sleep we’re getting, and changing life.
Who would I be without my story?
No longer complaining.
Not upset, sad, piteous, or abandoned.
Sure, I remember what a hard time it was to shift from one way of imagining life to a different way, but a thread of life ran through the entire switch from regular camp attendee and married woman, to unmarried woman who sometimes isn’t at camp, and now back to married woman again who has been at camp for 3 years in a row again.
And is any of that even who I am?
Haha. No.
Today, noticing a soft cool night, noticing I’m not attending the concert and the internet might just remain connected in this remote place so that this writing can be shared, noticing a deep, deep relaxation and the support of gravity, bed, quiet, humans, rain-fresh air coming through the open screened window, and inquiry.
Who would we be without our stories of those committed relationships, or un-committed relationships, or other people and what they think?
Present.
If you’ve got divorcing stories or divorced stories or what-other-people-think divorce stories…you may love joining the upcoming Sunday online live course Divorce Is Hell: Is It True?
“Rejoicing in ordinary things is not sentimental or trite. It actually takes guts. Each time we drop our complaints and allow everyday good fortune to inspire us, we enter the warrior’s world.” ~ Pema Chodron
 
The basic realization that other people can’t possibly be your problem, that it’s your thoughts about them that are the problem-this realization is huge. This one insight will shake your whole world, from top to bottom.” ~ Byron Katie 
Much love,Grace

I’m anxious!

Autumn Retreat starts the evening of Thursday, October 17th and ends Sunday Oct 20th at noon near the beautiful little town called White Haven, Pennsylvania. Read about it or sign up here. Early bird rate until August 15th. Small group, profound opportunity to share self-inquiry and connected time together.

So speaking of a small group….Summer Camp is underway. We had our first “regular” session together just yesterday.

What I love about summer camp, is all of the sudden in an hour of time, all these thoughts get presented to my inner life for inquiry, through this amazing contact with other people.

Technology is quite incredible. A gathering of minds, not bodies.

In one of the longer 2-hour opening day session, someone brought up a wonderful concept to look at closely:

“this anxiety I’m experiencing is coming from x (something in the future that’s about to happen)” 

In this case, it was the gathering of Summer Camp itself.

How often have you experienced anxiety in life? And immediately scanned the environment for where it’s coming from?

That mean-looking person, the foreboding weather, the audience all staring up at me, the expectations from others.

We almost don’t have words for articulating the concepts, but in the most simple form, we’re attaching our anxiety to something on its way.

Winter is coming.

(Notice the music is a little scary for the soundtrack accompanying this thought).

Let’s take a look together.

Can you find something you believe is coming in the future that produces anxiety?

Losing money, failing at something, not hitting it out of the ballpark, being mediocre, doing it wrong, saying something embarrassing, getting divorced, being rejected by other people.

It may even be death. Right?

Because eventually, it will be here for me or for another one I love. (For everyone I love).

What happens when you picture those thoughts, when you have those images float through your head?

YIKES!

Fear in this moment. Reviewing the “best” way to do it. Not feeling very present.

HATING the anxiety. I’m against it. I just want it to go away, and I isolate and shut down, shut my door, and I don’t show up.

If you’re like I’ve been in my life, when you believe “this anxiety is coming from the future (or the past for that matter)” then I would eat! Or avoid going to sleep at night. I might also say “yes” when I meant “no”. Or “no” when I really meant “yes”.

What people in summer camp call noticed is that with this thought, they berated themselves with ideas about how they shouldn’t be anxious, and they should be done worrying about the future by now.

YIKES AGAIN!

Who would you be without the belief that anxiety is connected to something that’s coming?

Weird, right?

What else would this anxiety be attached to? Why would I be having it, if its not about something that’s happening soon?

And who would I be without the underlying belief that this anxiety is bad, wrong, should go away, or that it means something about me?

Wait….what??

You mean having anxiety isn’t wrong?

All I know is I can question my thinking. I ask “is it true” I shouldn’t be anticipating the future? Is it true that the images in my brain are real? Is it true that having anxiety means I’m a less-than-perfect person, or something’s deficient about me, or I won’t succeed or be safe?

No.

Without the belief that my anxiety is attached to an upcoming event that I imagine could go “wrong” or “hurt” then I notice this fiery energy in the body, boiling or like lightening or a storm….

….and I turn towards it and say “oh, hello anxiety, how are you today?”

Without the belief its attached to the future (or the past) I see its singing a song that’s connected to images I’m conjuring in the present moment about something I believe will be happening, something I feel in this body right now about loving life, wanting to be alive, wanting to remain alive.

I have no idea of what will happen in the future.

Could that be a wonderful, exciting thing that I do not know?

Ooohhh, yes.

Turning the thought around: this thing I’m feeling, called “anxiety” is NOT attached to events in the future (or the past)! It’s attached to imaginings in my head, to my mind doing its busy job. It’s attached to the dream that I could potentially not be safe or protected. It’s attached to memories of feeling unsafe or unprotected in the past.

The way of it.

Turning it around: this feeling is excitement. It’s welcome here.

Anxiety is coming through, but it’s not all of me.

YAHOO! This anxiety is attached to the future! It has nothing to do with what’s happening right now (oh, good news)!

That’s soooo true!

I’m a woman in a little cottage listening to voices on a teleconference together, people sharing inquiry.

Right now, person walking towards the stage and seeing the curtain open. Right now, very much alive even though I’ll be dying one day. Right now, completely safe, breathing, sitting, typing, noticing.

Who would you be without your belief that you’re anxious?

“Hurt feelings or discomfort of any kind cannot be caused by another person. No one outside me can hurt me. That’s not a possibility. It’s only when I believe a stressful thought that I get hurt. And I’m the one who’s hurting me by believing what I think. This is very good news, because it means that I don’t have to get someone else to stop hurting me. I’m the one who can stop hurting me. It’s within my power.” ~ Byron Katie

Anxious feelings cannot be caused by a future event…It’s only when I believe a stressful thought that I get anxious. And I’m the one who’s scaring me by believing what I think. This is very good news, because it means I don’t have to get the future event to be different. I’m the one who can stop scaring me. It’s within my power.

Much love,

Grace

P.S. If you still want to join Summer Camp we have many days ahead of inquiry. Next week is an “off” week anyway while I travel, so you could participate July 22-August 19 and it’s sliding scale. Daily inquiry for a whole month, a great experiment.

 

Are you acting like you won’t survive?!

 

Many of us have been places where there are scheduled eating times and eating hours for large groups of people: conferences, cruises, workshops, courses, schools.

There are eating halls, cafeterias with limited hours, dining time and blocks where the kitchen is off limits.

Sometimes people notice when they participate in gatherings like this, or structured programs that include meals….

….they’ll say “I gain ten pounds every time I go on a cruise!” or “I eat too much when I’m at a workshop or on vacation!”

What are your thoughts?

  • this is soooo good, I might never get it again
  • I can’t stop eating this delicious meal
  • I have to eat more than enough, because it’s so rare that I have this available to me
  • I need to eat a lot because there’s a break until the next eating hour

Let’s look at one of these beliefs that sometimes permeates them all: I might not survive! I must take care of myself (like it’s an emergency)!

If you think you don’t have this kind of survival worry about eating and food….notice how you’re acting!

Who would you be without your story?Mu

Much love,

Grace

 

You’re behind–is it true?

Reminder: First Friday is actually Second Friday for July. No good internet for me for this past Friday means no way to connect well with you. I look forward to being with those of you who can attend July 12th at the same bat time 7:45 am Pacific.

It’s a little strange and also wonderful to be without the internet.

I used to dislike it.

All those piled up emails waiting in my Inbox once I reconnected.

Ugh.

I believed I was falling behind.

Have you thought of yourself as “behind” when it comes to something in your life?

It doesn’t have to be about checking emails or doing creative work for business. People feel behind when they take classes, or read books for a book club. People feel behind with their life plans, development, goals. They feel behind with projects, dreams, organizing their closet.

When you run a business, you always have tasks you could be doing: bookkeeping, website updates, outline for upcoming classes, a gazillion things to manage.

In these past days of travel for me (being at my cousin’s wedding and celebrating for 4 days) the internet is very intermittent and very slow.

But sometimes….emails came through and downloaded like they did just today. The signal grew strong.

How did I always react when I believed it was critical to be connected virtually?

I’d get in my car and drive to places where the internet worked, even though I was on vacation. Seriously.

My belief for several years was I had to be working on my business, diligent, responsive, Grace Notes blog daily, updates, follow-ups.

Something happened (including carpel tunnel on my thumbs from daily writing)…

…and the intensity simply slowed down and no longer felt “critical” or “important”.

In fact the last time I was at Breitenbush where they have absolutely zero cell phone or internet, I didn’t bother to come out of the woods even once to “catch up”.

I couldn’t perceive it as “catching up” anymore.

With what? What was behind?

Who would I be without the story I need to work, be on top of my emails, check messages, do the next thing?

Relaxed.

Noticing what’s around me and enjoying it. Connecting with people.

Not having a concern about the future, or what I needed to be doing in it.

Turning the thought around: I do not need to do what I think I need to do, I do not need to connect to the internet, I am NOT behind….and I can if I want.

Today, apparently it’s the way of it to write this inquiry today, and let you know I’m thinking of you.

Without the belief something MUST happen, it happens or not, and both are OK

Much love,

Grace

Summer Camp For The Mind starts on Monday, July 8th.

For all of you who’d appreciate trying it out first, without committing, the first two sessions will be open to anyone and everyone,
  • Monday 7/8 from 4:00-6:00 pm PT Click HERE to join.
  • Tuesday 7/9 from 8:00-10:00 am PT. Click HERE to join.
  • after you’re connected on either day, enter the password “summerpeace”

Autumn Retreat starts the evening of Thursday, October 17th and ends Sunday at noon. Near White Haven, Pennsylvania. Read about it or sign up here.

Enlightenment (independence) is standing on your own two feet, answering the questions YOUR way.

The other day, an inquirer shared a passage from a book by a well-known author and spiritual teacher.

The writing from the book included a sentence or two that began with “we” and it was a positive statement about human goodness and our innate abilities to awaken or be peaceful.

The sentences sounded something like this, so wildly paraphrased they aren’t correct at all, but you’ll get the feel of it: “We” all can find that inner peaceful place inside. “We” all have the ability to settle down and find freedom. “We” are all ultimately good, or doing the best we can.

You may have read lots of sentences like this from many authors, teachers, religious texts, lecturers, leaders, explorers of human nature and those interested in peace.

There’s so much written out there, right?

You could never read it in a lifetime, or even three. Endless quantities of information really. Byron Katie alone has said so much about the experience of being human, thinking, feeling, changing, questioning thought.

It all sounds very nice and everything, but is what you learn, read, take in, hear….actually true, for you?

What struck me about what this inquirer was sharing, was something I found very exciting.

She said she couldn’t assume this positive, favorable paragraph written about people and their access to peace to be true.

Neither can I.

(Even though I often experience people, life, circumstances and how things unfold as absolutely magical, quite honestly, it is all so strange and also wonderful….AND I also experience fear, worry and discomfort and see images that never come true, which is also strange and wonderful).

But back to this issue of believing what others say, think, do or write….and questioning it for ourselves.

Even if it seems “positive”.

I recently watched the brilliant Brene Brown in an interview. She said in her research studies on compassion with over 400 subjects, they had asked a particular question: “Do you think people are fundamentally doing the best they can?”

Brene’s own original answer to this question?

Hell to the no!

I loved her honesty around this.

What I notice is, assuming something is or is not true and taking someone else’s word for it, is not really “inquiry”.

It’s an assumption.

And this work is not about feeling good, assuming it’s all good, sweet, lovely and sugary syrup, and flashing the peace sign.

LOL.

So when you look inside yourself, or look at what you’ve decided about humanity and our capacity for peace, what do you actually see? Are we fundamentally “good” or “bad” or “foolish” or “wise”?

People are like x. People are like y.

Is it true?

You may find, if you sit with it like I did, you don’t really know. So much variety, potential, chaos, joy, despair. I don’t know what’s going on with people.

For me, this was an absolutely wonderful awareness.

It’s also why it’s so, so helpful to look at one situation at a time.

With the steps of inquiry known as The Work, we can focus very distinctly on one group of people, or one person, or one experience we’ve had, to see if our assumptions are true, or not?

With grand statements about all of humanity, or the universe, or the meaning of life?

I Do Not Know.

(This is probably the case with all the unique little situations I’ve experienced, too).

Here’s something interesting to notice in the midst of all this;

How do I react when I believe people are NOT doing the best they can or things here on planet earth aren’t OK?

Resentful. Irritated. Cautious. Isolated. I want nothing to do with people, and sometimes, nothing to do with this life I’m living.

Get it over with. Who cares?

When I look at the world with these glasses on, I cut the world into those who are succeeding or helpful, and those who aren’t. I usually consider myself to be one of those who also isn’t doing the best they can. In and out of peace, unwilling, compulsive, always worrying about something. I’m definitely arguing, on the inside. I’m against.

So what’s it like when I think people ARE doing the best they can and the world is OK? (Or that people CAN find peace within, or discover freedom, and access their inner wisdom or all that nice sounding stuff)?

I feel more open, curious. Even simply willing. Noticing I’m here and so are they, and I’ve had every experience under the sun from horrible to wonderful and here am, being here, still alive.

Except I notice I can be curious, willing and more peaceful even if I’m not so sure about what people are by nature.

I think “we are all good, life is good”….I’m here.

I think “we are all falling short or bad, life is hard”….I’m here.

I notice my thoughts don’t really know anything and my mind can’t possibly be the thing with the final answer. As if an answer is required.

The honest answer in the mind is “I don’t know”.

And  I should know. Wait, is it true?

I need to know. Is it true?

Uh, No.

Turning these thoughts around we can always find the opposites about humanity and life: good, bad, bad, good. Lots of examples and proof.

My thinking is perceiving this as good, my thinking is perceiving this as bad, my thinking is fearful, angry, unhappy….or calm, delighted, loving.

I have to believe what someone else writes or says, or I should, in order to feel good…is that true?

I should believe it’s a friendly universe….really?

The freedom here to think whatever we think is infinite, wild, astonishing.

I love what Brene Brown reported her husband said when she asked him “do you think people are doing the best they can?”

He went to think about it for awhile, and came back and said “I have no idea. But I notice when I imagine they are, it works better, I enjoy life more.”

Does this mean we should assume goodness or friendliness or that people are doing their best, or that we’re all able to find ultimate peace?

No.

And.

Without any set assumption, being for or against what is, I’m here in this moment right now without needing to know the future, or needing to be against the past.

I’m here. Aware. Awake. Seeing, feeling, sensing, wondering.

Not one single answer confirmed, and apparently, that’s OK. Because that’s the way of it.

Look, and it can’t be seen.

Listen, and it can’t be heard.
Reach, and it can’t be grasped.
Above, it isn’t bright.
Below, it isn’t dark.
Seamless, unnamable,It returns to the realm of nothing.
Form that includes all forms,
Image without an image,
Subtle, beyond all conception.
Approach it and there is no beginning,
Follow it and there is no end.
You can’t know it, but you can be it,
At ease in your own life.Just realize where you come from.
This is the essence of wisdom.
~Tao Te Ching #14

If you want to take a close look at beliefs causing you angst, upset, fear, or depression whether they’re “positive” ideas or “negative” ideas about the world….

….come join Summer Camp For The Mind.

There are four questions, and finding turnarounds.

But far, far, far more important?

Our own answers.

“Enlightenment is standing on your own two feet.” ~ Adyashanti

A most wonderful independence to celebrate today, the kind where we’re aware there’s no one but us, and it’s OK….more than OK.

We start Summer Camp for The Mind on Monday, July 8th.

For all of you who’d appreciate trying it out first, without committing, the first two sessions will be open to anyone and everyone,

  • Monday 7/8 from 4:00-6:00 pm PT Click HERE to join.
  • Tuesday 7/9 from 8:00-10:00 am PT. Click HERE to join.
  • after you’re connected enter the password “summerpeace”

Also, I know I’m announcing 865 things lately that are upcoming, but I literally just drove by the gorgeous lodge we’re renting for October retreat in Pennsylvania!!  It’s so beautiful, I had to tell you about it. (I’m far from home right now for a cousin’s wedding)!

Wow, east coast folks….you never mentioned how amazing the terrain is, the beauty. Truly amazing.

Autumn Retreat starts the evening of Thursday, October 17th and ends Sunday at noon. The closest little town about 5 miles away is called White Haven, PA (adorable).

This will be a retreat surrounded by beautiful country (fall colors) in the northeastern USA. Everyone can stay onsite (3 private bedrooms, and many more comfortable beds) and we’ll share some meals and do The Work. Check your calendar, read about it or sign up here. (A few photos on the information page).

And happy independence, happy interdependence, happy dependence and everything in between and beyond….for isn’t the full range of it all what life is all about.

Much love,

Grace