School. Learning. You should be a good student. (True)?

This past weekend, I went with my husband who is a school teacher to run errands late Saturday afternoon.

He needed supplies to make name tags for his new students, little plastic bins for each child with lids, and some classroom toys. (He’s teaching pre-Kindergarten again this year).

Out in the late afternoon overcast day, I welcomed being a passenger in his car, going along for the ride, resting after running dance in the morning, washing all the windows in my cottage with a dear brother-friend who is a pro window washer, and sweeping, dusting, cleaning.

The weekend looked like autumn, and felt like autumn. Autumn cleaning and autumn rain.
My husband and I were greeted in the bright lights of the fabric store with Halloween decorations, and school supplies.
Fall is when school always began for me, whether I was attending school in Kansas, England, South Africa, Washington state or Colorado.
It’s so ingrained to start new ventures in the fall, it would almost be a surprise for me NOT to have something new beginning in the fall.
But not everything about school is full of simple newness and anticipation that feels good.
Oh, no.
In fact, when my oldest child approached school age, I felt excited….and suddenly, horrified. 
I studied homeschooling options. I felt a strange panic inside about all that he was about to get inundated with.
There’s the definitions of Good Student. Grades, tests, homework, sitting in your seat on time before the bell.
Then, there are the social fields of navigation; if you’re “in” or “out” of a group, or who you eat lunch with, if you play sports or do something well.
And what about being easy for the teacher to work with in the classroom? You should be adaptable, show up always on time, listen (No Talking), not ask too many questions, and do what the teacher says.
The teacher will be happy! You will be praised, or at least appreciated!
Recognizing all this deep conditioning, when it came to my child, I had a voice yelling in my head “You can escape the ongoing system! You can save your kids from being taught what is right and what is wrong incessantly!”
(Monty Python’s hilarious line “subvert the dominant paradigm!”. Even though I wasn’t a huge Monty Python fan when I first encountered them.)
Which is why in Year of Inquiry, even though we begin in the fall…
….we don’t have a “good student” precept or conditioning to follow.
Sure, there are some structures that are intended to support. But they aren’t there to mold or force you or instruct you.
But let’s inquire.
Wherever you are, whomever you are, let’s take a look at this concept I’ve held, it seems, without even knowing how deeply ingrained it was in my bones:
You need to be a good student (and maybe this fits for you in the context of work, if you aren’t a student. You need to be a good worker or employee). 
Is this true?
Oh my. Can we really question this one?
What if I question it and stop being a “good” student? I’ve tried to be such a good student of the world, life, the mind, even meditation.
Wait. What about doing The Work?
I’ve been a really good student of The Work! (Have I)?
But can I know it’s true I need to be a “good” student of anything? Can I know what a “good” student looks like?
Did I have to try hard to take a glorious walk after the rain when all the leaves were steaming yesterday?
(Good students try hard, right?)
Can I absolutely know it’s true that this “good” conditioning or story is the way I need to go about studying….anything?
No.
How do I react when I believe I need to be a good student, or at least try, try, try? Yes, even when it comes to The Work, or doing yoga, or meditating, or doing something supposedly “good” for me?
I put a whole lot of effort into what I’m learning until I avoid it altogether and say “screw it, who cares”.
I evaluate how my day “should” be spent and give myself a thumbs up if I accomplished a lot, and a thumbs down if I did not. (And I believe I know what ‘accomplished” looks like).
I feel a list of ‘shoulds’ running my life. I’m polite, I withdraw, I question myself and earn the right to just relax, instead of “study”. I do things myself, and don’t ask for help.
I forget how much I love to study, and that there are some topics I’m so fascinated by–there is no making myself study, or making myself do it “well”.
Which is why in Year of Inquiry and sharing this orientation means, at a fundamental level, is there is truly no wrong way to do it.
People really have to question this belief to understand, though. Most folks don’t believe it.
But in YOI (or anywhere there’s schooling) you don’t “have to” find insights, become a good example, show up for absolutely everything, do your work the “right” way, not express yourself truthfully.
In fact, I encourage people to NOT follow their “good student” stories.
Instead, we can turn it around, and have fun being BAD students. (LOL).
TA: You need to be a bad student (or bad employee or worker or whatever role you’re questioning). 
What if that was just as true?
Bad students show up (or not) and come to what they can.
They sit down with pen and paper and do The Work (or not) with resistance and complaining and heavy emphasis on noticing what you really don’t like about reality, other people, family of origin, yourself, work, money, stress…..school.
People think they’re behind all the time in regular school, or they have to “catch up” with their homework or assignments.
In Year of Inquiry sometimes people think they’re “behind”.
Behind what?
Usually when I have this thought I’m behind my own ideal version or perfected version of myself (that is entirely unreal). I have thoughts about how my mind should be.
But in this turnaround exploration, I can be the “bad” version of myself. THIS mediocre, regular-person version.
(And we of course find over and over again we can’t know what “bad” or “good” even are, not really).
Who would we be without our stories that we must be schooled, and become Good Students?
Holy smokes, what a question.
All I can say is….free.
I would be free. And unencumbered. Wild instead of domesticated. Perhaps uncertain. Full of new crazy ideas.
There would be no more “not good enough” or “good enough”. No constant measuring and evaluation, or believing that the measurements are true.
What we have going in Year of Inquiry you can bring into your own new year of inquiry, starting today.
Consider if you did not have “bad” or “good” on how you parent, what kind of a mate you are, what kind of employee you are (or manager), how well you managed life?
What if you just arrived here from another planet for the very first time, with no concepts of how there are right ways to do things here, and wrong ways?
What if you just noticed what works and what doesn’t work, and what feels loving and what feels violent?
Perhaps it is not so scary to question your stories about what is “good” and what is “bad”.
Perhaps this could offer the greatest freedom you ever imagined.
“Once I learned the scam we run on ourselves here, once I understood that people were pretending not to know who they are, it became simpler to talk….
….Everything comes and goes in its own time. You have no control. You never had any control, and you never will. You only tell the story of what you think is happening. Do you think you cause movement? You don’t. It just happens, but you tell the story of how you had something to do with it: ‘I moved my legs, I decided to walk.’ I don’t think so. If you inquire, you’ll see that that’s just a story. You know that you’re going to move because everything is happening simultaneously. You tell the story before movement, because you already are that. IT moves, and you think that you did it. Then you tell the story of how you’re going somewhere or how you’re doing something. The only thing you can play with is the story. that’s the only game in town.” ~ Byron Katie

If you’re ready to join me on an open adventure in being with other minds, sharing The Work together, all of us letting go of stories of “good” and “bad”, then check out Year of Inquiry HERE.

Much love,

Grace

P.S. Two spots left in fall retreat in Pennsylvania Oct 17-20, dorm style lodging in our great big beautiful amish-style vacation home. Bring your own bedding or we’ll have a cot set up for you (lodging has a small separate fee).

Do you act invisible, or tough? (Year of Inquiry starts next week).

I am getting so excited for Year of Inquiry I had to make a video to talk about it.

But before we go there….I wanted to share a most fascinating awareness that came to me today from speaking to a lovely inquirer who has done a lot of self-inquiry.

He said one thing he noticed in the mystery of life unfolding, with inquiry as a practice, was when he believed reality was frightening or unsuitable or troubling….

….he became either:

A) invisible, quiet, unnoticeable, or,

B) stronger than strong and very tough, rough, intense

I was touched by his awareness.

I’ve found the same two kinds of behaviors inside my own self.

Choice A as a strategy to deal with a difficult reality: Be invisible.

What does “invisible” look like? How do I react when I think “invisible” is safe?

Apparently, in many situations, this has been my strategy to deal with a frightening or difficult reality.

I lay low. I don’t speak out much. I avoid groups. I don’t raise my hand. I don’t yell. I stay at home. I’m super nice. I’m apologetic. I keep a low profile.

What about Choice B? Be tough.

I once knew someone who, when it came to physical appearance, she was very, very tough. Tattoos everywhere, body-building background, edgy mannerism and voice, sarcasm.

I’ve had the same tough energy in some situations. I’ve decided I’ll be tough, stand up firm, hold strong, maybe even refuse to communicate.

Yikes.

Both these strategies for “dealing” with life and reality appear to be fairly natural reactions to traumatic events, not getting needs met, suffering around emotions, not feeling safe to express ourselves.

What if we went back and sat with these experiences that have hurt or felt frightening….and “worked” them (asking the four questions)?

Where have you felt at odds with reality? At any point in your life?

That’s what The Work, for me, is for.

It’s for finding out where I decided life is too hard or scary. And questioning that.

As I’ve done this, I notice the strategies for dealing become neither A (invisibility) nor B (toughness) but instead….love.

Who would we be without our stories?

If you’d like to find out, you may love stepping into a whole Year of Inquiry. I love the energy, the group, the sincerity, the step-by-step way we move into The Work.

People who do Year of Inquiry and stay steady with it question their minds, hear fellow-travelers question theirs, make wonderful “work” partners, and find it is incredibly helpful in supporting us to actually DO The Work (rather than doing it in the car, and skipping to the turnarounds).

Members of Year of Inquiry also learn how to facilitate The Work well, through fairly rigorous practice of exchanging facilitations with someone else in the program every month.

Amazing to find what can happen with this kind of re-orientation towards life.

I invite you to come find out.

Much love,

Grace

I’ll suffer when it happens, it’s going to hurt (+ Ten Barriers replay and YOI registration opens)

Have you ever had thoughts that sometime later, you’re going to suffer, hurt, be in a bad mood, feel unhappy….

….because of something about sleep going wrong?

More on that in a sec.

Before inquiry today….a huge thank you to all the people who attended Ten Barriers Online workshop this summer. If you asked about a replay, click right here to watch.

Please enjoy it and blessings on your inquiry journey. I hope it helps you if you feel discouraged or stuck. (And if it feels right, Year of Inquiry opens regular registrations today through Sept 8).

So about that sleep issue.

Three days ago, in the middle of my regular day working with clients, running errands, gathering for the Ten Webinars webinar for the last time….a thought snuck in.

I was thinking about my upcoming weekend.

It was Friday, but the very next day I’d be off to Bellingham, Washington about 1.5 hours north to see my daughter’s final theater production for the summer season (she’s studying stage management, and history, and getting extra college credit in both topics this summer).

After seeing the play in the evening, we’d head to her apartment, get her packed bags, and drive back home (1.5 hours on the freeway late at night) then sleep for 3.5 hours and wake up to alarms at 3:45 am to drive to airport and get her on a plane to Greece.

She’s never traveled alone before.

This feels like a major moment, as she’s paying for the entire trip herself. She’ll be earning credit for studying history in Athens for 3 weeks.

Wow.

But about that sleep thing.

The part where I said we’d be sleeping 3.5 hours at the most, then getting up again for more driving.

That’s the thought that entered my mind on Friday, about what it would probably feel like on Sunday.

I’ll be exhausted. Dizzy. Spacey. Crabby. Anxious.

A few hours after the thought entered my mind on Friday, a client came who said he hadn’t slept for 4 nights, experiencing huge wide-eyed anxiety in the middle of the night, feeling exhausted all day.

I suddenly remembered (with great fondness and appreciation) a lovely inquirer who joined the Year of Inquiry about 3 years ago from France who had agonizing sleep issues and really wanted to take them to The Work.

Sleep. Lack of it. We sometimes get very anxious about what it means, what will happen, what we’ll experience.

I’ll suffer.

My health is deteriorating.

I can’t join my friends for that hike in Turkey.

I’ll get fired from my job. 

I’ll get sick.

I’ll go crazy.

Time to pause and question the mind full of anticipation about what will happen in the future….And we can do this about anything, not just sleep.

In fact, we’re doing this same exercise right now in the relationships course (divorce/break-up) where we’re looking at what scares us about the future we’re expecting we’ll live as our lives unfold in a relationship transition.

What am I afraid of happening?

I’ll suffer. It will be uncomfortable. I’ll be afraid. I’ll underperform. It will hurt.

Is it true?

Yes. I have to have 7-8 hours of sleep to feel good (this is so not true for me, but the mind still thought it).

Can you absolutely know you’ll suffer and it will hurt—if you have interrupted sleep the way you’re expecting and planning?

No.

How do you react when you believe you’ll suffer or hurt….later. 

I start suffering and hurting right now.

I feel heightened worry. I have images of suffering in the future under those frightening conditions. I see previous times when sleep was less than desirable.

An image came to mind of me sitting on the closed lid of a toilet, florescent hotel bathroom light on overhead, writing frantically on a pad of paper. I was doing The Work. I didn’t want to wake my roommate.

Why was I awake? To do The Work apparently.

Who would I be without my thought that I’ll suffer, it will be hard, it will hurt…two days from now?

Laughing about how the mind loves to think it knows everything.

Sure, there’s likely scenarios. We can research, ask for help, seek understanding…but can I do this without suffering and imagining the worst? Can I treat my sleep predicament like a puzzle to solve, for fun even? Or like a ride I’m about to go on at an amusement park? Not with resentment, or fear?

Turning my thought around: when I sleep “badly” in two days, I will NOT suffer, it will not hurt. 

It might even be fun–wow! What if it was?

Well, I’m here to tell you right now….I did this very work when I was distressed briefly about it on Friday. I took the thought seriously. I didn’t say “oh who cares, I’ll be fine” and brush it off.

I sat and did this inquiry, and today when I’m sharing this with you (after the crazy sleep situation has already happened)….apparently I’ve slept 3.5 hours and rested another 1.5 with eyes closed and I feel absolutely nothing that is hard, hurting, or suffering. Despite what some would call a terrible night’s sleep.

This may not have been true, if I had not held still for 20 minutes and did this work in writing by myself the other day.

So grateful for the sweet experience of rest even in lack of sleep (apparently).

Can I know doing The Work is the thing that made this a non-issue today? No, I can’t absolutely know that.

But something inside me eased up. I found humor in sleep disruption, in preparation for it apparently happening on in the future…and then what I thought would occur in reality did not.

And now?

Time for a little afternoon nap.

 

Much love,

Grace

P.S. If you have any kind of persistent “problem” in your life that causes stress….and you’d really love a regular practice of self-inquiry in The Work….I’d love to have you in Year of Inquiry. The group is always brilliant, full of learning, and such wonderful people to get to know. Love to have you join us.

Everything we think we know? Wow.

“All upset is in you, not in reality. All upset is in you, not in the world. Just understanding this, and no more, has changed lives 180 degrees. Reality itself is not upsetting, reality is not problematic. If there were no human mind, there would be no problems. All problems are created by the mind.” ~ Anthony De Mello

(Doesn’t Tony De Mello sound like Katie? He was a Jesuit priest who lived an extraordinary life and died in 1987).

So all problems are created in the human mind? But, what about when I broke my leg?

What about when my kids were on reduced lunch program because of such a lack of money?

What about when my friend was dying of cancer as I sat next to him on his death bed?

What about the ideal partner who isn’t here, and I’m all alone?

How about the divorce I endured 12 years ago? (By the way, we have room for only 2 more and the deadline for anyone joining is August 30th for our 8 session course. Read about it here). 

Back to this Grace Note. And inquiry.

For me, Grace Bell, very ordinary human being with stressful thoughts cascading through the mind.

I have been a believer with all my heart and body (well, OK, my mind) that I need someone’s love, I need more money or my business to succeed, I need my kids to be happy, I need my children to do it “right”, I need certain people to live, I need her (friend, family member) to connect with me….

….in order for me to be happy.

Well, all of us have had thoughts like these, and felt the effects of believing them.

But sometimes I think I know better, or should know differently by now.

(Is it true? LOL. No.)

I’ve had The Work though: the capacity to question my beliefs and the energy of thinking, the product of thinking.

And yet, some kind of plateau sometimes happens quite honestly–perhaps a gripping resistance around the brilliant and powerful question “Who would you be without your thoughts?”

So many times doing The Work.

And still, here we go again….

…..the first impulse, it seems, is that REALITY is responsible for upsetting me.

Not my own mind.

Oh no, it just couldn’t be that simple to sit with the meditation, to wonder about the answer to the question: “who would I be without my story?”

It seems there’s a cover story that says this, that the mind loops back to regularly.

The story sounds like this: “Once upon a time, something bad happened. It’s not in my mind….it’s the world, it’s circumstances, it’s that person that’s upsetting me! It’s the lack of money upsetting me! I have to work harder! And, it’s too scary or difficult to wonder what it would be like without this story!”

Who would I be without the deep, general, underlying, foundational-appearing perspective that something else–not this mind–is the source of the upset?

Who would I be without my upsetting thoughts?

Gasp.

You mean.

All these things I wish were here, and all the things I used to have that are gone (including people I love) and all the things that seem good to have like money, care, house, good livelihood, productivity, success, unexpected gifts, food, clothing, music, art, even insights/awareness, enlightenment….

….I might really imagine who I would be without needing these, in order to be happy?

Can we imagine it?

Is it so foreign? So impossible? So “hard”?

Look around right now.

Where am I sitting? A chair. It’s very quiet.

Sometimes, the mind will say “OK, if it’s not the world, then it’s ME that’s the problem!”

But that’s still thinking there’s something to blame, and I need to attack it or change it or get rid of it.

In the moment of this writing, the whole world is here, glowing, being itself. There’s even an apparent woman tapping on a laptop keyboard.

Without my upsetting thoughts that something is missing, or something is necessary in order to be happier (including me being different)….

….I’m automatically peaceful. Curious. Content.

Seeing that I’m the observer of All This.

“I” am not the woman, or the rug, or the thinking.

If you suddenly forgot about your Big Problems (you know the ones)….

….Who would you be without these stories?

A joyful sob enters my own throat.

It’s not just relief, it’s…..wonder.

Turning the so-called Problems around: I don’t need any of these things in order to be peaceful, or happy. Nothing is missing (except in my thinking).

TurnAround: It is my mind, a story (not even “my” story) that is creating my upset, worry, striving, dissatisfaction. Reality is doing what it does. It’s unfolding. Mind, thinking. No problem.

I suddenly see today this grip that sneaks in, the tantalizing, interesting idea that reality is unkind and I’m off the hook….(for about 2 seconds until I’m entirely to blame).

It can’t be me that’s been fooled, right?

No, no. It can’t be me who has gone to sleep, or felt the conditioning of stories from the past. Oh no!

Surely the problem is more complex than answering the question “who would I be without my troubling story right now?”

Is it safe to be without upsetting thoughts?

Woah.

Who would I be without the story I need to be upset? Ever?

And it doesn’t mean I shouldn’t be upset, if I am.

But when I am (and like most of us, I’ve been upset about a bunch of things in little seizure-like moments)….

….Reality suddenly offers a memory, an image, an idea–from other people (like Anthony De Mello) or friends, from life, from even this mind….

….that says “wake up!”

It’s a brand new day! A new moment!

Starting now. And now.

We get up again, and take another step.

That’s why for me….Thank God Almighty or Reality Almighty or Awareness Almighty that I have this thing called The Work of Byron Katie as a gentle option to my stressful thinking.

It goes deeper, and deeper, and deeper….and I discover more about resistance, and emptiness, and suffering, and peace, and joy….

….every day I do The Work.

Which is why I’m thrilled to start the practice of The Work again, for the 11th time, in Year of Inquiry. (I said the 10th time, and then I just finally counted how many groups there have actually been, and this one will be the 11th–see what I’m like?)

People are already signing up, even though official registration opens Sept 2nd – Sept 8th. I am honored and thrilled with each person who elects to join this deep-dive practice in The Work and questioning our upset.

I’d really love to tell you that after 14 years of doing The Work, I feel free 100% of the time.

I get that in reality, I actually am free (except for the thoughts that say I’m not).

But the sensations and feelings within jump all about.

Drama, worry, nervousness, sadness, ruminating, anxiety. Concern about not knowing what will happen next.

I am right here with you.

And then so quickly the question arising, when I’m unhappy or worried….“is it true?” 

I see the way a story marches through the mental landscape to protect or warn, a conditioned way of seeing things.

The relief, then curiosity, then joy of wondering who I’d be without my story?

I love doing The Work with other people because they don’t get identified with my story.

All of us are a more objective observer for our fellow inquirers.

Right now, who would YOU be without your stressful story about your problems of what’s happened in the past, or what might happen in the future that hurts?

What if you were a bird? A tree? A chair? A human with a different perspective?

Noticing. Awareness. Awareness. Noticing. Awareness.

Now.

If you’re considering joining the Year of Inquiry, a group for regular practice all through an entire year, then you may like attending the two final free 90-minute online workshops I’m running this upcoming week: Ten Barriers That Derail The Work, and How To Dissolve Them.

Some of these barriers are exactly why I started Year of Inquiry–to address them through practice of The Work with others. No sudden realization required, just slowly whittling away at the repetitive thinking that life is hard, and suffering is inevitable.

The Ten Barriers workshops will be 90 minutes with the final 20 minutes devoted to sharing the outline of Year of Inquiry. To get notified of these two no-cost live workshops, sign up here. We’re meeting Tuesday 8/27 at 5:30 pm PT and Friday 8/30 at 9:00am PT.

If you want to jump immediately to a simple understanding of the outline of the year of inquiry, and what’s involved and included and how much it costs, then watch this 20 minute presentation here.

And today I’m sharing my latest podcast with you, an interview with a woman who participated in Year of Inquiry last year–she shares about her experience in simply doing The Work as a practice and how it affected her life step by step, month by month. (Thank you, Julie).

Listen to Peace Talk podcast interview right here.

Much love,

Grace
P.S. Anyone who needs to talk on the phone before signing up for YOI, reply to this email and let me know. We’ll set up a 15 minute conversation.

 

Afraid of being afraid, so we did The Work

Have you had the feeling sometimes that The Work just doesn’t work for you?

It’s too “in the head”, or you’re doing a worksheet on the same person over and over again without much shifting, or you don’t really get what the benefit of raking through the scariest things in your life can really do for you….

Sigh.

I’ve had some objections to the results of The Work or the idea of doing The Work.

And then I would hear other people share some of the same objections or reasons The Work wasn’t working for them.

Several years ago in Year of Inquiry, after six months of already being underway and everyone practicing The Work together, one of the members reached out to me.

“I suddenly realized, doing The Work might not be such a good idea. I think I should stop doing it. It seems unsafe to not have any stressful thoughts. I wish I had known this before I started in the fall.”

Of course we had a conversation and investigated the thinking behind this, gently, openly. Everyone is free and can move where they need to, no one has to do anything, and it was helpful to talk it through.

She was feeling like the solid ground of her beliefs she had always thought of as true about life, the world, relationships were eroding. She didn’t like the sense of uncertainty.

I was fascinated!

I could even relate.

Feeling fear is one of my own most uncomfortable experiences.

Who wants to be afraid?

Not me, no thank you.

I don’t like scary movies, Stephen King novels, or amusement park rides that flip you around all over. I also used to not like speaking in front of people, or talking to people much at all (very shy).

Except.

When I have this kind of orientation to experiencing a feeling, even the terrible feeling of fear….

….I am living my life carefully, cautiously. Anxiously.

I’m moving into places I feel safe in, and avoiding other places that make me nervous.

I’m believing those uncomfortable places are the things that are making me nervous, not my beliefs or perspective.

I’m sure I’m safe because I know where Not to go.

It feels like a constrained way to live. Like narrowing down my world into something bite-sized and manageable, not to new and crazy.

I realized along the way….the way out of this constraint is to question my beliefs.

In any situation, I can identify what frightens me about it, if I feel stressed, and then question that.

If I feel afraid, I know it’s an alarm clock going off, a moment to pause, watch, listen, open up.

It’s not comfortable to feel fear, but it happens. It’s a message. It has a role. It says “wait, listen, take a second look, watch”.

Instead of being afraid of feeling fear, or so focused on managing my life so it’s safe and comfortable, I could question the belief “feeling fear is bad”.

True?

No.

Feeling anything isn’t bad or wrong. Anger, resentment, disappointment, anxiety, sadness. These are feelings in the human condition. They happen.

Who would I be without my story that feeling fear is bad, and should be avoided?

Open to the risk of feeling fear.

Stepping out in the world to take it all in. Doing new things, going unusual places (if that seems right), talking to people all the time at a deep intimate level, wondering about the view I have of anything.

Questioning my fear doesn’t mean I jump off the roof, because I’m not afraid of falling. I’m aware the law of gravity appears to exist. I’m aware of the results and I don’t need to test them.

Who would I be without my story that I need to keep my stories so I don’t get into further danger that could be worse?

LOL.

Trusting. Being. Noticing the Great Unknown. Aware I really don’t get what’s going on here, but it’s all quite astonishing and amazing, and brilliant.

The second barrier I share in the Ten Barriers That Derail The Work workshop, is having Fear of Fear. That sudden feeling that I need to stop questioning something because it means….something dangerous, something worse.

The belief that I need to know, I need to hold onto my thinking, I need to grasp at the truth, I feel afraid of not knowing what’s true….so I’m going to stop inquiry.

I loved sharing the webinar yesterday with all those who attended. I’ll be offering it again tomorrow morning Thursday, August 21st at 9:00 am Pacific Time. Join me here.

At the end I share the outline of what we do in Year of Inquiry, a year long practice of The Work, and a wonderful program.

What makes the program so wonderful for me is we’re a group of kind, loving people sharing their honest fears about what’s happened in their lives, and then answering four questions about these moments.

What I’ve found is that nothing terrifying can really happen when we answer four questions and find turnarounds. It’s simply an experiment in looking at what we’ve experienced from every angle.

We’re studying our minds, our behaviors, other people, how we’ve seen the world when it hurts. We’re exposing our fears, and asking “is it true?”

I have so far found it very safe to do this.

“Stress is the gift that alerts you to your asleepness. Feelings like anger or sadness exist only to alert you to the fact that you’re believing your own stories….Who would you be without your identity?” ~ Byron Katie in A Mind At Home With Itself

I’m enjoying finding out. At least most of the time.

Looking forward to sharing Ten Barriers again tomorrow and two more final times next week before Year of Inquiry begins in September.

Much love,

Grace

 

They don’t care about me–or is it that I don’t care about myself?

In a moment, let’s do The Work on the belief: that person doesn’t care about me.

Ay me!

When we believe this thought we can feel so sad, disappointed, or angry, you know? Even mild irritation is a message to question the belief.

But first…a few upcoming events that are so close to deadline, I wanted to make sure you were aware, so you can join in if they’re right for you:

1) Today is the last day for early bird registration for fall retreat (this year near the gorgeous Poconos Mountains of Pennsylvania). We meet Oct 17-20. For more information or to register, head over here. We’ll all be sharing a beautiful lodge and there are good loft beds left but not in private rooms–some of the best retreats I’ve ever been on, to my surprise, were when everyone lay on sleeping mats in one big room to sleep. This is a beautiful place to do The Work together, step by step, family style.

2) If you’re wanting to heal from any time in your life DIVORCE or BREAK-UP or SEPARATION, Nadine Ferris France and I would love to have you, beginning this coming Sunday. We meet 11:00 am Pacific Time/2:00 pm Eastern/ 7:00 pm UK from August 18-October 13 (no class August 25th).

Nadine and I both went through marriages ending, and all the suffering that ensued…until we did The Work.

We love sharing the freedom that comes out of doing The Work on this issue with others. Every call is recorded so no need to attend every single one. We meet in a private special forum and really dive into The Work on the mindset that creates war, panic and despair when it comes to relationships transitioning in this way. Learn more or register here.

3) Year of Inquiry starts in a month. Overjoyed to begin this profound journey for another year with a new group of old friends and new. Join us! Read about it here. (And I’ll be offering info sessions on it soon, stay tuned).

A lot of opportunity to do The Work, to question the stressful and stressed-out mind.

Including the thought I mentioned at the beginning of this newsy Grace Note….when someone doesn’t care about you.

This is a thought some of us have had many, many times.

So the easiest thing to do is to pick just one situation with one person. A moment when you really recognized they weren’t caring about you.

God, a girlfriend, a husband, a sibling, your mother, your boss, the neighbor.

What they said, did, or did not do, what they acted like….it proves they don’t care.

A memory comes alive in me suddenly of being enraptured in the middle of watching the ballet “Cinderella” on the television at age 8. It’s a rare moment, I’m alone in the den of our big green house in Kansas for some reason, sitting in the big chair where my dad usually would sit if he were also watching.

Abruptly, my mother enters the room and turns off the television.

(I am so upset about not seeing the rest of the story, told in ballet form, that I still remember the crime to this day).

My mother is very angry. I get my marching orders to go to bed…now. 

Is it true she doesn’t care about me?

YES!

If she cared, she’d let me watch the whole program.

(Is that really true)?

No.

How do you react when you believe that person doesn’t care?

Furious. Put out. Angry. Sad. Feeling it’s Not Fair.

I remember being entirely and completely stuck in the belief that if she cared, she’d allow me to watch, and that it was my only time ever in history I could watch that program.

But who would I be without this belief, that caring = letting me do what I want?

I’d know right away she does care about me. I wouldn’t velcro together me getting my whole TV program with her caring.

I’d contemplate other ways to finish the program some day, instead of give up in despair.

Turning it around:

My mother DOES care about me. I don’t care about myself. I don’t care about her!

Easy to find that I don’t care about her at all. I imagine now, as an adult, that she might have been putting my 3 other sisters to bed (why was I alone watching TV, anyway–maybe the only time I can ever remember that ever happening in my life)? I have no recollection of anything else going on in the house–only MY story and entertainment that wasn’t ending happily.

I didn’t care about myself. I didn’t see how capable and able I was to experience disappointment, but not freak out. I was able to move on. Except my re-conjured up memory, I was totally fine and un-disturbed. I could change channels in the middle of something without dying…easy. It was uncaring of me to miss how all was well in the moment….not a disaster.

She did care about me. Of course she did. She even wanted me to go to bed, since it was night time, and get good sleep. She was wonderful that way. She was a guide, and offered stellar structure of self-care each day.

A little lightly and barely stressful memory just un-did itself in this inquiry today. It’s the type of not-very-stressful memory that I’ve never “worked” before with self-inquiry.

What I notice about caring, is when I believe it isn’t happening, even with the belief that I should care about myself (and I don’t) then I’m full of punishment and attack energy. To others, to me.

Undoing those thoughts is a profoundly brilliant experience. One by one.

Which brings me to the lovely conversation I had recently with Ernest Holm Svendsen, another Certified Facilitator of The Work who lives in Denmark.

So marvelous to hear about someone’s loving journey in The Work over the years.

Listen to podcast here or watch us in the same conversation on youtube right here:

 

Navigating the muddy waters of self-hatred and criticism

Last weekend, I spent a few short days in the high mountains of Colorado. I took this photo at 12,000 feet above sea level where the air seemed thin.

The sky was wild and daunting.

This kind of threat can happen on the inside of our minds as well, in the landscape we call the inner world.

If you’ve ever meditated by sitting quietly without moving, closing your eyes, and not going to sleep….

….you might have noticed the mind is very stormy.

(Dang, no kidding, right?! Holy smokes. LOL.)

It starts screeching like a jungle full of monkeys, or a bunch of farm animals neighing and baying and honking and howling all at once.

And funny how the mind will change back and forth around using “I” and using “you” when it begins to think about who you are in various situations and it starts talking to you, on the inside of your own head.

“You should have said x” and “You shouldn’t have said y”. “I wish I did a” and “I can’t seem to do b”. 

Or even worse.

“You’re such an idiot! What the hell?! WHY did you say, feel, think, do THAT, of all things?!”

The voice is very vicious.

The other day, I suddenly remembered Byron Katie’s comment “victims are vicious people.”

And sometimes, we’re most vicious to ourselves.

The thing I’ve found immensely helpful, is sitting with the thoughts we have, this dreadfully abusive story, and questioning it….respectfully.

So, we’re not saying “I’m a horrible person because I am so mean to myself” (which is more of the same).

We’re not saying “I know it’s mean, so I’ll just Not Think it and try harder to be nice with my self-talk”. (Can you not think something you’re already thinking)?

We’re not saying “I know it’s not true”. (Too late, something within thinks it is).

We’re really contemplating this story of how horrible we are or we were in a situation.

Is it true you should have, could have been otherwise?

Is it true you shouldn’t have reacted that way?

Is it true you shouldn’t have such a mean, nasty voice against yourself?

Yes.

Can you absolutely know this is true, without a single shadow of a doubt? What’s the reality?

Oh.

Hmmm.

No.

How do you react when you think you have horrible outrageous self-talk that you need to fix?

It gets even worse. You feel like a victim of a really nasty perpetrator, in your own head.

So who would you be without this story that you should be nicer, talk nicer, feel nicer, generate more kindness to yourself?

Strange, right?

Aren’t we supposed to “think positively”?

I find it’s much easier to let the mean one be there than to fight it. It’s just a thought. It’s just an energy. It believes violence can make something happen, just like we all probably have at some point.

It’s just a voice of fear talking.

If I didn’t have the belief I should have a better-sounding voice on the inside of my head (when it’s a mean one talking) then I just might find a little humor about the voice. I wouldn’t feel so resistant.

I wouldn’t think something’s wrong with me.

TA: this voice SHOULD be here. Well it is, so apparently it should be. Did I invent it? No. (Chuckle).

The mean voice should be here because it helps me discover my own fears, it helps me see my ideas that believe violent energy and speech will assert change. It helps me see how that doesn’t work. It helps me notice how split I become, being both victim and perpetrator.

It also should be here because I can see it’s just a voice. It doesn’t “make” me do anything.

Do you have the patience to wait until your mud settles and the water is clear? Can you remain unmoving til the right action arises by itself? The master doesn’t seek fulfillment. Not seeking, not expecting, she is present and can welcome all things.” ~ Tao Te Ching #15

When we notice this voice present for ourselves or towards others, it so often hurts.

There has to be another way.

Let’s question our war with any voice that condemns or criticizes anyone.

If you notice hurt, rage, resentment or worry about a partner who is leaving, ending the relationship, breaking up, moving away….you may love sinking into inquiry soon on Sundays 11:00 am Pacific Time online.

Divorce Is Hell: Is It True? with Grace Bell and Nadine Ferris-France, learn more and sign up here.

Much love,

Grace

P.S. Ten Barriers Online Workshop (all Pacific Time and all free):

  • Tuesday August 20th 5:30 pm
  • Thursday August 22nd 9 am
  • Tuesday August 27th 5:30 pm
  • Friday August 30th 9 am.

I share at the very end of Ten Barriers all about Year of Inquiry, which opens to registration Sept 2-8 and we begin the week of Sept 9th. To sign up for the Ten Barriers webinar click here.

He didn’t support me

This past weekend, I was traveling in a most dramatic area of the world. Twelve thousand feet above sea level. Wild blue skies and howling wind. Aspens tree flickering. Sun burning.

Dramatic.

But not only because of the space and environment.

Yes, most people think its a dramatic area because the temperature can change 20 degrees in an instant if the rain clouds descend, and the elevation is so high in some places there are no trees and only sparkling granite and tiny plants that hug the earth tightly.

The place is dramatic to me because I spent lots of time there.

With my first husband. Who was born in the same state.

He left me in 2005.

While on the trip, I watched the images rush through my mind of sad times, happy times, connection with his family, thinking I should have appreciated him more, feeling soooo nostalgic.

I even said some of his words and jokes out loud.

They popped in as associations from all those previous visits to his family, his stomping grounds, his past where I learned so much from him about his life….as we do when we’re dating and falling in love and marrying.

How odd to notice the entire arch of the relationship didn’t go anywhere near what I would have expected.

I suppose we never do expect divorce.

So is it true he didn’t support me? Is it true he left me (the never-ending repetitive story that isn’t actually 100% true)?

No.

Who would I be without this thought, even as I remember him like he was sitting right next to me?

Noticing the sameness of the town, the road, the red cliffs, the dry air.

Noticing the different place, the new large hotel room where I was staying, the current friends I met there, the loving husband I had at my side (my second husband).

Without any thought about what was “support” and what wasn’t “support” I was watching, entranced with the fascinating current updated story.

Turning the thought around: I didn’t support myself, I didn’t support him, he DID support me.

Wow, I can so find examples for all of these.

I didn’t support myself when I said I couldn’t handle him leaving, that I couldn’t make it on my own, that I couldn’t be successful, that I’d never love again.

I didn’t support him when I didn’t ask him how he really felt, but isolated and shut down, and went off on other weird and unusual adventures and retreats (they were all useful).

He DID support me by doing what he did. I came out stronger, more clear, more appreciative…and in fact I can now consider his departure which felt so difficult as one of the most key highlight important points of my entire life.

I learned to stand on my own two feet. I woke up to reality in so many ways.

I can’t thank that man enough, the one who divorced me. He supported me to do what I always wanted to do: calm down.

(If you’d like to view my facebook video on this work from yesterday…head to my page Work With Grace and watch. The link is right here.

“We say be with me! Be with me! That’s not unconditional love, that’s taking prisoners…..I invite you to wake yourself up.” ~ Byron Katie

If you want to join the upcoming live course online on Divorce or Breaking Up….we begin Sunday, August 18th 11:00 am Pacific Time (90 mins). We meet 8 Sundays (not August 25th) until October 13th. Wonderful group, shared private forum, powerful exercises pointing us to freedom whether we are “partnered” or “not partnered”.

Sign up for Divorce Is Hell: Is It True? with Grace Bell and Nadine Ferris-France here.

Much love,

Grace

Ten Barriers Online Workshop final offerings this year in two weeks (all Pacific Time): August 20th 5:30 pm, August 22nd 9 am, August 27th 5:30 pm, August 30th 9 am. After that…Year of Inquiry opens to registration and we begin September 10th or 12th. To sign up for the Ten Barriers webinar click here.

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.