like butterflies dancing across my back

OK. Permission granted to roll your eyes all you want, I know I did, but remember, I didn't ask for it; the words popped completely without encouragement into my mind this morning when I was being adjusted by my teacher's mother (herself a yogi and teacher for 30+ years): "like butterflies dancing across my back". Having spent most of last night awake, waiting for the death grip of a sugar rush to leave my very tired body (note to self: it doesn't take half the pan to 'test' the brownies you baked to bring to work), I chalked the butterfly imagery up to exhaustion. Then it happened again. Another adjustment and there they were, the words themselves dancing across my mind in this crazy, pink cursive script. And I'm not even a pink-cursive-script-liking kind of person. Uber-ashtangi, muscle wrenching adjustments my ass! Those were the most gentle, powerful adjustments ever. I'm inspired.

This inspired me too: "The seeds of some trees are so tightly compacted within their protective covering that only the intense heat of a forest fire can free them, allowing them to sprout". Out of fire comes life. Love. That.

And, for the record, if any of you are wondering whether I've noticed what inspires you - I have. Scaredy-cat resigned from my job post = nothing, boobs and blowjob posts = comments.

Filthy readers ;)

hyvaa shittia

I'm almost loathe to write about this morning in case anyone chooses to make mountains out of what was a supercool experience; but I'm so excited that I'll brave the threat of pop-psychoanalysis anyway.

I met with my meditation teacher this morning and, after sitting for some time, we were talking, not surprisingly, about meditation. About the push and pull for attention, the mind's need to follow sounds...memories...stories...anything to occupy itself and provide distraction from the very simple state of being fully present - just me, right here, right now. He caught onto something in the way I was describing my experience with the morning's meditation, he noticed judging in my speech. In return he seemed genuinely puzzled and was talking about the possibility of NOT judging meditation as 'performance' (that kind of misses the mark) but to use it as an opportunity to just notice. Notice what comes up, the 'good' and the 'bad', and welcome it all equally - without commenting, judging, or applying value. Of course, I know this. I know it a million, trillion times over but, damn, its hard.

As he was talking about not following thoughts, not judging, just being me, right here, right now. A voice popped into my head; a questioning, tentative voice asking "But what if you don't like who you are?" and, of course, it wasn't entirely a hypothetical question, what I meant was "But what if I don't like who I am?". Wow. Where did that come from?

On many different levels, I really don't think I'm all that bad but I guess there's that core, that doubting, that questioning of myself, my worthiness, my goodness; that's there too just beneath the surface, spinning madly to attach to thoughts, sounds, memories, stories, even criticisms and judgements...whatever it takes to keep from peeking behind the curtain and considering the fact that there is that part of me that wonders if I'm good enough - and suspects that I'm not.

That sneaking little suspicion seems to be popping up now more than ever and, given all the changes and uncertainty in my life, it makes perfect sense. Without those external things to latch onto by way of defining myself, I'm just left with me. And, please, don't get me wrong - I don't think that's such a bad place to be; my ego is pretty healthy. Usually my teacher doesn't say much but today was different; today he contradicted me. He stated that he didn't really buy that I believed that, that I didn't like myself, he thought that it was just a 'safe', comfortable place for my mind to go. I think we were both right. I know this may not sound like such a big insight to you but, for me, it's like a light went on in a corner of a room that I didn't even know was there; I'm super excited.

As we talked I felt the inanity of it and had this wish to be a fly on a wall, to witness our conversation and watch as he made his third separate attempt to explain the various alternates to self criticism or judging. It was like being being oriented to a world that I really didn't have the social background to integrate myself into on my own. Even at the time I could see the humour of it as I stopped him to clarify for the millionth time "Ok...so, wait...when I think X I should just accept it? Let it be there without buying into it? Without attaching to it?"...long pause..."Really?".

Hmm. Interesting idea Dr. Meditation ;)

who? me?

I was talking to one of my favourite people in the entire world today and, as is the case with all our conversations, after we hung up the phone I sat lost in thought, letting snippets of our conversation float to the surface before drifting away. We have the oddest synchronicity, he and I. He's my spiritual twin, my mirror, and he has the habit of saying exactly what I need to hear. I often feel like I've exhaled whatever it was I needed to release or relax into after we've talked. It's perfect.

Today he was talking about his 3 year old daughter, how he's noticed that she will not do things if told - pushed - to do them but that if left alone and given space, she'll do it of her own accord. Yeah. I know that that's not news, that you've probably observed that with other beings in your life, but it was exactly what I needed to hear today.

I'm pushing the universe on a million different levels to reveal what it has in store for me. There are too many unknowns in my future which feel all too real because I 'officially' resigned from my job yesterday. I'm scared and I'm pushing. My incessant, constant, scratching need. to. know. is pushing, pushing, pushing in this hopeless, impossible game that I can't possibly win. I know it, I know I can't push things to reveal themselves before their time but, in my fear, I forget.

It was good to be reminded by K. today. Every time I replay his words in my mind I get this kind of abashed, embarassed grin on my face and feel that pushy part of me look around with mock innocence as if to say "Who me? Pushing?" with lips pursed in a too-casual whistle. Yeah, you, pushing - I see you.

It's good to have mirrors.

you mean that's NOT the best thing ever?

Many, many years ago when I was working on my undergrad degree I participated in a PhD research study in exchange for course credit. Since the study explored the connection between depression and dependency, we were asked to complete a questionnaire about our experience with depression, our social network, who we turn to for support/advice, our ability to make independent decisions etc. before being selected (or not) to participate. We received class credit just for completing the questionnaire so I considered it an easy grade - I was surprised when they called me to participate.

It turns out they wanted me to join the 'other' group, the control or comparison group because my scores for 'dependency on others' was so low. As in the lowest he'd seen. Ever. I remember that because he repeated it over and over. Each time he marveled at my low dependency scores I responded with a kind of 'aw, shucks' duck of my head, a little embarrassed at his outrageous flattery.

It wasn't until several years later that I realized that he may not necessarily have been paying me a compliment.

the difference between a teacher and a Teacher

I practiced beside a visiting student at the shala this morning. She clearly had a practice she was comfortable with and each time my Teacher made a suggestion or tried to adjust her she stopped him by saying "I can't".

As I watched Matt respond to this time and time again with the same level of quiet patience and faith I realized something: a Teacher responds to "I can't" by asking you to try - not "because they said so" or to prove them right but to give you the opportunity to prove yourself wrong.

ever done this?

Take a blank piece of paper, divide it into a table with 9 columns and 21 rows. Enter the following questions into the headers of the 9 columns: activity, when was the last time you did this?, free or costs $?, alone or with someone else?, planned or spontaneous?, job related?, involving physical risk?, fast or slow paced?, does it feed your mind/body/or spirit?. Brainstorm 20 things you love to do and enter them into the "things" column in each of the 20 remaining rows, complete the remaining columns for each of the items you recorded.

I'd completely forgotten about this exercise until I came upon a completed chart while I was looking through old books trying to find some paper today (paper which, by the way, was useless once I'd found it because I couldn't find a working pen. In this entire apartment, not one working pen. I'm a student and I write, how is that possible?). Because I have such an overwhelming amount of work to do, I was happy to procrastinate by giving it another go. Although I didn't do it with the intention of comparing it to the one I'd done a few years ago, it was interesting to look at two together. Some changes, some not at all.

The first thing I noticed was how absolutely blessed I am, that a majority of the "things I love to do" are a part of my daily life. 8 of the 20 things recorded were things I'd engaged in within the last 24 hours, 5 others were things I'd done within the last 2 weeks, and 3 others within the last 2 months. The only real hold-outs were the things I do outdoors which I missed this year since I was away all summer. Other changes: more 'planned' than 'spontaneous' this time, life's just gotten really busy, more things need to be planned; a few more 'with someone else' than 'alone' but still, the things I love to do most are overwhelmingly things I do alone - or in the company of others but with no need to talk; almost everything I love to do is free (good thing); and a couple of work-related activities snuck onto the list where before there were none, a life where "things I love to do" are a part of my job? Say it ain't so ;)

I also found a few other exercises I'd completed which I won't bore you with but the bottom line is this: I'm living the life I always wanted. Lucky, I am, but I also know that I'm living the life I've always wanted because I created it. I worked hard, made choices that scared the crap out of me, and took risks. And so, what now? I'm coming up on a time of closure, of finishing one chapter with many paths beginning to make themselves available to me and doors opening before I've even started knocking. Today I realized that before I start running towards every opportunity that presents itself, maybe I need to step back and take a more conscious approach, to at least start considering what comes next in this life that I've always wanted.

And..uh..in case you noticed the categories I didn't summarize? Yeah. Things involving physical risk? None. Fast paced or slow? All slow. I'm as boring now as I was a few years ago ;)

the great christmas boob-off

For the doubters out there, a photo of the boob-off mentioned a few posts ago (what? boobs & bras are not the topic of Christmas morning conversations in your homes?).

The clear winner would have been my mother but you'll have to take my word for it, she declined to participate in our reindeer games. And she wouldn't forward me a picture with her in it. Instead, I offer you my sisters and I.

In case you're too kind to make the obvious observation yourself, I'll say it for you: an undershirt Rebecca? I know, I know, no competition but, really, I threw in the towel on that game years ago. Besides, just look at my sisters; Laura with her plucky determination to just. keep. bra'ing no matter how much we tease her in all of her a-cup gloriousness and Ekah with her engineer-like mastery of the complex mechanics of it all. Who could compete?

Well played ladies, well played.