Have you ever been in a gossipy conversation? Or one where you all get to laugh at someone else’s failings? I admit, I have. It can feel pretty righteous at the time, even if it feels icky in the quiet of the night.
Thing is, most of us, at least at times, feel apart. Separated from everyone else.
Most of us, in one moment or another, find our thoughts turn to something we want, that we don’t have. A friendship. Food on the table. Money. Physical health. A thriving business. To publish a book. The perfect lover. It might be a fleeting sense of lack, or a backdrop to our days.
It’s so easy to get caught up in thought. It happens in the blink of an eye, too fast to intervene. One minute we’re rolling along, all pip and dandy, the next, the wheels have fallen off the bus.
Life can feel hard at times. Problems to overcome or goals to achieve. Our upbringing, our education, our culture, even our common sense, all suggest that we need to work hard, that excellence is built on effort.
As part of a recent conversation with a client, they said something like, “yeah, but I have real clients with real problems, and your airy-fairy love approach isn’t going to work for them”.
It is so easy to assume that home is located in space – tied to this landscape, this house, with these people and animals. Somewhere we can leave, and return to.
This is not a gentle article. I’m going to suggest things you might think are a denial of a self you are secretly attached to. Bear with me, it takes us to a Self of pure Love.
“Outside of this thought, who am I?”
We have an understanding. End of. No why, no because, no reason, no application. Yet the human mind finds meaning in it. Natural, normal, necessary.
I’ve often heard it said, “I’m living in the feeling of my thinking moment to moment”. I tried it myself for a couple of weeks, and it never sounded true. Here’s why:
