Today’s Oracle takes us to the Gemini monthly for August 1, 2001
If you learned to worry less, you would have more mental and emotional resources available to devote to the real circumstances to which you must respond in the coming weeks. Worrying is a habit. Contentment is also a habit. Somewhere we are given the idea that worrying helps us deal with life’s circumstances, and that once we’ve done all that and have laid everything neatly to rest and have achieved everything necessary, then we get to be content, and have all the happiness we deserve. Fortunately it does not work that way; this would be an enormous waste of time. You are surely faced with some urgent situations, you can truly stand up to the tasks at hand. Please, just stop worrying, and think about creative solutions instead.
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Bless you, dear Daniel! Awful as the situation is, my father, sister and I give each other a lot of support, even though, alas, I live so far (my two brothers keep their distance from it all, clearly find ir all too much), and after the first terrible shocks of such things happening, you learn to take it more in your stride – and as always, I have found that love is the way through .((()))
Lizzy, your story is heartbreaking. That things can go in such a direction is really something so painful. I can’t imagine what you and your family might be going through. Well, I can, but you know what I mean. Thank you for reading my little reflection and for sharing that beautiful poem.
I was so moved by your beautiful reflections and the exquisite music, dear Daniel. Thank you for this. Your reminded me of this poem I love, wonder if you know it, that I studied at school:
http://www.poetryfoundation.org/poem/173564
I have a tooth that is giving me hell and needs to come out – have a terror of dentists plus they’re extremely expensive. But has to be faced. Then last night spoke to my father who said my mother (who hardly leaves her bed these days) had an hysterical attack because she didn’t recognse him, didn’t know who he was. My dear sister managed to calm her down. My heart bleeds for their suffering. Sorry for this gloomy splurge, but it really follows on from your reflections, dear Daniel, that such is the nature of life, and it’s how we react to these ups and downs that is the key – with awareness, love and strength, where possible.
Today, I walked in a beautiful cemetery. I was just this, between worry and contentment. I got “lost” among the many headstones, old forgotten people who all had dreams, who all were a beloved husband or a beloved wife of such and such, who all seemed to show up on this planet, meet someone, have a life and family, and then…gone. It was a deliberate meditation walk that brought many emotions up in me. As I was sitting on the grass quietly, a stillness came over me, as only one can ever have in a cemetery, and a feeling that in all my efforts and time spent alone in this life, I struggled to understand where I was at. What I was doing. As if I hit a brick wall and was bouncing off from it backwards in slow motion, held in the air in a space like floating suspension. There isn’t worry or contentment. There is a simple acceptance and a certain wisdom gained in trusting that I actually am just fine. Too much worry, too much contentment are both attachments I thought. But I do wonder what I am really here to do. And like a clumsy man, I open my heart to it all hoping that I am meant to be more than I am right now, that indeed I can open my heart wider than I have and know the value of my own capacity, my own desires, and my own achievements. I remember so many years ago as a monk who secretly loved women, listening to Canada Day firecrackers at my piano heralding celebrations and joy. And I wonder how far I’ve come. And sitting among the graves, I feel that I’m not alone in these desires. This is every persons wish and has been since forever. What makes me so special?
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=FxUyENFOuE8
Ah! Never has such a truer word been spoken! I have a masters degree in worrying. Thank you so much for reminding me, dear Ericle.