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Running From....
Jun. 21st, 2011 09:56 pmFrom The Book of Awakening: Having the Life You Want by Being Present to the Life You Have.
I understood that what was most terrifying about my pain was the prospect that it would never end, that life would somehow freeze in whatever moment of discomfort I came upon.
Monday was my day to work with year 6 on RE today, and it was a very interesting lesson this week. Far from the one last week, that prompted my diatribe about the PCness or otherwise of having an apple in the Garden of Eden, this lesson was about Man's responsibility to the Earth… it covered, such things as thinking about nuclear weapons, nuclear power, overusing fossil fuels, bio-warfare, GM food and all kind of things – try explaining some of those things to ten year olds!
The reading itself was powerful, from an unknowns source, (apparently), called And Man Said but I can't find a link to it to save my life, even though it came from the internet somewhere. Still, the point is it was powerful – it moved me. I had to take a breath.
That happens a lot. I though about that then, and since then; I make a joke of it all the time, you know the whole I cry at anything routine… but it's started to bother me, a little bit, to worry me… why? Why am I so sensitive to all of that? What pain am I running from? I don't know the answer.
Today, my worries, my pains are for my babies and my hubby, who is carrying the worry about Samantha. By the time I'm writing this, she's out of surgery and is okay – as far as it goes – though it was tough and she had a difficult night, and my guy a sleepless deprived one to get her to keep from bleeding; chewing her stitches, that kind of thing… so I continue to worry, though I'm hopeful she'll get better quickly.
Live for the air after pain
and there will be no reason to run.
I understood that what was most terrifying about my pain was the prospect that it would never end, that life would somehow freeze in whatever moment of discomfort I came upon.
Monday was my day to work with year 6 on RE today, and it was a very interesting lesson this week. Far from the one last week, that prompted my diatribe about the PCness or otherwise of having an apple in the Garden of Eden, this lesson was about Man's responsibility to the Earth… it covered, such things as thinking about nuclear weapons, nuclear power, overusing fossil fuels, bio-warfare, GM food and all kind of things – try explaining some of those things to ten year olds!
The reading itself was powerful, from an unknowns source, (apparently), called And Man Said but I can't find a link to it to save my life, even though it came from the internet somewhere. Still, the point is it was powerful – it moved me. I had to take a breath.
That happens a lot. I though about that then, and since then; I make a joke of it all the time, you know the whole I cry at anything routine… but it's started to bother me, a little bit, to worry me… why? Why am I so sensitive to all of that? What pain am I running from? I don't know the answer.
Today, my worries, my pains are for my babies and my hubby, who is carrying the worry about Samantha. By the time I'm writing this, she's out of surgery and is okay – as far as it goes – though it was tough and she had a difficult night, and my guy a sleepless deprived one to get her to keep from bleeding; chewing her stitches, that kind of thing… so I continue to worry, though I'm hopeful she'll get better quickly.
