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My Gift from a 2 Year Old

After a week at work of being stretched in many directions; challenged and confronted with the lasting and devastating impacts of abuse and power over our most vulnerable people, I was exhausted; charged with emotion and the heightened awareness of my smallness amidst the complexities of people's lives. Throughout the week I have experienced outrage at how the violation of basic human rights goes unaccounted for. This is not new for me. But this week for some reason I found myself more than usual at the coal face being called to listen, support and hold; all the while being challenged by my white privelege and the abusive systems of power in both government and church. People's lives are in ruin. None of this is new to me. I have been working in this field for many years. What was different this week? I don't know.

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Talks With Nisargadatta

The real dose not die,the unreal never lived
Once you know that death happens to the body and not to you , you just watch your body falling off like a discarded garment

The real you is timeless and beyond birth and death.
The body will surive as long as it is needed,it is not important that it lives long.

Meditation and mindfulness retreat with 20 financial advisors!

As I mentioned in my profile, I am walking the path towards the light while working in an industry that has yet to see it. The finance world has been responsible for some greedy and selfish behavior through the years. However, I am happy to report that through this shift, even this will change.
A few weeks ago, in the beautiful Catskill mountains, I went through a four day retreat with 20 financial advisors. If you've ever had the pleasure to be around an advisor for an extended period of time, they are typically very type A. Always on the go, moving and shaking. Probably the last group you'd expect at this retreat.
As we sat down for our first meditation, I looked around the room and half of the people in there had some part of their body shaking and moving. Was this group really going to be able to settle into this?

Healing pain and suffering from my family tree.

It was my third session with my teacher. Each session seemed to go a little deeper, but still knocking at the door of the root of discomfort that had been nestled into my belly for as long as I could remember. We started by approaching my three year old self. I immediately felt the belt hitting my rear end and with a flash, I was struck with shear terror that my Grandfather had bottled up from the horrors he encountered fighting in world war II. As I approached this live wire ball of fear spasaming in my stomach, it intensified. Screams from my Grandfather filled my head "how could humanity have come to this?????????? HOW?????". This cry became an anguishing feeling. My teacher, whom I forgot was in the room, gently instructed me to take this ball of fear and be willing to set it outside of myself, at least for now. As I sat there, sweat dripping out of every pour in my body, I took a good look at that ball of energy.

First Blog

I've been exploring the site and watching some of Jason's sharings and I feel sometimes I get too stuck in what's going on in life and forget how one sentence like "I don't know" can make a difference and create space in places that have become very tight and held.

It's also so nourishing just to see Jason and Brenda and hear their voices which I feel is healing in itself.

I'm so grateful that this site has been set up and that I can be a part of it

The Tzadik

...so can I look at this "tzadikly?"

The Tzadik never whines.
His questions are always relevent -
they create clarity.

The Tzadik finds relationship in all circumstances,
and accepts that all efforts made may not change outcome.
He accepts,
and endures...

hmmm...

My Duel with Duality

I have been feeling ashamed, depressed, unmotivated, closed off and despairing lately. A battle has been raging within. I am aware it has been going on all my life. All my life I have pushed and pushed. Now I can push no longer. I am exhausted - literally. I give up. What am I giving up? I'm giving up the duel - my battle with the duality I have created within myself.

I acknowledge the parts of myself that I despise and berate. The self that shames me; the self that lets me down; the self that shows up my vulnerability and weaknesses; the self that doesn't cope; the self that hides; the self that pretends; the self that falls ill when I am depending on myself; the self that closes off and closes in.

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Working Together and the Quality of the Day

I find myself settling in from the ASG and IM2 weekend with profound gratitude. To have found teachings, a teacher and work that allows me to stay with myself and be in relationship to life feels like a gift for which I have no words. I found some from others more poetic than I can be in this breathless moment, that capture aspects of what this work is inviting in me.

Thank you Jason for who you are and what you are bringing forth. Love, Lili

Working Together, By David Whyte

We shape our self to fit this world
And by the world are shaped again.
The visible and the invisible
Working together in common cause,
To produce the miraculous.
I am thinking of the way the intangible air
Passed at speed round a shaped wing
Easily holds our weight.
So may we, in this life trust
To those elements we have yet to see
Or imagine, and look for the true
Shape of our own self, by forming it well
To the great intangibles about us.