Saturday, December 22, 2012

How does one break from jealousy


Tara Brach

Emily asked, "How does one break from jealousy?"

RAIN on Jealousy:

When caught in jealousy, we are imprisoned in a very small, deficient sense of self. Underneath jealousy is a computation that there is only so much to go around, and that if another is getting something, we are at great risk of deprivation. We will not get the attention, approval, love, sex, power or material rewards we seek. For humans, because we are insecure about our worth and continually interpret what is happening as a reflection of our value, we are somehow less worthy if another is getting what we want.

Not only do we feel we are less important or valued, the very experience of jealousy further confirms in our minds our defectiveness. This makes jealousy one of the most difficult emotions to hang out with--it seems to reflect so poorly on us! While we might playfully admit when we feel jealous of someone, when the experience is strong, we feel tainted, unappealing, diminished by it. Literature through the centuries has cast the jealous sibling or friend or lover in a deep shadow, and our psyches agree.

Yet jealousy is entirely natural, the reflexive outcome of when there is something we want and another is getting it. It's wired into our nervous systems, and not just us humans. As soon as I lavish affection on one of my dogs, the others get noticeably agitated, needy and distressed. If the dog who is unattended to gets sufficiently agitated, she might act aggressively toward our other dog.

Jealousy itself need not cause suffering. But if we are not mindful and it proliferates--if we are consumed by it and/or act out of it--we do suffer. So how to release the grip?

RAIN--the arousing of a kind, clear presence--dissolves the bind of this painful emotion.
R-recognize
A-allow
I-investigate with kindness
N-not-identified, natural awareness

The first step is to recognize that you are feeling jealous, perhaps by noting it with a gentle mental whisper, and then allow it to be there. If you detect the second arrow of feeling that you are in some way bad for your experience (ie. "I shouldn't feel this way"), intentionally forgive jealousy for being there. Remember that it is entirely natural, we are all wired for it and it arises out of conditions beyond our control. If you can simply allow/forgive the jealousy, then you are far down the path of healing.

Next, investigate by bringing a curious and intimate attention to your experience. Be aware of the thoughts circulating, and perhaps the underlying beliefs--something is wrong with me, others don't care about me, I don't matter. Mostly investigate in your body what the felt sense of jealousy is. You might gently place your hand on your heart and breathe into where you feel most vulnerable. Notice what happens with a gesture or intention of self-kindness. Continue to offer presence and notice how feelings naturally shift around.

With a full presence, you'll begin to find that you're resting increasingly in a compassionate awareness, that which is attending, caring, investigating…and less in the identity of the jealous person. This shift in identity is the key to healing…it is a sign of "breaking free." You are coming home to who you really are, the oceanness that can include waves of jealousy without becoming possessed or reactive. This is the N of RAIN, Non-identification, and it really is the taste of freedom.

~ Tara

Wednesday, November 21, 2012

She loved life


She loved life and it loved her right back
celebrate her passion
She listened to her heart above all other voices
celebrate her wisdom
She pursued big dreams instead of small realities
celebrate her priorities
She saw every ending as a new beginning
celebrate her resiliency
She discovered real measurements had nothing to do with numbers or statistics
celebrate her self-esteem
She was kind loving and patient...with herself
celebrate her tenderness
She woke up one day and threw away all her excuses
celebrate her accountability
She realized that she was missing a great deal by being sensible
celebrate her spirit
She turned her cants into cans and her dreams into plans
celebrate her goals
She ignored people who said it couldnt be done
celebrate her independence
She had a way of turning obstacles into opportunities
celebrate her magic
She went out on a limb had it break behind her and she discovered she could fly
celebrate her faith
She discovered that she was the one shed been waiting for
celebrate her self reliance
She added so much beauty to being human
celebrate her presence
She walked in when everyone else walked out
celebrate her friendship
She just had this way of brightening the day
celebrate her radiance
She made the whole world feel like home
celebrate her warmth
She decided to enjoy more and endure less
celebrate her choices
She decided to start living the life shed imagined
celebrate her freedom
She colored her thoughts with only the brightest colors
celebrate her optimism
She was an artist and her life was her canvas
celebrate her brillance
She ran ahead where there were no paths
celebrate her bravery
She crossed borders recklessly, refusing to recognize limits, saying bon jour and buon giorno as though she owned both france and italy and the day itself
celebrate her joie de vivre
She held her head high and looked the world straight in the eye
celebrate her strength
She not only saw a light at the end of the tunnel she became that light for others
celebrate her compassion
She designed a life she loved
celebrate her joy
She took the leap and built her wings on the way down
celebrate her daring
She said bye-bye to unhealthy relationships
celebrate her happiness
She remained true to herself
celebrate her authenticity
She made the world a better place
celebrate her
- Unknown

Thursday, November 15, 2012

Rumi

You are my Love, you are my Beloved;
You are my heart, my soul, and the faith of mine.

By your breath I am alive;What is one life?
You are a hundred lives of mine.

Without you, bread cannot feed a man;
You are the water and the bread of mine.

By your touch, poison becomes medicine;
You are the cure and the sweet nectar of mine.

You are the garden, the grass,
and the heavens;
You are the cypress, the laughing jasmine of mine.

I have entered that supreme silence.
Please, you go on . . .
My mouth may open, words may come out,
But you are every sweet song of mine….!

~Rumi♥

Saturday, November 10, 2012

Admit It and Change Everything - Rumi

Define and narrow me, you starve yourself of yourself.
Nail me down in a box of cold words, that box is your coffin.
I do not know who I am.
I am in astounded lucid confusion.

I am not a Christian, I am not a Jew, I am not a Zoroastrian,
And I am not even a Muslim.
I do not belong to the land, or to any known or unknown sea.
Nature cannot own or claim me, nor can heaven,

Nor can India, China, Bulgaria,
My birthplace is placelessness,
My sign to have and give no sign.
You say you see my mouth, ears, eyes, nose – they are not mine.

I am the life of life.
I am that cat, this stone, no one.
I have thrown duality away like an old dishrag,
I see and know all times and worlds,

As one, one, always one.
So what do I have to do to get you to admit who is speaking?
Admit it and change everything!
This is your own voice echoing off the walls of God.

Wednesday, September 26, 2012

Rumi

There’s a basket full of loaves on your head,
yet you’re begging for crusts of bread from door to door.
Pay attention to your own head, abandon giddiness.
Why are you knocking at every other door?
Go, knock at the door of your own heart.

~Rumi (R.A.) ❤

Thursday, July 26, 2012

Prayer of Saint Francis of Assisi

"Lord, make me an instrument of your peace.
Where there is hatred, let me sow love;
where there is injury,pardon;
where there is doubt, faith;
where there is despair, hope;
where there is darkness, light;
and where there is sadness, joy."

"O Divine Master, grant that I may not so much seek
to be consoled as to console;
to be understood as to understand;
to be loved as to love.
For it is in giving that we receive;
it is in pardoning that we are pardoned;
and it is in dying that we are born to eternal life."

- Prayer of Saint Francis of Assisi