Waiting and Wanting

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Wishing and hoping and thinking and praying, planning and dreaming – so much time spent in”tanha,” our unquenchable desire for more.  More what? Money, attention, sex, food, alcohol, nicotine, travel, friends, freedom from, ability to.  Makes my head spin just thinking about all the time I have used up waiting and wanting, and hardly ever landing, even for a split second, in the abundant now where all my needs and wants are effortlessly met.  We really need very little, but our identification with the “false self,” the social and mental construct we have created to please others, to get us started on our life journey, can be a stifling box of shoulds and should-nots, a laundry list of what we must get and acoomplish in order to be desirable, in order to impress others.

“Jesus would call your “false self” your “wineskin,” which he points out is only helpful insofar as it can contain some good and new wine. He says that “old wineskins” cannot hold any new wine; in fact, “they burst and both the skins and the wine are lost” (Luke 5:37-38).  “The old wine is good enough” (Luke 5:39), says the man or woman set in their ways.” (Richard Rohr)  The “false self” is not good or bad, but it is, in the words of Richard Rohr, “bogus” because it pretends to be more than it is. In order to keep up the facade, the false self must constantly be acquiring, procuring, and protecting which leaves little or no time for growth and expansion.  The “false self” is afraid of the unknown, of limitless possibility and would much rather stay entrenched in its egoic operating system.

The “true self” which is now and forever connected to the Whole has no need to prop itself up or separate itself from others.  True freedom and liberation belong to the realm of the “true self,” who “lives forever and is truly free in this world.”  The “true self” recognizes that “regardless of what we thirst after—junk food, healthful food, sex—the thirst, the tanha, fosters an illusion of enduring gratification. When I see anything tasty, I imagine how good it will taste, not how that satisfaction will inevitably fade, leading to the desire for more.” (Robin Wright).  The “true self,” through contemplation, knows that gratification is fleeting and the freedom to choose how and when we satisfy our cravings is more than making a wise decision, it is claiming our ability to discern and in so doing claiming  we claim out connection to that which is inexhaustible, the field of infinite possibility.

 

Memories of AA

put the plug in the

jug.  fake it til you make it.

if you drink you die.

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Processing

Okay good.  Went to a yoga class.  Did pranayama and meditation.  Feel better.  Glad I will not be drinking for 40 days.  All good.  Amelia is coming to spend the night tonight.  Our friend and yoga teacher, Chris Coniaris, and his girlfriend, Bridgette from Cincinnati are here to spend a couple of nights with us.  Jordan gets home from LA at 5:45 pm.  So we will have a full house.  I’m glad.

I really got myself worked up about the cancer over the past few days.  Really started on Friday and just went right on through last night.  I just wanted to get drunk and forget about it.  Pretend it isn’t happening.  Well it is happening and I am going to deal with it.  I guess I just had to get pissed off.  It really did very little good.  I do not have to go there again.  Grasping, avoidance, dulling the senses, none of these strategies really helps me to cope with a second round of cancer.

I also need to admit that I have catastrophized about it, it being cancer, attacking other parts of my body.  I know, don’t go there.  Well all I can do is watch my mind and try to maintain witness perspective.  I will play the part of the observer.  Here is what I see…..

 Mind in action:  Do I have cancer in my bones?  Is that why my shoulder hurts all the time.   What about the chronic back pain I have had for the past year.  Should I tell the oncologist about that?  Yes, I should.  I want him to know everything that is going on with me.  Even if I want to ignore it, I believe it is important to practice full disclosure when going to see an oncologist I have cancer in my bones?  Is that why my shoulder hurts all the time.   What about the chronic back pain I have had for the past year?  Should I tell the oncologist about that?   Mind taking over again:  What if he, he being the doctor, wants me to have an MRI?  I cannot do that.  Just thinking about it gives me an anxiety attack.  I have such terrible claustrophobia.  They will have to knock me out.  Do you think I am getting just a little ahead of myself?  

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Enjoy this moment.  Breathe in and out and emphasize the exhale, the letting go.

I love you Sarla.  We will get through this.  We will.

 

April 6 -One Year, One Day at a Time – No Alcohol for Forty Days and Forty Nights.

I need to take a  break from drinking.  I do not want to have cancer.  I hate how much money it costs to have cancer.  My victim mentality is trying to take over my life.  I will not let that happen.  As much as I loath the fact that I must make decisions about my treatment options, I will do it.  Having said that I know from experience the clearer I am the easier this process will be.  Drinking is no way to cope with cancer.  My old pattern of turning to a glass of wine and then another is up and running and it is my job to shut it down.  So as much as I do not want to do this I am going to put a cork in the bottle for the next 40 days.

Giving up anything for 40 days is a good practice no matter what the circumstances, but I think it will be especially useful for me now because it will eliminate the one thing I use to hide from myself and from reality.  Of course alcohol is a poor substitute for clarity and it certainly does lead to peace of mind.  It’s just a habit so deeply ingrained in me that when times get tough it surfaces and takes over.  What they say in AA is so true.  Drinking alcohol is a slippery slope for someone for me.  I had years of practice using alcoholic beverages to deal with problems.  Alcohol only makes all things worse, but its allure is the false sense of relief you get when you take that first sip.  But one sip is never enough especially when there are big problems.

The sick thing about me turning to alcohol now is that  it has not been a problem for past several months.  A glass or two of wine here and there.  Nothing more.  No compulsion to get intoxicated.  I don’t even like being drunk.  It sucks.  Then why do it now?  Good question, but I do not have the time nor the energy to deal with that line of inquiry.  Who knows why I or anyone else chooses to get intoxicated.  What difference does it make?  Rather than wallowing in the problem I am going straight to the solution. Just stop.  Okay good.  For forty days, April 6 through May 16, I will not consume any alcohol.

I am sure this will make for interesting blogging.  Whatever feelings I’ve been trying to avoid will surely surface sooner or later.  Loving kindness and compassion.  Patience, gratitude, peace of mind and well-being.  I love you Sarla.  I do.  We will get through this.

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wringing my hands

I just noticed I was wringing my hands.  Today I am afraid to die.  Some days I am not afraid,  This is not the kind of fear that takes the form of anxiety.  I do not feel anxious.  Yesterday I was angry.  Some days I want to play the victim role, but it really no longer suits my personality or my level of understanding.  Life is a gift and to spend it in the role of the victim is such a waste.  So depressing, self-absorbed, lonely, whiny, always complaining about how had life is and what a bad rap I had as a kid.  So what?

My childhood does not define who I am today.  If it did I would be sitting in some bar drinking my lunch or I would be living on the streets like my brother.  Wringing again.  I just did it again.  I stopped writing to wring my hands.  What is up with that?

As I was driving down Waynoka today on my way home from Kroger, I had an ah hah moment.  My life is a miracle.  It is a miracle that I am alive today.  My mother, step-mother, father, grand mother, brother are all dead.  So are Jimmy’s parents and his sister.  Life is fleetingly wonderful, one Hell of a roller coaster ride.  I am not much for roller coasters, the ones at the fair that go straight up and then straight down.  Not so much.  It’s a little easier for me to ride the ups and downs of life, which even when they are brutally challenging, are never as extreme as the rush you get when hit the top of the ride and start flying down at a million miles per hour.  Too much.  Too fast.

I am more of a Goldie Locks kind of girl.  I want things to be just right, even if only for one nano second.  Just to say, “Yes, this is the bowl of porridge that I want.  It is just right.  Yes, this is the bed I want to sleep in with you.  I love you and I love our bed.  Yes, this is the chair I want to sit in and read.  I love to read.”  Life is good.  Right now, in this very moment, with my belly full of my home-made corn bread, life is really good.

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