Intuition can be described as a glimpse of knowledge that one has stored within oneself, that comes at a time when it is needed. It is a disclosure of one’s own spirit that unveils all things. It is by seeing the cause of every fault in oneself that one is able to have insight into human nature.
–Pir-o-Murshid Hazrat Inayat Khan
From: A Meditation Theme for Each Day
Selected and arranged by Pir Vilayat Inayat Khan
Category Archives: Humanities
Deeper Vision
To enjoy in a seed its fragrant beauty — as if bloomed — is to touch the soul of the thought.
The Experience of Alaya
I’ve enjoyed the privilege of participating in the Alaya Process, an experience of personal growth facilitated by Kenneth Robinson and Linda Manning, among others. You can get a real sense of Kenneth and his work by reading these articles.
Kenneth sent an email the other day sharing some thoughts on the yoga, alaya, and healing. With his permission, I am posting them here.
When I lay myself down and enter savasana after a strong yoga practice, it’s a special time for me. If I’ve managed to stay mindful, then I’ve succeeded in opening and touching many places deep in my physical body. By the time I’ve settled into “corpse pose,” I have, if I’m lucky, given up competition and comparisons with my fellow students, and maybe even momentarily let go of my need for approval from the teacher. It’s then that I’m surrendered and empty. It’s then I can give my attention fully to receiving. Having worked consciously to join the force of my own effort with the power of grace, the yield is a quietness, a slowing, a more spacious inner world. Many times I’m near tears — tears of gratitutde, or of humility for my limitations, or of compassion for my suffering or the suffering of others. My quiet and calm allow for the emergence of a longing from deeper within. My defenses are down. Here, I have a few precious moments with my own open heart.
It’s a place I long to remain when the formal practice ends. It’s the center from which, ideally, I walk, talk, and act. As the class closes and people are putting away props and gathering belongings, it means a lot to me when I make contact with another student who has given themselves fully to the practice — even if it’s only a momentary glance. You’re In there. I’m In here. Though it may appear that we are far apart, we are not that far apart. Sometimes I leave full, focused, renewed; at other times, with a soft sadness. Rarely do I leave unaffected.
This is yoga’s true gift. Yes, we gain greater strength and flexibility and improve our health and appearance. Yes, we feel pride in our progress. But there is also This: An open door to a consciousness, at once both tender and powerful, that is humanness at its very best. I live and long for that. It’s what I most treasure, and what I most want others to know and have. I sense that it could change this world. It most certainly changes me.
I’ve spent the last 30 years learning about this kind of awareness, and 15 of those, teaching it. That’s what Yoga for the Emotional Body is: A technology (of which hatha yoga is a part) that brings us to Open Heart and the ecstasies that accompany it. We have the means. We need only discover that it is ours to have and keep. It is possible; it is natural; we are all worthy of it.
Just as hatha yoga prepares us for enlightenment by strengthening, aligning, and opening us physically, so the practices of Yoga for the Emotional Body help us develop skill in working with the feelings that come as we (necessarily) encounter the physical and energetic blocks within us. By working together to create safety (through connection, mindfulness, and support) we contain and channel these energies and cultivate trust in our feeling selves. Our emotions, rather than controlling us, become a source for enriching our lives.
The Abode of the Way
From Daily Zen:
Heaven is calm and clear,
Earth is stable and peaceful.
Beings who lose these
Qualities die,
While those who emulate
Them live.
Calm spaciousness is the
House of spiritual light;
Open selflessness is the
Abode of the Way.— Huai-nan-tzu
Environmental Depression
There’s a new mental health-oriented memoir coming out. Here’s an excerpt from the New York Times article, The Prisoner of West 21st Street:
All my life I struggled to understand the connection between my mother’s moods and the place where she lived. If depression is an organic condition best treated by drugs, did it make sense to claim that her depression was caused by the deterioration of New York? Even if it’s now acceptable to attribute depression to a cataclysmic event like Sept. 11, no single watershed moment could be blamed for my mother’s blues. It’s not as if Son of Sam or the city’s near bankruptcy had put her over the edge.
Then about two years ago, as I was doing research for a book about my mother’s life, an aunt in Maine and a family friend down South sent me a cache of letters that my mother had written over the years. In her own words, these letters explained more clearly than I ever could how strongly she linked her personal burdens with conditions in her adopted city.
–Beth J. Harpaz
The book, Finding Annie Farrell, will be published this month by Thomas Dunne Books/St. Martin’s Press.
Don’t Plant Anything But Love
Ghazal (Ode) 916, from Rumi’s “Diwan-e
Shams”When you plant a tree
every leaf that grows will tell you,
what you sow will bear fruit.
So if you have any sense, my friend
don’t plant anything but love,
you show your worth by what you seek.
Water flows to those who want purity
wash you hands of all desires and
come to the table of Love.Do you want me to tell you a secret?
The flowers attract the most beautiful lover
with their sweet smile and scent.
If you let God weave the verse in your poem
people will read it forever.— Translation by Azima Melita Kolin
and Maryam Mafi
“Rumi: Hidden Music”
HarperCollins Publishers Ltd, 2001
Reality Check
We are mortal. If we are lucky, we manage to live a few decades before confronting what this really means. In the past year both I and my partner have received news that a parent has cancer. Mine had a good prognosis. His does not. We just received the news of his parent’s illness today.
We take turns in our relationship. When my mother was ill, I cried, was scared and sad. I felt plagued by regret and doubt (have I been a good enough daughter?). Then I had my own health scare, a reminder that I too could develop cancer. Suddenly life felt more tenuous to me. I’m almost 41; it’s time to accept the inevitable. Now that my partner has learned of his father’s illness, I feel detached and numb. Is there something wrong with me, I wonder? But I think it’s a coping response. One of us needs to remain steady, and he did that for me.
We have also had some employment concerns that raise the possibility of relocation due to his imminent layoff. With this recent news, I feel as though the ground has disintegrated beneath us.
So what does a person do when life is thrown into chaos?
The answer: the best one can.
Someone asked me how I’m feeling, and I replied I was okay, though I feel a little insane around the edges.
So here is what I will do. I will focus on whatever tasks present themselves to me. Routine gives structure: meals need to be cooked, dishes washed, workouts done, showers taken, beds made, laundry folded. The bills continue to arrive and need to be paid. Cats want to be petted and fed.
Here is what else I will do. I will give my partner what he needs, whether it is a hug, a listening ear, or quiet time. I will seek the support I need from my friends and family, who are many in number and generous in heart. I will put my own agenda aside for awhile. (You know, the “what’s in it for me and where is our relationship going?” one.)
Living in the present means experiencing. So I will savor the earthy flavor of my morning coffee. I will read my books, being grateful that I have an alert mind and live in a country that does not restrict my choices. I will remember to breathe, to feel my body fill upon inhaling and empty with exhaling. I will marvel at the changes in my friend’s one year old son. I will take pleasure in the weather and notice the change of seasons. I will move, stretch, and feel the power of my own body, and enjoy that. I will cherish these small moments of awareness and, each time, recommit to life.
I may not be able to live mindfully every moment. That’s not my goal; in fact, it’s akin to an obese smoker with high blood pressure suddenly attempting the decathlon. Assessing mindfulness from a perfectionist stance misses the point. It’s not about accruing X minutes of awareness. It’s about simply being present as much as possible — it’s the journey, not the destination.
Blame It On the Rain
It’s a soupy day, with the forecast calling for a 100 percent chance of rain. The rainfall produces varying beats and tempos as it meets the roof, is shaken from tree boughs, rolls off from the flashing with a splat onto the porch. It is a day for reading. Or napping.
As much as I would like to pursue those options, first I will make a foray into the sogginess to meet a friend for coffee at a bookstore cafe. I will likely manage to depart the store without having purchased reading material because I have newly arrived books from Amazon to read:
Every Day Gets a Little Closer: a Twice-Told Therapy by Irvin Yalom. Yalom and one of his patients collaborated on this. She agreed to keep a journal of her experience of the sessions, and so did he. This book presents both of their perspectives. I’m looking forward to seeing these juxtaposed.
The Marquis de Sade: A Life by Neil Schaeffer. An unusual choice, I realize, to mention on a blog that focuses on well-being, mindfulness, and spiritual matters. However, this is a blog that also focuses on mental health. I am fascinated by the circumstances surrounding the life of Donatien Alphonse François de Sade, wanting to learn what factors in his life influenced him. He left an irrefutable mark on society, and this book — the result of a decade of research and well-reviewed — looks to provide more than a sensationalized peek at a complex man who, despite his self-destructiveness, pushed against the limitations of authority for the right of free expression, however perverse.
All I need now is a pot of tea and I’m set. But first, the friend and the bookstore.
How Not to Inspire People to Learn About Your Faith
From BBC NEWS:
The pilot, whose name was not released, asked Christians on Friday’s flight to raise their hands.
He then suggested non-Christians talk to the Christians about their faith.
He went on to say that “everyone who doesn’t have their hand raised is crazy”, passenger Amanda Nelligan told CBS news.
“He continued to say, ‘Well, you have a choice: you can make this trip worthwhile, or you can sit back, read a book and watch the movie’,” she said.
The pilot also told passengers he would be available for discussion at the end of the flight.
Enough said.
Speak
A friend enthusiastically recommended a young adult book, Speak, describing how the novel was a catalyst in her decision to enter therapy and try the “talking cure.” She urged me to read it, in part probably to help me get to know her better; readers love to share the transformative experience with others. So I did as she requested. I began it just before bed and was up until 4 a.m. to finish it.
It’s a story about trauma, being outcast by peers, withdrawal into self, and then resurgence and expression. Fourteen year-old Melinda is starting high school. A few weeks before school begins, she sneaks behind her parents’ back to attend a party hosted by seniors — rare behavior for her. Something terrible happens to her. She calls 911; the cops come and bust everyone. The other kids turn on her for calling the police, thinking she did it to just turn them in, and she is ostracized. However, Melinda didn’t even get help for the reason she called the police. The crowd’s hostility and her shock drive her off the scene.
Melinda then begins her high school career — bereft of all friends, the focus of hostile expressions. She tells no one about the situation because she doesn’t think she’ll be believed. Her family life is very disconnected, with unhappily married parents and no siblings. Over the school year she copes as best she can, but she slowly chokes on unexpressed pain and rage; she must find a way to express her need for help. One means of coping is through art — sculpting, drawing, and painting — until she summons the courage to speak and fights on her own behalf.
The author has a good grasp on high school culture and the chaos of adolescence. The story is engaging and the topic relevant. I would definitely recommend it for a young adult’s library.
A Penny For Your Thoughts
I recently happened across a blog called Blaugustine, written by the “altar-ego”of a woman named Natalie. She doesn’t have permalinks yet, and she’s permitted me to post several images of a list she created. It’s a neat list that graphically depicts the kinds of thoughts we have.
It reminds me a bit of the feelings chart that therapists use to help children and adults identify and express feelings.
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We Need to Grieve
Grief is a natural process, one which our culture pressures us to either avoid or process quickly with the assistance of therapy. I’ve been reading Anne Lamott’s book, Traveling Mercies: Some Thoughts on Faith; in one chapter she writes about her experience grieving the death of a dear friend as well as the dissolution of a romantic relationship:
All those years I fell for the great palace lie that grief should be gotten over as quickly as possible and as privately. But what I’ve discovered since is that the lifelong fear of grief keeps up in a barren, isolated place and that only grieving can heal grief; the passage of time will lessen the acuteness, but time alone, without the direct experience of grief, will not heal it. …I’m pretty sure that it is only by experiencing that ocean of sadness that we come to be healed — which is to say, that we come to experience life with a real sense of presence and spaciousness and peace.
I’ve been fortunate in my four decades to be spared the loss of a human beloved through death, but I have said goodbye to a number of cat companions. The last one was especially tragic for reasons I won’t enumerate here, but I did experience what Lamott is describing. Grief is harrowing, but in its way, the experience cleanses the soul.
Why Marriages Succeed or Fail
For a good portion of Wednesday and Thursday, and now apparently into Friday, I have been reading and extrapolating information from Why Marriages Succeed or Fail, compiling quizzes from the book to use with the various couples I counsel.
The author, John Gottman, is a professor in the Department of Psychology at the University of Washington in Seattle. He conducted studies of over 2,000 married couples for 20 years to identify what makes marriages last. He’s become well-known for his abiity to predict with 94 percent accuracy which couples will stay married and which will not. I’d heard of him several years ago (from my own therapist, actually) and became intrigued.
In a nutshell, Gottman identified two major factors influencing martial stability and success: marital style and the ratio of positive to negative interaction.
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Of Necessity
I started writing this blog in late August, when I launched my private practice. Its purpose has been to provide a public service by posting about mental health topics/links and also by featuring words that provoke thought.
At the same time, I started a personal blog using a pseudonym. I’d had a personal blog previously, only my Real Life Name was connected to it. People searching for me as a therapist would discover it first, and this would not be helpful in therapy. So I had to delete it, but I could not delete the need for free, deeply personal expression. The personal blog features posts of my ordinary life, topics as mundane as my health renovation project (as I call it), what movie I saw, what I did last weekend, etc. It also features poetry and quotes, soul-searching exploration of meaning in my life, reminiscences, and so on.
I’ve noticed something. I spend much more time hanging out at that blog. It has twice as many visitors as this one. When I sit down to write in this blog, it feels like “work.” After all, it is part of my work. However, because I need to be mindful (pun intended) of my communication here, there is a rein on my thought process. I am far more passionate about my personal life, I suppose.
I’m not sure what to do about this, but perhaps writing about it will inspire me.
By the way, I’ve reopened comments. Due to spamming, I’d closed them until I could install a plug-in that will close the comments after X days. All previous posts will remain unavailable for commenting, though.
Why Not?
Why not walk in the aura of magic that gives to the small things of life their uniqueness and importance? Why not befriend a toad today?
–Germaine Greer, The Change: Women, Aging and the Menopause
Between Heaven and Earth
Man experiences heaven when conscious of his soul; he experiences the earth when conscious of his body. Man experiences that plane which is between heaven and earth when he is conscious of his mind.
–Pir-o-Murshid Hazrat Inayat Khan, A Meditation Theme for Each Day;
selected and arranged by Pir Vilayat Inayat Khan
Are You In?
Love doesn’t come with a contract
You give me this I gave you that
It’s scary business
Your heart and soul is on the line–Radney Foster, I’m In
Yesterday I heard this song for the first time in awhile, and it made me happy. It’s the kind of song that champions life. Sure, engaging love is scary. You might give it and be spurned by the intended recipient. There’s risk of injury. Yet the potential for reward is equally breathtaking.
There was a time in my life when friendships were quite transient. I’d moved to Austin — away from family and life-long familiarity — and got involved in different activities, meeting new people but finding they would drift out of my life. I was attentive and nurturing, but the effort wasn’t reciprocated. I recall wondering if something was wrong with me that might explain why these people were so uncommitted.
For awhile I was also tempted to lament the situation as being more evidence of our too-fast, overly mobile lifestyles in the U.S. While it may be true, focusing on this put me at risk of becoming bitter and cynical.
So I decided to reframe the way I perceived love. I imagined love in the form of an ocean — boundless, with high and low tides. People — like the tide — may come and go, but love’s ocean remains. When I felt alone, I focused on remembering that my life would be full of love and connection again, that this too was temporary.
Thinking about love in this way reduced my fear and neediness. This, in turn, allowed my true self to shine through, which then attracted more people to me. My life now is quite full of love — a life partner, family, and friends. I realize the secret to keeping love is in holding lightly, experiencing the relationship fully in the present, and being willing to let go when the time comes.
A Gestalt Moment
| A gloomy, quiet, rainy afternoon. I sit at my kitchen table, kept company by three cats, each sleeping on a kitchen chair. One snores. From another I hear moist noises as she meticulously bathes herself. Gazing outside at the Live Oaks, I witness A lit vanilla candle sits on the windowsill, |
Keeping Jung
Yet another juicy title! From a review written in The New York Times:
Freud and Jung represent the twin therapeutic impulses of the modern age: neurotic self-scrutiny versus New Age spiritual redemption. Freud, the essential Enlightenment figure, meant for psychoanalysis to free man from the elements (the unconscious, superstition) that deprived him of autonomy. Jung, the German Romantic, for whom individuation meant returning to the archaic and the mystical, complained that Freud’s biological theories excluded the very Dionysian, polygamous spirituality essential to the fully realized life. Freud wrote about sex; Jung had it.
This review for Jung: A Biography provides a delicious glimpse into the complex origin and work of this influential man. The reviewer, Robert Boynton, writes, “It will be praised by scholars, read by the general public and loathed by the partisans — just as a good biography should be.”
Tack another title onto the reading list…
You’ve Got Personality!
Last week over lunch with David Nunez (a local technology advocate and robotic multimedia artist), the topic of personality tests came up. Personality theory is an interest of mine, and I idly commented to him that I might write a post about it. As I continue reading The Stone Diaries (a novelistic study in personality if there ever was one), this passage struck me with quiet affection for the worlds of people that fiction carries us into:
This last was his favorite; there were turnings in the story that filled the back of his throat with smarting, sweet pains, and in those moments he felt his wife only a dozen heartbeats away… It astonished him, how these books were stuffed full of people. Each one was like a little world, populated and furnished. And the way those book people talked! Talk, talk, they lived in their tongues.
–Carol Shields, The Stone Diaries (1993)
The question of who we are and how we come to be ourselves lies at the core of our existence. Some folks are curious and want to consider the mystery, while others not prone to self-reflection (affectionately known as navel-gazing) prefer to be and do and journey through life, taking it at face value. Neither is better than the other. But often, I think, we become frustrated and judgmental of those who are not like us. “If only he would be prompt!” “She has her head in the clouds too much.” “He’s got a soft touch, people take advantage of him.” “She’s so flighty.” We think that life might be much easier if only our beloveds were more like us.
Personality theory and tests have gained popularity in the past decade: the Myers-Briggs, the Keirsey Temperament Sorter, the Ennegram all have helped people understand their differences. However, that’s only part of the equation. Knowing how we are different doesn’t resolve our frustration with the disparities. Indeed, sometimes people misunderstand and use personality typing as a competition, trying to find what type is “better” than the others. But the point of personality theory is to help us empathize with that other who is unlike us. If sincere effort is made to value the contribution that person makes because of her personality traits, and if one tries to see the world as that person does, one more step is taken toward improving relationships.
I’ll use a personal example. My Myers-Briggs personality type if INFJ. My boyfriend’s type is INTP. (If you don’t understand what the letters mean, not to worry. I’ll provide links momentarily.) The last letter of each type pertains to the decision-making aspect of personality. J standing for Judging (not judgmental) and P is Perceiving. People who score a high J tend to be schedule-oriented, organized, on time, future-focused, planners, fast decision-makers, and feel more comfortable after making a decision. Those who score a high P are typically spontaneous, autonomous, live in the moment, have trouble making decisions and put them off, seek more information, and are more laid-back about time, often late. Put a strong J and strong P together, and that’s a recipe for friction.
When we began dating, there was a good deal of tension between me and the Beau in this area. He thought I was uptight. I thought he was inconsiderate of my time. He said I couldn’t relax. I told him he was irresponsible. Oy vey. But then something happened. (Well, not as suddenly as that sentence suggests.) We got tired of griping at each other; we decided to stop judging and wishing to change each other and made a conscious effort to appreciate those qualities that drove us around the bend.
Gradually, I came to realize that being on time wasn’t imperative. The world wouldn’t end if I was a few minutes late. The weekend became less about nagging and crossing off tasks on my to-do list and more about playing. Similarly, the Beau made an effort to be more aware of time, to call if he was running late. I learned from him the value of shopping around rather than going to one store and impulsively saying, “Okay, I found something I like, let’s be done with it.” With patience, sometimes you can find an excellent deal. In turn, he has come to understand that gathering more data can be a way of stalling because one is fearful of making a mistake. Or that opportunities can be lost when one has a casual attitude about scheduling. We recently mused how nice it would be to see The Flaming Idiots’ last show (they say they’re retiring). I coordinated communication among our friends and booked the tickets — just in time, since the show was nearly sold out when I called, and was totally booked shortly after. We still have rough edges around that part of our relationship, but we understand and accommodate each other more, now that we’ve come to value — and love — the differences.
There is much more to say on the topic of personality, but I’ll save that for another day. If you want to learn more, you might check out the:
Keirsey Site
Enneagram Institute
Personality Pathways
9Types.com
C.G. Jung Page
Ennegram Notepage
Personality Page
Gurdjieff Links
Skeptic’s Dictionary for MBTI and Ennegram
Have fun and remember these are theories — not carved in stone. They are ideas intended to guide us toward understanding human nature.
