Showing posts with label the joy of divorce. Show all posts
Showing posts with label the joy of divorce. Show all posts

Wednesday, September 21, 2011

The Joy of Divorce, the Novel, first scene: Ping Pong balls

HAPPY ANGER

Ping pong balls

Jennifer is in a rage, that bastard, how dare he? And she’s a little bit joyous, too, how can you not be when six other divorcees are all hurling ping pong balls at photographs of their X, making all sorts of ridiculous grunts along the way, all the while Joey’s voice so cheerfully urging them along.

“Feel za anga, yah,” he almost sings, pretending embellishing clearly enjoying some ridiculous accent. “And feel za breathing, too, yah. You breathe, you anga, you throw the balls. Gut. Make zos grunts bigga. Big noise. Angry noise. A little bit happy, too noise. So fun to throw ball and grunt. Yah! Grunt ze ‘ Yah, yah’ as the throw.”

They grunt the yah, yah, and Jennifer loves this stupid stuff. It feels so good to move. And stop worrying. And stop torturing herself, ‘What went wrong?’ She throws, grunts, “Yah, yah.”

“Gut, gut,” continues crazy wise Joey, “ feel za spine, feel za weight shift, one foot to other. Yah. Feel za breathe. Breathe more. Feel good and gut and yah to za breathe in you. Feel za arm move and let ze throw be soft and anga and delicious all at once.

“Now stop please, pause, stand still, close zee eyes, feel za you inside of you. Feel za ‘I am alive’ on you.

“Feel za you, yah. No name. Just the you experiencing za you, just now. Only now. Now now wow. Feel za two feet and two legs and two arms and how ze body thing all held together. How does that miracle body puzzle you given for a while all fit together?

“Feel feet on za floor, good floor, nice floor, hold you up. Feel za floor holding up feet, feel za feet holding up legs, feel za legs hold up pelvis. Breathe. Breathe down near to pelvis. Ah, gut. Send love up feet legs pelvis and then spine, love up spine, feel pelvis hold up spine, spine hold up head, brain in there. Good brain.

“Awareness in there, or maybe not. Where is aware? Don’t know. Don’t matter. Feel za awareness of feet legs pelvis spine head and spine hold ribs and ribs hold arms and breathing inside ribs, some and down by pelvis some.

“Breathe. Good feel, yah. Feel the in. Feel the out. No need to take care of breathe. Breathe take care of us. And heart, feel if can, it pump. Pump, pump, heart always pump, always love you, always send oxygen all over to your feet and legs and pelvis and spine and ribs and lungs and stomach and liver and brain and tongue.

“Good heart. It loves you. Can you love your heart for taking care of you? Love your feet to hold you up? Love za legs to hold you up? Love za everything to be alive for you now?

“Now. Feel za now of heart, breathe, legs, arms ribs, spine head lungs pelvis. Feel more. Sense the all of you.

“This is gut, no? Yah, this is gut.

“Now open eyes. Look around room. See other people in same room. See them breathe. See their feet holding up their legs holding up their pelvis holding up their spine holding up their heads. Other people alive. See them alive. Feel you alive. Feel the same now you all in. Gut? Yah, feel za gut to be alive just now, wow, all together here. Look at them, see them, see them seeing you, forget a little who is who watching whom in this room, zoom, zoom, zoom.

“Breathe. They breathe. You breathe. Sense your breathe. Notice or imagine their breathe. All alive.

“Gut.

“ Now look at picture of X. Sense feet and look at picture. Feet real, now, picture two dimensions. A story not now. Feel legs and pelvis and spine. And feet. Sense the real. Look for anger in you when look at picture.

“Realize big dumb joke. Picture not sending anga to you. Anga in there, but when sense feet arms spine legs breathing, not so big the anga, is it?

“Sense the little anga, and if not any imagine a tiny bit, and throw za balls again. Throw slow. And feel each throw as delicious movement. Feel the feet and spines and rotation and weight shift and fingers on ball and then letting go. Feel delicious to be you and to be move and feel tiny bit anga, and feel alive.

“This is you, now alive. Feel za miracle of two legger creature throw ball. Feel joy to throw. Watch ball in air. Hear sound when it hits. Love za breathe as you throw. Love za you with za anga and za pleasure of za throw.

“Be happy big, and anga a small part of the big you. Throw za pinger ponger and say, ‘Thank you, God,’ or ‘Thank you, Universe,’ or ‘Thank you, Life’ each throw you go.

“Have fun in this now, now, now. Breathe. Feel all the little parts of the spine, the vertebrae changing and moving as you throw. Feel fingers. Feel toes. Love to be alive.`

“Sing out, thanks, Thanks. Thanks!”


Jennifer, tears streaming down her face, a smile so wide in hurts her jaw, the glorious sensuality of her body as she moves, throws these ping pong balls of anger, ping pong balls of love, ping pong balls of waking back to the magnificence of Jennifer.

And what is that?

She doesn’t know yet and can’t wait to keep discovering, recovering, singing and moving. “Thank you, sweet Life,” she sings forth, “Thank you, thank you, thank you, indeed.”

Sweet life. Alive life. Sweet life, indeed.

Thursday, August 18, 2011

The alternative to suffering--- Rumi's take



Rumi:
plus moaa


The wonder of the water
rushing over the rock in the
stream
justifies existence.

the swish of a horse's tail
and
again I am stunned by the grandeur of the
Unseen One
that governs all Existence.

I resist looking at my palms sometimes
Have you ever gotten breathless before
a beautiful face----
I see you there sometimes
my dear

there is a wonderful problem waiting
for you
that God and I share:

how to keep from fainting when we see
each
other

In deed eo:

How does God keep from fainting all
day
when She sees Herself again
and again
and
again

Light is moving like a stream,
and a myriad of celestial beings
applaud.



Rumi,
via Daniel Ladinsky
via
me
via
you

look at it
smile
close your eyes
sensing your beingness
and
then write
your version:

light streams
just now
from your beauty to mine

it dazzles
and what is
IT?

you are it
I am IT
it is IT

all the explanations crumbe
when we see that the mirror
is bursting with love
and laughter


good

new website:
mystical
practical enlightenment
as the cure
for the divorce blues thing
to transform it,
inta:
da da

The Joy of Divorce:

TheJoyOfDivorce.info

'cause even divorced
we can
faint with love
and joy at the thought of
each
other

what a sweet little piece of the stream's
dance to the ocean
that was

and if we forget the sweetness,
time to remember, time to remember,
yes
what else is time for,
but to
re
member
our Selves
as
pieces of God
staring at other
pieces of God

ha,
ha

don't believe any of the above

and
if
you
wish

experience as much of it,
as you can
stand

with or without
fainting

ciao for Now,
chris

Saturday, July 23, 2011

The Joy of Divorce/ Separation, 2

Beautiful conversation with a wonderful woman
last night.

Several of us around, all with various takes on her suffering
vis a vis this quite wonderful man with a minor flaw:
he had rejected here.

Advice A: it's alright. We've all been there.

Advice B: We all love you. It's okay.

Advice C: Go through it.

Advice C is close, but not quite there.

The secret is that at every moment we can either be present to our
experience or identified with it.

She was feeling rejected.
Sad.
Embarrassed about crying.
Frustrated that she'd "tried so hard" blah blah.
Comparing all the others who'd wanted her and he, who hadn't.

All this is fine,
if felt in the present.
Felt as emotional feeling.
Felt as physical sensation.
That's just life, being lived, being experienced.

But who is watching this?
The real Self, who is empty and wordless and always
complete?
Of, the image/ mask/ socially conditioned self who has
to live up to various stories:

Stories like: relationships should last forever.
I had good intentions, so it should have worked out.
I was good/ kind/ open/ loving/ whatever so that other should have been.
The other should have been different.
The other should have blossomed with my love.
And so on.

Nice stories, and some people get their robots in line
enough to make these stories seem to come true,
but for this wonderful woman the stories were
dying,
and she took that personally.

Sorry, sweetie: the death of the story is good
news.
What's left in the emptiness?

You.
You breathing.
You experiencing your suffering when you attach to the story.

This is the glory of Byron Katie





Judge Your Neighbor
Write it down
Ask 4 Questions
Turn it around

Question 3: How do you react when you attach to/ believe the thought?

This is our chance to experience our experience. To watch and feel and confess and admit and realize: this is how my life is when I believe the story: X shouldn't have rejected me.

We can feel and experience our tears, or sadness, or frustration, or hurt, or disappointment.

But believe this?
Well: advice A is sure: Everyone buys into their story and suffers, so it's okay for you to suffer to.

Byron Katie and anyone who can come to the present would say:
suffering is optional.

Believe the story and suffer.

But what about question #4 : Who or what would you be without the thought? Without the story.

(If this is going too fast because you haven't done yet
the work of Byron Katie, look at all the postings with this label
The Work of Byron Katie postings in this blog
and/ or
The Work of Byron Katie postings in SlowSonoma.com blog
and/ or
Go to her Website: thework.com)

Back to suffering as optional:
Who are you without the thought?

Go there. And find out.
You won't have a thought to tell what it is,
because that's another story.

But you will have an experience.
Of your real self.

Adyashanti
calls this real self
Emptiness Dancing.

He's got a book of the same title:
It's worth getting.

And life is worth living there.

We really have only two choices:
Mindfulness
or
Mindlessness.

We can hide behind our masks, and pretend to be alive
in the mindless state,
but when divorce or separation or loss or death happens,
the mask drops.

Choices are like the advices above:
Feel bad that you are empty of your mask.

Or, the advice of mine, not listed above:
Discover your real self,
the one behind the mask,
the emptiness dancing and deeply gloriously grateful to be
along for this Earth existence ride.

Each breath is precious.

And now, just a bit more Byron Katie:

judge your neighbor/ parent/ ex lover
write it down
ask 4 questions
turn it around

One of the postings you'll get to in the slow sonoma blog
is the advanced use of the turn arounds.

For here, thought:
He shouldn't have rejcted me,
turns to
One: I shouldn't reject him.
And she was, vigorously: rejecting his rejection.
But if rejection was what he was,
then loving him
gives her only one choice
(the choice that ends all suffering):
to love his rejecting.

Second turn around:
She could stop rejecting herself.
This she "got," off and on,
and then went back to apologizing for how
she was being,
which means,
rejecting herself.
She shouldn't feel this way. shouldn't carry on. shouldn't have fallen for him.
blah, blah. one rejection after another.

Third turn around:
he should have been rejecting.
'
Why?
So she could learn what real love is
and
wake up to enlgithenment
not as a grand big ass thing,
but as the thought by thought
way out of suffering and into sanity.

So there.

Good.