Beauty
"Let the beauty you love be what you do.
There are hundreds of ways to kneel and kiss the ground." Rumi
Some friends and I are sitting with this poem. In the classical language of NVC, what strategies meet my needs for beauty? (I much prefer the language of the poem, but NVC does help me cut through judgments.)
The answers coming up are sometimes surprising. Not surprisingly, working with cloth, hanging with the O'Ferals de Onate, and connecting with my cadre of soul mates are strategies that serve very well indeed.
I thought my dream of creating a foundation to support the work of the NVC trainers I admire was something of beauty, but it turns out it's not. Nor, it seems, is continuing with the practice group I've been leading for a couple of years. The latter especially surprises me because it has become effortless. And I know from feedback how much many in this group value what we are doing together.
I was initially a reluctant leader, doing so only because Jorge was traveling a lot. But through the process of learning to be present and relaxed when we got into muddles, I have come home to my life in a way I have longed for but had come to feel hopeless would transpire.
Support simultaneously came from discovering Pamela's satsangs. At last, a satsang-giver who warmed my heart and helped welcome all that was coming. I instantly saw the connection with the notion in NVC that behind every expression was a beautiful need.
"Each one of these servants inside, from the most irritating of emotions, can reveal an incredible amount of wisdom when you interview it," Pamela has said.
So I am interviewing resistance these days, and seeing the paths that apparently want to be followed with more honesty. I am willing more and more to forgive the dream of what I think ought to be happening and just let myself sink in to see if what Hafiz says at the end of his poem is truer for me:
"Your wounds of love can only heal
When you can forgive
This dream."
There are hundreds of ways to kneel and kiss the ground." Rumi
Some friends and I are sitting with this poem. In the classical language of NVC, what strategies meet my needs for beauty? (I much prefer the language of the poem, but NVC does help me cut through judgments.)
The answers coming up are sometimes surprising. Not surprisingly, working with cloth, hanging with the O'Ferals de Onate, and connecting with my cadre of soul mates are strategies that serve very well indeed.
I thought my dream of creating a foundation to support the work of the NVC trainers I admire was something of beauty, but it turns out it's not. Nor, it seems, is continuing with the practice group I've been leading for a couple of years. The latter especially surprises me because it has become effortless. And I know from feedback how much many in this group value what we are doing together.
I was initially a reluctant leader, doing so only because Jorge was traveling a lot. But through the process of learning to be present and relaxed when we got into muddles, I have come home to my life in a way I have longed for but had come to feel hopeless would transpire.
Support simultaneously came from discovering Pamela's satsangs. At last, a satsang-giver who warmed my heart and helped welcome all that was coming. I instantly saw the connection with the notion in NVC that behind every expression was a beautiful need.
"Each one of these servants inside, from the most irritating of emotions, can reveal an incredible amount of wisdom when you interview it," Pamela has said.
So I am interviewing resistance these days, and seeing the paths that apparently want to be followed with more honesty. I am willing more and more to forgive the dream of what I think ought to be happening and just let myself sink in to see if what Hafiz says at the end of his poem is truer for me:
"Your wounds of love can only heal
When you can forgive
This dream."
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