<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4794678494470201922</id><updated>2012-02-10T13:54:55.283-06:00</updated><category term='Stay Open'/><category term='enlightenment'/><category term='thoughts'/><category term='quiet mind'/><title type='text'>Open</title><subtitle type='html'>Welcome!
Email letters to carina@nowstayopen.com</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nowstayopen.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4794678494470201922/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nowstayopen.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Carina ShantiOm</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wHVanQoeq5c/TFTm9Q6qLeI/AAAAAAAAADY/LjZFRYeWxwc/S220/Carin+Channing.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>37</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4794678494470201922.post-3461211101909183103</id><published>2012-02-02T20:19:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2012-02-02T23:46:10.664-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Folks are Raving about Creative Freedom Classes - Feb. 18 &amp; 19</title><content type='html'>Announcing Creative Freedom in February!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so happy to share with you that the classes are a hit. Folks are reporting both personal and professional benefits. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Here's what some former participants said:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Cool techniques, and, even better, ideas about how to apply and modify for my clients."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I got so much out of this course and would love another opportunity -- it blew my expectations away!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-UVGgFHkVtNs/TytE7loVYFI/AAAAAAAAAIw/ID54otZnzGU/s1600/I%2527m%2Bright%2Bdoodle.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-UVGgFHkVtNs/TytE7loVYFI/AAAAAAAAAIw/ID54otZnzGU/s200/I%2527m%2Bright%2Bdoodle.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5704729143499120722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Join us for the next sessions of Creative Freedom (in life and in therapy).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This class is open to everyone, and we provide 6 hours of CEUs to Social Workers and LPCs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Registration information below.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Class description: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Through direct experience, I have come to know the benefits of using writing and visual arts in therapeutic ways. Whether you want to access your creative muse or whether you want to give freedom to all of your feelings, I encourage therapeutic creative exercises, 100%.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The more we allow our complete and natural experience to be expressed, the more we can experience freedom in all emotional states. In this two session class, we will practice techniques to put words to that which we have been reluctant yet eager to express, and we will use visual arts to paint a picture of life that's fully allowed and welcomed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-pMoD8KrMdO4/TytFKNDrs3I/AAAAAAAAAI8/Vq3sjTRNigw/s1600/fear%2Bdoodle.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-pMoD8KrMdO4/TytFKNDrs3I/AAAAAAAAAI8/Vq3sjTRNigw/s200/fear%2Bdoodle.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5704729394600981362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Practical and fresh skills to use in therapy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sat. Feb 18, 1 - 3 pm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sun. Feb 19, 1 - 3 pm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;$75 (6 hours of CEUs)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3355 Bee Caves, Suite 510, Austin 78746&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please register in advance by clicking the “Buy Now” button on this page or email carin_channing@yahoo.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few additional supplies are required. Complete list given upon registration.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Registration is limited to 8 participants.&lt;br /&gt;Call Carin at 847-732-0932 with questions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* * * March classes scheduled for March 10 &amp;amp; 11 * * *&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4794678494470201922-3461211101909183103?l=nowstayopen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nowstayopen.blogspot.com/feeds/3461211101909183103/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nowstayopen.blogspot.com/2012/02/folks-are-raving-about-creative-freedom.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4794678494470201922/posts/default/3461211101909183103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4794678494470201922/posts/default/3461211101909183103'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nowstayopen.blogspot.com/2012/02/folks-are-raving-about-creative-freedom.html' title='Folks are Raving about Creative Freedom Classes - Feb. 18 &amp; 19'/><author><name>Carina ShantiOm</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wHVanQoeq5c/TFTm9Q6qLeI/AAAAAAAAADY/LjZFRYeWxwc/S220/Carin+Channing.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-UVGgFHkVtNs/TytE7loVYFI/AAAAAAAAAIw/ID54otZnzGU/s72-c/I%2527m%2Bright%2Bdoodle.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4794678494470201922.post-6363230109887154644</id><published>2011-12-29T12:23:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2011-12-29T12:27:06.493-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Peace Now</title><content type='html'>(Originally published in the Stay Open Newsletter, Feb. 2010)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;  Greetings, friends. It's always good to be here to share with you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's more and more obvious to me that solutions do not arise from thinking about some imagined future . . .&lt;/div&gt; &lt;br /&gt;I've had something on my mind for days, mentally toying with me,  showing up as thoughts that ask me about how I'm going to manipulate the  future. As if I could know anything like that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I realized a sweet and subtle distinction. I felt &lt;strong&gt;the sensation of waiting&lt;/strong&gt;.  I felt the mentally un-relaxed state of waiting. As if I couldn't relax  now, but in some imagined future, when I tackled the supposed problem,  then I could relax -- maybe. Of course  the thoughts aren't sure about the future either. So in the moment, I  was neither relaxed, nor was I convinced that relaxation was possible in  the future, yet I was projecting myself ahead to a moment when  relaxation &lt;em&gt;might &lt;/em&gt;be possible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, I simply relaxed. I let my thoughts come to rest and noticed what remained.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Peace is available now.&lt;/strong&gt; There's no other time that  you'll ever find it. In fact, it's not something that can be found. It  is naturally here - right now - no matter what is arising on the  surface.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you notice that you're casting yourself mentally into some unknown  and non-existent future, please don't scold yourself. Don't cause  yourself more suffering by making that wrong. Nothing is a problem.  Instead, you can just take that moment of noticing to rest. That's it.  And then, for that moment, peace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The restful moment may be fleeting, as all moments, thoughts, emotions,  and sensations are, but you have given yourself the opportunity to  recognize what is always available no matter what is arising on the  surface.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thoughts and emotions are not problems. The mind that wants to sort  things out and plan for unknown variables is not a problem. In fact,  they can all be gifts, pointing us home to what is always present, unchanging, stable and peaceful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The more we can recognize these moments of waiting for peace, and take the opportunity to &lt;strong&gt;rest now&lt;/strong&gt;,  the more mellow things become. We find that - in this moment - there is  no problem. There may be something that you need to tend to presently,  and if so, you do. And if there isn't, you get to have a real slice of  life. &lt;strong&gt;You are actually living now.&lt;/strong&gt; Life is spontaneously taking care of all that needs to be cared for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I write this I have my front door  open and can see the once gray and now chalky white sky and evening  approaching this February day in Texas. Across the street I can see just  the hint of green fuzz on a tree, mixed with the spidery branches of  winter limbs. The rocking chair on the porch is still, yet somehow  vibrant, in its effortless existence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing has changed in the supposed situation that my mind was trying  to solve. Nothing is needed. Life is totally managing itself. And when  the moment arises that something needs to be done, I can rest assured, it will be. It cannot be any other way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace is now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But don't take my word for it. &lt;strong&gt;Verify for yourself&lt;/strong&gt; by taking brief moments of rest when you notice this problem-solving tendency in yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;* * * * *&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;If questions arise from this writing, please email&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;carina@nowstayopen.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4794678494470201922-6363230109887154644?l=nowstayopen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nowstayopen.blogspot.com/feeds/6363230109887154644/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nowstayopen.blogspot.com/2011/12/peace-now.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4794678494470201922/posts/default/6363230109887154644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4794678494470201922/posts/default/6363230109887154644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nowstayopen.blogspot.com/2011/12/peace-now.html' title='Peace Now'/><author><name>Carina ShantiOm</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wHVanQoeq5c/TFTm9Q6qLeI/AAAAAAAAADY/LjZFRYeWxwc/S220/Carin+Channing.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4794678494470201922.post-5659825042926639776</id><published>2011-12-01T22:33:00.018-06:00</published><updated>2012-01-08T16:24:33.351-06:00</updated><title type='text'>New Class:  Creative Freedom in Therapy &amp; Life</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;*** please note: new dates! ***&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;F&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;rom the Creative Expression Series . . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;Creative Freedom in&lt;br /&gt;2012&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;presented by &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Carin Channing, LCSW&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;This class is &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;open to everyone&lt;/span&gt;, and we provide&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;6 hours of CEUs &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Social Workers &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;LPCs&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-C8VR0cNd9W4/TthdYbkYPWI/AAAAAAAAAH8/rT_j6hlgeUE/s1600/fire%2Bon%2Bthe%2Bmountain.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-C8VR0cNd9W4/TthdYbkYPWI/AAAAAAAAAH8/rT_j6hlgeUE/s320/fire%2Bon%2Bthe%2Bmountain.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5681393604226465122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Through direct experience, I have come to know the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;benefits of using writing and visual arts in therapeutic ways&lt;/span&gt;. Whether you want to access your creative muse or whether you want to unleash feelings that aren't satisfied with just talking about or sitting with them, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I stand by therapeutic creative exercises, 100%&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The more we allow our complete and natural experience to be expressed, the more we can experience freedom in all emotional states.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In this two session class, we will practice techniques to put words to that which we have been reluctant yet eager to express, and we will use visual arts to paint a picture of life that's fully allowed and welcomed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Practical and fresh skills to use in therapy.&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-PfvGQMmrALo/TthdgrEMItI/AAAAAAAAAII/IIPlSegzyRI/s1600/grumpy%2Bdude%2Bdoodle%2Bsleepy%2Bstar%2Beyes.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-PfvGQMmrALo/TthdgrEMItI/AAAAAAAAAII/IIPlSegzyRI/s320/grumpy%2Bdude%2Bdoodle%2Bsleepy%2Bstar%2Beyes.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5681393745825374930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Saturday, January&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; 14 – 4 p.m.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Saturday, January 15,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; 1 – 4 p.m. &lt;/span&gt;(6 Hours of CEUs)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;$75&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3355 Bee Caves, Suite 510, Austin 78746&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Please register in advance&lt;/span&gt; by emailing carin_channing@yahoo.com or by&lt;br /&gt;clicking the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;“Buy Now”&lt;/span&gt; button on this page.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few additional supplies are required. Complete list given upon registration.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Registration is limited to 8 participants.&lt;br /&gt;Call Carin at 847-732-0932 with questions.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4794678494470201922-5659825042926639776?l=nowstayopen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nowstayopen.blogspot.com/feeds/5659825042926639776/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nowstayopen.blogspot.com/2011/12/new-class-creative-expression-in.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4794678494470201922/posts/default/5659825042926639776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4794678494470201922/posts/default/5659825042926639776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nowstayopen.blogspot.com/2011/12/new-class-creative-expression-in.html' title='New Class:  Creative Freedom in Therapy &amp; Life'/><author><name>Carina ShantiOm</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wHVanQoeq5c/TFTm9Q6qLeI/AAAAAAAAADY/LjZFRYeWxwc/S220/Carin+Channing.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-C8VR0cNd9W4/TthdYbkYPWI/AAAAAAAAAH8/rT_j6hlgeUE/s72-c/fire%2Bon%2Bthe%2Bmountain.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4794678494470201922.post-7592265588337119719</id><published>2011-11-04T12:07:00.010-05:00</published><updated>2011-11-10T19:41:16.335-06:00</updated><title type='text'>New Class! Therapeutic (and fun!) Writing</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-46kzMYCBe3M/TrQcxF_GS3I/AAAAAAAAAHE/9NIAb5kr7fU/s1600/uniball%2Bdelux.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: right; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 233px; height: 233px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-46kzMYCBe3M/TrQcxF_GS3I/AAAAAAAAAHE/9NIAb5kr7fU/s320/uniball%2Bdelux.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5671189460512295794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;From the&lt;br /&gt;Creative Expression&lt;br /&gt;Series . . . &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;Writing for Full Creative Expression,&lt;br /&gt;Therapy &amp;amp; Therapists &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;presented by&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Carin Channing, LCSW&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These classes are &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;open to everyone&lt;/span&gt;, and we provide&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;CEUs to Social Workers and LPCs&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Learn and practice exercises to&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;deepen your own creative expression&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and to expand your therapeutic tools. No prior experience necessary!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's my theory that we all benefit from spaces and activities where full expression is allowed without repression.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As a creative tool, writing in an unleashed way opens up channels to our  deepest creative wells. Imagine what might happen to our art (or music  or business or relationships) if we started to tell the truth!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Saturday, November 19&lt;/span&gt;, 1 – 4 p.m. (3 Hours of CEUs)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sunday, November 20&lt;/span&gt;, 1 – 4 p.m.  (3 Hours of CEUs)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Take one or both classes&lt;/span&gt; ($40 for one, $60 for both).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3355 Bee Caves, Suite 510, Austin 78746&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Please register in advance&lt;/span&gt; by emailing carin_channing@yahoo.com or by&lt;br /&gt;clicking the “Buy Now” button on this page.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Registration is limited to 8 participants per day. Call Carin at 847-732-0932 with questions.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4794678494470201922-7592265588337119719?l=nowstayopen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nowstayopen.blogspot.com/feeds/7592265588337119719/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nowstayopen.blogspot.com/2011/11/new-class-thearpeutic-and-fun-writing.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4794678494470201922/posts/default/7592265588337119719'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4794678494470201922/posts/default/7592265588337119719'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nowstayopen.blogspot.com/2011/11/new-class-thearpeutic-and-fun-writing.html' title='New Class! Therapeutic (and fun!) Writing'/><author><name>Carina ShantiOm</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wHVanQoeq5c/TFTm9Q6qLeI/AAAAAAAAADY/LjZFRYeWxwc/S220/Carin+Channing.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-46kzMYCBe3M/TrQcxF_GS3I/AAAAAAAAAHE/9NIAb5kr7fU/s72-c/uniball%2Bdelux.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4794678494470201922.post-4963997217156688683</id><published>2011-10-20T17:31:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2011-10-20T17:59:35.943-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh praise to the unrepressed being!</title><content type='html'>So convinced, by habit, that there is something wrong, I flail to relax when the thoughts bully me, first thing in the morning, and again, later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As inseparability becomes apparent, it does so in surprising ways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sitting at the table in Whole Foods this morning, my chai and pastels on the table in front of me, and the new &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Rolling Stone&lt;/span&gt;, with Steve Jobs on the cover. The mind goes on another tangent here and wonders how will I die? And as I type this, "I" has no sense that it can die. Oh how the moods, the thoughts, the senses shift, and shift again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sat at that table for a few hours, mostly feeling like going to sleep. Also feeling a battlefield of thoughts, of longing, of missing a man I've loved, of feeling that I oughtn't be how I am, conflicted, conflicted. At last the repression can't contain itself and after resting and closing my eyes in prayer, a flurry of an unleashed honest message comes through me and is typed into my phone and is sent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh praise to the unrepressed being!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it was this that revealed to me its undivided nature. No separate me, no separate message, no separate receiver. Though they didn't disappear, which is what I've thought would happen in the realization of this. My mind hasn't been able to understand that inseparable does not mean one bland pureed soup. I still experienced me, and the phone still appeared on the table in front of me, and thoughts still arose that pointed to this man in my system, and yet the blending of the one dance revealed itself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our friend Pema Mags Deane wrote this today:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Oh these places that don't know yet they are Love, that don't know how included they are in the All.&lt;/span&gt;   &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When one of these finally feels the touch of the Heart after eons in  the dark, what a cascade of tears , of tenderness, of heart swelling, of  gratitude , of utter commitment to know and be this Love everywhere.&lt;/span&gt;   &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The unraveling of what binds us to the dream of separateness as Love shepherds all back into the Fold.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I so recognized it. This is an unearthing kind of learning. We feel so deeply that we are madly flawed. Embarrassingly so. Shamefully so. Unworthy, broken, in need of repair. I mean forty-one fucking years of being so convinced.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What beauty is revealed when it is seen that nothing could possibly &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;be &lt;/span&gt;separate. And that the awareness, to which &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;all &lt;/span&gt;arises, holds us in its loving and welcoming arms, whether we are insane with lust and shame or dancing in the fields or resting on the couch and eating a snack.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel that I don't put this into words so well, and I hesitate to write, in part, because I do not claim to have reached an enduring sense of oneness. What matter? Whether it stays apparent to the apparent me or not . . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll sign off by sharing my melancholy doodle from this morning, with gratitude for the impulse to rest in the storm being greater than the impulse to run.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-EroaHpKZW6A/TqCmJVqm7JI/AAAAAAAAAGc/JxCIIxepqBM/s1600/melancholy%2Bdoodle.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-EroaHpKZW6A/TqCmJVqm7JI/AAAAAAAAAGc/JxCIIxepqBM/s320/melancholy%2Bdoodle.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5665711010596973714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel drawn to write poetry, where especially that which has been feared and repressed has a creative stage to sing its song.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4794678494470201922-4963997217156688683?l=nowstayopen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nowstayopen.blogspot.com/feeds/4963997217156688683/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nowstayopen.blogspot.com/2011/10/oh-praise-to-unrepressed-being.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4794678494470201922/posts/default/4963997217156688683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4794678494470201922/posts/default/4963997217156688683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nowstayopen.blogspot.com/2011/10/oh-praise-to-unrepressed-being.html' title='Oh praise to the unrepressed being!'/><author><name>Carina ShantiOm</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wHVanQoeq5c/TFTm9Q6qLeI/AAAAAAAAADY/LjZFRYeWxwc/S220/Carin+Channing.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-EroaHpKZW6A/TqCmJVqm7JI/AAAAAAAAAGc/JxCIIxepqBM/s72-c/melancholy%2Bdoodle.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4794678494470201922.post-1190906530710775096</id><published>2011-10-01T17:08:00.009-05:00</published><updated>2011-10-10T10:42:35.454-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Unleash creative freedom with Disco &amp; Doodles</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Opening your creative freedom . . .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-FpJcbzhJcl4/ToeQO4W15cI/AAAAAAAAAGU/Jth-VGiLums/s1600/first%2Bart%2Bclass%2Bdoodle%2Bflyer.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-FpJcbzhJcl4/ToeQO4W15cI/AAAAAAAAAGU/Jth-VGiLums/s320/first%2Bart%2Bclass%2Bdoodle%2Bflyer.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5658650042135078338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm pleased to announce that registration is now open for&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;DISCO &amp;amp; DOODLES:&lt;br /&gt;UNLEASHING CREATIVE FREEDOM!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This class is open to anyone who wants to spark/expand/loosen/lighten up the world of creativity&lt;br /&gt;(and social workers and LPCs get 7 hours of CEUs)!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Disco &amp;amp; Doodles is here for creative inspiration &amp;amp; ignition. Through writing, doodling, collaging and a bit of disco, we provide a comfortable space to develop skills for releasing and expressing your natural creativity,&lt;br /&gt;without reservation, repression or limitations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;No rules in doodling!&lt;/span&gt; Excellent skills to use in therapy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuesdays, October 25 through November 15, 7:00 – 8:45 pm&lt;br /&gt;Monsterlove Art Studios, &lt;span class="text_exposed_show"&gt;3119 Prado St. Austin TX 78702&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* If this time doesn't work for you, please contact me with alternate times. More sections coming soon! *&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Class cost: $50. This is a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;deeply discounted&lt;/span&gt; price that we are thrilled to be able to offer for this round of classes only. Check, cash or credit card through PayPal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You may pay in 2 installments, with final payment due by the first class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moderate additional supplies required.&lt;br /&gt;Must attend all four weeks for CEUs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Contact Carin Channing, LCSW at carin_channing@yahoo.com or click the PayPal "&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;buy now&lt;/span&gt;" button on this page &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;to register&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please register early and share with your friends and colleagues!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;No prior art (or dancing) experience required!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4794678494470201922-1190906530710775096?l=nowstayopen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nowstayopen.blogspot.com/feeds/1190906530710775096/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nowstayopen.blogspot.com/2011/10/unleash-creative-freedom-with-disco.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4794678494470201922/posts/default/1190906530710775096'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4794678494470201922/posts/default/1190906530710775096'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nowstayopen.blogspot.com/2011/10/unleash-creative-freedom-with-disco.html' title='Unleash creative freedom with Disco &amp; Doodles'/><author><name>Carina ShantiOm</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wHVanQoeq5c/TFTm9Q6qLeI/AAAAAAAAADY/LjZFRYeWxwc/S220/Carin+Channing.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-FpJcbzhJcl4/ToeQO4W15cI/AAAAAAAAAGU/Jth-VGiLums/s72-c/first%2Bart%2Bclass%2Bdoodle%2Bflyer.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4794678494470201922.post-4773482456265024521</id><published>2011-09-05T14:58:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2011-09-05T15:25:11.269-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Stay Open'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='quiet mind'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='enlightenment'/><title type='text'>An Unexplored Assumption: there is such a thing called "thought"</title><content type='html'>I went for a walk and found out that there is no such thing as thought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those of us who are on this so-called path (next we'll unfind &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;that&lt;/span&gt;!) carry an assumption that there is an actual something called a thought, that is different from something called awareness or presence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've looked and have seen that actually awareness is &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;not &lt;/span&gt;missing when what-we-call-thoughts are arising. How could it be gone? If it wasn't there, how would we even register the thought?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So there's that. I'm here to go further and say that there is no such thing as a thought -- at least not in the way we've come to assume it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's start really, really basically.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Show me a thought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you show me a picture of one? Offer me a recording? A YouTube video? What does it feel like? Can I touch it? Hold it in my hand? Sit on it? Eat it? Can I eat a thought?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        I've thought that my thoughts wanted to eat me alive in the past . . . have you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay look . . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;next time you notice a thought, drop the name "thought" and look at it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you find the dividing line between it and you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just take a look.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is radical for those of us who have been distinguishing between thoughts and a peaceful or quiet mind for so long, especially those of us who equate quiet mind with healthy, spiritually high, potentially enlightened . . . and who equate  thought-filled mind with unconscious, un-present, unenlightened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keep looking at this assumption that there is something called a thought that exists.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe there is an occurrence, but the occurrence that we would call thought cannot accurately be described as a separate object.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At least I can't find it as separate, especially when I don't have a name for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Something to play with  . . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;enjoy. xx&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4794678494470201922-4773482456265024521?l=nowstayopen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nowstayopen.blogspot.com/feeds/4773482456265024521/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nowstayopen.blogspot.com/2011/09/i-went-for-walk-and-found-out-that.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4794678494470201922/posts/default/4773482456265024521'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4794678494470201922/posts/default/4773482456265024521'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nowstayopen.blogspot.com/2011/09/i-went-for-walk-and-found-out-that.html' title='An Unexplored Assumption: there is such a thing called &quot;thought&quot;'/><author><name>Carina ShantiOm</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wHVanQoeq5c/TFTm9Q6qLeI/AAAAAAAAADY/LjZFRYeWxwc/S220/Carin+Channing.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4794678494470201922.post-8908588223845551635</id><published>2011-07-03T18:06:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-07-03T20:13:32.891-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Peace within the Storm: the first ever Stay Open Singing Response</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Hey Carina, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I took your last advice and i've actually  fallen in love with someone. He literally is the only person who can  ever make me happy, I really think were soulmates. While this might  sound good, I have other issues. We're in a band together and I'm 19 so I  still live with my parents.  My mom really doesn't like him at all and  she makes fun of me for liking him. Now she tells me we actually have to  stop dating if we're in a band together. This kills us and we end up  sneaking around when the other band members aren't present. It also  doesn't help that my sister is in the band who is best friends with my  mom. She just told me that i can basically never date him again. and I  really don't know what to do this whole situation makes me really sad :(&lt;br /&gt;I hope you can help somewhat or give me some sort of advice, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Coen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* * * * *&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;iframe src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/A-lIiCGhOGY" allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="349" width="560"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4794678494470201922-8908588223845551635?l=nowstayopen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nowstayopen.blogspot.com/feeds/8908588223845551635/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nowstayopen.blogspot.com/2011/07/calm-within-storm-first-ever-stay-open.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4794678494470201922/posts/default/8908588223845551635'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4794678494470201922/posts/default/8908588223845551635'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nowstayopen.blogspot.com/2011/07/calm-within-storm-first-ever-stay-open.html' title='Peace within the Storm: the first ever Stay Open Singing Response'/><author><name>Carina ShantiOm</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wHVanQoeq5c/TFTm9Q6qLeI/AAAAAAAAADY/LjZFRYeWxwc/S220/Carin+Channing.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/A-lIiCGhOGY/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4794678494470201922.post-4543492203408310566</id><published>2011-06-21T19:25:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2011-06-21T20:23:04.792-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Seeing through resistance</title><content type='html'>I can't say that anything I say here is, in an absolute sense, true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But this is how it seems to me . . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is no such thing as resistance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are thoughts that say, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I don't want to&lt;/span&gt; or&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I should&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And there is &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;doing &lt;/span&gt;or &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;not doing&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah yes, all concepts in themselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look into the word resistance and show me where it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* * * * *&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also don't believe in blocks. (Don't shoot me!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had long thought that my life looked a certain way or didn't look a certain way, in part, because of blocks or resistance I had about something. Something was in the way of my wholeness, my success, my happiness. And my not being there was in my control and it was due to resistance or blocks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How many of you have a block against something in your life, the removal of which you feel would give you freedom? Let's see a show of hands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How many of you would say that you are resistant to some action that you know would make a difference for you? Raise your hands. Hold them up there. Let me see them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, put your hands down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* * * * *&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, what if the entire concept "resistance" was just gone? Poof. What's left?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe we are back to &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I don't want to&lt;/span&gt; or &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I should&lt;/span&gt;, and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;doing &lt;/span&gt;or &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;not doing&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where is the actual resistance?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I definitely have this kind of conversation with myself around exercise. But I no longer call it resistance. I can just see that there's this debate that goes on within me about when and what I'm going to do for exercise and this whole world of should-ness around it. Like there's a moral connection with whether or not I exercise, and so an inherent and true "should."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, I don't believe in morality either. Not in an absolute sense. I hesitate to type those words, for the slippery slope that they have trailing them. So I don't want to linger here. But I will point out that "morality" is also a concept, and as we look at it closely, we see that it's made up of more concepts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friend tells me that she is resistant to doing her homework. I say there are the thoughts &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I should&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I don't want to&lt;/span&gt; (or &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I want to&lt;/span&gt;), and there is the moment of doing or not doing. And I don't feel that the two have anything to do with each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The thoughts are arising, and the doing is arising (or not doing), equally, spontaneously, independently.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It seems to me that telling ourselves or others that we or they are resistant to something creates more of the feeling of resistance, or, to put it simply, more tension. It creates this attribute that is seen as negative and as something that needs to be changed. But how can we change something that doesn't exist?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We achieve what we achieve when we do. We hear what we hear when we do. We see what we see or understand what we understand when we do. And we act when we do. Or we never do. Even the word "when" doesn't mean anything. What is RIGHT NOW is what IS RIGHT NOW. And NOW. And NOW.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In this infinite series of infinite NOWs, how can there possibly be anything other than what is right now? Doing/not doing/wanting/wishing/relaxing/resting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The more we relax, the more relaxed and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;trusting &lt;/span&gt;we are, and look at that: life still happens! And quite nicely, I might add.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No blocks, no resistance, no barriers to freedom. Every appearance is as it is, perfectly and effortlessly appearing. See what happens if, when these notions of resistance or being blocked come through, you simply relax. 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finding it to be pleasant and relaxing, even restful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are some things in this life that curiosity wants to investigate. How do leaves change colors in the fall (and how does my hair turn gray, for that matter)? Then there are practical questions: which road do I take to get from here to the bank? or what time does the bank open on Saturdays? There are questions that have specific answers: what was the Billboard #1 song on this date in 1973? It was Crocodile Rock, by the way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then there are questions that have answers that &lt;em&gt;might&lt;/em&gt; make sense to us, but they are less certain: why does my partner yell at me when I leave the clean laundry in the basket instead of folding it? Why won't my mother learn to text? Why do I keep &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;texting&lt;/span&gt; that boy who doesn't text me back?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I work in a psychiatric hospital, and I was considering these things as I walked through the unit today. In the mental health world, we often look to two major areas for answers. One is chemistry. We say that bipolar disorder comes from an issue with one's brain chemistry and there are medications that can help even out the mood swings. This is often shown to be effective. The other area is social history. What was the scene like in the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;patient's&lt;/span&gt; house while growing up? Is there a history of abuse or other trauma? These lines of questioning also lead to answers and conclusions that often make sense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then there are exceptions to both of these scenarios. There are people for whom medication doesn't work. There are also people who have had intense abuse histories who appear to be healthy, well-adjusted and healed. So how can one history (or explanation) be the cause of the current situation, when there's so much variety in results?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before I go on, I should say that I'm not suggesting people shouldn't take their medication, especially if they've found it helpful! And I'm not suggesting that if a person has trauma in his or her background that he or she should go through life unaffected by it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I'm saying is: in the present moment, there is no history, and there is no "why."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is - right now - is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was walking through the hall saying hello to different co-workers, noticing that I smile at some, say hello to others, warmly greet others, nod and pass by the rest. I started to wonder how it is that this happens. Why do I not offer the same greeting to everyone? Why would I be warm to some and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;luke&lt;/span&gt;warm to others?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then the questioning dropped away and there I was, walking down the hall, being in the experience. I notice in moments like this that the sensory experience often brightens. I see colors more distinctly. This morning I was eating grapefruit, mulling over something from the [recent] past in my mind. Then I checked in and saw that nothing right then was happening - or needed to be understood - other than exactly what was happening in that moment. Suddenly my grapefruit cheered with flavor and I found myself saying, "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Mmmmm&lt;/span&gt;."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In our own mental/emotional lives, we often look for the "why" behind what we do, especially behind what we do that we don't like or don't approve of. We also do this with our partners, parents, siblings, friends, bosses, teachers, etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've noticed that there can be a comfort in analyzing what might be driving someone to behave a certain way. I've mentioned in this column before that I used to analyze my boyfriends with a friend of mine who's a therapist. If I was feeling broken-hearted, it was soothing to me to find reasons why the man wasn't calling or wasn't behaving like I wanted him to. We would come up with scenarios from his childhood about his own trauma in his upbringing that led him to be uncomfortalbe with intimacy. One of my favorites was the one that says he likes me so much it scares him and that's why he's retreated. (&lt;em&gt;As if&lt;/em&gt;, I say now. But I digress.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Making sense of why someone else acts the way he does might work for the mind that seeks answers or comfort. But it's much more challenging when you turn it on yourself. Why do I chew on the inside of my mouth (and drive my sister and people over the past 20 years crazy)? Why am I ambivalent about my own intimate relationships? Why do I still hope for approval from my father, at age 40? Why do I stay up and sleep so late (again, at age 40)?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[It's funny, as I'm writing this, I'm realizing that I don't usually do this with the things I consider positive. Why is my home so comfortable? Why am I a good cook (when I get around to it)? Why do I love to exercise? Why can I sing? Why am I a good writer?]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We seek the "why" in the &lt;strong&gt;supposedly negative&lt;/strong&gt; situations because we think that insight will lead us to some healing or to a change in the behavior. Well, here I am at 40 saying, I'm not interested in "why," and I will go so far as to say, it doesn't even exist. If, in a moment, I find that I'm chewing on the inside of my cheek (I know, it's gross, right?), that's happening because it's happening. There is no "why" about it. If I'm feeling unsure about where I am in a relationship at any given moment, there's no "why" about that either. It's just what's arising right then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also see that this sort of allowing - or letting go - results in the dropping away of concepts that have held these scenarios or behaviors in place. Take, for example, ambivalence. For years I've claimed that I am ambivalent when it comes to relationships (and I've often said the men in my life are, too). Well, what if there's no such thing as ambivalence - just as there's no such thing as "why?" What if there's only what's arising right here in &lt;strong&gt;this moment now&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I look for what's there, I don't even see any thoughts. Ask me again in the morning, and there well could be be some mental churning (I do my mental calisthenics most rigorously in the first few hours upon waking). The point is, what's arising right now is what's arising. It might be a thought. It might be a sound or a sensation in the body. But show me the arising of a concept like ambivalence. I'm coming to see that it doesn't exist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This all begins to sound very passive to me -- and I'm pretty sure my partner thinks so too! And I can understand that. We've been programmed to think that decision-making needs to happen. One teacher years ago told me, "Just keep getting off the fence." And there may be moments to do that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But what if we don't need to know -- and in fact, we &lt;em&gt;can't&lt;/em&gt; know -- until we know?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two things may happen. One, the questioning, if allowed to come to rest, can drop away naturally, &lt;strong&gt;leaving us right here, present, awake, colorful, alert, alive&lt;/strong&gt;. Or, two, an answer, be it a needed action or solution or possible understanding, is allowed to arise in its time, without our mental pushing for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is freedom here. Freedom for us as individuals and freedom for others in our lives. When we aren't fixated on the questions about why someone is a certain way, that person is allowed to be. Well, the person is allowed to be already, just by the fact that he or she &lt;em&gt;is&lt;/em&gt;. And then we no longer have a personal agenda to create anyone in any other way besides exactly how they are right then and there. And the same goes for us as individuals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So when I wake up tomorrow morning, if I'm churning with thoughts or agitation, I can remember, through resting in the present awareness that is always here, always awake, always inseparable, &lt;strong&gt;no matter what is arising&lt;/strong&gt;, that everything is already allowed and I need not pressure myself to attempt to change it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miracles happen through such allowing. The need to repeat behaviors to keep story-lines alive can relax.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But don't let's try to logic our way into this now, folks! That's just more should-ing. That's just more pressure. That's just more rejecting, wearing a dress called wanting-it-to-be-better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We don't need to know why. We don't need to know what's next. We don't need to look for the causes that will create the next scenario that we then have to feel badly about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's all okay. It's all right now, if it's anywhere at all. And if it's not right now, it's not. Don't ask me why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Carina&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;If questions arise from this writing, please email&lt;br /&gt;carina@nowstayopen.com&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4794678494470201922-7636270165644751110?l=nowstayopen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nowstayopen.blogspot.com/feeds/7636270165644751110/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nowstayopen.blogspot.com/2011/02/joy-of-not-knowing.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4794678494470201922/posts/default/7636270165644751110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4794678494470201922/posts/default/7636270165644751110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nowstayopen.blogspot.com/2011/02/joy-of-not-knowing.html' title='Freedom from &quot;Why?&quot;'/><author><name>Carina ShantiOm</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wHVanQoeq5c/TFTm9Q6qLeI/AAAAAAAAADY/LjZFRYeWxwc/S220/Carin+Channing.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4794678494470201922.post-2146650003381367265</id><published>2011-02-04T11:51:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-02-04T11:52:24.235-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Here's the Answer</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe title="YouTube video player" width="480" height="390" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/zfrRRZpzA6I" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4794678494470201922-2146650003381367265?l=nowstayopen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nowstayopen.blogspot.com/feeds/2146650003381367265/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nowstayopen.blogspot.com/2011/02/heres-answer.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4794678494470201922/posts/default/2146650003381367265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4794678494470201922/posts/default/2146650003381367265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nowstayopen.blogspot.com/2011/02/heres-answer.html' title='Here&apos;s the Answer'/><author><name>Carina ShantiOm</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wHVanQoeq5c/TFTm9Q6qLeI/AAAAAAAAADY/LjZFRYeWxwc/S220/Carin+Channing.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/zfrRRZpzA6I/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4794678494470201922.post-4236230574569576584</id><published>2010-12-16T22:30:00.015-06:00</published><updated>2010-12-27T09:52:22.067-06:00</updated><title type='text'>How can any of it be wrong?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wHVanQoeq5c/TRf7rij2bCI/AAAAAAAAAEc/ZL4w_AKqnIg/s1600/heart%2Bon%2Bthe%2Bground.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wHVanQoeq5c/TRf7rij2bCI/AAAAAAAAAEc/ZL4w_AKqnIg/s320/heart%2Bon%2Bthe%2Bground.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5555185390814915618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Carina,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have had this feeling all summer and now into the fall.   For the last ten years, I have completely, willingly, and with my whole   heart supported, advocated, and provided over half of my services to   The Jones Center on a volunteer basis. Granted I learned, grew, and  was  afforded a profession that prior to The Jones Center I didn't have.   Nonetheless, as my contracted ended at the end of June, the Director,  who meant the world to me and more, and  I, completely dissolved our   relationship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, she says very little to me; if at all. Most  remarks  she makes are in the form of polite daggers which kill me even  more.  This has been a huge hurdle to overcome because as much as I feel   "Rotten" about it, and as much as I try to accept the fact that  someone  who I looked up to, respected, admired, and cared for is  settling with  being a stranger to me, I come right back to the same  place. I feel that  there is a doorway...I don't believe that everything  that I've learned,  experienced, and all that I've accomplished was in  vain. I just am  burdened with understanding really how someone you  trust with out  question, has become someone who breaks your heart with  out question.  So, what do you do once you accept that you feel rotten  about something  that you can't change? LOL Jen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*****&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Jen,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for writing. It sounds like a mysterious situation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been mulling it over for some time, and I want to focus on one angle: your experience of feeling rotten. You said, "What do you do once you accept that you feel rotten about something  that you can't change?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jen, I can't say for sure because we have not been talking about this in person, but I suspect that you have not truly accepted that you are feeling rotten. Now wait. Before you feel that I'm shoulding you or placing more pressure on you when you're already struggling with feelings, know that's not the deal. In fact, I want to offer you space, permission, to just get &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;into &lt;/span&gt;what YOU are experiencing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's really nothing else we can do anything about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even attempting to analyze the other people involved in the offending situation can't really be done with true understanding if we aren't fully experiencing, without apology, our present feelings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I recommend to you, my friend, that you just let that rottenness come when it arises. And get yourself quiet, still - even if it's just for a moment here and there - and drop into your body and feel the sensations of rottenness arising and doing whatever it is they're doing. This is a gateway that we rarely allow ourselves. It's a doorway whose key we don't realize we have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See, 'cuz the thing is, we can't possibly know what's going on with the other person. And it sounds like your friend probably doesn't know either. We think we know why we do things or act certain ways, but we don't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which is relieving in a way, because then all there is left for us to do is experience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I invite you to take a little time and get still and quiet and let those feelings rise (arise? arrive? let it ride?), without any judgment on how you should be feeling or what you should be thinking. From the meanest and angriest to the saddest, most fearful or loving: they're all sensations that you can watch and feel move as waves, arising and always returning back home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm curious whether or not you've talked with your friend about what may have gone wrong for her. Still, the most fertile ground is within the experience of your own sensations, without added stories.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's courageous and a-typical and, paradoxically, so worthwhile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can imagine it feels pretty rotten, and I suspect there's some relief in there too. But don't take my word for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for writing and sharing your experience with us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;Carina&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;If questions arise from this writing, please email&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;carina@nowstayopen.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4794678494470201922-4236230574569576584?l=nowstayopen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nowstayopen.blogspot.com/feeds/4236230574569576584/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nowstayopen.blogspot.com/2010/12/how-can-any-of-it-be-wrong.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4794678494470201922/posts/default/4236230574569576584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4794678494470201922/posts/default/4236230574569576584'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nowstayopen.blogspot.com/2010/12/how-can-any-of-it-be-wrong.html' title='How can any of it be wrong?'/><author><name>Carina ShantiOm</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wHVanQoeq5c/TFTm9Q6qLeI/AAAAAAAAADY/LjZFRYeWxwc/S220/Carin+Channing.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wHVanQoeq5c/TRf7rij2bCI/AAAAAAAAAEc/ZL4w_AKqnIg/s72-c/heart%2Bon%2Bthe%2Bground.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4794678494470201922.post-3272176611610540193</id><published>2010-11-21T18:09:00.011-06:00</published><updated>2010-12-02T11:17:51.747-06:00</updated><title type='text'>A Benevolent Invitation</title><content type='html'>People have been coming to me with their heartbreaks. Mostly men the past few days, interestingly enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not talking too much these days, and I have declined to get into much conversation. I see my role more as one of opening space within myself, feeling infinity, and knowing from here that the sad times are also filled with grace. They are grace ready to come out. When I'm riding the heartbreak waves, and I can remember this, it makes the experience very interesting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is it like to go through emotions that we call dark and at the same time feel light emanating from them? And how is it possible to have both?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It comes from a stillness of the mind. No thought can allow for such openness during heartache. The fire that burns as our suffering is fanned by our thoughts, playing out the story and its tale of woe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then there's a place deep inside that can actually contain . . .  can &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;hold &lt;/span&gt;you and your fear and your agony and the watery flow of sadness. For it &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;is &lt;/span&gt;flowing. It is not fixed. Thoughts and emotions together want to lock something down, fix it as black or white, and hold to it. Only in letting our emotions erupt - with neither judgment of them nor of the catalyzing situation - can we experience this flow and allow everything to move.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a way to allow old emotions - I'm talking those that have been stored up since you were too young to remember - to arise and be released, leaving a door wide-open for the stillness that exists as our natural state to permeate the moment and, subsequently, our interactions with others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Allowing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We can't think our way into it. We just can't. Don't even try. If you find yourself doing it, just see it. Take a breath. Take a moment. And with that, you've used the futile attempt to mentally fix as a bell of mindfulness that brings you back to this. And this is it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All of these situations are inviting us, sometimes subtly, sometimes like a raging storm, to awaken. It is a benevolent invitation. We needn't be afraid (see footnote).* Let the feelings come. Keep breathing. Feel the inner body. Feel infinity. Stay open.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been reading this Rumi poem for years, and I came across it today and saw it clearly. Can you find the knowing within yourself, when the head is bound with emotion and tragedy, that allows you to open your chest, relax your shoulders, breathe and surrender to this moment? Surrendering because you &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;know &lt;/span&gt;deep within that there is grace in the sadness, and rich comfort on the other side of the woes . . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I speak from experience. So does our beloved Mevlana (Rumi).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;He Gives to Taste ~ Rumi&lt;/span&gt; (translated by Jonathan Star)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do not despair&lt;br /&gt; if the Beloved pushes you away.&lt;br /&gt;If He pushes you away today&lt;br /&gt; it's only so He can draw you back tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If He closes the door on your face,&lt;br /&gt; don't leave, wait --&lt;br /&gt; you'll soon be by his side.&lt;br /&gt;If He bars every passage,&lt;br /&gt; don't lose hope --&lt;br /&gt; He's about to show you&lt;br /&gt; a secret way that nobody knows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A butcher cuts off a sheep's head for food,&lt;br /&gt; not just to throw away.&lt;br /&gt;When the sheep no longer has breath&lt;br /&gt; the butcher fills it&lt;br /&gt; with his own breath.&lt;br /&gt;O what life&lt;br /&gt; God's breath will bring to &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the likeness ends here --&lt;br /&gt;For God's bounty is much greater than the butcher's.&lt;br /&gt;God's blows don't bring death but eternal life.&lt;br /&gt;He gives the wealth of Solomon to a single ant.&lt;br /&gt;He gives the treasure of both worlds to all who ask.&lt;br /&gt;He gives and gives&lt;br /&gt;yet does not startle a single heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've traveled to all ends of the earth&lt;br /&gt;and have not found anyone like Him.&lt;br /&gt;Who can match Him?&lt;br /&gt;Who can hold a candle to His glory?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Silence already!&lt;br /&gt;He gives us the wine to taste,&lt;br /&gt;not to talk about. . . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He gives to taste.&lt;br /&gt;He gives to taste.&lt;br /&gt;He gives to taste.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;* &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I wasn't sure about saying, "We needn't be afraid." Tonight I came across this excerpt from the &lt;a href="http://www.ramdassnow.com/"&gt;Be Here Now blog project&lt;/a&gt; I've been participating in:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The point is not to feel &lt;em&gt;better&lt;/em&gt;;  it is to feel. The depth of this moment is all there is and our folly is  to attempt to escape this. We will never be away from the now. [This is  how we must die. To every sensation but this moment. To past, to  future, to thoughts that think past and future exist at all.]&lt;/span&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Scary? Go ahead and be scared. There’s the paradox — having the &lt;em&gt;courage &lt;/em&gt;to  be scared. I mean, what did I expect, taking on a process such as this?  And these processes . . . am I willing to look into that mirror? Whose  face will I see back?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;If questions arise from this writing, please email&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;carina@nowstayopen.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4794678494470201922-3272176611610540193?l=nowstayopen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nowstayopen.blogspot.com/feeds/3272176611610540193/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nowstayopen.blogspot.com/2010/11/benevolent-invitation.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4794678494470201922/posts/default/3272176611610540193'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4794678494470201922/posts/default/3272176611610540193'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nowstayopen.blogspot.com/2010/11/benevolent-invitation.html' title='A Benevolent Invitation'/><author><name>Carina ShantiOm</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wHVanQoeq5c/TFTm9Q6qLeI/AAAAAAAAADY/LjZFRYeWxwc/S220/Carin+Channing.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4794678494470201922.post-2639867442599074244</id><published>2010-11-13T16:34:00.023-06:00</published><updated>2011-01-08T14:42:54.698-06:00</updated><title type='text'>On the Topic of Self-Esteem</title><content type='html'>Hi Carina,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We in the West are plagued with  that critical voice  in the back of our heads, telling us that we're not  good enough, or  we're bad.  It is reflected in the fact that we are  always told to  "become somebody" instead of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;being &lt;/span&gt;somebody  (implying  that who we are now is somehow not good enough).  And if we  tell people  that we're working on loving ourselves the way we are,  people think it's  narcissistic.  How to combat this attitude?  That's  the tough part.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Steve&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*****&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Steve,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I  appreciate this topic. It seems to be one of the  most common issues  that people deal with. I'm seeing lots of pages popping  up on Facebook  that send out daily cheerful messages letting people know  how great  they are -- just as they are. These messages wouldn't be  coming by the  volume (and be being eaten up by the voracious readers) if  the readers  weren't convinced that self-esteem is something to be  reaching for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What if self-esteem and self-loathing are two sides of the same delusion?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Consider   this: Having high self-esteem (in the way that our culture touts it)  is  as much a costume -- a role -- as having low self-esteem is. Both  are  built on foundations that lack  inherent truth. That is, they are  both  passing, impermanent, in the world of form.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know well  that  voice in the back of the head that says I'm bad. It's a specter  that  likes to hold my head underwater so I can't breathe and tell me  that all  of who I am is a failure. I'm happy to say that I don't  experience it  that often, but I do, and it is a convincing voice, to  be sure. Here's  the okay thing about it: none of it's true, nor is it  fixed. It's a wave  of energy passing through, and it can knock down  everything in its  path, or I can inhale, exhale, and surf it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Neither  is preferable  nor better or worse than the other. That is, if you're  being bowled  over by thoughts and emotions, so be it. Can you  consciously allow the  knocking around? Surrender to the noise of the  moment and just let it do  its thing? You'll find in here the paradox of  then being able to surf  the next wave.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A thought comes in: "I'm  so fucked up . . . I hate  myself," and there are several ways the mind  can go. It can join up  with the thoughts like jumping on a box car and  riding down the track  with the train. Or you can turn around and face  the thought, almost  looking backward, to see what the source of the  thought is. And then you  see, it's nothing. Thoughts arise out of  nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you are  noticing thoughts coming up and rolling  by, rather than running after  them or trying to attack back (both  actions are magnetic for attaching  to your thoughts), you dis-identify  with the content of the thought. And  then it's just another ephemeral  flower, bloomed and now dying. And we are still here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In this moment, you are giving yourself access to &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;true &lt;/span&gt;self-esteem, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;true &lt;/span&gt;confidence.   In a non-dualistic sense, there is no such thing as a self to  have  confidence in.  True  self-esteem comes from stillness and a relaxed knowing of the  deeper  essence of consciousness, the field out of which all individuals  and our  corresponding egos and ego trips arise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So when you're  able, when you're sitting back in the spacious place of  observation, and  you hear, "I'm a horrible person," you can benefit  yourself most  greatly by taking a breath right then. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Inhale, exhale, drop out of the mind and feel the rippling sensations in your body.&lt;/span&gt; That wave is moving and if you allow it, it will move on out, and there will be calm before the next one comes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wHVanQoeq5c/TN86mVsSFrI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/lQWNCLeIXwM/s1600/waves.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wHVanQoeq5c/TN86mVsSFrI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/lQWNCLeIXwM/s320/waves.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5539210497021318834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In this culture, so set on having us constantly striving and wanting, driving us to do more and shift more and change more and heal more and lose more and earn more, we are terribly misguided to hitch our wagons to stars with no foundation. True worth, which is ultimately neutral and spacious, comes from calming and quieting the external chatter and breathing with the waves that inevitably arise in any human's experience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All of the experiences we have that seem negative -- and all of those that seem positive, too, for the excitement of good times and success is simply the other side of the despair and failure coin -- have within them the golden opportunity to come into that self-loving space, that tender space that sees the poignancy in human experience and opens and welcomes it, transmuting the fear of wrongness into the great space of awakening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This has been great to contemplate. Thank you so much for writing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Carina&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;If other questions arise from this writing, please email&lt;br /&gt;carina@nowstayopen.com      &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4794678494470201922-2639867442599074244?l=nowstayopen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nowstayopen.blogspot.com/feeds/2639867442599074244/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nowstayopen.blogspot.com/2010/11/on-topic-of-self-esteem.html#comment-form' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4794678494470201922/posts/default/2639867442599074244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4794678494470201922/posts/default/2639867442599074244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nowstayopen.blogspot.com/2010/11/on-topic-of-self-esteem.html' title='On the Topic of Self-Esteem'/><author><name>Carina ShantiOm</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wHVanQoeq5c/TFTm9Q6qLeI/AAAAAAAAADY/LjZFRYeWxwc/S220/Carin+Channing.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wHVanQoeq5c/TN86mVsSFrI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/lQWNCLeIXwM/s72-c/waves.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4794678494470201922.post-4085265567673556776</id><published>2010-10-23T15:32:00.012-05:00</published><updated>2010-10-26T23:11:43.194-05:00</updated><title type='text'>In the meantime, you can relax</title><content type='html'>Hi Carina,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am a strong fan of Ram Dass and I try my best to follow his  suggestions in &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Be Here Now&lt;/span&gt;.* However I have two questions. One  is referring to my love life which is: why do I keep getting let down by  people or am quickly disinterested once they are [interested]? And my second one  is referring to my passion which is music. I am in college but my dream  is music. What should I do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks,&lt;br /&gt;Coen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;*The writer mentions Ram Dass and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Be Here Now&lt;/span&gt; because I've been writing on a &lt;a href="http://www.ramdassnow.com/"&gt;blogging project&lt;/a&gt; related to Ram Dass's classic book.  - Carina&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*****&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Coen,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you so much for writing. I'm confident that a lot of readers are wondering similar things in their own lives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Relationships come when they come and stick around when they stick around. As does everything else. Surrendering ourselves to this natural flow comes, in part, from quieting the mind. Then we are present to the fullness of each moment, exactly where we are. When that happens, the desire or expectation for a relationship can relax. And I'm not making any promises, but they do say that when we're not seeking something is when it actually shows up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A time will come when eventually you'll meet someone whose disappointments and affection don't drive you away. In the meantime, you can relax.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It could be, too, that you don't really &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;want &lt;/span&gt;to be in a relationship right now. For ages I thought that I should want a relationship. It was liberating for me when I realized that wasn't something I was seeking at the time (even though it seemed like that's what all single people &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;should &lt;/span&gt;want). With that realization dropped all shoulds and pinings and wistful wishings. So much space opened up and-  lo and behold - who walked in but a pretty awesome man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now we get to see if we can live with each other's disappointments and affection. It's an on-going process, and it's a lovely gift for our growth as individuals. When you can receive genuine caring from another, and when you can observe your automatic responses to things that ultimately have no meaning but which we're convinced are offensive, you're given the gift of a heart that can relax, open up and breathe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For now, don't make yourself wrong if this isn't where you are. I say, don't worry about it. We can analyze the heck out of ya and say you have a fear of intimacy or you weren't raised right or any other psychological avenue, but shoot, who &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;doesn't&lt;/span&gt; have that fear? What &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;was &lt;/span&gt;raised right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Allowing nature to flow and to present us with opportunities in the exact right moments - because there's no other way those moments can be - leaves room to chill out, enjoy the ride, and watch with curiosity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can apply this to your school question, too. That is, go by your intuition, which is ultimately aligned with the flow of the universe. If you can't hear it, perhaps a little meditation, journal-writing, cleaning, walking on a trail - whatever shifts you out of your thinking - will help you hear. And remember, sometimes what you hear is nothing and so there is nothing to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you find that you're in a situation that you really don't want to be in (i.e. school versus focusing on music), check in with yourself and find out what the natural next step is. Again, it may be to do nothing. It may be to continue on as you are and watch for the next message that directly guides you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Surrender, man. It's not always an easy thing. But I know for sure that churning the mind around on such issues as relationship woes and career/inspiration path can be a dangerous and muddied road. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Shoulds &lt;/span&gt;do their best to crowd out intuition. Nevertheless, what is to be will be, and there's no way around it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See if you can relax. Then let us know what happens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you so much for writing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gratefully,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Carina&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. I would be remiss in not mentioning Julia Cameron's &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Complete-Artists-Way-Creativity-Spiritual/dp/158542630X/ref=sr_1_2?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;qid=1288152620&amp;amp;sr=8-2"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Artist Way&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; here. This book is a 12-week self-guided course that did heaps for me in sloughing off "shoulds" and getting to what I really dig, in a natural and fun way. This column came out of that project. Do it with a friend. (Thanks, Deborah G.!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;If other questions arise from this writing, please email&lt;br /&gt;carina@nowstayopen.com                  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4794678494470201922-4085265567673556776?l=nowstayopen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nowstayopen.blogspot.com/feeds/4085265567673556776/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nowstayopen.blogspot.com/2010/10/in-meantime-you-can-relax.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4794678494470201922/posts/default/4085265567673556776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4794678494470201922/posts/default/4085265567673556776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nowstayopen.blogspot.com/2010/10/in-meantime-you-can-relax.html' title='In the meantime, you can relax'/><author><name>Carina ShantiOm</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wHVanQoeq5c/TFTm9Q6qLeI/AAAAAAAAADY/LjZFRYeWxwc/S220/Carin+Channing.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4794678494470201922.post-6861957711938271847</id><published>2010-09-19T12:20:00.009-05:00</published><updated>2010-09-19T15:38:59.976-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Curious to See What Happens Next</title><content type='html'>Dear Carina,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ve really appreciated, understood, and enjoyed your messages.  Because of this, I thought that maybe you could offer me a different, more clear, or even rational meaning of what is lately a perplex issue within myself.  My question Carina is, “How does one know the difference between what they’re responsible for (i.e. purpose, life, career) from what God’s in control of?”  I consider myself a Christian; while not following a specific religion, I believe that there are things that “God” makes happen i.e. blessings, miracles, opened doors, ect. And then there are things that we as individuals make happen i.e. direction taken, choices, decisions, progress; thus creating perpetual cycles of us all fulfilling a natural purpose. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Having said that, we see in life “I believe” people who neither seek “God’s” direction nor make progress; thereby living in misery, sadness, maybe poverty, and hopelessness because they make all the wrong choices, give up, or become self defeating.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Granted, I’m not defeated, I seek to understand and persevere ahead all the time; but, I’m STUCK and have been for months. I have drive, passion, training, eagerness, and desire; I just don’t quite get the (For What) part.  For years I have molded a career in autism services. But, since my independent contract ended with The Rich Center in June, I have struggled and been burdened about where I’m supposed to be.    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is my work in the field of autism directed by God or me?  I feel really disappointed in the fact that I have not chosen or decided on what to do and because of that I haven’t worked for two months.  But, I have a really big concern that because I like to be in control, I’m going to choose the wrong thing, “if God’s in control and I don’t let him guide me or look toward an answer.”  And, is it responsible to look for direction to move in the right direction?   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please HELP!!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Signed,   Jen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*****&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Jen, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Great question!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It sounds like you are divided between two worlds: that of asking for God’s help and that of your own will and intentional drive.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What if they are the same thing? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder how there can be some things (“blessings, miracles, opened doors, etc.”) that God controls or makes happen and the rest of it is left to our human will (“direction taken, choices, decisions, progress”)?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I suggest you ask yourself these questions. The answers are as specifically yours as your specific scenario and questions are. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Westerners seem to have this idea that good and mysterious things come from God whereas rational and mind-driven occurrences come from something else. But I ask you, what is &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;not&lt;/span&gt; mysterious? Even when thoughts arise and decision-making occurs, where do those thoughts come from? Who makes the decisions? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here I sit on the couch at the coffee shop typing these words to you. Who is typing the words? Whose words are these and whose ideas? And whatever happens next, who guides that decision? Will I go to the grocery store? Will I go home? Will I stay here the rest of the day? Is this all already decided and set in motion and all my thinking, plotting and planning has nothing to do with it? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I ask you again, is it possible to live both a guided life and a rational life? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don’t think so. Then again, I think that it’s all been decided already, including us thinking that we have any choice in the matter, including us having this conversation now.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This seems almost too simplistic, and yet, there it is. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Can you practice taking your hands off the wheel and allowing the flow of life to guide&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;you &lt;/span&gt;rather than your rational, driven mind (that hasn't been getting you anywhere, I might add)?  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The spiritual path is one that doesn’t make any rational sense. And I’m thankful for that, challenging as it can be sometimes. Very few things that I’m up to lately make sense according to the traditional, linear, Western-focused mind.  I don’t necessarily recommend this to anyone, but since you were moved to ask me your questions, I might suggest that there is something outside of the linear and rational that’s calling to you too.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You ask if it’s responsible to look for directions to move in the right direction. Well, I don’t know from responsible, but I am a fan of praying for help and then letting it go. Prayer works for me because I believe it does. If you can surrender to the greater system beyond our limited human perspective and let it do &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;its &lt;/span&gt;work, then your next move will be clear to you.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember, too, that the next move may be to do nothing.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you ready to throw rational out the window and truly be guided? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m curious to see what happens next.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With love and appreciation, &lt;br /&gt;Carina&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;If other questions arise from this writing, please email&lt;br /&gt;carina@nowstayopen.com                  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4794678494470201922-6861957711938271847?l=nowstayopen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nowstayopen.blogspot.com/feeds/6861957711938271847/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nowstayopen.blogspot.com/2010/09/im-curious-to-see-what-happens-next.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4794678494470201922/posts/default/6861957711938271847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4794678494470201922/posts/default/6861957711938271847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nowstayopen.blogspot.com/2010/09/im-curious-to-see-what-happens-next.html' title='I&apos;m Curious to See What Happens Next'/><author><name>Carina ShantiOm</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wHVanQoeq5c/TFTm9Q6qLeI/AAAAAAAAADY/LjZFRYeWxwc/S220/Carin+Channing.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4794678494470201922.post-6345918162582464890</id><published>2010-08-28T15:35:00.022-05:00</published><updated>2010-11-19T09:57:33.992-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Not in Action, But in Observation</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,51,51);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;?xml:namespace prefix = o /&gt;&lt;o:smarttagtype name="country-region" namespaceuri="urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:smarttags"&gt;&lt;/o:smarttagtype&gt;&lt;o:smarttagtype name="State" namespaceuri="urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:smarttags"&gt;&lt;/o:smarttagtype&gt;&lt;o:smarttagtype name="City" namespaceuri="urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:smarttags"&gt;&lt;/o:smarttagtype&gt;&lt;o:smarttagtype name="place" namespaceuri="urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:smarttags"&gt;&lt;/o:smarttagtype&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;object id="ieooui" classid="clsid:38481807-CA0E-42D2-BF39-B33AF135CC4D"&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;style&gt; st1\:*{behavior:url(#ieooui) } &lt;/style&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;style&gt; &lt;!--  /* Font Definitions */  @font-face  {font-family:Georgia;  panose-1:2 4 5 2 5 4 5 2 3 3;  mso-font-charset:0;  mso-generic-font-family:roman;  mso-font-pitch:variable;  mso-font-signature:647 0 0 0 159 0;}  /* Style Definitions */  p.MsoNormal, li.MsoNormal, div.MsoNormal  {mso-style-parent:"";  margin:0in;  margin-bottom:.0001pt;  mso-pagination:widow-orphan;  font-size:12.0pt;  font-family:"Times New Roman";  mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";} a:link, span.MsoHyperlink  {color:blue;  text-decoration:underline;  text-underline:single;} a:visited, span.MsoHyperlinkFollowed  {color:purple;  text-decoration:underline;  text-underline:single;} @page Section1  {size:8.5in 11.0in;  margin:1.0in 1.25in 1.0in 1.25in;  mso-header-margin:.5in;  mso-footer-margin:.5in;  mso-paper-source:0;} div.Section1  {page:Section1;} --&gt; &lt;/style&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="COLOR: rgb(51,51,51)"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;Dear Carina,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="COLOR: rgb(51,51,51)"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="COLOR: rgb(51,51,51);font-family:georgia;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 12pt; COLOR: rgb(51,51,51)"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;I am 59 years of age, but I too am an angry little girl inside. My family was from &lt;?xml:namespace prefix = st1 /&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;Long Island&lt;/st1:city&gt;, &lt;st1:state st="on"&gt;New York&lt;/st1:state&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;; a wealthy community where we appeared to be “normal and happy”. But, my parents were dysfunctional people who desperately tried to form-fit me and my brother to their fucked up standards. Neither parent grew up with an important father or mother figure in their lives, and as a result didn’t know how to be parents to us. My father was a success-driven man who worked, ate and slept with little time for anything but discipline for his children. My mother didn’t have a role model of a mother and was totally unequipped to show love or affection to us. I rebelled as soon as I was able to think and speak, thus becoming the ‘difficult, uncooperative and argumentative’ daughter. I grew up feeling that I was never good enough, didn’t deserve love and affection, and very self-destructive.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 12pt; COLOR: rgb(51,51,51)"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;As an adult all of these inner feelings manifested into bad decisions with relationships and life in general. Now I realize that each and every thing that happened was meant to happen for my inner growth and evolution.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 12pt; COLOR: rgb(51,51,51)"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;There is one thing I am wrestling with, which I need help with. I was born with a scoliosis (spinal curvature) and have been in physical pain since I was 24, and it just got worse (it’s a degenerating condition) with age and time. I am dependent on pain medication, as there is no cure or relief for my condition.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 12pt; COLOR: rgb(51,51,51)"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;I find myself living in the ‘pain body’ literally and figuratively. I am always in pain, and it’s very easy to be in the present and watch the pain body, acknowledge that it’s there, but never can get past it. I am a survivor. I had to become that to get through life. There is always anger right below the surface. Most of the time I keep it in check, but when I have to interact with my mother the anger seeps out and I can get very ugly with my words. I know now that she did everything she could to be a “good mother,” yet she was a failure and I cannot seem to let it go.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 12pt; COLOR: rgb(51,51,51)"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;I want to get rid of the anger I have inside, but everything I have ever tried never works for very long. I read &lt;i&gt;Be Here Now&lt;/i&gt; when it first came out, and every book &lt;a href="http://www.ramdassnow.com/"&gt;Ram Dass&lt;/a&gt; wrote in addition to many other teachers. Mr. Tolle’s works are very important, yet extremely heavy reading for me.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="COLOR: rgb(51,51,51)"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;Do you have any thoughts you could share with me?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 12pt; COLOR: rgb(51,51,51)"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Debby&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***** &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 12pt; COLOR: rgb(51,51,51)"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 12pt; COLOR: rgb(51,51,51)"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 12pt; COLOR: rgb(51,51,51)"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 12pt; COLOR: rgb(51,51,51)"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;Dear Debby,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;Thank you so much for sharing your story and your question with us.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="COLOR: rgb(51,51,51)"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;We all have some part that we manage to keep beneath the surface that sometimes just comes out, like it or not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are few situations that bring it out of me like hanging out with my family. It's such a trip to see. And that's what we're going to talk about here: seeing. That is, watching without judgment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The way you describe your parents is familiar. So few parents were given workable road maps for parenting. Our parents surely stumbled - and continue to stumble - through the process and the role playing as most of us stumble through most of our intimate relationships: driven by righteousness, thoughts, emotions, and social constructs; unconscious, and with a weight from our minds telling us that either &lt;i&gt;they&lt;/i&gt; or &lt;i&gt;we&lt;/i&gt; should be somehow other than how we are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My family scares me; they are such mirrors for me. When I'm with them my general &lt;i&gt;laissez-faire&lt;/i&gt; attitude goes right out the window, and I just become one big ball of resistance. I wouldn't even know I was resisting if I couldn't feel it in my body. And Debby, I know you are acutely aware of your body, so you can notice the tensing of resistance right away. I tighten up because there's some other way that I want my people to be (even if I have no conscious vision of what any other way &lt;i&gt;would &lt;/i&gt;be). Then there's the way I think &lt;i&gt;I&lt;/i&gt; should be being, too. Then I need a chair massage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We can't control our family members, nor can we rationalize our way out of feeling discomfort, resentment, sadness, fear or anger. And I'm quite certain that our parents had their version of this with their parents - not to mention with &lt;i&gt;us&lt;/i&gt;, too&lt;i&gt; &lt;/i&gt;- and that they feel badly - combined with justified - about their feelings. We all have this in common.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The good news is, nobody's doing anything wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, in fact, nothing needs to change. &lt;b&gt;There is one small shift that we can make, not in action, but in observation, that can make a huge difference and can breathe space, freedom and movement into these situations that just seem like failures&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I watched myself go through it with my mom the other day. We were driving in the car, and she asked me a question that just flipped my automatic switch. Rather than being that comforting space of presence my boyfriend encouraged me to be (easy for him to say, he's in &lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;New Zealand&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;, not in &lt;st1:state st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:state st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Ohio&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:state&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:state&gt;), I was just my mom's kid, offensive and offending as ever. Even as I write this, I smile. It's been such a mirror and such a lesson in just watching the waves of humanness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We watch, as if from up in a giant oak tree, with solid branches to hold us and roots that won't budge no matter how we behave. We see the whole scene play out and have compassion and empathy for ourselves and each other. We have compassion because from that vantage point we see and know that these emotional moments, however minute or grand they seem at the time, are part of the natural arising and passing away of everything in this life. We can watch, without being lost inside of them. We can allow them to play out. What use is it to try to resist a wave?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And we have empathy because from up in the observation oak, we can see that we're all in the same boat. Unconsciously acting out our robotic roles and wishing that we behaved and reacted differently. Most of us think on some level that there's something really wrong with us. We have this in common with everyone: our parents, our siblings, everyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We can be grateful that we have any moments of consciousness at all!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know in your heart that you want to forgive your mother and allow her to be. But it's tricky when your head is trying to do the forgiving. You write, "I know now that she did everything she could to be a 'good mother,' . . . " and you probably make yourself wrong for not being able to internalize that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="COLOR: rgb(51,51,51)"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="COLOR: rgb(51,51,51);font-family:georgia;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="COLOR: rgb(51,51,51)"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;Remember, there's no &lt;i&gt;should &lt;/i&gt;in spiritual growth.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What we are here to experience in every moment is what we are here to experience. That's just how it is and it couldn't be any other way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what you get to do is just &lt;i&gt;feel &lt;/i&gt;that anger, notice your resistance, watch it all play out, and allow the moment to be. You’ll notice that the allowing and observation lets the air out of the tires of the situation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We would do well to remember that we are spirit born into form to experience life &lt;i&gt;through these specific forms&lt;/i&gt;. And along with these forms come emotions and weirdness and words that we wish we could take back. And if we can, however momentarily, get ourselves to the place where we can watch it all go by with a smile and a pat on the head, we are bringing the source of all life and unchanging peace into that moment, and the moment has infinite value.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="COLOR: rgb(51,51,51)"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 12pt; COLOR: rgb(51,51,51)"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;I'm grateful that you wrote and that we're contemplating these experiences together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Carina&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. You mention that Eckhart Tolle's works are heavy reading for you, and I want to recommend his amazing and almost unbearably simple new book, &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Guardians-Being-Eckhart-Tolle/dp/184850120X"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Guardians of Being&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/a&gt;. My attempts to describe the simple spaciousness do not do this book justice. My mom and I both relate to this sweet book, with drawings by cartoonist Patrick McDonnell. In fact the copy of the book I have now, my mom gave me. It is instant slicing through the noise of the mind, and is an usher into the present. I highly recommend it.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="COLOR: rgb(51,51,51); TEXT-ALIGN: center" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;If other questions arise from this writing, please email&lt;br /&gt;carina@nowstayopen.com&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="COLOR: rgb(51,51,51)"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4794678494470201922-6345918162582464890?l=nowstayopen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nowstayopen.blogspot.com/feeds/6345918162582464890/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nowstayopen.blogspot.com/2010/08/moment-has-infinite-value.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4794678494470201922/posts/default/6345918162582464890'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4794678494470201922/posts/default/6345918162582464890'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nowstayopen.blogspot.com/2010/08/moment-has-infinite-value.html' title='Not in Action, But in Observation'/><author><name>Carina ShantiOm</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wHVanQoeq5c/TFTm9Q6qLeI/AAAAAAAAADY/LjZFRYeWxwc/S220/Carin+Channing.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4794678494470201922.post-1420393030090938759</id><published>2010-08-11T16:49:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-08-11T18:23:34.886-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Birth of True Compassion</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Dear Carina,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How do I get rid/tame the angry little girl who lives inside me?  She sabotages almost everything I do, holds my tongue to keep me from  speaking up for myself which compounds the self-hate that I am trying to  heal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;(Inner child, emotional and sexually abusive childhood)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;Yes, I have "&lt;span style="border-bottom: 2px dotted rgb(54, 99, 136); cursor: pointer; background: none repeat scroll 0% 0% transparent;" class="yshortcuts" id="lw_1281563407_3"&gt;The Courage to Heal&lt;/span&gt;" and yes, I am in counseling, and yes, I am taking anti-depressants.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; Ideas?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~ Annie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*****&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Annie,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for writing. A lot of times when I get letters from readers, I go through a time of feeling inept. I read about scenarios that I may or may not have experienced first hand and wonder what I can possibly contribute to the situation. I think this process actually helps because it gets me out of my mind and into a deeper inquiry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been chewing on your question for some time now, and I went through that inept phase. Next I  thought about automatic therapeutic answers: working with the little girl, nurturing her, asking her what she wants, working out a deal to give her loving attention as soon as possible. These can be useful practices, in part, because in order to practice them, we need to have a level of awareness that the little girl is activated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All humans have some form of this. Eckhart Tolle calls it the pain body. What's beautiful about his distinction is that it depersonalizes the experience. In fact, it universalizes it. The pain body could also be referred to as our unconscious or automatic states of being. These are ways of being that are programmed into us, coming from many different sources: genetics, our parents, our culture and its own collective suffering, the great suffering of our ancestors, or simply being human and forgetting that we are the Divine itself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These states are not personal, and they are not the depth of who we truly are. But, man, are they convincing, not only that they &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;are &lt;/span&gt;us, but also that who we are is awful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right? Did I hear you say something about self-hate? So painful. So terribly painful. And on some level, all humans have this experience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found this written on a notepad next to my bed last night: "When the pain body is activated and in charge, we cannot choose," and I thought of you. It's not your fault nor even the angry little girl's fault. We are not conscious when the pain body is active. It's like sleepwalking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what are we going to do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How about this, from Eckhart Tolle's &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Power of Now&lt;/span&gt;; when you are activated, especially if you can notice it coming on:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Focus attention on the negative feeling inside you. Know that it is the  pain body. Accept that it is there. Don't think about it—don't let the  feeling turn into thinking. Don't judge yourself out of it. Stay  present, and continue to be the observer of what is happening inside  you."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;When you move into the observer position, even for a fraction of a second, you break the resistance and struggle with the situation, and the seed of peace is planted. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is also where true compassion is born. As we stop associating who we are with what's happening in our mind and settle back into a neutral place of watching, our hearts soften at the poignancy of the human condition.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We see these tender hearts that long to be cared for, and in these moments when the upset part of us is driving the show and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;we fight against it&lt;/span&gt;, it can only turn and hit back. The paradox and relief comes through allowing it to be. So, we observe, as gently as we can. Oh there's that again. And here I go again. And [keep breathing] there it is again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In doing this practice, the mind stream is interrupted, and a sliver of presence is inserted. Oh, here I am walking through the grocery store parking lot and the sun feels hot and so does the blacktop. We do not &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;think &lt;/span&gt;these things, we simply experience this moment through our senses. It may be brief and fleeting, but these moments have cumulative benefits.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just remember, you may not get relief in the very moment that you're practicing. Or you may. But even if you don't, trust me that any practice that brings us into the present over and over again - that is, interrupts the judging, judging mind - is ultimately beneficial and could very well begin to soothe that sad (and so acting angry) little girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know that your question will be helpful to lots of people and I thank you again for writing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Carina&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;If other  questions arise from this  writing, please email&lt;br /&gt;carina@nowstayopen.com&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4794678494470201922-1420393030090938759?l=nowstayopen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nowstayopen.blogspot.com/feeds/1420393030090938759/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nowstayopen.blogspot.com/2010/08/birth-of-true-compassion.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4794678494470201922/posts/default/1420393030090938759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4794678494470201922/posts/default/1420393030090938759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nowstayopen.blogspot.com/2010/08/birth-of-true-compassion.html' title='The Birth of True Compassion'/><author><name>Carina ShantiOm</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wHVanQoeq5c/TFTm9Q6qLeI/AAAAAAAAADY/LjZFRYeWxwc/S220/Carin+Channing.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4794678494470201922.post-7447610865280545020</id><published>2010-07-31T17:27:00.010-05:00</published><updated>2010-08-03T00:57:30.636-05:00</updated><title type='text'>One of the Great Miracles Made Possible through Intimate Relationships</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wHVanQoeq5c/TFTo6NBYWrI/AAAAAAAAAD4/vQxvjAVlqbo/s1600/800px-Thin_Line_of_Earths_Atmosphere_and_the_Setting_Sun.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 133px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wHVanQoeq5c/TFTo6NBYWrI/AAAAAAAAAD4/vQxvjAVlqbo/s200/800px-Thin_Line_of_Earths_Atmosphere_and_the_Setting_Sun.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5500277131551726258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hi, Carina~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am wrestling with ambivalence about an intimate  relationship~ whether I should stay or leave. It's not easy because I  absolutely love this man, and he loves me, and we are faithful to one  another endlessly. But we have some issues in our relationship, mostly  what I think is built-up resentment. We argue often now, most of the  time over perceived needs that are not being met and little things that  trigger anger. There are insecurities on both sides, and we are both  flawed and human. Sometimes I feel so unhappy and have a lot of sorrow  and guilt because I don't want to make my beloved or myself unhappy. He  has issues with depression, and I feel like I might be enabling him by  feeding his complacency with my own energy because I feel like I've  fallen into a rut. Sometimes my gut tells me to run and sometimes it  tells me to hold fast. Anyway, it's very complicated and I am aware that  I am whipping myself into a frenzy as my monkey-mind pathologically  chatters on... I'm just so confused and weary to the point of feeling  profound failure at times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to start counseling for myself,  and I'm hoping that if we go as a couple that it might help.  I just  want to do the right thing for both of us, but I'm not sure what that  is. Any advice on how to proceed?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In Loving Gratitude,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*****&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Friend,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so glad you wrote. What you're asking about here is indeed a universal scenario; that is, ambivalence in relationships. Kudos right away for the level of awareness that you're bringing. This is the key.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You write that you know that your monkey-mind's chattering is perpetuating your spinning, questioning mind. That's brilliant. All you have to do is notice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can always tell the difference between when the thoughts and ideas  are coming from the mind (sometimes called the ego or unconsciousness) and when they're coming from stillness and  intuition within.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's as if the noticing, the observation, creates a ribbon of space, like the thin line of the Earth's atmosphere. In this sliver of silence, wisdom can arise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;am &lt;/span&gt;always saying the same thing, aren't I?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're not always going to be able to quiet down the churning in the moment. And so your job is to observe it -- without judgment -- as best as you can, being a human being who's pretty much always judging and assessing, like the rest of us. Observe all of it, as gently as you can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another thing to watch for with our intimate partners is the inevitable arising of old habit patterns. I mean, we're talking ancient habit patterns, that are surely and perfectly instigated by our partners' own brand of the same.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have experienced in my relationship moments when mine and my partner's stuff are activated and no one can tell who's went off first (chicken? egg?) but there we are, reacting. And so, if I'm really paying attention, I have the opportunity to recognize my own old habits (I get pompous!) without having to get on board with whatever story they're telling me about why there's a problem with [any] relationship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or if I think I'm seeing some unconscious behavior in my partner, if I'm conscious enough not to get swept up in my own old reactions and posturing, I can notice it happening and hang out in a neutral position that is ultimately one of tender compassion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this seems to be one of the great miracles made possible through intimate relationships: the ability to be still or have someone be still enough for you that the unconscious patterns that we developed eons ago are not taken for who we really are. So much healing to be found, universally, every time we rest in that compassionate knowing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And we &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;have &lt;/span&gt;to have that compassion for ourselves. It's the only way this works.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, should you leave your partner? I don't know, and I don't know that it matters. You don't need to know either. Opening up space -- and using the difficult times as catalysts for creating those slivers of space -- will allow life to flow naturally and for each moment's actions to become obvious to you as they arise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is no right or wrong scenario. There is only the opportunity to shift from the sleepy game of the mind, to the peaceful space of stillness that is who we really are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Carina&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;If other  questions arise from this  writing, please email&lt;br /&gt;carina@nowstayopen.com&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4794678494470201922-7447610865280545020?l=nowstayopen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nowstayopen.blogspot.com/feeds/7447610865280545020/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nowstayopen.blogspot.com/2010/07/hi-carina-i-am-wrestling-with.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4794678494470201922/posts/default/7447610865280545020'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4794678494470201922/posts/default/7447610865280545020'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nowstayopen.blogspot.com/2010/07/hi-carina-i-am-wrestling-with.html' title='One of the Great Miracles Made Possible through Intimate Relationships'/><author><name>Carina ShantiOm</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wHVanQoeq5c/TFTm9Q6qLeI/AAAAAAAAADY/LjZFRYeWxwc/S220/Carin+Channing.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wHVanQoeq5c/TFTo6NBYWrI/AAAAAAAAAD4/vQxvjAVlqbo/s72-c/800px-Thin_Line_of_Earths_Atmosphere_and_the_Setting_Sun.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4794678494470201922.post-8767719386929145492</id><published>2010-07-11T15:08:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2010-07-11T16:58:54.786-05:00</updated><title type='text'>You Have to Experience Your Own Connection</title><content type='html'>Hi Carina,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How do you deal with daily  life coping with chronic pain, injuries, and trauma? Without  self-medicating, getting lost in seemingly endless talk therapy, or  shutting down emotionally? Since a car accident in March, I've exhibited  signs of an adjustment disorder, and continued pain from the trauma to  my head and neck. My prognosis for the head trauma is good, although it  could take up to 1.5 years to recover symptom-free, if at all. The  prognosis for my neck is uncertain, and I am currently undergoing  physical therapy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've had many physical and mental setbacks on  this road. There's not a period of time that rolls by without crying  bouts, mood swings, and anger. I've had  great support from family and friends, but I fear the challenges too  great for any one person (or many) to withstand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought I'd  learned major lessons from this accident months ago: I had an unusual  sense of inner peace, and perspective previously not experienced in my  lifetime. I employed mediation, breathing exercises, therapy, self-help  books, and mild physical exercise to assist me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But now, it  seems all is lost. My life as I knew it is still very limited, and I'm  having trouble finding new, but healthy ways to cope. With the  resurgence of pain, difficulty concentrating, and continued PTSD-like  symptoms, everything has lost its former meaning, and I'm having trouble  sustaining enthusiasm, hope, and energy for future endeavors,  relationships, and happiness. This is particularly disheartening because  my side job (as you well know) does, at its core, require me to provide  inspiration and drive to others. But mainly, I feel cheated,  scared, and embittered by this turn of events -- and I keep wanting to  wish it all away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How can I deal better?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I appreciate  anything you have to say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*****&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Reader,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm grateful for your letter and rather than pretend I know what it is you're experiencing, I'm going to defer to one of my teachers, who has time and again forged the path for the rest of us bumbling, stumbling, clinging and scraping along through this ever-changing life. As I write this, I'm reminded of this teacher saying that each person's path is unique and each person is here to play that unique path out. He says you can't go along with someone else's trip. You have to experience your own connection.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It seems as if this experience you are having - unacceptable as any of us would have it be - is now your specific path. I hesitate to say this out of not wanting to sound like I'm handing you a cliche. But there it is. Sure as I'm sitting on my couch, leaning forward and slightly straining my left shoulder as I type. Ah, see? Thank you for bringing my awareness to this moment. Now I'm sitting back. Less strain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What we are experiencing right now is IT. There is no other way this moment could be.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Our job is to find it in ourselves to open to that, again and again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the movie that I'm going to suggest for you, you will see stories of people who have been asked to accept the unacceptable and who have experienced major changes in their lives that didn't go along with the plans they'd created for themselves. And yet, there they are. How does one go on?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our suffering is our path to God. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And &lt;/span&gt;no one wants to suffer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The mind (or the ego, the unconscious part of us, call it what you like) has such solid ideas about who we are, who we're supposed to be, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;how &lt;/span&gt;we're supposed to be, etc. And yet, like everything else in this ever-changing universe of forms, we are as we are. Right now. And that's it. That's the doorway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This very moment is infinite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are likely going through a big challenge to the mind and the ego that knows you - or imagines you - in a certain way. Be very gentle to yourself during this breakdown, and do what you can to stay open. Feel the breaking down of the ego and, when you are able, observe it from the infinite space of knowing that rests behind everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It seems as if you have some strong tools already. And here is where I'll stop talking and give you a homework assignment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rent the movie &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ram Dass: Fierce Grace&lt;/span&gt;. You can even stream it on Netflix like I did this afternoon. A good part of the movie is Ram Dass, once a thriving Harvard psychology professor turned yogi loved the world over, as he recovers from a stroke he had in 1997.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I was wondering about what to write to you, I happened to revisit this documentary. And then I knew that was the offer I have for you today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is a gift from one of my greatest teachers. I bow to him and to all those who came before him. As Pema Chodron writes, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"I feel gratitude that someone saw the truth and pointed out that we  don’t suffer this kind of pain because of our personal inability to get  things right."&lt;/span&gt; (&lt;a href="http://www.shambhala.com/html/learn/features/pema/books/excerpts/places-excerpt.cfm"&gt;Click here&lt;/a&gt; to read the chapter from &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Places That Scare You - Fearlessness in Difficult Times&lt;/span&gt;.) And to the great teacher within, who leads the way if we are quiet enough to hear, my deepest gratitude.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You could very well be pioneering the way for the rest of us. For sure as night turns into day, we will all go through major changes and losses in our lives: physical, emotional, roles we play, relationships, etc. Our attachment to them is our suffering. Being with them is our gateway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you so much for writing. Stay in touch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Carina&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;If other  questions arise from this  writing, please email&lt;br /&gt;nowstayopen@gmail.com.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4794678494470201922-8767719386929145492?l=nowstayopen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nowstayopen.blogspot.com/feeds/8767719386929145492/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nowstayopen.blogspot.com/2010/07/you-have-to-experience-your-own.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4794678494470201922/posts/default/8767719386929145492'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4794678494470201922/posts/default/8767719386929145492'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nowstayopen.blogspot.com/2010/07/you-have-to-experience-your-own.html' title='You Have to Experience Your Own Connection'/><author><name>Carina ShantiOm</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wHVanQoeq5c/TFTm9Q6qLeI/AAAAAAAAADY/LjZFRYeWxwc/S220/Carin+Channing.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4794678494470201922.post-6783503016606335706</id><published>2010-07-10T13:06:00.008-05:00</published><updated>2010-07-11T16:23:30.390-05:00</updated><title type='text'>You're in the Perfect Place for Expansion</title><content type='html'>Dear Carina,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have recently had my heart broken.  The man I was with ended our  relationship because, "I was not a believer, and that his true path was  to seek God and I wouldn't help that."  Although I am not Christian, I  do believe in a spiritual being or higher power.  I am finding this  difficult to deal with given the personal nature of it.  I was truly in  love and experienced wonderful things with this man.  I am unsure of  where to begin to pick up the pieces.  Please help.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*****&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you so much for writing. I really feel for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It can all feel so personal, and our mental/emotional states - that we confuse with who we really are - have a field day churning over the stories and reasons and justifications and ow! and and and . . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One temptation is to analyze why he does what he does. This can seem helpful at first. In the past when I had relationship woes, I used to talk with a therapist friend of mine about what might have been going on with my men. Our analytic conversations soothed me. They helped me come up with a theory of why they acted like they did and it depersonalized my feelings of rejection. So this can be useful for one level of relief.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After some time, however, I would find that the mental indulgence took the focus away from the deeper opportunity I was being handed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Power of Now&lt;/span&gt;, Eckhart Tolle says that women tend to be closer to their spiritual essence, relating more to emotions and the body, while men tend to be further removed, being  more identified with the mind (though they may purport otherwise, sometimes even criticizing their women for being unenlightened). Of course there are exceptions to this rule, but &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;the good news here &lt;/span&gt;is that your heartache and willingness to stay open are access to your natural state:&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; living continuously in the arms of the beloved, infinite divine. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And if you can't feel that right now, don't worry. You are still there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;There is always an&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;other layer of acceptance we can offer ourselves.&lt;/span&gt; If you cannot except the details of the current situation because it's just too painful for your mind and heart, you can open your heart to yourself and to the pool of confusion and sorrow that you're in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seemingly unsolvable situations ask for only one thing: surrender.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wHVanQoeq5c/TDjJEbtZKFI/AAAAAAAAADM/YYeNxj8HybA/s1600/seemingly+unsolvable.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wHVanQoeq5c/TDjJEbtZKFI/AAAAAAAAADM/YYeNxj8HybA/s200/seemingly+unsolvable.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5492360823573129298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How in the world do you do that when your heart is broken and your mind is swirling with thoughts of defense and sadness and rejection?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You go inside. You get quiet. You see if you can sense, even if only for brief moments at a time,  the infinity of who you truly are. Maybe you aren't your partner's path to God, but he may be yours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take very good care of yourself, quiet down when you can, and know that within you in this very moment is the capacity for all healing, all connection with the divine, all grace. You are none other than that. You're in the perfect place for expansion. I can feel it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All love and spacious peace to you,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Carina&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. A longtime favorite book of mine during the hardest times is Pema Chodron's &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/When-Things-Fall-Apart-Difficult/dp/1570629692/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;s=books&amp;amp;qid=1278788907&amp;amp;sr=1-1"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;When Things Fall Apart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;. And one of my new favorites (especially if you're an animal lover) is the deeply simple and instant-space-connecting book by Eckhart Tolle and Patrick McDonnell, &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Guardians-Being-Eckhart-Tolle/dp/1577316711/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;s=books&amp;amp;qid=1278786537&amp;amp;sr=8-1"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Guardians of Being&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;. Takes a person right out of the stories and into the comfort of this infinite space we inhabit. It's absolutely beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;If other  questions arise from this  writing, please email&lt;br /&gt;nowstayopen@gmail.com.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4794678494470201922-6783503016606335706?l=nowstayopen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nowstayopen.blogspot.com/feeds/6783503016606335706/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nowstayopen.blogspot.com/2010/07/dear-carina-i-have-recently-had-my.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4794678494470201922/posts/default/6783503016606335706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4794678494470201922/posts/default/6783503016606335706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nowstayopen.blogspot.com/2010/07/dear-carina-i-have-recently-had-my.html' title='You&apos;re in the Perfect Place for Expansion'/><author><name>Carina ShantiOm</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wHVanQoeq5c/TFTm9Q6qLeI/AAAAAAAAADY/LjZFRYeWxwc/S220/Carin+Channing.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wHVanQoeq5c/TDjJEbtZKFI/AAAAAAAAADM/YYeNxj8HybA/s72-c/seemingly+unsolvable.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4794678494470201922.post-3478297986326657432</id><published>2010-06-28T14:11:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2010-06-30T00:04:57.030-05:00</updated><title type='text'>There is a Place to Rest Behind the Mental Drama</title><content type='html'>&lt;meta equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html; 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 &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Thank you so much for your letter. I’m certain that many readers relate right away to your questions. Anyone who’s willing to be in intimate relationships with others experiences, on some level, this disappointment and confusion. My friend, I can tell that this is weighing on your heart and your mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;When you’re broken-hearted, the only thing there is to do is be broken-hearted.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;That probably doesn’t seem like good news, but that’s the deal. There &lt;i style=""&gt;is&lt;/i&gt; good news too.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;The good news is that you can actually use this heartbreak to access deeper peace than you might have found had you not had this suffering.&lt;/b&gt; When life is going along swimmingly, we aren’t challenged to go deeper. But the desire not to suffer will have us knocking on doors that we wouldn’t have otherwise. And this can be a great blessing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Some questions are unanswerable. These can be the most useful kind. Use the thoughts and the questions to access peace.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;When you notice that you are on the painful thought train – which may be quite often these days – you can allow the noticing to be a bell of mindfulness.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Simply notice, “Oh, I’m doing that again.” &lt;b style=""&gt;No judgment, no assessment, no shame, no should. No trying to stop it. Simply notice, “Ah, there goes my mind again.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Regular use of this very simple tool has a cumulative effect of opening up the space of peace that exists right in this moment, and we can experience it when our minds are quiet enough for us to feel it.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;But don’t make yourself wrong if you’re not feeling it right away. You may not get instant relief. But you are training yourself to observe the mind rather than be completely consumed by it.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;The next step is to get into your body. There is immense wisdom contained here.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;So again, when you notice the churning mind, you can call your attention away from your mind and into your body. Then simply observe the sensations, and two things will happen.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;First, you will have disidentified from the mind, however briefly. Anything that stops the relentless thought cycle is beneficial. This creates the room for space and peace to enter. Second, you are now in a place to observe the true nature of all things in the world of form: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;constant change&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;In observing body sensations without labeling or judging or wishing they would go away (even though we do!), you can begin to train yourself, on the experiential level, in the wisdom of &lt;i style=""&gt;anicca&lt;/i&gt;, a Pali word meaning &lt;i style=""&gt;impermanence&lt;/i&gt;. As you notice, for example, that you feel a fluttering in your belly or a rushing sensation in your arms or a tightness in your shoulders, you can quietly observe, and you’ll notice that sensations that seem fixed are in fact constantly changing and shifting.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;This is true for thoughts and emotions too. This teaches you that you will not feel heart-broken forever. But this is what’s so right now. And it is your access to deeper peace and connectedness.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Storylines are not real, and thoughts and feelings are passing. Do what you can, one moment at a time, to be the observer, watching the experience unfold. There is a place to rest behind the mental drama.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Now, let’s have some fun! As I’ve been writing this, I’ve been sitting back every few moments and blowing bubbles with my Thomas the Tank Engine bubbles that I bought for $1 at HEB. The tip of the wand has a picture of Thomas on it and the words “REALLY USEFUL!” I recommend that you find something similar for yourself. Play with your toys. Get into things that you used to love as a child. Get into things you’ve always wanted to get into. Get messy and dirty and creative.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Do the dance between being still and being with your sensations and escaping into silly delights. Sometimes when the heartache is so raw, we really have to force ourselves to reach out and start creating. But some of the greatest paths set out from this point. I first joined a gym in the midst of a broken heart. I first started meditating during another one. Some fifteen years later both of these habits are still serving me.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;So take really good care and know that there is depth and beauty within this situation when you can give that mind a rest and allow the infinite calm and space within to soothe your gentle soul.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;If other  questions arise from this  writing, please email&lt;br /&gt;nowstayopen@gmail.com.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4794678494470201922-3478297986326657432?l=nowstayopen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nowstayopen.blogspot.com/feeds/3478297986326657432/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nowstayopen.blogspot.com/2010/06/there-is-place-to-rest-behind-mental.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4794678494470201922/posts/default/3478297986326657432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4794678494470201922/posts/default/3478297986326657432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nowstayopen.blogspot.com/2010/06/there-is-place-to-rest-behind-mental.html' title='There is a Place to Rest Behind the Mental Drama'/><author><name>Carina ShantiOm</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wHVanQoeq5c/TFTm9Q6qLeI/AAAAAAAAADY/LjZFRYeWxwc/S220/Carin+Channing.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4794678494470201922.post-469338012128383996</id><published>2010-06-20T20:07:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2011-01-08T14:10:35.136-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Willingness</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wHVanQoeq5c/TB665w8TOyI/AAAAAAAAADE/rJIEIlqQwoA/s1600/DSCF3101.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; 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&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt;  &lt;o:shapedefaults ext="edit" spidmax="1026"&gt; &lt;/xml&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt;  &lt;o:shapelayout ext="edit"&gt;   &lt;o:idmap ext="edit" data="1"&gt;  &lt;/o:shapelayout&gt;&lt;/xml&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;In peace I write to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Yesterday I took my love to the airport to send  him home to &lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;New Zealand&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;  after a long visit. When I got home from the airport, I sat on my bed  facing the warm sunflowers in the back yard, my system shocked with  withdrawal from the drug of love I’ve been mainlining for the last three  weeks. It was a sunny, bright Saturday afternoon and the room was light  and spacious and cool. Sobs soared through my mind and body.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;And I said, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I'm willing&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;This is it&lt;/i&gt;, I knew. This is the work.  Stay open.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I thought of  you, my readers, and knew &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I am living  this for all of us&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;My chest rippled with waves from my gut. I let just  enough thought come in to keep igniting the fire under the flame of  heart ache. It didn’t take much. Otherwise I dropped the story line and &lt;i style=""&gt;felt&lt;/i&gt;. I watched the ripples rise, let the waves move over  me, like lying in the surf on a beach in &lt;st1:state st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Maryland&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:state&gt; when I was ten-years-old.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I kept breathing. Sometimes I felt like I was losing  my mind. Have you ever been gripped with heart ache? Yes, and doesn’t it  overcome a body and mind? Everything seemed shocking and upside down.  And the sunflowers smiled and waved warmly and their green stalks  greatly matched the bright hot blue &lt;st1:state st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Texas&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:state&gt; summer sky. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;It was all happening  at once.  I craved my boyfriend terribly and at the same time I swam in  the unquestionable perfection of the moment.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;And I  continued to be willing. I took care of myself. When I felt like I  really needed it, I called up some trusted friends and went to see them.  Another house where I could cry my eyes out and keep my heart open but  not be lost to my mind in the solitude at home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;We ate good food, I cried some more, and we spoke of  truth and allowed presence in. Trust allows us to settle back in its  arms when we're willing.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Be willing. The  emotions are not there to take you out. They are there to tear open the  door, like Hanuman tearing open his chest: the Divine lives in there.  Right there. It's asking you to trust.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Do what you  need to do when it comes time to rest. And as long as you can, stay  willing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Be willing, in fact, also to rest.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I wrote the word &lt;i style=""&gt;willingness&lt;/i&gt; on my leg  today in my car with a marker to remind myself to write this. An hour later I  read an email about a conference call I’m on tomorrow. Each week  there’s a different topic and the email told me that this week’s topic  is &lt;i style=""&gt;willingness&lt;/i&gt;. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;This is what happens when we’re willing  to feel our feelings. Synchronicities flourish through the cracks in  “reality” that appear when we are willing to rest even in feelings of turmoil. Even  when it seems like we can’t stand it, we keep breathing, we stay open.&lt;/span&gt; And our trust in Source rewards us with the ultimate gift: presence, which = love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Are you willing to go in  so that you can come out the other side? The "other side" really is  within. Stay open.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4794678494470201922-469338012128383996?l=nowstayopen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nowstayopen.blogspot.com/feeds/469338012128383996/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nowstayopen.blogspot.com/2010/06/willingness.html#comment-form' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4794678494470201922/posts/default/469338012128383996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4794678494470201922/posts/default/469338012128383996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nowstayopen.blogspot.com/2010/06/willingness.html' title='Willingness'/><author><name>Carina ShantiOm</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wHVanQoeq5c/TFTm9Q6qLeI/AAAAAAAAADY/LjZFRYeWxwc/S220/Carin+Channing.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wHVanQoeq5c/TB665w8TOyI/AAAAAAAAADE/rJIEIlqQwoA/s72-c/DSCF3101.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4794678494470201922.post-4209031361023800358</id><published>2010-05-13T22:10:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-05-13T23:03:36.265-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Breathing consciousness into the unconscious</title><content type='html'>Dear Carina,&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;How does one keep the heart open  after a  man has been less than honest with her during a break-up, especially  after trust has been established?  My inclination is to close off to the  possibility of romantic relationships and distrust men, although that  is not what I want nor what I want to put out in the universe. If a man  says I'm fabulous, but he can't be with me because of issues he needs to  work through, and then it becomes clear that he just isn't interested  in me and it isn't about his "issues" at all, how do I make sense out of  all these mixed messages? How does one sift through the stories told to  discern what is true and what is being told to hurt someone less, in  order to make corrections during the next encounter? Put another way, if  I'm so fabulous, then how am I suppose to change what I'm doing wrong  in order to attract the right man? Am I attracting the wrong men? Maybe  I'm not fabulous? Or am I doing what I'm supposed to be doing, and these   "not-quite-right" men are just part of the path to finding a long-term  soul mate/romantic life-partner? I'm sad, frustrated and confused and I  don't know how to move forward.&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;With gratitude and love,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Michelle&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* *  * * * * *&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Michelle,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you so much for writing. I love your letter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What you're experiencing is so human! I could &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;feel &lt;/span&gt;it! Let's go ahead and get some space in here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is clear to me upon reading it is the mental and emotional whirlpool you were sitting in in that moment. It's beautiful how clear that is. And all there is to do is to observe that, gently. We can use our churning mind like a bell of mindfulness. When you become alert to a familiar mental story line - freed momentarily from being identified with it - you come awake for a moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Any level of observation takes us out of the muck, even if we immediately slip back into it. The practice is in noticing again. And again. And okay, there it is again. And &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;ahhh&lt;/span&gt;. And okay. And oh man. Lovingly. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Breathingly&lt;/span&gt;. Gently noticing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is all there is to be done in these moments. The details can swallow us whole. I've been there. Every person has been there. And I'm pretty sure we all will again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we simply observe our mental/emotional trying-to-understand churning,&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; when we &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;notice&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;that we're trying to solve or blame or figure out, we are breathing consciousness into the unconscious&lt;/span&gt;. And &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;that &lt;/span&gt;is our true source.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could go further into the details of your questions, but for this discussion, let's keep it very simple.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This practice is&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;what will keep your heart open. It is what will allow you to know the perfection in each moment, in every relationship. It will allow &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;you &lt;/span&gt;to be in your own heart. Because there's no other way any moment could be. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;You're not doing anything wrong.&lt;/span&gt; There's nothing to do but come into this moment, again and again. All heart arises from here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you so much for writing. Your generosity in asking benefits all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Carina&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;If other  questions arise from this  writing, please email&lt;br /&gt;nowstayopen@gmail.com.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4794678494470201922-4209031361023800358?l=nowstayopen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nowstayopen.blogspot.com/feeds/4209031361023800358/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nowstayopen.blogspot.com/2010/05/breathing-consciousness-into.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4794678494470201922/posts/default/4209031361023800358'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4794678494470201922/posts/default/4209031361023800358'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nowstayopen.blogspot.com/2010/05/breathing-consciousness-into.html' title='Breathing consciousness into the unconscious'/><author><name>Carina ShantiOm</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wHVanQoeq5c/TFTm9Q6qLeI/AAAAAAAAADY/LjZFRYeWxwc/S220/Carin+Channing.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4794678494470201922.post-7481013904267995167</id><published>2010-05-07T21:31:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2010-06-26T23:26:04.012-05:00</updated><title type='text'>This is a conversation with you and God.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Dear Carina,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;       I feel like I am  really going through a "Dark Night of the  Soul". It seems that I am  releasing so much stagnant energy, frustration  and rage - all of which  I've bottled up for years. Now it feels like  it's gushing out of me,  and I can no longer suppress it or control it.  It's a bit unsettling,  but liberating at the same time. Do you have any  advice on how to  navigate these choppy and unfamiliar waters?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;Warmly,  &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;MM &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* *  * * * * *&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear MM,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a beautiful letter. Thank you so much for writing and for your absolute courage and heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You ask this question from a place of knowing, or you would not have come to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What could be more painful than not being able to access the peace that you've come to know, to feel disconnected from source. Dark Nights of the Soul are experienced by those who know the light.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gosh, just a few weeks ago, I quoted &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Rumi&lt;/span&gt; on this very topic:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Listen to the story told by the reed,&lt;br /&gt;of being separated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Since  I was cut from the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;reedbed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;I have made this crying  sound.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyone apart from someone he loves&lt;br /&gt;understands what  I say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyone pulled from a source&lt;br /&gt;longs to go back."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I said then, and will repeat now: this is the most basic of human experience. I think it is uniquely troubling when it's experienced by someone who has known her true essence. Who &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;knows &lt;/span&gt;her true essence, I should say. Again, if you did not &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;know&lt;/span&gt;, you would not have written to me. You would not be seeking ways to breathe &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;through &lt;/span&gt;this experience, you courageous journeyer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friend, we are so trained to distinguish good and bad feelings. One being desirable, the other most certainly not. This is a mistake of human thinking. But the fact is, most of us have our reactions, thoughts, body sensations and emotions so tightly tangled up, we cannot notice the separate parts, and we cannot sit in neutrality as the experiences arise and pass away. Mostly we just resist the "bad" feelings (and cling onto those good times, a folly in and of itself), and that just plain hurts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what can we do to soothe, then, in this universal predicament?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Bump up your self care.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like to think of going through a depression as sort of like having the flu. You need to rest, listen to your body, eat nurturing foods, perhaps tune inward. In fact, this tuning in is what's demanded in this heavy emotional time. &lt;span&gt;This is a conversation with you and God.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prayer works. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Supplication &lt;/span&gt;works. When I can't feel the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Beloved's&lt;/span&gt; loving arms, especially when I most need them, I lay a blanket down on the floor or the grass outside and I surrender my body to the earth and ask for help. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Entreat &lt;/span&gt;the good Lord to help me. Because I &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;know &lt;/span&gt;that this is really the only place to go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Love is in the arms of the Divine, not in our thinking, judging, resisting mind. Still, we can turn our love toward that part of the self, too.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;It can't help it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Drink lots of water. Get some exercise. See health care practitioners you trust to care for you. Let the Universe care for you. It is not separate from the hard times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other side of this is peace, and, in fact, it is there now. It does not matter that you cannot feel it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are not separate from the One, and you are supported from the inside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please take good care and thank you so much for writing. We are experiencing all of this together now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Carina&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. One of the greatest books you can read when going through such hard emotional times is Pema Chodron's masterpiece, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;When Things Fall Apart&lt;/span&gt;. She radically and compassionately guides us first into and then out the other side of our suffering by teaching us what we fear most: to sit with it. Paradoxically it is all love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;If other  questions arise from this  writing, please email&lt;br /&gt;nowstayopen@gmail.com.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4794678494470201922-7481013904267995167?l=nowstayopen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nowstayopen.blogspot.com/feeds/7481013904267995167/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nowstayopen.blogspot.com/2010/05/dear-mm-what-beautiful-letter.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4794678494470201922/posts/default/7481013904267995167'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4794678494470201922/posts/default/7481013904267995167'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nowstayopen.blogspot.com/2010/05/dear-mm-what-beautiful-letter.html' title='This is a conversation with you and God.'/><author><name>Carina ShantiOm</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wHVanQoeq5c/TFTm9Q6qLeI/AAAAAAAAADY/LjZFRYeWxwc/S220/Carin+Channing.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4794678494470201922.post-6378751256822178222</id><published>2010-04-27T18:53:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-04-27T19:22:58.135-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Noticing is All That's Necessary</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Dear &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;mk&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you so much for writing. I like your language: "feeling a bit under the weather today.. kind of sad too.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's something so sweet and humanly poignant about those words.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought about you today and about your letter when I found myself ruminating on what seemed to be a problem in my world. I was into the details of it and into why I was justified in feeling stressed. And when I thought about your letter and thought about what I wanted to say to you, I got space in my own world. So I thank you for that. We are in this together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I want to share with you is simple: if you are able to notice when you are spinning your mental and emotional wheels in attempt to solve a situation, it's likely that you are simply caught up in the details of the situation. And noticing is all that's necessary. All enlightenment is right there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These tiny moments that shift our perspective from the level of words, thoughts, stories, complaints, judgments, offense, defense, justification, . . . give our consciousness a chance to breathe, to come out and stretch. Just a momentary breath is access to infinity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This noticing includes noticing when you're making yourself wrong for how you're feeling. This self-judgment is often such a natural place to go, we seldom notice it's happening, but it will take a person out like nothing else can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A bit of faith and trust is useful here. And you can take my word for it. There seems to be a cumulative effect of moment upon moment of noticing, of coming back to quiet -- even just for a second -- out of the noisy conversation of the mind and emotional reaction, no matter what the topic. That cumulative effect is peace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The trust comes into play because you might not seem to get relief immediately in the moment, but any moment that you are able to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;disidentify&lt;/span&gt; with the mind, you are giving yourself the ultimate gift possible in the human experience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, regarding the relationships, I wonder if you are "trying to understand others' positions and allow him  respect, space, etc.. " out of an underlying &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;should&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I see here is an opportunity to allow what &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;you're&lt;/span&gt; feeling. Here's the trick, though: allow your feelings while still observing them. That is, when you are able, simply notice. Notice the feelings and the thoughts that are going along with them. Allow them, feel them, experience them, quiet down the mind for a moment so you can &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;really feel&lt;/span&gt; what your system is experiencing, keep breathing, and allow it to pass through you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And when it comes back, keep breathing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the paradox and miracle of the painful experiences in life: heartbreak leads to divine love, if we're willing to bathe in those warm waters rather than fight them. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This all ties to your question about tucking into your shell and re-grouping. It's my experience that the quieter the mind and the more room we create for our deepest nature to arise and guide us, the more valuable that quiet time is. Or it may be that as we quiet down and let our deepest nature guide us, we no longer have the need or desire to reach outside of ourselves as much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This does not make it so we no longer connect. In fact, we are able to connect most deeply when we are being truest to ourselves. You may find in doing so that those relationships that feel draining or feel like failures either transform with your own opening heart or they naturally fall away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like to think of people as 6.7 billion fingers on the hand of God, each one a unique and detailed creation. There is no set program by which any individual &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;should &lt;/span&gt;live. In other words, my dear &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;mk&lt;/span&gt;, your intuition and instinct know exactly how to live in the best way for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So if your shell is calling you, I say, grab some comfy blankets and a couple seasons of "The Office" on DVD, and get on in there. Your self-care benefits all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you so much. I'm grateful for your message.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;Carina&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;If other  questions arise from this writing, please email&lt;br /&gt;nowstayopen@gmail.com.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* * * * * * *&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hi Carina,&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;feeling a bit under the weather today.. kind of sad too.. I try so  hard.. my boyfriend from the middle east (on work assignment from  Illinois) .....hasn't written for weeks.. he's busy and doesn't have  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;inet&lt;/span&gt; at home..............but gosh, i want to be mad and delete the  emails from the last year, .........but i can't nor do I really want  to .......... trying to understand others' positions and allow him  respect, space, etc.. &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;For me, i am the kind of person who has a &lt;strong&gt;few&lt;/strong&gt;  really, really good friends and sometimes i try so hard to build that  friendship when others just seem to have acquaintance friends (I  guess)......I am frustrated that i try so hard actually, have tried  everything... and now i just have to let go ... fine.. why do i spend so  much energy on people?.. I bend over backwards in accommodation and now  just feel like i put myself in jeopardy and am a bit exhausted and  sad ....and somewhat pissed... (i can't expect anything).... just want  to get into my own shell and re-group.....what do you think?..  monks-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;kolson&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4794678494470201922-6378751256822178222?l=nowstayopen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nowstayopen.blogspot.com/feeds/6378751256822178222/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nowstayopen.blogspot.com/2010/04/noticing-is-all-thats-necessary.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4794678494470201922/posts/default/6378751256822178222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4794678494470201922/posts/default/6378751256822178222'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nowstayopen.blogspot.com/2010/04/noticing-is-all-thats-necessary.html' title='Noticing is All That&apos;s Necessary'/><author><name>Carina ShantiOm</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wHVanQoeq5c/TFTm9Q6qLeI/AAAAAAAAADY/LjZFRYeWxwc/S220/Carin+Channing.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4794678494470201922.post-7368990294464592826</id><published>2010-04-11T15:48:00.008-05:00</published><updated>2010-04-11T21:24:22.802-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Source has not left you. It is impossible.</title><content type='html'>Peace be with you and thank you for writing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's step out of the details of the situation and look to see where some space might be opened for [your own] deepest wisdom and peace to enter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You write, "although I  try to stay connected to Source, I'm pretty &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;freakin&lt;/span&gt; scared of losing  everything." Of course one can understand this fear, and I empathize with you. It is persistent, at some level, with just about every person, whether the individual is attuned to it or not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want you to consider, if you can, that&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Source has not left you, &lt;/span&gt;even when you are wrapped in fear. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;It is impossible.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I don't want you to try to rationalize this statement and try to &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;believe &lt;/span&gt;it if you're not able to feel it. And please don't make yourself wrong for not being able to feel God's love and protection. This is the most basic human experience. The poet &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Rumi&lt;/span&gt; writes:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Listen to the story told by the reed,  &lt;br /&gt;of being separated.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Since I was cut from the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;reedbed&lt;/span&gt;,  &lt;br /&gt;I have made this crying sound.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyone apart from someone he loves  &lt;br /&gt;understands what I say.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyone pulled from a source  &lt;br /&gt;longs to go back."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;That you are asking this question shows me that you are in a deep inquiry about how to move in this situation, to honor your relationship and to honor yourself, and also to regain a sense of safety.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sure you know this and I am just here to remind you - as the writing  reminds me - that there is nothing better that you can do than to quiet  your mind down and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;disidentify&lt;/span&gt; from your thoughts and  emotions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This does not mean stop having thoughts (can't do it  anyway!) or feelings. Rather, it means that &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;when you notice&lt;/span&gt; that you're on the spinning wheel of  solution-seeking, the noticing can be a little bell of mindfulness. You  can use that noticing to bring you into the present, into your body,  into your feeling, into the feel of your feet on the floor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The cool thing is that you don't need to try to &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;hold &lt;/span&gt;that quiet space. Even seemingly minute slices of stillness - without thought, judgment or resistance - have a cumulative effect of opening up space and wisdom over time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your  deepest wisdom, your true nature, has all of the answers. Your mind  doesn't need to try to figure them out. It can't anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do we want from our relationships? What do we expect?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I learned something profound through a relationship not long ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was in a relationship that didn't look the way I thought it should look and didn't feel the way I thought it should feel. I came to a point where I felt that I *must* get out of the relationship because it was just too painful for me. I spent a few days crying, really grieving it, and then I went to church and asked for help.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wrote on an anonymous prayer request form, asking for help. I said I had a relationship that I thought I needed to end but that I was really sad and scared to do so (I was frightened of my own emotions). I asked the question with faith that prayer works.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later that day I came across an &lt;a href="http://www.thepresenceportal.com/Articles%205%20-%20No%20Archetypes%20For%20Intimate%20Relationships.htm"&gt;article&lt;/a&gt; about how we don't have any proper archetypes in our culture for intimate relationships. This article breathed so much space into my consciousness about my relationship, and the whole scenario was transformed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realized that all of the pain I felt came from my &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;rejection and resistance&lt;/span&gt; to what is (or was). I was reacting from a very specific picture of what I thought relationships &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;should &lt;/span&gt;look like. And if we look across our culture, we see a lot of people struggling to cram themselves &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;and their partners&lt;/span&gt; into these rigid pictures that just don't work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That relationship ended up being one of my greatest teachers and I'm really grateful I went through that process.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In &lt;a href="http://www.thepresenceportal.com/Articles%205%20-%20No%20Archetypes%20For%20Intimate%20Relationships.htm"&gt;Michael Brown's article&lt;/a&gt;, he writes, "The first step required to authentically enter an intimate relationship with another human being is to do so from the point of awareness that we have no idea how to accomplish this."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For what it's worth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, none of this is to tell you to stay - or to leave - your relationship. I don't know the answer to that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just invite you to notice when you're spinning your wheels and, even if just for an instant, take the observer stance and watch it all happening. From there, there's really no action that needs to be taken. All can unfold naturally. We ARE Source, kicking back and watching it all go down anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rumi's reed flute goes on to say,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"At any gathering I am there,    &lt;br /&gt;mingling in the laughing and grieving,    &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;a friend to each, but few    &lt;br /&gt;will hear the secrets hidden    &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;within the notes. No ears for that.    &lt;br /&gt;Body flowing out of spirit,    &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;spirit up from body: no concealing    &lt;br /&gt;that mixing. But it's not given us    &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;to see the soul. The reed flute    &lt;br /&gt;is fire, not wind. Be that empty."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;And Source says, "Pass the popcorn."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I humbly thank you for your message.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;Carina&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;If other questions arise from this writing, please email&lt;br /&gt;nowstayopen@gmail.com.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* * * * * * *&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Carina,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been with my boyfriend for 13 months.  Context: At the moment, I  have less money in the bank than I have ever experienced and although I  try to stay connected to Source, I'm pretty &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;freakin&lt;/span&gt; scared of losing  everything.  Crazy part of it is that the work I get to do is my  passion, it just isn't (yet!) meeting my income requirements I need to  cover my monthly expenses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This has been going on a year and up until a few months ago I had  big savings, but that is gone now.  He thinks I don't work hard enough, I  don't try hard enough and that I should just get a job-job because  well, obviously I'm not supporting myself (I've gotten little loans,  sold some stocks and am banking on a Tax Return that will pay next  month's rent.)  So he has loaned me more than some people and he  deserves to have a say in how I spend my time, I think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thing is that he says he's not sure he "believes in me" and that  breaks my heart.  I asked if I could move in until I'm "back to being  self sufficient" to not have to struggle with rent, but he said "not a  good idea." Is this grounds for letting the guy go or do I push through  his lack of confidence and "prove myself."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friends that are all about "you get what you put out" would say  I'm attracting him saying that to me.  Well, heck yea, I'm really  struggling to believe in myself - myself.  But, I'm doing lots of work  on clearing limiting beliefs like not worthy, deserving or being victim.  Unfortunately, in his mind that isn't helping me move fast enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can a person stay in relationship with a person who doesn't know if  he believes in them because he has to "see it to believe it?"  Mostly we  get along swimmingly.  But, it's been a year and he thinks I should  have had it all together by now or in his mind it's unlikely that I  will.  It makes me sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd like to know what information you get when you ask about this in  your stillness.  Thanks Carina!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4794678494470201922-7368990294464592826?l=nowstayopen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nowstayopen.blogspot.com/feeds/7368990294464592826/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nowstayopen.blogspot.com/2010/04/source-has-not-left-you-it-is.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4794678494470201922/posts/default/7368990294464592826'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4794678494470201922/posts/default/7368990294464592826'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nowstayopen.blogspot.com/2010/04/source-has-not-left-you-it-is.html' title='Source has not left you. It is impossible.'/><author><name>Carina ShantiOm</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wHVanQoeq5c/TFTm9Q6qLeI/AAAAAAAAADY/LjZFRYeWxwc/S220/Carin+Channing.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4794678494470201922.post-8256895982337224234</id><published>2010-03-15T18:37:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-15T22:56:49.981-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A Tiny Space Through Which Infinite Grace Can Be Known</title><content type='html'>Dear Sugar Magnolia,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you so much for writing. Just in your asking, I see your heart opening. When you ask for advice on &lt;span&gt;"how [you] could respond  (instead of react)&lt;/span&gt;," I see you caring for your husband and for yourself and for clarity in the relationship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In being willing to take ownership of your own reactions, and really just in noticing them, you are already bringing in some space.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And space is what we're going for here. When we are in situations that don't have obvious solutions, we need to get to a place where we are quiet enough and still enough so that the greater wisdom (that is our true nature) may arise. In that space, we know that there are no wrong choices or really any wrong moments or situations. It is simply our interpretation of things that has us judge what is ultimately neutral.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I spent some time contemplating your question and at times felt inept at answering because I got lost in the details (the words that are said, the reactions, the drinking, the cycles) and in seeking a solution on the level of details. I came to see, however, that bringing in space is the simplest and perhaps most profound contribution you can make.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One way you could describe our goal here is that we seek to quiet the thinking mind, even if just for a moment. I believe that the regular practice of quieting the mind and coming fully into the present moment with alert quietness has a cumulative effect on our general state of well-being, specifically on our experience of inner peace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are some very simple practices we may all use to awaken out of our automatic, reactionary states.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One way is simply to notice when we're being pulled into reaction. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The key here, however, is that you not make yourself wrong for your reaction. &lt;/span&gt;You simply want to notice, without judgment. In that moment of observation, you are not lost in the world of reaction (typically carried over from the past). And even though, right in that moment, you may not feel immediate relief, you will notice, with practice, a cumulative effect of more space, more freedom and more compassion both for yourself and others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another simple practice is to feel your body. I like to feel my feet in my shoes or on the floor (or at this moment propped on an ottoman and buzzing with aliveness). In those brief moments when we're feeling the aliveness of the body, we are tuned in with the enormity of life, beyond our mental comprehension, and the mind quiets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Similarly, when we notice ourselves going through a wave of emotion, we can do the same: we can breathe, relax our body, and feel the wave of reaction as it moves through us. Typically we want to ignore or push away feelings of discomfort. In the paradoxical exploration of the sensations, we come to find that we've created space.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can allow yourself to be exactly as you are in the moment. And with that comes openness and quiet, through which our deeper wisdom, beyond the churning of the rational/problem-solving/wrong-making/thinking mind, can arise and reveal itself to us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are in great shape, my dear, and I'm humbled by your question.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One final thought for this letter . . . I find instant relief when I recite the following loving-kindness meditation:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Just like me, this person wants to be happy and free of suffering.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Thank you for reminding us all that even - and especially - in difficult times, we can make just a tiny space through which infinite grace can be known. And THIS is our true nature.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Carina&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;If other questions arise from this writing, please email&lt;br /&gt;nowstayopen@gmail.com.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* * * * * * *&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hi Beautiful Sister Carina,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I would like some guidance regarding a  situation in my life with my beloved husband.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It has become a  recurrent reaction of his that whenever we have a disagreement or  frustration, he blows up and says either that he is so tired of this(  with exasperation and anger in his energy) or he threatens to leave.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;Usually this threat of leaving deflects my focus from what the  issue at hand is to that of "Oh my gosh, he's threatening to  leave" and I cow-tow to this threat by telling him that I believe in  him and our marriage and that I'm not ready to give it up and why is he  so easily defeated? Why does he always want to cut and run?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;Anyway, could you please offer some advice on how I could respond  (instead of react)?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Also, on a side note, he is inevitably  remorseful and sorry every  time after a blow up and says he will not play the "I'm leaving unless I  have my way" card again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Also, on another note, for the past  3 months alcohol was usually involved with these episodes. The recent  episode however did not involve alcohol has he has voluntarily decided  to "cleanse or detox" for a period of time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;Thank you with love,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sugar Magnolia&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4794678494470201922-8256895982337224234?l=nowstayopen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nowstayopen.blogspot.com/feeds/8256895982337224234/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nowstayopen.blogspot.com/2010/03/tiny-space-through-which-infinite-grace.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4794678494470201922/posts/default/8256895982337224234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4794678494470201922/posts/default/8256895982337224234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nowstayopen.blogspot.com/2010/03/tiny-space-through-which-infinite-grace.html' title='A Tiny Space Through Which Infinite Grace Can Be Known'/><author><name>Carina ShantiOm</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wHVanQoeq5c/TFTm9Q6qLeI/AAAAAAAAADY/LjZFRYeWxwc/S220/Carin+Channing.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4794678494470201922.post-7894670480027112850</id><published>2010-02-19T22:22:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2010-02-19T22:50:31.036-06:00</updated><title type='text'>. . . you are in the perfect place. Always.</title><content type='html'>Dear Carina,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you believe in fate?&lt;br /&gt;And can you say more about fate?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a belief that I will someday again marry, and my question is, do you believe things are predestined? Will it just happen that I meet him, or do I need to make it happen?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jourdan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* * * * * * *&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Jourdan,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thank you so much for your question. It is a beautiful thing to contemplate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe that everything&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; is as is&lt;/span&gt;, as I recently heard &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Deepak&lt;/span&gt; Chopra say. That &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;is&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;ness&lt;/span&gt; is infinite and now. Everything that has ever happened, everything that ever will happen, everything that's happening now: it's all this instant. I have a gesture I make when I'm describing this. My words seem lacking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I snap the fingers of my right hand, while moving my arm in a dropping motion, with the snap landing as the hand drops into &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;this moment&lt;/span&gt;. There is nothing else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And there is no other way this moment could be. Is that fate? I think it might be. Sometimes I call it karma. I may be contrasting other definitions of the word. I say it as in &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;meant to be&lt;/span&gt;. And tell me, how can anything not be?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is no other way this moment could be. And there's no other way any moment in the past could be other than what it was. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Everything is as is&lt;/span&gt;. Just listen to the messages around you. They are telling you this. The Universe speaks to us, every moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you need to &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;act &lt;/span&gt;in order to meet your husband? I don't know. But whatever is, is. Whatever is destined cannot help but to be, so you don't have to worry about it. The Universe has it orchestrated. You can relax.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe that we just look inside. We quiet down. We surrender our life to the Lord - get out of our thinking mind - and we live in peace. We can have it even better than we can imagine. And wonderfully and paradoxically, to get going on that river, we just have to take our hands off the wheel, or oars, as the case may be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deep clarity, presence, love of God, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;faith&lt;/span&gt;, . . . these seem to be very helpful in helping us navigate the waters of the flow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few of my favorite of multitudes of great resources are: &lt;a href="http://blackhawkpartners.com/images/The%20Science%20of%20Getting%20Rich.pdf"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Science of Getting Rich&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;, published in 1910 by an awake and wise soul, Wallace D. Wattles. A great foundation for creating out of the infinite, our true nature. And of course, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Power of Now&lt;/span&gt;. I have the audio recording of the book. Listening to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Eckhart&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Tolle&lt;/span&gt; speak is like listening to Jesus through my headphones. {That dropping snap} gesture says it again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What else is there?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jourdan, you are blessed. You are a beloved child of God, and you are in the perfect place. Always.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love to you all,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Carina&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;If other questions arise from this writing, please email&lt;br /&gt;nowstayopen@gmail.com.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4794678494470201922-7894670480027112850?l=nowstayopen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nowstayopen.blogspot.com/feeds/7894670480027112850/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nowstayopen.blogspot.com/2010/02/you-are-in-perfect-place-always.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4794678494470201922/posts/default/7894670480027112850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4794678494470201922/posts/default/7894670480027112850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nowstayopen.blogspot.com/2010/02/you-are-in-perfect-place-always.html' title='. . . you are in the perfect place. Always.'/><author><name>Carina ShantiOm</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wHVanQoeq5c/TFTm9Q6qLeI/AAAAAAAAADY/LjZFRYeWxwc/S220/Carin+Channing.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4794678494470201922.post-2018297953376470481</id><published>2010-02-09T22:48:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-02-19T22:47:54.074-06:00</updated><title type='text'>There is Space Behind it and Within You</title><content type='html'>Dear Carina,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel overwhelmed because I have too much on my plate. I'm basically a single parent dealing with the death of my parents and moving to a city where i don't have a support network. Moving back to Toronto is hard because I am struggling with everything from culture shock to relearning this city as a mother to dealing people who are trying to take advantage of me to just bad luck. Everything is a constant battle. Nothing just happens smoothly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For example. I ordered Canadian cheques and a Canadian credit card to pay for my rent to my new apt. The bank lost my cheques and credit card and I had to pay to stay in a hotel room while they sorted things out. I had to walk to the bank in the cold with my daughter everyday to see if they had the cheques. Finally when they got the cheques, I paid my landlord's sister. One day, I had a raving lunatic at my door demanding I go to the bank with him this instant because my account lacked funds and a bunch of other really ridiculous requests. Long story short. Small minor error in the writing of the cheque. All he had to do was ask me to rewrite the cheque without all the drama. Everyday is like this, drama, drama and more drama. Just a lot of bad luck and lots of drama with everything. I feel like I'm attracting this bad energy that is attracting bad people and bad luck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I need  some time to get used to a new life in a new city.  I just wish it wasn't so crazy. Is there a way to get rid of this bad luck?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*christina*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* * * * * * *&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Christina,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;In your asking you are opening space and welcoming support.&lt;/span&gt; It's beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Any slice of quiet mind that you can get lets in some space.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even if it doesn't seem relieving in the moment, anytime you can bring yourself right here: into your body, your bottom on the chair, your fingers on the keyboard or holding that sandwich, feeling one breath; you connect with the stillness that is our ultimate source of peace and comfort.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At times of my roughest suffering, when I can't seem to get out of an emotional state that's really working me over, I pray. Sometimes it takes me a while to get to that point. I'll tolerate the discomfort for a few days - sometimes longer, and then I remember. One day when I felt completely at a loss, I learned to lay myself out on the ground, asking for mercy and caring. Somewhere way inside, I knew there was protection in that supplication, infinite, and giant compared to the comforts of this world. It worked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We pray, and it works because we know it will.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During moments of seeing no relief, there is one source to ask.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;There is emptiness behind all life situations (and you know this). This emptiness is synonymous with the infinite love of our creator: that which always has you in her loving arms, into which you can relax. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christina, beautiful, perfect sister, here's a poem I read today and thought of you:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;In the world of Oneness, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;there is nothing but yourself,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;there is no room for counting. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;But in the world of things&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;there is so much counting.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You may count a thousand apples in your hand --&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;If you want them all to be one,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;make applesauce.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You may count a thousand grapes in your hand --&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;If you want the precious wine,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;crush them all together. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The message behind the words &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;is the voice of the heart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The source of all activity&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;is that utter stillness.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Now Shams-e Tabriz is in the royal seat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;and all my rhymes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;have lined up like willing slaves.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;~ Rumi (translated by Jonathan Star)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bump up that self care and take luxurious care of yourself. And PLEASE don't make yourself wrong for anything you're feeling. You are a perfect being of God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Carina&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. I highly recommend the chapter on the Pain Body in Eckhart Tolle's &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;A New Earth&lt;/span&gt;. Seems like you might recognize something here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;If other questions arise from this writing, please email&lt;br /&gt;nowstayopen@gmail.com.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4794678494470201922-2018297953376470481?l=nowstayopen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nowstayopen.blogspot.com/feeds/2018297953376470481/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nowstayopen.blogspot.com/2010/02/there-is-space-behind-it-and-within-you.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4794678494470201922/posts/default/2018297953376470481'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4794678494470201922/posts/default/2018297953376470481'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nowstayopen.blogspot.com/2010/02/there-is-space-behind-it-and-within-you.html' title='There is Space Behind it and Within You'/><author><name>Carina ShantiOm</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wHVanQoeq5c/TFTm9Q6qLeI/AAAAAAAAADY/LjZFRYeWxwc/S220/Carin+Channing.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4794678494470201922.post-1191213246174462709</id><published>2010-01-31T16:07:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2010-02-19T22:48:23.294-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Allow Your Mind to Rest and Allow the Universe to Let You Know</title><content type='html'>Dear Carina,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm in a job I don't enjoy, working for people whose "values" don't resonate with me, and work for/with micromanagers. The work environment is  stressful and the majority of the people are unhappy (employee morale is at an all-time low). How do I maintain my positive outlook  and release the stress in my body (I hurt all over, especially my jaw, and even as I write about&lt;br /&gt;this to you, my body tenses) until my work environment changes to something more suitable? I am trying to show little kindnesses to others at work (bringing in cookies, giving hugs and words of encouragement) to be of service and add a little light to everyone's experience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am grateful for any advice you have to offer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With love and gratitude,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(136, 136, 136);"&gt;Michelle&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;* * * * * * *&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Michelle,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank your for your thoughtful sharing. I can tell this is a situation that weighs heavily on you, and I feel for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I want to tell you right away is that years ago I found myself in a situation that I would describe as very similar to what you describe. I was miserable and felt totally stuck, not seeing what direction I should - or even &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;could &lt;/span&gt;- take.  I used to say, "I hate my job," all the time, and it was so painful to have the word "hate" coming out my mouth so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tell you this straight away because I want you to know that I am living proof that these things shift. So just know that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In asking the questions that you are asking, you are asking the Universe to shift. You are acknowledging that you - and your thinking mind - don't see the solution.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's key here. Solutions to these kinds of conundrums don't arise from the thinking mind, from strategic planning sessions, and definitely not from getting on board with the others in the work environment who are also feeling oppressed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Anything that you can do to shift yourself from your thinking, strategizing mind to your quiet, spacious, true self is a key turning the lock that you find yourself held by.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to recommend a couple of tools to you. These both made a big difference for me during those years back at my job where I was desperate for a shift.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Read Eckhart Tolle's &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;A New Earth, Awakening to Your Life's Purpose&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Then read it again. &lt;/span&gt;There is so much in here that will give you access to all sorts of freedom on multiple levels in your work situation and beyond. He is anchoring you in your true home and is showing you {what I discovered with great relief} the true purpose of all experience. It is profound, compassionate, and powerful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Consider taking a training and development course like the &lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/www.landmarkeducation.com"&gt;Landmark Forum&lt;/a&gt;. Landmark courses have invaluable training in high-level communication for which I'll always be pleased and grateful. Their intensive weekend was where I headed in my own work-life-desperation. I got so much more out of it than I'd expected, AND I was able to get a lot of relief in my experience in the workplace, and then  I could &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;truly &lt;/span&gt;bring that cheer that you are doing your best to bring now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the time I finally left that job, I was much more confident, clear and peaceful about my choices, rather than feeling like I was fleeing from an oppressor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Michelle, I have all faith in you and in your open-hearted path. You already know everything I'm saying here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take extra good care of yourself, treating yourself like the precious jewel that you are. Keep letting the Universe know that you surrender your questioning to Its perfect wisdom and allow yourself some quiet so that you can hear both the subtle and overt answers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All love,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Carina&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;If other questions arise from this writing, please email nowstayopen@gmail.com.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4794678494470201922-1191213246174462709?l=nowstayopen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nowstayopen.blogspot.com/feeds/1191213246174462709/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nowstayopen.blogspot.com/2010/01/allow-your-mind-to-rest-and-allow.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4794678494470201922/posts/default/1191213246174462709'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4794678494470201922/posts/default/1191213246174462709'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nowstayopen.blogspot.com/2010/01/allow-your-mind-to-rest-and-allow.html' title='Allow Your Mind to Rest and Allow the Universe to Let You Know'/><author><name>Carina ShantiOm</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wHVanQoeq5c/TFTm9Q6qLeI/AAAAAAAAADY/LjZFRYeWxwc/S220/Carin+Channing.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4794678494470201922.post-2758049993818264630</id><published>2010-01-30T16:04:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2010-02-19T22:48:40.989-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Send Your Organizing Mind on Vacation</title><content type='html'>Dear Carina,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How do I stay open, and in that creative space... when it really really really seems like I have "too much to do"... do I remove things from my schedule? Make the "doing" of life simpler?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* * * * * * *&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Friend,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you so much for your beautiful question, and for christening our new site! Blessings to you and to all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You naturally have that space of creativity within you. It is what created you and what continues to create. In asking to be receptive to it, you are making space for it in your life. Your intention is there and is welcomed by the Divine. It wants to awaken to what it's capable of doing, to the magic and joy that's available. It loves to delight in itself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is to say, J, that you ARE CREATIVE SPACE, no matter what else is happening. If your outside circumstances look very full, you can still maintain the easy buzz of relaxed and spacious life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The paradox is that the space may appear while maintaining a very full life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One way you can play with this is to feel your inner body periodically throughout your day. You can feel within your torso, the bottoms of your feet, your fingers (hands and feet are usually pretty easy places to feel life flow). You can do a gentle scan and feel sensations in different parts of the body. This brings you right here, into the openness of the moment, into alignment with creative source.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another thing you can do is shift your focus from objects around you to the space between the objects, and, at the same time, feel yourself within your body. Allow your body and being to recognize the space that it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You may find in time that the opening of space in this way naturally leads you to a schedule that feels less full. You may find that some activities you used to enjoy or feel obligated to do don't seem as important anymore. When spaciousness becomes a priority, space will open. Or you may find yourself balancing skillfully the world of inner stillness and outer production. Our friend Jeff Klein wrote an &lt;a href="http://www.workingforgood.com/blog/?p=369"&gt;article &lt;/a&gt;in his blog &lt;a href="http://www.workingforgood.com/blog/?p=369"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Working for Good - Making a Difference While Make a Living&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; about just this sort of thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And YES, you CAN take things off of your schedule! You can go inside and know how in alignment you really feel with activities and you can see where you might make some space available for yourself. If productivity is the goal, I personally feel much more productive when I listen to myself and rest and make space for rest when I need it. If I take a full day off, I'm &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ready &lt;/span&gt; the next day. Or, maybe I take off another day and rest some more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Turn your desire over to the Divine itself. You need not will yourself to do anything differently. You need not feel pressured, even to create what you want to create. You can ask in prayer for what you want and allow the Divine to move you. We don't have to be in charge. Surrender, my dear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If it's more space and creativity that we want, we can ask for it. We can send our organizing mind on vacation from having to figure anything out. Then our deepest wisdom has space to arise, speaking to us directly from that place of joyful creation, our true nature.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Much love and crayons,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Carina&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s.  At the risk of adding one more "should" to your world, may I recommend Julia Cameron's renowned course, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Artist's Way&lt;/span&gt;, for really digging into what &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;your &lt;/span&gt;deep desires are and for exfoliating imposed tasks. Even if you do nothing else from the course, the exercise of writing daily "&lt;a href="http://www.theartistsway.com/tools/the-basic-tools"&gt;Morning Pages&lt;/a&gt;" can have a space-making and creative effect in surprising ways. You may suddenly find yourself picking up that guitar. Consider yourself warned!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also recommend the 1910 masterpiece, &lt;a href="http://blackhawkpartners.com/images/The%20Science%20of%20Getting%20Rich.pdf"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Science of Getting Rich&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; by Wallace D. Wattles.  This tiny and truly rich book reminds us to work steadily but never hurriedly. The rushing, says Mr. Wattles, is born out of fear of lack. He also trains us in always working with the "Supreme Power" which is that same creative source and space that you ask about -- and which is in us at all times. Says Mr. Wattles, we cannot fail.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;If other questions arise from this writing, please email nowstayopen@gmail.com.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4794678494470201922-2758049993818264630?l=nowstayopen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nowstayopen.blogspot.com/feeds/2758049993818264630/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nowstayopen.blogspot.com/2010/01/send-your-organizing-mind-on-vacation.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4794678494470201922/posts/default/2758049993818264630'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4794678494470201922/posts/default/2758049993818264630'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nowstayopen.blogspot.com/2010/01/send-your-organizing-mind-on-vacation.html' title='Send Your Organizing Mind on Vacation'/><author><name>Carina ShantiOm</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wHVanQoeq5c/TFTm9Q6qLeI/AAAAAAAAADY/LjZFRYeWxwc/S220/Carin+Channing.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
