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<blockquote data-quote="Scent of Cedar *" data-source="post: 622632" data-attributes="member: 17461"><p>There is a wealth we never knew of, inside ourselves. It seems so strange, but we need a way to see all the beautiful things that we are, a way to become aware of all the plenitude of wonderful paths we might take. </p><p></p><p>It's like we are living with blinders on.</p><p></p><p>It seems to me that the parts of ourselves we are most familiar with are the parts which have been judged "okay" ~ whether because they have been pushed and punished into shape or because they have never been tested.</p><p></p><p>But there is so much more to us than those non-controversial "okay for public viewing" parts.</p><p></p><p>I think that as we survive the destruction of our "this is what a family is" that comes with loving a difficult child child, we begin to wonder what else wasn't true about what we always believed.</p><p></p><p>It gets to be a hunger, to see.</p><p></p><p>If you were to go back now and read something that held value for you before, you will realize that you see it in a whole, new way. It's an amazing thing, to note your own enlargement in that way.</p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p>I like that, Child. I think we are the ones who change. It is just as you said about the urge toward simplicity, about the urge toward letting go. It began as part of an unfocused vision that sort of landed in your closet. From that physical beginning, from that landing, the idea of simplicity and gratitude is taking over all aspects of your life.</p><p></p><p>That sort of thing happens to me, too.</p><p></p><p>It's the strangest thing.</p><p></p><p>Makes me want to believe in some multi-faceted purpose; makes me want to believe in God.</p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p>I am reading this one again, too. How is it possible that we can change everything about how we interpret ourselves from words on a page in an old book? Yet, we do. We continue to change, level through level, through level.</p><p></p><p>I wonder where the bottom is. I believe we may be bottomless, altogether.</p><p></p><p>Maybe this accounts for my recent fascination with underwater life, the deeper the better. With outer space, with the idea of limitless space, of tiny protons and neutrons and how everything holds together.</p><p></p><p>I know! What a weirdo! </p><p></p><p>:O)</p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p>I love that you posted this. My heart was caught by the phrase "define a life of my own". I think that is what this time feels like, for me. There are ten thousand directions to see in. I am aware there are possibilities, are aspects of self and other I don't even have an awareness of. If we turn toward them, though? We breathe life into that aspect of ourselves and it comes through, full blown.</p><p></p><p>That is why I began saying "yes". A few months back, I decided to say "yes". I decided to give what I was able to give. Not money, necessarily. Time, thought, effort, awareness. The most amazing things are happening, through that decision.</p><p></p><p>I am being presented now with generosity toward self. It is an interesting place to be. Some of the things I think I wanted, I don't want, once I have them. Other things, I am not getting and wishing I had. I find myself taking joy in things I got because I needed them on a practical level, and never really wanted them, at all.</p><p></p><p>I am learning how to accept ~ and even, maybe, to celebrate( ?) my frizzy, graying, waist length hair. the messiness of it, I mean.</p><p></p><p>I am like, going around messy, and being okay with that. I think I look good. This has never happened, before. I always thought I looked bad. I am seeing different things in myself, am seeing myself differently. I am seeing that same way when I see other people now, too.</p><p></p><p>I love it.</p><p></p><p>Everything sort of shines.</p><p></p><p>I do, too.</p><p></p><p>*************</p><p></p><p>Mostly my tools are quotes. I write them on index cards and have done that, for years. I love poetry when I stumble across it. Most lately, Rumi and Pema Chodron.</p><p></p><p>Joel Osteen has been of incredible influence, both for me personally, and for how I see my family, my children, my potential. I see differently through his eyes.</p><p></p><p>This site, of course. I never can figure out how we do what we do, here. Growth is a living, palpable thing in every one of us. </p><p></p><p>We are so fortunate.</p><p></p><p>Cedar</p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="Scent of Cedar *, post: 622632, member: 17461"] There is a wealth we never knew of, inside ourselves. It seems so strange, but we need a way to see all the beautiful things that we are, a way to become aware of all the plenitude of wonderful paths we might take. It's like we are living with blinders on. It seems to me that the parts of ourselves we are most familiar with are the parts which have been judged "okay" ~ whether because they have been pushed and punished into shape or because they have never been tested. But there is so much more to us than those non-controversial "okay for public viewing" parts. I think that as we survive the destruction of our "this is what a family is" that comes with loving a difficult child child, we begin to wonder what else wasn't true about what we always believed. It gets to be a hunger, to see. If you were to go back now and read something that held value for you before, you will realize that you see it in a whole, new way. It's an amazing thing, to note your own enlargement in that way. I like that, Child. I think we are the ones who change. It is just as you said about the urge toward simplicity, about the urge toward letting go. It began as part of an unfocused vision that sort of landed in your closet. From that physical beginning, from that landing, the idea of simplicity and gratitude is taking over all aspects of your life. That sort of thing happens to me, too. It's the strangest thing. Makes me want to believe in some multi-faceted purpose; makes me want to believe in God. I am reading this one again, too. How is it possible that we can change everything about how we interpret ourselves from words on a page in an old book? Yet, we do. We continue to change, level through level, through level. I wonder where the bottom is. I believe we may be bottomless, altogether. Maybe this accounts for my recent fascination with underwater life, the deeper the better. With outer space, with the idea of limitless space, of tiny protons and neutrons and how everything holds together. I know! What a weirdo! :O) I love that you posted this. My heart was caught by the phrase "define a life of my own". I think that is what this time feels like, for me. There are ten thousand directions to see in. I am aware there are possibilities, are aspects of self and other I don't even have an awareness of. If we turn toward them, though? We breathe life into that aspect of ourselves and it comes through, full blown. That is why I began saying "yes". A few months back, I decided to say "yes". I decided to give what I was able to give. Not money, necessarily. Time, thought, effort, awareness. The most amazing things are happening, through that decision. I am being presented now with generosity toward self. It is an interesting place to be. Some of the things I think I wanted, I don't want, once I have them. Other things, I am not getting and wishing I had. I find myself taking joy in things I got because I needed them on a practical level, and never really wanted them, at all. I am learning how to accept ~ and even, maybe, to celebrate( ?) my frizzy, graying, waist length hair. the messiness of it, I mean. I am like, going around messy, and being okay with that. I think I look good. This has never happened, before. I always thought I looked bad. I am seeing different things in myself, am seeing myself differently. I am seeing that same way when I see other people now, too. I love it. Everything sort of shines. I do, too. ************* Mostly my tools are quotes. I write them on index cards and have done that, for years. I love poetry when I stumble across it. Most lately, Rumi and Pema Chodron. Joel Osteen has been of incredible influence, both for me personally, and for how I see my family, my children, my potential. I see differently through his eyes. This site, of course. I never can figure out how we do what we do, here. Growth is a living, palpable thing in every one of us. We are so fortunate. Cedar [/QUOTE]
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