Wow. That is so powerful. So much to contemplate. It seems often we are accountable in all the wrong ways. Self-forgiveness is something I'm trying to practice. Owning my shit without all the guilt. I guess that would be a powerful way to be accountable.
Taking responsibility without the burden of blame is quite an achievement, and provides tremendous space for true compassion- we are all learning as we are going, but without doubt: patterns repeat if the design is not adjusted.
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What is shame but lacking insight of the present in some past moment? Those moments teach us these insights....
...but the true litmus test: how does this process feel? Does it feel like creation, as if jazz in some multidimensional way, or like work- a begrudging chore that we have to "clock in" for, to the seek some "clocking out" through numbing or distractions? I feel this type of contemplation demystifies the Timeless and Spaceless (Eternal Now) dimensional poles- otherwise reduced to "Heaven" or "Hell." etc!
I think it depends on what we're working to process. Grief feels hard, like pushing a boulder up hill. But prior to my world being turned upside down my outlook on the internal work was much softer, more inviting, easier.
Wow. That is so powerful. So much to contemplate. It seems often we are accountable in all the wrong ways. Self-forgiveness is something I'm trying to practice. Owning my shit without all the guilt. I guess that would be a powerful way to be accountable.
Taking responsibility without the burden of blame is quite an achievement, and provides tremendous space for true compassion- we are all learning as we are going, but without doubt: patterns repeat if the design is not adjusted.
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What is shame but lacking insight of the present in some past moment? Those moments teach us these insights....
Yes. Adjustments are never ending it seems. We are constantly bending and accommodating, adjusting, accepting, surrendering and so on. Such is life.
...but the true litmus test: how does this process feel? Does it feel like creation, as if jazz in some multidimensional way, or like work- a begrudging chore that we have to "clock in" for, to the seek some "clocking out" through numbing or distractions? I feel this type of contemplation demystifies the Timeless and Spaceless (Eternal Now) dimensional poles- otherwise reduced to "Heaven" or "Hell." etc!
I think it depends on what we're working to process. Grief feels hard, like pushing a boulder up hill. But prior to my world being turned upside down my outlook on the internal work was much softer, more inviting, easier.