We are told to travel and see the world. That is a good thing. It's educational. But for me it has been a dangerous thing.
What happens when you travel and see lots of places and decide that you would rather be there than here? It is kind of like an infection that doesn't go away. Even when you are able to move about the fever still burns underneath.
I love my home, my family, my friends. I love the city I live in, the company I own, the beach in the summer. But now, all the while I am home I wonder what is Hoa doing in Vietnam and Rocio in Ecuador, Maria Luz in Peru and Rosaria in Italy. Is Perry still drinking like crazy in Nicaragua? I miss them all and long to be somewhere else.
If only I could gather them all up and bring them home or take my family and friends to them. But I can't and that is the curse of travel. Be careful when you take off to see the world. You will lose parts of your heart. Fortunately, your heart will become much bigger and in the end, while feeling the pain of separation you will also feel the comfort of being loved.
Sunday, November 23, 2008
Friday, November 21, 2008
Responsiblity and Knowing What to Do
I did another impulsive thing yesterday. I bought an airline ticket to Nicaragua. I leave in a week and come home before Christmas. So what is the problem and why have second thoughts? My dad said that if he were young and could he would too.
In my head I have to answer questions like: what, you couldn't stay home for a while? Why did you need to take off again? Don't you have anything better to do? You should save your money and take it easy. Can't you take the cold? Am I being irresponsible by being away from home so much?
I will admit it, even I think I must have an issue here. My nephew Ralphie told me in Vietnam that he travels because he must. I feel that way. I feel compelled to get away from the routine and go on an adventure, even if that adventure most likely will often involve times when I will hate what I have gotten myself into.
I admit it, I get restless, but who wouldn't, not having a job to go to? I'm told there are things I could do, but they all require giving up a large portion of my freedom. I can't do that.
Ultimately it comes down to a question of responsibility. Do I have a responsibility to stay here and do something, anything, or can I go off on these "adventures" with a clear conscience? What is my duty here? I often ask God to tell me what to do. I get answers to other questions, but not this one. Never, never am I told what to do.
Part of a prayer in A Course In Miracles says: "I do not have to worry about what to say or do because he will direct me." Fine. Direct me. So how does that happen? I have no doubt that God does direct me onto my life path, but I haven't a clue as to how, other than what my nephew said about knowing that he "must" do what he does. We do what we must and hope that we are being directed. I believe I am and accept that sometimes it feels like it's all a big mistake. But that's just the feeling at the moment, looking back I usually see purpose and perfection. It's all perfect, even our impulsiveness, our restlessness, our issues.
We all do what we must. And it's perfect.
In my head I have to answer questions like: what, you couldn't stay home for a while? Why did you need to take off again? Don't you have anything better to do? You should save your money and take it easy. Can't you take the cold? Am I being irresponsible by being away from home so much?
I will admit it, even I think I must have an issue here. My nephew Ralphie told me in Vietnam that he travels because he must. I feel that way. I feel compelled to get away from the routine and go on an adventure, even if that adventure most likely will often involve times when I will hate what I have gotten myself into.
I admit it, I get restless, but who wouldn't, not having a job to go to? I'm told there are things I could do, but they all require giving up a large portion of my freedom. I can't do that.
Ultimately it comes down to a question of responsibility. Do I have a responsibility to stay here and do something, anything, or can I go off on these "adventures" with a clear conscience? What is my duty here? I often ask God to tell me what to do. I get answers to other questions, but not this one. Never, never am I told what to do.
Part of a prayer in A Course In Miracles says: "I do not have to worry about what to say or do because he will direct me." Fine. Direct me. So how does that happen? I have no doubt that God does direct me onto my life path, but I haven't a clue as to how, other than what my nephew said about knowing that he "must" do what he does. We do what we must and hope that we are being directed. I believe I am and accept that sometimes it feels like it's all a big mistake. But that's just the feeling at the moment, looking back I usually see purpose and perfection. It's all perfect, even our impulsiveness, our restlessness, our issues.
We all do what we must. And it's perfect.
Tuesday, November 18, 2008
Stop Seeking and Start Giving
A lesson from Scott Kalechstein's newsletter: There comes a time to stop seeking and start giving. Maybe I shouldn't be so worried about fixing myself and live.
Recently I've been trying hard to be a good meditator. Paying attention to my breath. But it is so hard to know when you are doing it right. In fact, it is impossible. How do I know, my mind might be wandering without me knowing it because I'm watching my breath? The thing is, we can't know concretely that we are doing a good job of being more mindful. We can only try. But we can give and live. Our actions can tell us if we are succeeding. Am I more peaceful? Do I get less aggrevated over things that happen?
I think I think too much. It is all well and good to seek the truth, to grow and learn how to be a better person. But there comes a time when the seeking has to take a back seat to the serving. If I do not do anything for other people what good is truth anyway?
I have been trying to find out what I am supposed to do next with my life. It seems to me that the next thing isn't about fixing me, but serving you. The question isn't what do I do next, it's how can I be useful.
Recently I've been trying hard to be a good meditator. Paying attention to my breath. But it is so hard to know when you are doing it right. In fact, it is impossible. How do I know, my mind might be wandering without me knowing it because I'm watching my breath? The thing is, we can't know concretely that we are doing a good job of being more mindful. We can only try. But we can give and live. Our actions can tell us if we are succeeding. Am I more peaceful? Do I get less aggrevated over things that happen?
I think I think too much. It is all well and good to seek the truth, to grow and learn how to be a better person. But there comes a time when the seeking has to take a back seat to the serving. If I do not do anything for other people what good is truth anyway?
I have been trying to find out what I am supposed to do next with my life. It seems to me that the next thing isn't about fixing me, but serving you. The question isn't what do I do next, it's how can I be useful.
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