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#blogg100 – The unknown.

#blogg100 – The unknown.

April 24, 2017
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“…perhaps we should then bear our sorrows with greater confidence than our joys. For they are the moments when something new, something unknown, has entered into us; our feelings grow dumb with shy confusion, everything in us retires, a stillness supervenes, and the new thing that no one knows stands silent there in the midst.”

In its silence, easy to overlook, if nothing else but for the reason that we do not know it. Do not recognise it. Have no recollection of ever having met it, before.

And if we spot it, being able to let our sorrow go, in order to let this new insight come, the new, the unknown having entered into us, is not always the easiest of human feats. Letting go – to let come – isn’t. Easy, that is. The attachment, to our grief, our sorrow, to the injustices we’ve suffered; the suffering itself something we cling to, believing it defines us, makes us who we are.
Framework of me

And if it does, define us, define me, making me who I am, it is because I put that meaning upon it. It is I who am the sense-making machine, not the sorrow, nor the joy. It is the sense I make of it, the meaning I place upon it, the builds the framework of Me. A framework that can be limiting, but does not have to be.

That which makes all the difference being the level of attachment I have to it – if I am flexible to see the purpose of it, right now, right here, as is, without desperately hanging on to it tomorrow, when the need for something else is apparent, when what is, is different from what was, and hence, the access to a different framework is dependent upon myself, and my willingness to let go. Let go of that which did serve me, once, yesterday, but no longer does, today.

#Blogg100 challenge in 2017 – post number 55 of 100.
The book “Letters to a Young Poet” by Rainer Maria Rilke.
English posts here, Swedish at herothecoach.com.

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Silly attachment?

October 13, 2016
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Witnessing attachment all over. Within myself. In my beloved family members. In people standing in front of me in the queue to the boat shuttle to Saint-Tropez. In parents scolding their children at restaurants.

Everywhere. Attachment to a specific outcome. To a certain way of doing things. Of how to behave, act, speak.

And specifically – attachment to our own thoughts. If the thoughts we got attached to were thoughts with pleasant accompanying feelings, well, it wouldn’t really be so bad would it? But so much of the attachment is to the thoughts with accompanying feelings leading to damning results. Where I storm off, feeling totally insulted, belittled, ashamed, embarrassed… All because a thought popped into my mind, generating this feeling, and then *magic trick* having me believe in it! How I wish I had a magic trick to reverse that, making me un-believe it. Because so often what I get attached to is just plain silly stuff, that really don’t matter at all in the big picture. What do I want to spend my time and energy on? Attachment to small petty stuff, really not anchored in values and virtues that I would like to be associated with, both when I think about me and when other people do? Or truly, living my values, making them a way of my Now, painting the picture of my every moment in shades and hues of those very values and virtues? Why do I let attachment to silly stuff stop me, from living my values? And does it?

Since 2012 I have blogged over at herothecoach.com in a jumble of Swedish and English. This post is a sample of what I’ve been writing – in English – there over the years. As of 2016 all my English posts appear here instead. I hope you enjoy this #ThrowbackThursday, originally published here, and if you do, please subscribe to updates so you won’t miss out on future posts.

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