Wednesday, December 19, 2007

hold the vision People will say, "Well, I have to work on my goals," or, "I have to work on my visualization." And we want you to think more about holding the vision because it is pleasurable to hold the vision, not because you're trying to make the vision work in order to get to some place that you're not now standing. "How much should I work?" We would say, work in the sense of joyously moving forward. -- Abraham *************** I feel so much better today. I had diminished the effect that eating a cucumber slice that had been sitting out all afternoon after a holiday gathering at work might have on my system, and it really knocked me for a loop the last few days. One more piece of evidence for the mind-body connection--duh. I am part of a group that will be focusing on an intention for 30 days starting January 2, and I love the quote above for that reason. I am more psyched about what will happen with the process than whether or not my goal is met. It is indeed pleasurable for me to hold the vision. Which is, to be in bed by 9:00 every night. This is a goal, an intention, a "wouldn't-it-be-nice-if" I’ve had in the back of my mind for ever, but when partners who were night owls, or the magnetism of a computer screen, or the draw of a riveting book or even not much at all presents itself as a distraction, I’ve succumbed to it and stayed up later than I really wanted to. An additional incentive to try this lifestyle on for size is the fact that I’ve been waking up early, on cue it seems, around 5:00 am for quite awhile now. This hour resonates with me on certain...
A BRIEF FOR THE DEFENSE by Jack Gilbert Sorrow everywhere. Slaughter everywhere. If babies are not starving someplace, they are starving somewhere else. With flies in their nostrils. But we enjoy our lives because that's what God wants. Otherwise the mornings before summer dawn would not be made so fine. The Bengal tiger would not be fashioned so miraculously well. The poor women at the fountain are laughing together between the suffering they have known and the awfulness in their future, smiling and laughing while somebody in the village is very sick. There is laughter every day in the terrible streets of Calcutta, and the women laugh in the cages of Bombay. If we deny our happiness, resist our satisfaction, we lessen the importance of their deprivation. We must risk delight. We can do without pleasure, but not delight. Not enjoyment. We must have the stubbornness to accept our gladness in the ruthless furnace of this world. To make injustice the only measure of our attention is to praise the Devil. If the locomotive of the Lord runs us down, we should give thanks that the end had magnitude. We must admit there will be music despite everything. We stand at the prow again of a small ship anchored late at night in the tiny port looking over to the sleeping island: the waterfront is three shuttered cafés and one naked light burning. To hear the faint sound of oars in the silence as a rowboat comes slowly out and then goes back is truly worth all the years of sorrow that are to come. -Jack Gilbert

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