Letting Go II

Healing . Looking Up . Sky

Following up on yesterday’s post on “Letting Go Of Hurts”, I had some more thoughts. While on my walk I realized that part of my problem is that I am hording my pain like it’s a treasure. I am giving it more life by picking it up and examining and analyzing it way too much. I have done enough releasing of these people that I feel have hurt me. I now release them totally and wish them the best.

I also am happy to learn that I do not need to continue to bring up their names in my meditations. I now release them and the pain and I seek to heal the bruised parts of my soul.

I need to move on now. I need to just forget my own pain. I’ve done the forgiving, so now it is time to forget and move on. It is time that I said “NEXT” to my own thoughts. It is time to think new wonderful thoughts.

I want to heal. I am healing.

Letting Go Of Hurts

Stone Heart

Stone Heart

I don’t always hold onto the good things and good times. I seem to be attached to some very bad things and horrible times in my life. It is amazing how hard it is for me to let go of these old hurts; those times when I have been rejected or ignored for reaching out to someone. It is important to remember that the hurt is something inside of me and not something that they did to me. I am responsible for my own emotions, my own reactions and my own well being. They may do something that causes me to feel hurt, but they did not place that feeling there. I did. I can choose to let that hurt reside in me and grow and set up residence, or I can choose to let it go. I guess sometimes I have to release some situations, some people, some hurts, over and over again until they disappear or dissolve into nothingness.

I am grateful this day that I am free of all old emotional wounds and that I set myself and others free. I release myself. I release those that “hurt me”. We are all free of my hurt. We are all free to love again. I can let go of my own hurt feelings and my negative emotions so that I can more fully embrace wonderful and great and beautiful things.

Now I am ready for my walk.

Louise Hay Video

Louise Hay Video Still

Louise Hay Video Still

This wonderful Louise Hay video [called Metaphysical Healing is available on Google Video] is about an hour and a half.  If you are depressed, stressed, overworked, or if you are feeling a little lost, you just might find something to hold onto here. You can also get her book “You Can Heal Your Life”

Enjoy.

Responsibility

Responsibility

Responsibility

It is a powerful thing to realise that I am responsible for my own feelings and my own thoughts. It can be a very scary thing to contemplate that, but it can also be an incredibly powerful thing if I can see it as a tool or as a gift and that I can be a master of my own life, that life is not something that happens around me. I can make my life whatever I want it to be.

We can claim responsibility for things inside of ourselves. We can claim responsibility for all of our feelings.

I Am Grateful

D and R State Park

D and R State Park

I Am Grateful For:

Not drinking to excess

Not smoking anymore

Being able to walk 5 miles a day

Thinking in new ways

New friends

Learning to release old hurts, slights, resentments and jealousies

New positive habits

New authors I have found: Louise Hay, Deepak Chopra, Salman Rushdie

New ways of publishing online: WordPress [new to me at least]

Coming of fall

Coming of Christmas

Public Parks: D & R Canal State Park [see photo above]

The Diseased Funeral

Grave Yard

Grave Yard

Last week I went to a funeral for the first time in what seems like a decade and it has been on my mind quite a bit since then on my daily walks.

My friend that died last week was a gentle soul who had been in pain for years. He was loved by everyone that met him and we will all miss him very much. His funeral turned out to be not so much an exercise of tribute as it was an opportunity for the preachers to attempt to scare everyone in the audience back into church because if we knew this man very well then we most surely must be headed to hell just like he was.

We all knew exactly what the preacher meant when he talked about “the Disease” that our friend had and how it ravaged his body and spirit. He was proudly telling the whole world that this man was an alcoholic and that was what he should be remembered for. So much was made of it that it seemed that the funeral was more of a tribute to that infernal Disease than it was to our friend.

This funeral was very much like the one that was given for my brother where the preacher somehow thought that it was appropriate to talk about my brother and a desperate prostitute in the same sentence.

In other words, please don’t call the preacher to lead my funeral service who never knew me and never cared to get to know me. I will be very glad when I leave this planet to have all of my friends and family have a celebration service to remember the good times that we all had together.

I affirm the right of every man and every woman to leave this earth in a dignified manner and not have their entire lives disparaged and lessened just because they were not in the right place on the right day at the right time in someones “right view of the world”.

To end on a more positive note, I am grateful for the times that I had with my friend. I am grateful that I got to know him. I am grateful for his smile and his wonderful silly little dance that he did when he was happy. I am grateful for the love he showed me and how he made me feel special when I sat down next to him. Here’s to you my friend. We’re all happy that you aren’t in pain anymore.

Neat Little Packages: Emotional Perfectionism

Neat Little Packages with Bows

Neat Little Packages with Bows

On my walk the other day I was thinking and meditating about an argument that I had with a friend a few days earlier and I was trying to figure out what the problem was or what had gone wrong, and for the life of me, I could not come up with anything that had caused the problem that morning. I could not see what I or they had done wrong. All I came up with was an image of a tiny little package tied with a bow. At that point, it made no sense and I gave up on trying to understand it’s significance, and just kept on walking.

When I turned around at my two and a half mile marker, it hit me. I always seem to want to tie up “all my packages” with neat little bows. This can be an emotional package, a relationship package, a conversational package, a work package or any number of things that I might encounter or experience as part of my life. Life in all of it’s glory is not easily packaged in a neat little box. Friendships and intimate relationships certainly can never be neatly contained and perfectly wrapped. I guess this is part of my perfectionism that I need to learn to release. I cannot expect any relationship to not have a certain amount of dynamic tension or mystery in it. I have to learn to be comfortable with letting things be unresolved sometimes. I have to more trusting that the answers will come to me over time if I am patient.

I am grateful for the things that I am learning. I am grateful to be able to release the need for neat little packages. I am grateful to be able to embrace a larger and more powerful truth. I am grateful that I can enlarge my perspective on life. I am grateful that God and truth are bigger than my neat little packages. I am grateful to release more of my perfectionism to be able to embrace life as it is.

Why I Started Walking

My Path

My Path

 

I have always wanted to write a real blog, you know one that was truly personal and not a business blog like my others about travel, restaurant reviews and websites. This is what this blog is all about; my random thoughts that come to me on my long daily walks that are doing so much for my body, mind and spirit.

I walk about 5 miles a day along the banks of the Delaware River. It is a marvelous place to walk because the path is well maintained and everyone is free to use it and the scenery is so beautiful. The walks are great for my physical health, but they also are doing wonders for my mental health and my spiritual well being.

I will reveal something here that is very personal, but I want to share this because I think it might help someone. I started walking because my life seemed hopeless a short time ago. I am in the process of walking out of a severe depression that hit last year when my former classmates from high school invited me to my 30th Class Reunion. For some insane reason, this invitation and the thought of going sent me into a six month long downward spiral that I thought I would never recover from. In my desperation, a friend of mine recommended the book “You Can Heal Your Life” by Louise Hay. It helped me to grab a hold of the few strands of reality left in my life and I have been slowly walking out into the light since then.

My walks are in a very true sense, saving my life. These words are a record of my steps on this walk.

Gotta go for now, I am off to do my walk and to learn a bit more about myself and the universe.

Peace.