I mentioned a few posts ago that I’d gone down another jeans size…so I thought maybe I’d brag on myself a bit. Note that this is totally in one ear and out the other because the fact remains that I have a 5k in a few weeks that is scaring me in the best way. Moving on…enough about me…
You know those 3d optical illusions that used to be in the Sunday paper (actually…they still may be in the Sunday paper, but I haven’t read an actual news paper save the Huffington Post in years)?? The ones that called for you to cross your eyes or “unfocus” in order to see what the real picture was trying to show you??? I know I’ve mentioned them before…but not in this capacity, they’re called Magic Eyes, check it:
How many people can see the image? Anyway, I mention this because today I had class (the very experiential, very exhausting, very frustrating class) all day (9am-4pm) and yes I know it is a Saturday. I was in my small group when the question arose “What is the difference between the large group and the small group?” Some people mentioned that they could actually get a word in during small group and mentioned the chaos of the larger, I remarked that the both felt the same. Its hard being in the realm of thinking that I was in when I left UWG (holistic, integrative, yielding) starting seemingly from scratch out here. So many of my classmates are holding on for dear life in that class just so afraid of what letting go means and what it may feel like. Krae quoted to us a sentiment from Buddhist philosophy, “Let go, attachment is suffering.” When I let go of seeing the roses, the carnations, the leaves, when I just lose focus but instead focus on something else…focus on being, breathing, then the hidden image comes just as clear as day. The same is true of life.
I really miss watching Avatar: The Last Airbender. That really has to be the best show ever (yes even better than SATC) and on so many different levels. I wonder if children understand all of the layers of it, even subconsciously. I wonder does something awaken in them seeing Aang move through his mastery of the elements. My professor says “our soul mates are our sandpaper” which interestingly enough sounded like a succinct version of Liz Gilbert’s definition (A soul mates purpose is to shake you up, tear apart your ego a little bit, show you your obstacles and addictions, break your heart open so new light can get in, make you so desperate and out of control that you have to transform your life) Being more “air” than anything else, my sandpaper are those people that are earth. I mean just take the fact that earth-benders are patient as trusting me on that fact. But I don’t want to shy away from this opportunity to be “finished”. I want to learn from them, and I want to master patience, unyielding force, being immoveable, being ardent.
Interesting that I met water (Nama) first, or is that just a coincidence?