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There are those days that come and go without a breath noticed, a single piece of gratitude felt, and more than anything, a day lost to the “grind”… What makes the need to be so busy? Where does this come from when it feels so innate. I know that at one point in our lives, there is a time to settle in and quiet oneself. Whether it be attributed to getting sick and just needing to chill the fuck down, or a physical injury, or just plain exhaustion. Whatever it may be, comes on quick and can knock oneself out.
A yoga teacher of mine posted this to their Facebook wall and I have found myself reading it over… and over… and over again. The time in my life seems to be now. It’s a direct correlation to feeling overwhelmed, underwhelmed, exhausted, and most of all detached from myself.
I vow to make less plans — even if it’s scheduling “no plans” on my calendar.
This disease of being “busy” (and let’s call it what it is, the dis-ease of being busy, when we are never at ease) is spiritually destructive to our health and wellbeing. It saps our ability to be fully present with those we love the most in our families, and keeps us from forming the kind of community that we all so desperately crave.
This has saved me so many times. I feel ever so grateful for discovering this through a journey of meditation gurus local to Portland. Evan Osherow! If you are out there or ever see this. Thank you, my dear friend. Thank you,
This is very profound and touched me deeply.
You may remember your old high-school English lessons about the “Hero’s Journey” that involves four distinct parts: Separation, Initiation, Change and Return. This pattern can be observed in everything from Shakespeare classics to Disney films and even in your own life – especially if you are a person in recovery.
Opening Scene: Normal life is established
What did things look like before the hero was called away? For me, it was a scene of hectic over-achieving, each exhausting day ending with a heavy dose of white wine to reward and numb myself. For some, it is a time of dysfunction and humiliation. For others, a silent descent that is painfully unnoticed. What was the opening scene for your personal hero’s journey?
If you are still drinking but contemplating recovery, this scene opens on you now, today. Right here, reading this post…
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A goal to set – read each of these books on this list. My favorite book by far is East of Eden. I will gladly pick that up again!
Any other book suggestions from avid readers out there?