The Freedom Inside You

To care deeply about the world is a wonderful and essential thing. But if a news story or a political crisis feels particularly unbearable, you might feel your emotional reactions  affecting your resilience and dimming your light.

This is a great opportunity to observe your feelings without becoming entangled in them to the point where they become disabling. When you notice feelings of distress bubbling up you might find it helps to simply label them as ‘worry’ or ‘anxiety’. They are familiar feelings that you know well. Just acknowledge them without getting into a dialogue with them and let them slowly fade.

Distinguish between what you can and can’t change. Resisting what already is will amplify your sense of discomfort, while acceptance will help you to let go and come into the present moment, where you will find peace. Take a break from the world and spend some time doing things you enjoy to take you away from your busy mind. The peace you generate will benefit the people around you and the wider world. When you have rejuvenated yourself you can then start to work practically for the better world that we all want.

Focusing on your breathing takes you back into presence, but I have recently found out that concentrating on the out-breath is particularly calming. Try making that breath a little longer.

Currently reading: Mindfulness for Worriers by Padraig O’Morain

Lost For Words

The next time you are lost for words, remember this
The tree needs no words to tell it how to grow
Your body needs no instructions on how to heal
The clouds have never read a thesis on meterology
The planets continue in their orbits without reference
To equations chalked on a blackboard
They are not lost

When you experience a sunset what need is there for words?
Do not search for them
They are not coming to rescue you from this mystery
This inner stillness, this halted moment
Be speechless, dumbfounded, awestruck, blown away

Imagine yourself sky-diving

You throw yourself from an aeroplane
A delirious imitation of suicide
Wheeling, twisting and tumbling
Through an avalanche of upward air
Before being snatched back to safety by a rip cord’s cruel neccessity
You land like a newborn being
Helpless, helmeted, tethered to silken afterbirth
Grasping, fumbling for language to convey
What never could be captured or ever contained
The mind gives up, the self gives way
And you laugh
You laugh
You have lost something that was never needed
Let it go

Words are our foot soldiers, our worker ants, our couriers,
They carry the message, they are not the message
Words are our rubies, our jade, lapis lazuli, mother of pearl,
They are the messengers of magic but not the magic
And when you find it they will disappear

Next time you have a beautiful surprise
An unexpected moment that stops your tongue with gratitude
Remember you are not lost for…anything
You have arrived and the moment is full, immaculate
Be silenced, stilled, stunned, gobsmacked
You have found something that words could only point to

Feeling the Love at UK’s first Laughter Festival

Laughter yoga has become increasingly popular since it was first devised in India in the 1990s. It encompasses a range of techniques which have arisen from new insights into the mental and physical benefits of laughing.
I’d already been to a few of Jackie O’Carrol’s laughter yoga workshops in Chester. I can’t say that it was easy at first, but after a while there was a sense of stepping out of my comfort zone, into a potentially transformational world of freedom, trust and maybe…LOVE!

The first UK Laughter festival was held at Cabourne Parva, a festival site in Lincolnshire in June and offered the chance to experience a concentrated dose of these feelgood vibes.
Jackie and I arrived on Thursday night and were shown around the site by organiser Wes Floyd. Based on a farm, there are several areas laid out according to festival-goers needs: toilet block, washing complex (of which more later), a bistro operating out of the farm house, and various areas for stalls, marquees and stages where the activities took place.

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On the Friday, a series of presentations took place in the converted barn, which is used as the main venue. Several speakers explained their work around laughter, health and wellbeing. Kate Hull Rodgers, originally from Canada, was a very entertaining speaker, who recounted her young life as an aspiring actress and how her lack of success had led to a breakdown and years of being institutionalised in the mental health system, before discovering some key insights that enabled her to take control of her life and mental health. Kate managed to turn this often tragic story into a hilarious monologue. She now an international speaker who explains to large organisations the value of laughter and how “If you’re having fun, you get more done”.

There are areas of woodland around the site which are perfect for a meditative stroll whilst listening to birds singing. It was in this woodland setting that I took part in an improvisation workshop later on the same day led by Anetta Panczel, who is orginally from Hungary and now leads improvisational workshops in Bournemouth. A group of ten or so gathered and Anette set a series of exercises designed to bring out our silly selves. Advertising an imaginary product, commentating on a bizarre event, or speaking in gibberish were some of the games we played. It was nice to have a ranges of ages acting ridiculous in the workshop, from people in their seventies to an eight year old boy.

The festival site had a number of special features including an outdoor jacuzzi, infra-red sauna (not quite sure about the workings of it, but it sounded a bit like being cooked so I avoided it!) and showers powered intriguingly, by compost. Adjacent to the showers was a ten foot-high compost heap consisting largely of wood chippings (the farm produces timber), which contained water pipes for collecting the heat generated by the decomposing compost. This green technology was in keeping with earth-friendly ethos of the site.

On Saturday morning Jackie was to deliver her workshop on the theme of ‘grace’, drawing on writing she is developing for a book. I was planning on attending, but found myself checking out a gathering in the barn instead. This is very much the way I attend festivals – I go with the flow as much as possible, having found that sticking to an itinery is unneccesarily stressful for me. The session I happened upon was being led Joe Hoare – though leading is perhaps the wrong term as he tended to go with whatever energy was happening within the group at the moment. Hence, as soon as I sat down in the circle I asked the reason why he clicked his fingers as he spoke, and so he invited us all to do it for a while, effectively to find out ‘why’ for ourselves. As we all clicked our fingers, we found a sense of rhythm and connection, collectively devising rhythmic chants that evolved continuously, and moving and interacting with each physically. It was essentially all about staying in the moment.

Saturday was also the day of the music performances. Before my set, Helen Wilson played acoustic guitar and sang – in a voice reminiscent of Vashti Bunyan – some very open and honest songs. In preparing my own set I had looked through my songs and poems to choose ones that best suited the ethos of the festival. My song ‘Don’t Hide Your Light’ seemed to be appropriate in that sense.

On Sunday I had time for another workshop before packing up to leave, which was led by the bubble of joy that is Eva Provedel, an Italian based in London. After a few minutes of improvised dance and movement led by Eva in the marquee, a line of people went outside and encircled some unsuspecting festival-goers, dancing around them and closing in for a giant hug.

All these happenings I’ve described were interspersed with numerous special moments of talking around the fire, chilling out and bonding with new friends who were all on the same kind of frequency, having come together to tune in a little bit more. To be honest, I didn’t take part in any laughter yoga in the strict sense, but everything was complementary to that. I’m already looking forward to next year’s Laughter festival. This was a beautiful start.

One Door is Enough

eck…and still I have this feeling that I need to check out as many different spiritual traditions as I can, to select a wide range of flavours from the buffet so I’m not missing out in any spiritual vitamins. If there are people out there finding clues to enlightenment, then I need to find them too. I hold onto them, so I can finally nourish myself at a later date; there is a feeling that I need to build up weapons in my arsenal so that I can launch an assault against the ego at some later point. Or to use a less violent metaphor, I am assembling a huge spiritual jigsaw puzzle. I need to fill in all the areas and some point the overall picture will become clear.

Buddhism, Vedanta, Zen, Taoism, Gnosticism, Siberian shamanism (?!) – I’ve studied or at least had a peep at them all, and I often end up frustrated when I can’t understand ancient texts, or freaked out by traditions that are too weird for me.

It’s then that I return to this guy, who speaks in the language of today, who reminds me to stop this vain searching, who has actually digested a wide range of spiritual traditions, for what it’s worth, but knows that one door to freedom is all you need. Eckhart points out that you can only ever free yourself now, not in the future, when you are telling yourself everything will be in place. Eckhart’s message is expressed through a deep peace and compassion which, he points out, is the primary aspect of the message. So don’t worry about the words. They are only pointing to the simplest truth, which lies beneath.

 

 

Transforming Fear into Love

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Last night I went to a discussion about the book A Course in Miracles. One of the things that stuck with me was the teaching that love is the opposite of fear, with most people being in a perpetual state of fear.

I am seeing it everywhere today, this low-level fear and apprehension, in the eyes of people I meet on the stairs in my house (even though they say ‘hello’), in the people I pass on the street or at the bus stop. What must that fear do to your mind and body? It is the response of our ancient fight-or-flight self preservation system to the challenges of modern-day living, where overcrowding, overwork, over-stimulation and media-led panics combine with the miserable underlying truth that shopping does not actually fix anything.

I walked side by side with fear for a long time, always hyper-conscious of my self image, worried about how I interacted and terrified of dissapproval, all of this combined with misery over my unrealised potential, my loneliness and my OCD fears. It leaked out into my face, creating a catch 22 situation where my attempts to make social bonds were stymied by the inextinguishable look of terror and discomfort in my eyes.

The spiritual path that I’m on has led to the letting go of a lot of fear. A connection with the inner ‘I’ underneath my historical self and its struggles, has given me a lot of space and calm, to the extent that sitting on a bus seat opposite someone without wierding them out has become just about possible most of the time.

I feel connected with the people around me because I am not as preoccupied by my fear and it has left my face. I feel the contrast as most of them look quite wrapped up in their worries, and they sometimes look surprised, seeing that a strangers’ heart is open to them. It is quite alien to a lot people, but others you can see them relax a little and open like flowers, giving you a returning smile.

If we have a collective responsibility, maybe it’s to dissolve the fear around us with love. It can be done. It’s transformational and everybody needs it.

Permission to Live

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Permission to speak

It starts with the word

Who can express

Who’s seen and not heard

 

Permission to feel

What’s deepest within

To dare to expresses it

And not fear sin

 

Permission to love

Do you have to ask

Have you been waiting

As if it’s a task?

 

Permission to heal

And see your own wealth

I give you permission

To love your true self

 

Permission – who gives it?

And who’s to recieve

Who has the right

To choose, to believe

Unconsciously, we wait for permission

Following old tracks, with clouded vision

 

Just allow it   …   Allow yourself   ….   Your self

 

A smile is contagious

It welcomes the day

Your spirit leaks out

And shows others the way

 

My neighbour upstairs

Is glad when I sing

I let my voice fly

Then she does the same thing

 

When a dancefloor is bare

It takes a decision

For one to get up

And give all permission

 

The casting off

Of unwritten rules

That we never question

And follow like mules

 

Like wildebeest waiting at the riverside

They all have to cross

It takes one has to decide

 

To reach the far shore

And find what we lack

We must realise

What’s holding us back

 

Permission

We spend our lives proscribed

Between what’s disallowed and what’s self-denied

But who’s permission do you actually need

To start a new life at a different speed?

 

I see many people

Waiting at the lights

Awaiting the signal

That lets them take flight

 

Frozen in profile

Awaiting permission

To finally move forward

And live their own vision

 

 

(Tom George 2016)