and so more from the Marianne Williamson book.
Another thing that I like about this book was the hawk dove dream she had. Reminiscing about when she was a leftist. Fighting with people at a cock tail party (because they are wrong and she is right). paraphrasing here: She has a dream she is told that she thinks she is a dove but she is really a hawk. Fighting against Reagan and other republican paradigm's at a cocktail party... Who is to say that just because this is what we believe to be right- we are right. I love that. I am guilty of that.
and she says:
we are not policing the universe
sooooooo true. thank you.
there is really no right to judge people. And there is no reason to beat ourselves up when we do. She mentions a time when she is getting her nails done and a woman annoys her. She asks god to help her (love) fight these judgemental feelings of 'being annoyed' and she gets it. Automatically she realizes and is shown this formerly 'annoying' lady's struggle, childhood, upbringing, etc...and realizes it is her defense mechanisms wrongly presenting her in this way.
Hmm. I am eager to work on not judging. I mean, really what gives me the right?
Thursday, January 15, 2009
cher was right
ok. brief lapse here. no problem. I'm back. brother was in town. this translates to pizza orderage, beer consumage & my favorite part burgers & mayonnaise buffonage. good. good good. my brother doesn't dance but I did when we went to see my friends band. I also made him run home with me in a serious snow storm around 3 am on sat night. I made him pretend this was the first time we ever saw snow and were visiting from a vague almost eastern european country (that has never seen snow???). All I yelled for atleast 100 times, at least, was "take a picture" but more like "teke a peeeekshure" of me running. It was fun. But he told me the next morning he never wanted to hear me say "take a picture" again. oh well. he'll change is mind.
that was my exercise for this weekend. I almost coerced him to come to yoga with me, I know he would like it. But we laughed about how he had no gym shorts with him- except for a few pairs he has given to me over the years. One's that I have chopped to the barely upper thigh mid hamstring area- also referred to as the zone of promiscuity. We kept cracking up about how ridiculous his 6 foot something frame would look in these no longer basket ball now booty shorts, and how he could say "but they were mine!' and still look like an athletic member of the YMCA singers. Needless to say he didn't hit up a hot yoga class.
I went the day before yesterday with my favorite teacher Danielle. Man is she tough. Whenever I go to her class it is like this royal heated ass beaten. So, consider me a masochist because I love it. I missed it yesterday because of work. It's just so hard to get there on Wed.'s and Friday s because of the evening shift at work. I'm far too busy "working" from home during the day to hit up one of those day time sessions.
My friend who I introduced to the studio is doing the 31 in 31 days promo at the studio. I am so proud of her. I must be growing up because if I were, say 2o something, I think I'd be jealous. Or atleast make up some poor excuse of why I would do that but now, couldn't...I am so impressed with her commitment. And quite frankly, happy to know her!
That is a pretty awesome promo and even more awesome feat!
I started my yoga reading material. I read the "7 secrets for spiritual".. something or other by Deepak Chopra and am currently reading the Return To Love book by Marianne Williamson. I saw her once on Oprah. I usuall catch 5 oprah episodes a year. haha. And they are usually one's that are pretty spiritual. LIke, the one about the secret, and the + law of attraction+ or the one's with Dr. Oz (man that guy is great) about yoga, or colonoscopy's. or neti pots. All great stuff. But this one time, I am pretty sure to be an episode about forgiveness, I saw Marianne Williamson.
I really feel like I am connecting with the 2nd portion of this book. The "practice" portion. The beginning allbeit beautiful. Seems to be a preface in the form of 100 pages. She equates God with Love. And I think that is to reel in the non believers of god into her teachings. I am neither here nor there. I have faith. But education seems to have taken me away from the vigorous faith I had as a child. I was a really really religious child and my parents were not at all. I loved going to church and I BELIEVED in god, jesus, mary, joseph, noah's ark, the whole crew. I had sat in at a friends passover dinner and I believed in Elijah as well. I was a believer!!! As I got older I went to a confirmation class (8th grade) they were explaining fundamentalism. I nearly had a heart attack when our pastor told us that there was a school of thought that didn't believe that noah's ark really happened and that 40 days was symbolic. That some stories were allegorical, some were just vehicles for proverbs and lessons. The pastor was a really great guy. And I was just coming down from learning that Santa wasn't real 2 years before. I had a heated 8 th grader styled confrontation with the pastor, which basically means I asked him "what do you mean?" repeatedly. and then I left the church conference room and never came back. I was eventually confirmed because I begged my mother to send me to a catholic highschool and you don't get much more religious teaching than that.
After that I went to college and lived with an atheist. I told her and I quote "that's so sad to me, to not believe in anything".
Eventually I started to attribute faith with the meek. And slowly followed suit. But I also knew that with all of this academic knowledge- the real feat was maintaining faith within all of this explanation. And there was something to be said about that.
Isn't that the epitome of what faith was?
I forgot to mention that when I was graduating highschool I wanted to be an Art therapist, a writer, or a minister.
Even though I never went to church since that day I learned the truth.
I wavered and leaned but never really accepted either side of the coin. I would show up to church on sporadic christmas eve's and wait for something magical to real me in. Years & years of this.
I read about kabbalah, buddhism- you know all the college aged rights of passage writings.
I learned about christian scientist since my great grandmother was one. And she was born in the late 1800's. Innovative babe she was. I love the notions of like curing like. And positive thinking- coming from a mother who loves to be ill. So much so that I call her home "the infirmary" and made a request that we speak of other things besides biopsy's and dying people when I visit.
I went to live in Boston with my boyfriend and we rented a room from his cousin. His wife had just had a child and during her gestation converted to be a
"rapture Christian" which means and I'm para-para phrasing: you believe in the 2nd coming of Christ and that all hell's a gonna break loose one of these days.
That really swayed me away from christianity for even longer. haha.
Went to Japan. Went to a million buddha's and temples shinto and not shinto. I realized how much they base their "worship" on luck and superstition and wish. It felt emptier to my christian raised soul- than sitting on a wooden church pew on christmas eve waiting for a miracle. But I respect it entirely.
I think that Marianne Williamson does a good job at reeling in us "where are we now" religious zealots. It really is just love. And if I need to insert love with every "GOD" passage. Well, that's perfectly acceptable. Because as she stresses in this book and chapter specifically: Love is the only Real thing.
My dad loves cher. Which is hilarious. He is a conservative republican who was in the navy. Every election I ask him if his finger has disintegrated for voting republican (when he has 2 daughters). He laughs. But he still loves Cher and lives in a geodesic dome. I can picture him listening to Cher's POwer of love right now. and I don't even know all the words.
that was my exercise for this weekend. I almost coerced him to come to yoga with me, I know he would like it. But we laughed about how he had no gym shorts with him- except for a few pairs he has given to me over the years. One's that I have chopped to the barely upper thigh mid hamstring area- also referred to as the zone of promiscuity. We kept cracking up about how ridiculous his 6 foot something frame would look in these no longer basket ball now booty shorts, and how he could say "but they were mine!' and still look like an athletic member of the YMCA singers. Needless to say he didn't hit up a hot yoga class.
I went the day before yesterday with my favorite teacher Danielle. Man is she tough. Whenever I go to her class it is like this royal heated ass beaten. So, consider me a masochist because I love it. I missed it yesterday because of work. It's just so hard to get there on Wed.'s and Friday s because of the evening shift at work. I'm far too busy "working" from home during the day to hit up one of those day time sessions.
My friend who I introduced to the studio is doing the 31 in 31 days promo at the studio. I am so proud of her. I must be growing up because if I were, say 2o something, I think I'd be jealous. Or atleast make up some poor excuse of why I would do that but now, couldn't...I am so impressed with her commitment. And quite frankly, happy to know her!
That is a pretty awesome promo and even more awesome feat!
I started my yoga reading material. I read the "7 secrets for spiritual".. something or other by Deepak Chopra and am currently reading the Return To Love book by Marianne Williamson. I saw her once on Oprah. I usuall catch 5 oprah episodes a year. haha. And they are usually one's that are pretty spiritual. LIke, the one about the secret, and the + law of attraction+ or the one's with Dr. Oz (man that guy is great) about yoga, or colonoscopy's. or neti pots. All great stuff. But this one time, I am pretty sure to be an episode about forgiveness, I saw Marianne Williamson.
I really feel like I am connecting with the 2nd portion of this book. The "practice" portion. The beginning allbeit beautiful. Seems to be a preface in the form of 100 pages. She equates God with Love. And I think that is to reel in the non believers of god into her teachings. I am neither here nor there. I have faith. But education seems to have taken me away from the vigorous faith I had as a child. I was a really really religious child and my parents were not at all. I loved going to church and I BELIEVED in god, jesus, mary, joseph, noah's ark, the whole crew. I had sat in at a friends passover dinner and I believed in Elijah as well. I was a believer!!! As I got older I went to a confirmation class (8th grade) they were explaining fundamentalism. I nearly had a heart attack when our pastor told us that there was a school of thought that didn't believe that noah's ark really happened and that 40 days was symbolic. That some stories were allegorical, some were just vehicles for proverbs and lessons. The pastor was a really great guy. And I was just coming down from learning that Santa wasn't real 2 years before. I had a heated 8 th grader styled confrontation with the pastor, which basically means I asked him "what do you mean?" repeatedly. and then I left the church conference room and never came back. I was eventually confirmed because I begged my mother to send me to a catholic highschool and you don't get much more religious teaching than that.
After that I went to college and lived with an atheist. I told her and I quote "that's so sad to me, to not believe in anything".
Eventually I started to attribute faith with the meek. And slowly followed suit. But I also knew that with all of this academic knowledge- the real feat was maintaining faith within all of this explanation. And there was something to be said about that.
Isn't that the epitome of what faith was?
I forgot to mention that when I was graduating highschool I wanted to be an Art therapist, a writer, or a minister.
Even though I never went to church since that day I learned the truth.
I wavered and leaned but never really accepted either side of the coin. I would show up to church on sporadic christmas eve's and wait for something magical to real me in. Years & years of this.
I read about kabbalah, buddhism- you know all the college aged rights of passage writings.
I learned about christian scientist since my great grandmother was one. And she was born in the late 1800's. Innovative babe she was. I love the notions of like curing like. And positive thinking- coming from a mother who loves to be ill. So much so that I call her home "the infirmary" and made a request that we speak of other things besides biopsy's and dying people when I visit.
I went to live in Boston with my boyfriend and we rented a room from his cousin. His wife had just had a child and during her gestation converted to be a
"rapture Christian" which means and I'm para-para phrasing: you believe in the 2nd coming of Christ and that all hell's a gonna break loose one of these days.
That really swayed me away from christianity for even longer. haha.
Went to Japan. Went to a million buddha's and temples shinto and not shinto. I realized how much they base their "worship" on luck and superstition and wish. It felt emptier to my christian raised soul- than sitting on a wooden church pew on christmas eve waiting for a miracle. But I respect it entirely.
I think that Marianne Williamson does a good job at reeling in us "where are we now" religious zealots. It really is just love. And if I need to insert love with every "GOD" passage. Well, that's perfectly acceptable. Because as she stresses in this book and chapter specifically: Love is the only Real thing.
My dad loves cher. Which is hilarious. He is a conservative republican who was in the navy. Every election I ask him if his finger has disintegrated for voting republican (when he has 2 daughters). He laughs. But he still loves Cher and lives in a geodesic dome. I can picture him listening to Cher's POwer of love right now. and I don't even know all the words.
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