Contemplative Jenn is longing, forcefully

Live my life with arms wide open (read all 3 entries…)
I know this is possible 2 years ago

but I just don’t know how to do it. There are people I know, am in awe of, actually, who live their lives this way on a daily basis, arms wide open, minds and hearts open, too. These are the people who are fascinated and excited by the turns life takes at any given moment, who actively seek to know their world, interact with it instead of just being in it. In order to be that engaged, that amazed and grateful, it seems that one must also be open to the pain and suffering of the world, be willing to embrace it with those arms, that heart, that mind, and perhaps be hurt by it in the process of truly knowing it. One must be fearless, and persistent. Being a little bit broken helps, I think, but aren’t we each broken in some way, in need of some repair? In this process of knowing the world and loving it are moments of greatness, sublime glimmers of joy that make this approach to living worthwhile, imperative, in fact. I see glimmers of this promised land, this hopefulness, within myself, but those are rare moments that are far too fleeting. I hope to get there someday, to be able to open my arms, my heart, to life, without fear or trepidation. Wish me luck!



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Dave is back to business

arms wide open

I really like this goal, Jenn.

I’m really not sure what it takes, but I see a common thread to some of your posts that point in this same direction. One gets the impression you’ve become beaten down and numbed somehow to life. Or as Robert Bly put it:

“A man may lose the jewel in life, because of wife or job. For what he has, he cares nothing, and goes sullenly to a deep grave.”

I think of it as the Ethan Fromm existence, living out of habit, and for others, rather than living with joy, and for ourselves.

I hope you find the path to heal. I hope I get to help in some small way.

Contemplative Jenn is longing, forcefully

I hope I'm not THAT bad

The Robert Bly quote is pretty heavy duty, Dave! But I do think it is possible to lose the jewel in life or, more aptly, to inadvertently bury it under something. And whereas I don’t agree with the Ethan Fromme characterization of me entirely, I do belive it’s easy to end up living out of habit, and to live for others instead of for onesself.

Yes, there is a little bit of numbness there. We each create our own scar tissue, from past injuries. And those areas of scar tissue, “thick skin” decrease our ability to feel, our emotional sensation. That scar tissue, to some extent, is a fact of life. And living one’s life with arms wide open can increase the frequency of that hurt, that scarring, but also promote healing on some level.

To be clear, Dave, I do have joy, I would simply like to multiply those moments of joyfulness, and open myself more to the world and what it has to offer. Of course this takes time, and energy, and a certain amount of risk-taking that I haven’t entirely mastered just yet. And the “living for others,” at least in a day-to-day sense, is a different issue altogether.

“Live my one wild and precious life” has definitely become a mantra for me, and living my life with arms wide open is sure to follow. I’m working on this. Maybe realization is one step on the path to healing, and accomplishing this goal.

melb100 lives in edinburgh!

practice smiling

when you have nothing better to do or are bored half-way though a task. Just smile. I feel bored or listless, and close my eyes and force myself to smile, and somehow the feelings that should provoke the smile follow in behind it.
It makes me feel (a) happy, and (b) that I have somehow taken a step back from the dull and listless task and embraced the bigger picture, which is that fuck, I am alive.
It grows easier exponentially quickly, and as I do it more and more often, I find I have on hand, bubbling under the surface of me all day long, a deep contentment. It isn’t joy itself, but it is easily translatable into the intensity of joy, and it seems to loosen up the shoulders and help me open up those arms more easily, more often.
As for risk taking, I’m no expert, but I’m working on it, and it seems to be that the secret to taking risks is to know yourself. If you’re not sure what there is on the inside, then you hesitate to take risks in case you lose your fleeting image of self in the process. If you have a better idea of who are are, where you have been, where you would like to go, you can be confident enough in your ability to extracate yourself from failure with your sense of self still intact.

Musings on a Tuesday afternoon eh.

Open those arms!

Contemplative Jenn is longing, forcefully

I'm smiling :)

Thanks, melb, I love this idea, and i’ll definitely try it—jumpstarting joy! The mere fact that we are alive is a pretty amazing thing. There was a doctor who once told me that each day is a gift. As for the risk taking, I agree with you, that knowing one’s self provides the base, the cliff as it were, from which to make that leap. I love that I am getting to know myself more and more as I age, and as I journey back to my creative core. I feel that I am sometimes surprised at what I find, at what I am capable of, which can be a great feeling. I have also found that one surefire way to lose one’s self is to live for others rather than for yourself, so I have to be mindful of that, too.

Great musings for a Tuesday afternoon in Japan (or a Monday morning in New England). Thanks for your insights.

Dave is back to business

Blink

MELB, your observation is quite valid, and has been documented in the scientific press. I caught wind of it in Malcom Gladwell’s book Blink.

melb100 lives in edinburgh!

well then

let’s all get smiling! The book looks interesting by the way. If only I weren’t mired up to my elbows in debt I might give amazon a call!

Jen, I expect you to practice smiling on at least three occasions today, and report back your findings!

Dave is back to business

Ethan

Sorry, I was in a bit of a melodramatic mood.

I know you are no Ethan Fromme, and I doubt anyone is, truly. I consider that piece a reductio ad absurdum of the concept of living with our choices.

I also know I’m doing some projecting here, so bear with me.

I like the analogy of scar tissue. But it breaks down in that we can, in fact, remove it. More like a series of bandages that have outlived their usefulness.

Another great reason why “feel the rain on your skin” fits within the same rubric.

Anyway, joy is harder for me than love. My own path here is to work with the concept of love as a verb, and actively practice it. Perhaps this will lead to a self-sustaining system.

Contemplative Jenn is longing, forcefully

Scar tissue

You are right, Dave, in that we CAN remove it, we have that ultimate ability, but ask anyone who has been truly hurt in life, moving on is not like removing a bandage. The optimist in me wishes it were, in that the skin beneath would heal, and when the time is right, the bandage could be peeled away, revealing new tissue beneath. For some, in fact, this is possible. Certainly not easy, but possible. But for those who are less self-aware, less adept at self-healing, the hurt becomes part of them, and to remove it can be like removing a part of themselves. Not to go too far with this, but perhaps it’s a little more like a (voluntary or involuntary) tattoo, wherein the ink is not part of the body but imbedded in it, and removal involves something more than the peeling off of an outer layer.

I think it is, at times, possible to choose how life’s adversity affects us, to choose its context and ultimate effect. Certainly not all the time, mind you. But I do know people who get hurt more often than others, not because of their openness but because of their outlook. And they hold the pain within them until it becomes part of who they are.

Perhaps the key is to keep our wounds from forming that scar tissue, stitch and dress them properly from the onset, be prepared to address them as wounds when they occur, so that they don’t form the heavy, ugly scars.

Thanks for your insight, Dave. You are helping, more than you know.

37nfalling is thinking about a special classmate

what a wonderful thread Jenn

I have response that would fill a book.

But instead I will just send you HUGS and a smile.

I am realizing that the world is full of nice warm loving people and perhaps I am a little naive to think that, but I will continue to seek them out.

I found you didn’t I?

What a deep thread

Jenn. I can relate with so much that has been discussed here. I think I will adopt this goal and may even go check the book, Blink, out from the library.

Contemplative Jenn is longing, forcefully

Arms wide open

I am glad that I posted something that touched someone else’s life. It confirms my inkling that in some ways we are each struggling toward the same ends in our different ways, on our different paths. I’m still working on this one, and hope you will, too. I plan on checking out Blink myself. Hope we can continue to post and cheer and help each other forward.

Cheers!

You certainly did

I would say that I really don’t live my life this way as much as I want to, probably more out of fear of getting hurt than anything else. I don’t open up to people just because it’s easier not to let them in. On top of it all I spend way too much time nurturing and caring for those around me and too little time on myself. Anyway, I appreciate your comments and will continue to post and help and cheer and all that good stuff!

Contemplative Jenn is longing, forcefully

Self-nurturing

I think many of us are guilty of caring for others before, or to the exclusion of, ourselves. Women, especially, but we are not the only ones. I hear you on this one, Nikita. Good luck, to both of us!

Yes I agree

110% and I know in my life it goes a little further because my mom left when I was a kid and it was expected that I assume her responsibilities at a very young age. I have never been able to let go of that overwhelming sense of responsibility. Yes, good luck to us both. Big cheers!

Dave is back to business

Blink

I’ll expect a full report from both of you…

It’s a pretty fast read, and I do think it’s worth it. I need to read his other book, the tipping point.

Contemplative Jenn is longing, forcefully

You

betcha.

Yep

I have to go to the library tomorrow and pick up so holds so I’ll see if it’s in, if not I’ll place a hold and report back when I’m done. Thanks!


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