Sunday, May 8, 2016

Access Consciousness and the Artist's Way at Work



Rain Maybe? Or is it sun breaking through (photo finola jennings clark, rights reserved)

Why are bad habits so much easier to get into than good habits? I mean really, usually good stuff is easy to love, right? We don’t have problems accepting affection, enjoying good food, taking an afternoon nap on the sofa…they’re all good things and they’re easy habits to integrate into the daily routine. Why not the same with exercise, writing, painting? It’s not like they’re chores that I don’t enjoy…it’s something almost intangible but very, very real, the reluctance to ‘just do it’. Is it really ingrained lack of confidence from years so long gone by?

The Artist’s Way

I was listening to The Artist’s Way at Work this morning which though I find somewhat less than captivating to listen to because of the narration, has some excellent insights into the creative, productive and non-productive nature we all have within us. I easily recognized other people who’ve been and are in my life and I recognized myself too...happily in some cases it was me seeing my reflection in the good habits, but not in every case! I could see myself in so many descriptions that were about habits that keep us back.

Yes, I would like to say I try to ‘do my best’ at my work but I know that’s not true and as for being really proactive and creative? Am I really or do I allow myself sometimes still to believe ‘my hands are tied’ by other’s bad habits, limited resources, urgent important tasks? How many of us actually really are prepared to step out of our comfortable box with walls papered with excuses and blame – aka – ‘reasons why I can’t’? How many of us consistently find ourselves saying ‘Oh I can’t because so-and-so isn’t/hasn’t/won’t/didn’t …”? But the bigger question is, what did WE do to overcome the challenges the other person’s bad habits create for us? Did we just let ourselves off the hook, comfortable in having a scapegoat to enable our failure? Or did we just dive into the wave and trust that where there’s a will, there’s a way?

Access Consciousness

Recently a bubbly young woman, Christine Caruso, came back to visit Saint Lucia and I decided to let her ‘run my bars’. I was, to say the least, astounded at the effect it had on me – I am pretty sure part of that was that I am in a space where I’m open to any kind of positive vibe – and prior to going, I had no idea about what ‘access consciousness’ was about…I just got a really positive vibe off Christine and decided to go. And it was amazing. The verbal takeaway, conceptual really, was ‘what else is possible’: when we find ourselves butting up, as we so often do, against our tired old assumptions of how things are, or when we find ourselves desperately seeking answers or trying to bend life to our wishes… just stop and ask ‘What else is possible?’ Open yourself up to allow other options to float on in to your life instead of blocking the way with old assumptions that are most often negative.

The physical takeaway for me was also amazing – during the session I didn’t experience much other than becoming very, very relaxed and gradually seeing a rainbow of colour behind my eyes and eventually just lighter and brighter white light. When I got up, I felt physically taller. Really. I really felt taller. I could not wipe the glowing smile off my face either – I felt so much lighter and a deeper peaceful, joyous openness. My friends could not believe what they saw…yes, it was the ‘old me’ but to them I also appeared as I felt.

So, I went back a couple weeks later – and this is after researching what ‘the Bars’ are and realizing it is another of ‘those franchises’ that in principle I SO don’t like (I have a build-up of negative assumptions about them!). But I also realized, whatever the tool, how good it is relies almost entirely on how open we are to letting it work. And then of course, where therapy is going on, it relies also on how genuine the ‘therapist’ is – and with Christine, it was easy to place your trust in her because she just poured out good energy. Not the fake kind of hippy-happy all is light and good kind – genuine good energy – the kind that can exist even in dark places. These two combined, I think, are of fundamental importance for a positive result.

My second experience was completely different, having very physical effects during the session and no light shows this time J It was equally, but very differently, good.
Both the Access Consciousness Bars exercises and the Artist’s Way at Work I realized, work when we are really prepared to let go of our past that is so full of all the stored experiences of failure and denial and can’ts and won’ts and don’ts, should, must, mustn’ts etc and open up and really ask ourselves ‘What else is possible?’ and then, key, key point here…do it and keep on doing it until we have picked down each and every brick of our personal walls and built ourselves a nice sturdy set of steps, climbing as we go. 

What they, and any other system are not, is magic fixes that remove the need for us to take action, so my advice for the road…Open up and step up and keep remembering to actively seek to let go of the millions of assumptions we allow to cloud our good judgement. If you want a better life then you will, at some point has to embrace asking, from the core of your being, ‘What else is possible?’

Skip Monday, Saint Lucian Band - these guys love what they do and it shows! (photo Finola Jennings Clark, rights reserved)

Monday, May 2, 2016

Life in Time-Lapse





Dawn over the East coast Saint Lucia
A day passes by so quickly now. There was a time when hours would stretch beyond anything our imagination could fill them with. But now the years are like a few sleeps before Christmas. There is so much left to do. Like a time-lapse video of the beauty of night into day and spring into summer, autumn, winter, our breathing has sped up. The dawn sun rises in an lcd glow on our face with her sky filled with soft pinks and warm yellows in rgb. The early morning sun only warms our skin through the fading tinted windows of the suv as we ride a stranger’s bumper hard because we’re forced to go slow. Late. Late. Late again. For what?

We tell ourselves how wonderful it is that despite that we don’t see each other for months, years at a time and still find ourselves firm friends, that this is a good thing. It is a good thing, but why? Thank goodness and ever grateful for small mercies. Is it small mercy that we see so many of our friends at other friends’ funerals?
Time well spent

24 little hours, minute by minute, today. In the end, it is all we have and while money can certainly buy it, is it ever a seller’s market? Look around you. Do the math. Tomorrow is nothing but a figment of your imagination and Christmas is but a few sleeps away. Live well.

Tuesday, March 29, 2016

Maranatha Gardens - Prayer Gardens - Soufriere

Owened by The Beacon Restaurant's Hilary Charlemagne, these gardens are located on a hairpin bend in Colombette above Soufriere. They are free to view and I've driven past so many times thinking to myself I should stop. Well I did with my sister Liz yesterday. They are beautiful, serene even with a gaggle of noisy young women taking photos against the beautiful backdrop :)
Well worth making time for.
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I'll let the pictures talk for themselves:

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Sunday, March 6, 2016

The Wrongness of Rightness - repost from Sunrainor

"God Rays" photo by Finola, all rights reserved
I'm looking back at some of the over 200 posts I wrote over on Sun, Rain, Or... and I found this one - my second ever post, September 2008. Good recall for a Sunday I think - I still think just like this

It strikes me that a lot of people spend a lot of time trying to figure out who’s right and making sure people know it. Probably just one of those quirks of human nature that either is great at keeping us from paying attention to the glaring probability that the whole human race is pretty much not right, thus allowing mother nature to get on with the tiresome job of getting rid of us while our attention is diverted, or, is it nothing so exciting, just our mundane animal instincts; can’t give up on fighting for territory even if it’s just all in our heads.

Or maybe it’s got to do with our need to figure out what more there is to us than a few fleeting years here on planet earth and our uncomfortableness with admitting that we don’t actually know. There comes religion and the biggest right ‘n’ wrong tug of war there is.

I’m currently reading “The Secret”, living in very close proximity to a Jehovah’s Witness elder, belong to a family of Catholics, and I digest the world’s news daily and today was a slew of religious stories; so that combined with recent hullabaloo about how the mad scientists under the Alps are going to blow us all back to the Big Bang with their particle accelerator, well it’s no wonder I’m thinking about our obsession with being right about those pesky questions – Where did we come from? Why are we here? And by the way, who did this? And what on earth or elsewhere will happen after?

No answers to any of those here folks, sorry. But anyway, it’s not just about being right about religious beliefs – we humans have an insatiable need for righteousness. But for me, I’ve grown more and more towards the belief that when it comes down to it, it often seems that it’s so much more practical to accept that no such absolute exists. Not that I can in any way claim I always achieve such magnanimity myself. But really, let’s not even go into quantum physics where the possibilities become a bigger infinite than I can comprehend, but how can we possibly know the right and wrong of the most of it? There are just so many permutations and combinations within our own households let alone our countries and our world – it just strikes me as a little over important of us to really believe we “alone” have the right way.

I like to take a breath sometimes and put being right aside and see what becomes a possibility that I thought wasn’t there before. Yes, it’s important to be right on occasion – about the answers to the questions on an exam, following the map accurately back from the wilderness adventure, how much baking soda to put in the cake, labelling jars of dangerous liquids, what money you really have in your bank and such, but when it comes to judging a fellow human’s right to their views, their ways, their lives, I feel much more comfortable knowing it’s okay that I can’t possibly always be right. That opens so many more doors to me for discovery, understanding, enjoyment, peace and happiness and leaves me with a lot of energy to put into creating and enjoying the quirks and unexpected gifts of life as we don’t know it.

But just imagine if those burrowing scientists did bring about the end of the world – who would be right then? Or maybe we’re already in a parallel universe and we haven’t yet noticed. 

Ok, so what do you think? How do you view yours or other people's need to know?
Hunter's Moon at Dawn, photo by Finola, all rights reserved