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Wednesday, November 28, 2012

I feel stuck....

I have heard the expression, "I feel stuck" a number of times in the last week, and it got me thinking about what is "being stuck". We all seem to know when we are stuck, so what is it that we are recognizing about the sensations in our bodies or thoughts in our minds that creates this knowledge?  Maybe we can deconstruct this "stuckness" a bit to make it easier to recognize when it knocks on our front door for the next visit.
 

I would like to move away from just the story we tell ourselves about "being stuck, as I think what is required is a more intimate relationship to "stuckness". One that informs our experience. Liberation is not knowing.....it is feeling. Let's start by "not knowing".

We usually just tell ourselves the story of "being stuck". The story tells us about the experience of finding ourselves thinking and telling stories about the same painful state of body and mind over and over again. Even when we understand that this thinking, and the retelling of this story is simply causing us more harm, we watch ourselves persist with the telling and the harming. We say "I thought I had dealt with this; why is it here again?". So there is a perception that this uncomfortable state of being is revisiting....without our consent. We had believed that this obsessive, not invited, state of mind had disappeared permanently and would not visit again. We had conquered this demon. What is it doing at my front door? How frustrating it is to see it's harmful effects again. 

Maybe it would help to just work with the feeling and the impermanence of feeling.

What is the experience of being stuck.? Just one question will do.....what is it?

I would first like to share a lovely metaphor by Mark Nepo. The metaphor challenges us to have patience. Patience is the understanding that we have everything that we need right now. And it insists that we access our faith in the "unstoppable current of the Spirit".

"Though we cannot see it, our life is carried in an open vessel that some mystics have called the soul. Think of it as a canoe. Anyone who has been in a canoe or rowboat knows that if left alone, the boat will drift. In a stream or river, the current will carry us, but we need from time to time to paddle or row, to steer our way back to where the current is clear and strong.
This is the purpose of faith; to believe that this current is there even though we can't see it. And this is the purpose of will; to correct our inevitable drifting with a paddle here and a paddle there, not trying to do it all ourselves, but trying to restore our native position in the ancient and immediate current, so it can carry us into tomorrow.
This image also gives us a way to understand our humanness and our need for inner practice. For when a canoe drifts left or right, or gets stuck in the roots of an old willow, it is not wrong or evil or lacking in character. It is just being a canoe. Likewise, our rush to judge ourselves and others for what goes wrong, or not as we planned, is a distraction from engaging the nature of living, which is drifting and steering.
With discernment but without judgement, the human journey is one of steering our way back to center over and over. So, this is really about learning the art of canoeing."

I think that when we wake up and find the same thoughts and feelings that we had worked so hard at not thinking or not feeling again. I think we may have just fallen asleep in the canoe. Because of moments or even days of not experiencing the uncomfortable feelings, we have been lulled into unconsciousness. We have relaxed into the feeling of permanence of this comfortable place (let's call this place the "status quo") and forgotten that the canoe needs mindful attention to stay in the middle "where the current is clear and strong".

We have been so distracted. Lets face it, sleep is the ultimate distraction. We have not been present enough to catch the first sensations in the body and the arising of the urge to tell a story about it. Now the demon is sitting in your living room with your favorite coffee cup in his hand, telling you the same old obsessive story about why you have uncomfortable feelings. And you don't remember inviting him in or serving him coffee. And he is seductive with his story. The story is well written. It wasn't developed in an hour....many sleepless nights have been devoted to just the right story. It is an opera.

 Now it is not as easy as grabbing your best oar and gently steering yourself to the center. Your canoe is clearly in the willow roots. You may be so deep in the roots that it is necessary to get out of the canoe and into the mud to push it towards the route to clear water. I guess it would depend how long you have been absent from your canoe.

What is it?

First come the feelings. Be mindful as much as you can in your day about what is going on in your body. Take a moment in your day to return to the present moment and feel your body. Breath deeply into the contractions that you find. Release them with your out breath. If we can catch the energy in your body ("I feel alittle uncomfortable in my stomach right now")...and use your breath as your oar.....we are back to the center with a small adjustment.

If we don't catch the feelings, then they escalate. As they will. God bless them....they are our teachers. They plead for our attention.

Then comes the reaction. The reaction says this is good or bad. "I feel very uncomfortable..... I hate the way I feel..... I am not supposed to feel like this....other people don't have these feelings..... I need to make it go away". Already we have moved away from this just being impermanent energy in your body. We are already into our comparative study of our suffering.  The running away has begun.
We run to our story of our suffering.

Now comes the thoughts. Let the nasty story of blame, hatred and self pity begin. We begin to generate desperate obsessive thoughts. This is the running.  Obsessive thoughts about our pain are like a train traveling faster and faster along the tracks. We can put on the brakes, but the train does not stop right away. Now we are deep in the weeds and the mud. Returning to the center will take some effort and concentrated focus.

Be gentle with yourself. Now is the time of compassion for all humans. We share this place with everyone. This is our human nature at work. Do not feel alone. We just need to return. Life is just returning over and over again.  This is why we practice.

The treatment is the same. Stop. Stay. And Breath. Create no more movement in the wrong direction. Go to the present moment and stay there until your canoe is directed back to the safe, unimpeded current of the universe.

How would we recognize "not being struck". This may be helpful so we can remember to be grateful when we have used our oar skillfully and mindfully to make the necessary adjustments to the river.

Let me try.....stuck is very familiar to me....I am not so mindful about when I am not stuck. This is how it would feel to me in this present moment.

It would be light and flowing, like water. I think I may fly a little off of the ground. No. I am not off the ground, it is just that the feeling for me would not be so heavy as being stuck. However, it would have some earth in it. Just enough earth to stay stable and keep my balance and enough air to keep it light. Like birds need some earth so they can fly through the sky. Just enough earth not to fall to the ground. There would be no extra effort required. Just the right amount of effort for the task. The breath would flow deeply into my body and escape effortlessly, right to the small gap of no air at the end of the breath. I would rest for a moment there. I would feel the "no breath" and not be afraid. I would access my faith in the next good moment of life. Complete letting go of the past breath. And then an involuntary expansion of the body to receive the present breath, all fresh and clean and new.

just this is enough

Nx




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