Seeing Isn’t Believing

Eyes of Maitreya Buddha - third eye

 

People are divided into two groups:  those who must see it to believe it, and those who believe it before they see it and create it.  (Reread that!)

All the amazing inventions in history came from the “great invisible” through someone’s belief in an invisible idea.  Since we’re all not inventors on the grand scale, we can still live creatively by taking that principle and holding it as motivation.

This could be the vision of relationships, of a professional life, of daily life as a canvas upon which to paint a novel and mindful creation.

What interferes with this?  The “obvious” intrudes upon creativity.  There are material limitations that come through our senses and impair our ability to be creative.  Negative thinking, poor self-esteem, discouraging people, and setbacks are all culprits that get in the way of living with an open heart.  Living creatively means overcoming those obstacles with faith.

If those previously discouraging elements can be cues to look further within and overcome fear with grace and faith. Instead of waiting to see proof with our senses, curiosity and inner activity will provide our motivation.

The act of creativity isn’t reserved for artists, musicians and inventors.  The “third eye,” situated in the middle of the forehead in middle eastern faiths, represents wisdom beyond the senses.  We could also describe that as not needing to see it to believe it.

With love, Rosanne Bostonian

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“Despair = Suffering – Meaning”

Man's Search for Meaning

In his book “Man’s Search for Meaning,” Viktor Frankl documented his concentration camp incarceration during World War I.  As a psychiatrist, he gave meaning to his terrible experience by observing his fellow inmates closely.

What he discovered was those who made the conscious choice to give their lives meaning, survived at higher rates despite horrific conditions.  Those for whom each day had no meaning slipped into despair and gave up.

In the typical life, those with vibrant and energetic pursuits thrive while those who become passive observers don’t do as well.  We can see an illustration of this principle in retirees who envision a carefree life, but they find the lack of meaning taking its toll on their motivation and overall health.

The recent Parkland tragedy is another illustration.  Students and parents in that community have given the otherwise meaningless slaughter a purpose by taking on a variety of causes.  They made a choice.

The losses and tribulations of human life can either cause despair, or we can choose the antidote, “meaning.”  If we choose to invest our lives with purpose, we can thrive in painful circumstances.

Viktor Frankl stated that the last thing we relinquish is our freedom to choose a life with meaning.  It’s the one element no one can take regardless of circumstances.

I’m going to sit down and think of what gives my life meaning.  Sharing a few ideas through these blogs is definitely on the list.

With love, Rosanne Bostonian

Draining the Swamp

Draining the Swamp

Since I generally try to flip things over to see the other side, I was reflecting on our President’s goal of “draining the swamp.”  His campaign for the Presidency was based on “change,” and as an outsider. As a person from the business world, his battle cry was that he would expose the underbelly of the Washington establishment.

Oddly enough, his lack of guile and his vulgarity have brought to public view the narcissistic tendencies of those who seek power.  Back in the day, Franklin Roosevelt, Dwight Eisenhower, John Kennedy, Lyndon Johnson, Bill Clinton, etc, etc., were known to, shall we say, indulge in pleasures of the flesh outside of their wedding vows.  I’m sure some of the presidents in antiquity did the same.

Aside from extra-marital dalliances, presidents used vulgar language in the privacy of their meetings, and records of their phone conversations have disclosed a variety of “swampish” intrigues.  The fact that Mr. Trump, Tweeter for the Ages, is overt can in fact drain the swamp.  What was happening under wraps is now out for us all to see.  If we don’t like what we see, it is for us to self-examine and realize that our leaders are projections of our culture.  With eroding morals and a free-for-all attitude, why would we be surprised by the antics we’ve observed in his administration?

The standards to which we hold ourselves will be visible on a grander scale in those who we elect.  Maybe it’s not Mr. Trump who needs the only attitude correction.

With love,

Rosanne Bostonian

Random Encounters

city streets with snow and rain

 

Ever since the “Ear Bud Incident,” I’ve been more conscious of other people, their expressions and moments that can be shared randomly.  My momma didn’t raise a child that was incapable of learning from experience!

Today the weather was ridiculous, first snow then rain.  Shoveling that stuff was a back breaker, followed by my workout at the gym.  I was feeling really heroic leaving the gym, when a bus drove by and slammed me with a tsunami of street water.  If the ground wasn’t wet, I’d have sat down and cried.  But maybe I could have just had a good laugh!

From there it was to CVS to pick up a prescription.  My sweaty and soggy self was on line when I noticed that we were standing next to the condom aisle.  The woman ahead of me was starting to huff and puff because the service was slow, so I said, “Well, at least we can shop for condoms while we’re waiting.”  She cracked up and we both had a good laugh.

This was followed by the spring-loaded umbrella of the man behind me opening up on my derriere.  I turned around (yes, we were still in the condom aisle) and he was apologizing profusely when I said, “That thing is a lethal weapon!”  More laughter.

When I left the store, I passed a woman who was sloshing along looking miserable, and I said “Isn’t this delightful?”  To which she responded, laughing, “I’m enjoying every minute of it!”

The point is that we’re human and we share so much, yet we isolate ourselves based on distraction and unfamiliarity.  I’ll probably never see those people again, but maybe there is a little legacy, a footprint, left of one light hearted moment in time.  And maybe that’s enough.

With love,  Rosanne Bostonian

Family of the Heart

Family of the Heart

Amazing humans we are!  We’ve figured out ways to trace our DNA history and get to know our genetic ancestors.  There are options now to send a cheek swab to the lab and figure out where our ancestors came from.  We get to write our own sequels to the famous Alvin Haley book “Roots.”

Don’t tell anyone (ahem), but the previous generation can be both blessing and challenge.  If we’re fortunate, those relationships are authentic and filled with gratitude.  The fact is that some of those relationships are challenging and not what we would choose if they weren’t blood relations.

No worries, because we can create a Family of the Heart.  Some members of our blood clan can occupy that precious circle, while others are “ceremonial family members,” worthy of respect and a type of love.  But those we consciously choose on our Path are often a better match to our spirit than those we were assigned through ancestry.

Family of the Heart consists of our brothers and sisters of destiny.  They are those who mirror the most authentic spirit within us.  They are those who open our hearts and keep them open.

They know us in a deep way.  They accept us unconditionally.  Occupying this blessed circle are humans and sometimes our furry companions.  Regardless of what family-of-origin experiences we have had, Family of the Heart sustains, elevates and brings love into our daily experience.

Keep creating your “family” without genetic bias and with gratitude and (of course)…

With love,

Rosanne

Mini-Meditations

woman meditating

The whole notion of “meditating” can be intimidating.  We have images of Eastern folks sitting in ashrams with chanting monks in the background.  They seem transfixed and unfamiliar to the Western eye.  The imagery seems exclusive and in our rushed lives, impossible to implement.  And why would we “waste the time” when we’re only going to be sitting there thinking of what productive thing we could be doing instead!?

Steven Covey, in his book “The Seven Habits of Highly Effective People,” offers the practice of sharpening the saw.  He states that we can hack away at a tree with a dull saw, thinking we’re working hard and accomplishing something, or we can take the time to sharpen the saw and operate efficiently and effortlessly.

Maybe we don’t have to create a daunting ceremony to accomplish this and simply can take a moment here and there to close our eyes and breathe.  Maybe we can stop the mad rush and feel our own presence.  I call that a “mini-meditation.”

There are types of breathing that realign our scattered nervous systems.  One type is “4-6-8 breathing.”  Inhale to the count of 4, hold your breath to the count of 6, exhale to the count of 8.  Your nervous system will thank you!  Just noticing your scatter is a huge step rather than running on adrenal hormones to the point of burnout.

Quality of effort is more efficient that quantity of effort.  And it leaves time to read a blog from your friend Rosanne!

With love, Rosanne Bostonian