Comfort Zone
Jul. 25th, 2022 09:30 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
poliphilo Helen, my QHHT therapist sent me a quote from one of Neale Donald Walsh's books, "Life begins at the end of your comfort zone".
Yes.
If we'd wanted a life of parasols and Daquiris we'd have chosen another planet. This one is designed to stretch us.
BTW, I think I may have found a table to get my feet under at the Quaker Meeting House. Friendly, elderly people. Seven of them, eight counting me. I got to speak to them all.
And I love silence.
Silence isn't an absence of sound. It's the matrix in which sound is embedded. I've been resisting saying "like pieces of fruit in jelly (jello, if you're Stateside)" because it's not very elevated, but that's the image I've got in my mind. Silence is definitely this thing- cool, translucent, gleaming- and when you pay attention to it you hear all sorts of things- something electric purring, a burst of speech only you're not listening to the words and- this being Eastbourne- gulls going screech, screech, screech. The sounds are interesting but they don't snag your attention. They pass on by (here's a more elevated metaphor) like leaves on a stream...
But, all is not clear and smooth at the Meeting house. They're in the throes of a crisis involving officers who may or may not have resigned without giving notice. Still, as one of the smarter, younger members said, "A crisis is what you make of it. It's only as big as you think it is..."
If you can extend your comfort zone to encompass whatever life throws at you, well- that's mastery...
Yes.
If we'd wanted a life of parasols and Daquiris we'd have chosen another planet. This one is designed to stretch us.
BTW, I think I may have found a table to get my feet under at the Quaker Meeting House. Friendly, elderly people. Seven of them, eight counting me. I got to speak to them all.
And I love silence.
Silence isn't an absence of sound. It's the matrix in which sound is embedded. I've been resisting saying "like pieces of fruit in jelly (jello, if you're Stateside)" because it's not very elevated, but that's the image I've got in my mind. Silence is definitely this thing- cool, translucent, gleaming- and when you pay attention to it you hear all sorts of things- something electric purring, a burst of speech only you're not listening to the words and- this being Eastbourne- gulls going screech, screech, screech. The sounds are interesting but they don't snag your attention. They pass on by (here's a more elevated metaphor) like leaves on a stream...
But, all is not clear and smooth at the Meeting house. They're in the throes of a crisis involving officers who may or may not have resigned without giving notice. Still, as one of the smarter, younger members said, "A crisis is what you make of it. It's only as big as you think it is..."
If you can extend your comfort zone to encompass whatever life throws at you, well- that's mastery...
