Showing posts with label heightened awareness. Show all posts
Showing posts with label heightened awareness. Show all posts

Friday, September 28, 2012

Transcendence


     “a state of being or existence above and beyond the limits of material experience”

Just as we are all dichotomies, so we all have characteristics that can be viewed as both our blessing and our curse. One of those characteristics for me is my ability to feel deeply. My ex-husband would watch on with both frustration and awe as I covered the spectrum of human emotion in a matter of minutes, and then with ease, could carry on with the rest of my day. He once said the sky I saw was much bluer than the one he saw, but that the pain I felt was deeper too.

            Living life that way is a rich experience, and one that can enable a person to not fear what lay within him or herself. But sometimes when a person is handed too much over a span of time, he or she shuts down emotionally; a coping mechanism.

At the time I didn’t realize it, but it happened to me. I handled the experiences being handed to me with an “evenness” previously unknown to me. And so it was for several years, and it occurred to me that maybe I had learned transcendence; the ability to rise above and beyond the limits of material experience.

Then one night as I sat gazing at the stars, I realized my sense of awe was diminished. As I thought about many of the events I had faced over the previous few years, I also recalled that I had never shed any tears. The words to the Eagle’s Desperado played in my head-- “You’re losing all your highs and lows, aint’ it funny how the feeling goes away--” and I got it; I was numb. While the absence of the lows was nice, life without the highs is a flat life indeed. With that recognition, the tough exterior that shielded me for several years began to soften, and I got hurt. I sat on a friend’s couch sobbing, recalling how awful it was to feel something so deeply. Later that night, a favorite phrase from Kahlil Gibran’s The Prophet, came into my mind:

        “The deeper that sorrow carves into your being, the more joy you can contain.”

            Gibran’s poetic wisdom both gave me pause to reconsider the concept of transcendence and reminded me of the richness that exists in this physical experience we have chosen. Human emotion is a critical part of that experience. With that awareness, maybe healthy transcendence is not so much about responding to what life throws our way by immediately rising above it. Perhaps it is ultimately about how we respond when we find ourselves in that deep well of human emotion.

Blessings,
Sheryl

Thursday, November 5, 2009

Message from the Author

Bless my dear friends who urged me to get this book out, because without the urging of the many in my life such as they, I may never have had the courage to put Timeless Waters in writing. So now that this page is in place, and a book is in final form, I need to do something with it. But what exactly?

That question causes me to go back in my memory to eight years ago when the story itself began to unfold. Many words describe that time: unbelievable, remarkable, exciting, challenging, difficult, and maybe a little toxic. But I knew it was significant. If someone so average as myself could have such an experience, anyone could!

So I took to task, in the midst of raising toddlers and running a non-profit, to writing about the experience. My reason? Evolution of consciousness is inevitable. The rate of that evolution may vary depending on the threads that are woven together to form the tapestry of our lives. But regardless of the nature of an individual's tapestry, the first step in evolution of consciousness is within one's self. That is what the book is really about.

I make no claims of a literary masterpiece, nor did I strive for it. What it is, however, is a small seed. If the ground of your mind and soul are fertile, you may find yourself on your own unique journey to a heightened awareness and understanding of Self. Therein you will find something wonderful--your own timeless waters.

Blessings,

Sheryl