Our Greatest Longing Is To Be Intimate.

Perhaps The Biggest Tragedy Of Our Lives Is That Freedom Is Possible, Yet We Can Pass Our Years Trapped In The Same Old Patterns...we May Want To Love Other People Without Holding Back, To Feel Authentic, To Breathe In The Beauty Around Us, To Dance And Sing. Yet Each Day We Listen To Inner Voices That Keep Our Life Small.

I Think Of Depression As The Mechanism That Pushes Down The Pain Of That Loss. It Tries To Distance Us From The Loss But It Lowers Our Whole Energy Level. I Think That's A Pervasive Way We End Up Responding To Loss Or The Anticipation Of Loss. Natural But Not Necessary.

Pain Is Not Wrong. Reacting To Pain As Wrong Initiates The Trance Of Unworthiness. The Moment We Believe Something Is Wrong, Our World Shrinks And We Lose Ourselves In The Effort To Combat The Pain.

My Prayer Became 'may I Find Peace... May I Love This Life No Matter What.' I Was Seeking An Inner Refuge, An Experience Of Presence And Wholeness That Could Carry Me Through Whatever Losses Might Come.

In Bullfighting There Is An Interesting Parallel To The Pause As A Place Of Refuge And Renewal. It Is Believed That In The Midst Of A Fight, A Bull Can Find His Own Particular Area Of Safety In The Arena. There He Can Reclaim His Strength And Power. This Place And Inner State Are Called His Querencia. As Long As The Bull Remains Enraged And Reactive, The Matador Is In Charge. Yet When He Finds His Querencia, He Gathers His Strength And Loses His Fear. From The Matador's Perspective, At This Point The Bull Is Truly Dangerous, For He Has Tapped Into His Power.