Self Exploration
The Light At The End Of The Tunnel
Yesterday we took a trip to the old Crozet Tunnel. This tunnel in Afton was built through the Blue Ridge Mountains for trains in the mid 1800’s. It closed in 1944, but it was recently opened to bikers and pedestrians. In this photo I am standing on the east end of the tunnel pointing to a spec of light which is a mile away at the west end. Walking through the tunnel is beautiful and eerie. You need a flashlight because it is completely dark.
The light at the end of a tunnel is such a powerful metaphor as we all wait patiently for the grip of the Pandemic to loosen and end.
In my life I have known two different ways to hold this metaphor. The first one is waiting for the light at the end of a tunnel to finally appear or arrive—the hope that salvation is out there somewhere in the distance
The other is an on-going sense of hope and purposefulness that we might call faith. We all need a sense that things will get better, that we will arrive somewhere better. It can be a companion to us as we are progressing towards the light.
I have experienced my share of looking for the light at the end of a long tunnel through coping with chronic pain. When it began fifteen years ago, doctors were mystified and there was a lot of treatment that was driven by guesswork. I was on multiple medications and I had to give up a lot of things I had been enjoying in life. There were days when I was not sure I could keep on living. But I kept hoping for a light at the end of the tunnel.
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The Magic Of Second Chances
This time of year we all experience endings and we hope for new beginnings. We ambitiously make New Years resolutions but do we really believe in second chances?
Perhaps all of us have at least one precious item that we revisit at this time of year. For me it is a book I was given when I was four years old. Each year I try to gather children around on Christmas Eve and I read it to them. This year the reading took place with hot apple cider, safely spread around an outdoor fire.
The story is about a little old fashion (even for 62 years ago) doll named Miss Flora McFlimsey who was once loved by a little girl on Christmas morning but has long since been forgotten in the toy cupboard of the attic. She is very lonely and has only one visitor, Timothy Mouse.
One night Timothy Mouse is very excited because there are so many more crumbs than usual for him to eat and he tells her there is a tree growing right out of the living room floor. “Ah, it must be Christmas Eve” Miss Flora McFlimsey muses. And her inanimate body begins to creak and move. She feels like she would give anything to see one more beautiful Christmas tree.
Miraculously (there are lots of miracles) she makes her way down to the living room just as Santa is arriving. He is muttering under his breath, “Dear, dear, dear, I seem to have lost the doll for Diana in the snow storm on way here.” And then Flora McFlimsey steps out of the shadows and Santa says, “Well now my dear, it seems that I have seen you before. Oh my gosh you will be just the doll for Diana.” And he sets Ms Flora McFlimsey under the Christmas tree next to the doll in the stylish red dress and the bride doll and heads back up the chimney. Immediately the bride doll and doll in the red dress begin to make fun of Flora. After all she is quite shabby and worn and out of style. She feels so ashamed she wants to head back up to the attic where she belongs but all her joints have stiffened again and she cannot move.
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I WONDER WHY
As a teacher trained in Special Education I was taught to use every question children ask as a learning opportunity. “What is that,” the child asks pointing to a stop light. I would answer, “it is a stop light and watch it change colors, red, yellow and green. Red means stop, yellow means slow down and green means go.” In recent years, I have seen teachers in the Waldorf School respond differently. When a child asks a question (and inevitably children ask a ton of questions) the parents and teachers are likely to answer, “I wonder.”
Sensing the wisdom of this, I was challenged to change my approach and answer, “I wonder.” And it took me a while to understand the depth of this philosophy of letting children stay in the wonder and mystery of world, and find the answer for themselves when they are ready.
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I Can Be Very Mean To Myself – A Six Month On Line Class Begins in September
I can be very mean to myself – A Six Month On Line Course
Begins in September
During the Pandemic’s isolation, many of us have come face to face with….ourselves.
What we have found is it not always a great relationship. In fact we can be mean, dismissive and judgmental to ourselves. In this powerful monthly committed group we will learn how our pseudo solutions to avoid pain create much more pain and that actually going into the center of ourselves and our true feelings is easy and quick. The result is instant relief and aliveness. This is a practice and we will learn the tools to undo this pattern.
After attending this workshop series you will never be so mean to yourself again.
It is a promise!
We will meet the first Friday of each month from 11:00 – 1:00 pm EST – The class is limited to 20 people so reserve your spot soon. We will break the class into partners so that there can be a mid-month check in and practice and I am available as well. The cost is $300 and a monthly payment plan is available. Please email me at whubbard0@gmail.com with any questions or if you want to reserve a spot.
We will work with the following Pathwork Lectures and additional tools from modern psychology and neuroscience on the following dates
Friday September 4th #97 Perfectionism
Friday October 2nd #83 Idealized Self Image
Friday November 6th #190 Importance of Experiencing All Feelings, Including Fear – the Dynamic State of Laziness
Friday December 4th #114 Healthy and Unhealthy Struggle
Friday January 1st 2021 #201 Demagnetizing the Negative Force Field
Friday February 5th 2021 #212 Total Capacity for Greatness
Additional Reading Suggested – Radical Compassion , Tara Brach