Noticing about Noticing

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Today I want to write about “Noticing”.  Because I have been noticing          about noticing. That noticing what we think, do and say and how and why we think, do and say the things we do seems to be a pretty important step on the  spiritual path. Some will call this “awareness”.  But I think what happens first as you start to become conscious is that you start to “notice”.   Suddenly there is an awareness  and then a questioning of the same or similar reactions to the same or similar circumstances.  In my experience, it’s like there is one of me watching while the other of me is reacting.  The one watching is saying something like – “oh- isn’t that interesting… why would I do/say/think THAT?”.  She is noticing where she never noticed before.  And questioning.  She is watching but still not able to stop the one doing from having the reaction.

Not yet anyway.

One of the things I have been “noticing” these last few weeks is how irritated I have been getting about things that really have nothing to do with me.  Of course at the time I think it has everything to do with me.  But somewhere along the line my higher self knows better.

There are my usual sources of annoyance which some of you may also be familiar with  -traffic, long lines, waiting interminably (ten or fifteen minutes)  for food at a restaurant  or the epitome of annoyance creation for me – being forced to dial, then deal with, any kind of customer service organization, especially ones where I cannot understand the person on the other end of the phone.

But over these last weeks I’d been “noticing” myself reacting to some events that are beyond the usual triggers.

For example. – I always get to my yoga class super early.  I have a favorite spot and like to procure it and claim it as if I own it.  In the corner, where I can have MY space, my privacy.  These things are very important to me.  Especially when I have to reach my arms out wide in a sun salutation or in a “T” while doing a twist on the floor and I’d rather not collide with the outstreteched arms of the person next to me.   But in general I just like my personal space.  Its just a pet peeve of mine.  I realize I may be more sensitive than most when it comes to this need and that is precisely why I get there early so I can get this space.  MY space.

As the room starts to fill up I can feel myself slowly become more and more anxious.  Now I’m in yoga class mind you.  Part of the experience is supposed to be about finding peace and love and acceptance most of all.  To reduce not enhance anxiety.  So not only am I  feeling a growing, gnawing anxiety about the increasingly crowded room,  I’m also starting to feel a good measure of guilt about it as well as at my egoic and selfish need for my space in what’s supposed to an environment of “oneness”.

A few minutes before class starts is when my level of irritation starts to really take hold.  I can feel the unease rising in my body.  I’m quietly but fervently trying to guard the precious little space left beside me.  Trying not to make it too obvious since that would be very un-yogi like, I use every ounce of silent, energetic power I have to place dominion over my precious space.  I pray, I beg, I whine under my breath.  I direct my thoughts to the space claiming it to be mine.  Reserving it with my energy..  Hoping those coming in the room will pick up on the vibration that reads  “Reserved for Shari.”

The door closes and we are about ready to start meditation.  By this time I have already used up a considerable amount of energy and invested some time in trying to protect my space.  It’s the prescribed starting time for class and I can see outside the studio window that there are still MORE people coming in!!!  My irritation level climbs to beyond what I can humanly control,  like a fever that shoots up uncontrollably leaving you shaken and delirious.    Don’t they know class is already started?  I know all are welcome at yoga but this is the West – what about our Western culture’s sacred respect for being on time?   Or what about not distracting meditation—so if this is an Eastern spiritual practice, isnt there something in the Eastern culture’s notion about respect about that??

But it seems that neither version of respect matters right now. People are still trickling in and we’re still supposed to close our eyes and breathe and go inward while they do.  I really want to go inward.  Ive been looking forward to this all day.  But I can’t while there is still all this outward disturbance.  Another pet peeve.  Am I the only one feeling this??

This is the point where I do start to take it personally.  It goes something like this inside of me:

 I’ve succeeded!.  I’ve managed to keep a few inches of precious space clear next to me.  And class officially started! And so did meditation!   I breathe a quiet sigh of relief.  Only one tiny little space left – aha – next to me!  Phew!!!!   The begging and the whining worked.   I can relax.  I can meditate.  Aaaaah….

Or so I thought.  So when the next person walks in late – and after meditation has already started no less – and I know the only little space left is the one next to me in the far corner of the room where I have been silently praying;  while the teacher says “welcome” in that warm and inviting way that all yoga teachers say “welcome” (even to people that are late to class) I am taken over by my lowest of  lower self.  The fever is at 106.  I’m no longer in control.  I open one of my closed meditative eyes, peek through it, see that no one else seems to be disturbed,  and nevertheless, find myself giving  that person who came in late and is threatening to take my space a very self-righteous evil eye!  Yes. I admit it. I do.  I tried the quiet begging. It didn’t work.  So what choice do I have??   I’m thinking the glare of my evil eye will help them see the light.  At the same time, I’m also “noticing” how personally I’m taking this.   As if that person has been plotting all day to orchestrate their arrival in class just to annoy me.  Because, you know – they really have nothing better to do.

And anyway my evil eye isn’t that evil or effective anyway.  “Plop” goes the mat right next to me.  Five minutes late and all.  Despite my best and all out efforts.  The Universe is obviously out to get me.

Now if this ain’t “ego”, I don’t know what is.

I guess we all have one.  Even me.  They remind us they are here all the time.

It doesn’t end there however.

In my parking garage later that day there is a car parked across from my spot that is clearly marked “NO PARKING ANY TIME”.  It’s the umpteenth time they are parked there.  Their license plate says “MK HOME” – as if to rub it in.  I’m appalled at this car owner’s lack of rule following.  Such injustice!  Another example.  I would never do that.  So why should/can they?   Obviously personal.  Yet again.  It’s starting to feel like a conspiracy.

And then to top it off,  there is a daily, almost hourly, incessant stomping /running/ bowling(?)/ I’m not sure what it is noise coming from the three year old  that lives above me.  Like clockwork – 8 a.m, noon, 6 p.m..  BANG BANG BANG.   Now you may be thinking my other two illustrations are just examples of me overreacting or over –personalizing. Even I eventually question myself.   But come on– this one is definitely directed toward me.  BANG BANG right above my head.  They know I live here.  What  nerve!   That three year old was clearly , deliberately placed there just to annoy me!  What else could it be?    This is SO about me!

By now, I’m exhausted.  I got nothing left.  The conspiracy against me is winning.

Just when I think I cant take anymore I am rescued.  Thank heaven for Eckhart Tolle whose New Earth podcast I’ve been listening to – again.  And I was reminded, it’s not personal.  Not any of it. It just “is”. My ego thinks it’s personal because it likes to feel that special, because egos are well– personal.    I could make a different choice. Surrender.  Surrender is not giving in or giving up.  Its just acceptance. It actually gives me power; it doesn’t take it from it me.  And in so doing I can see that there is no conspiracy at all and that nothing or no one is actually doing anything to me.  Its all my choice in how to view it, or resist it or not.

I have a moment of consciousness.  I take a very small, incremental step toward spiritual awakening by realizing everyone else is not thinking about or out to get  me.  None of this is proof of that.  In fact, most likely, everyone else’s own egos are too worried about themselves and all the traffic and long lines etc out to get them to be that concerned about me.  All our egos bumping into each other.

Until we take a step back for one small, sweet moment and just – notice….

Loving “Being” Love

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 “If I speak in the tongues of men or of angels, but do not       have love, I am only a resounding gong or a clanging cymbal.”          

                                                           Corinthians 

I have heard more than one person say lately that it’s  the “who” that you are “being” , not the “what” that you are “doing” that creates the results you get. This is true whether its at work, in life or  -I think – mostly in love.

In the world of HR and OD that I have been in and still frequent, I often hear references to the distinctions between “being” versus “doing” and how they relate to the difference in the kinds of results each produces or the kinds of results that are produced  one without the other.  The teachers and believers of authentic leadership development – of which I am one- understand that who we are being is what we ultimately create. It stands to reason then, that the higher level of consciousness we choose to operate from, then the higher level of outcome we create.

Yet, this seemingly basic understanding still eludes so many of us.  We so easily slip into using anger, or fear, or controlling, or competitiveness or whatever the corporate or social culture has programmed us to use to get what we seek.  And then we wonder why at this level of “being” we wind up creating more of the same.  Not getting what we say we want. Or not as powerful as it could have been. Sometimes, maybe it looks like we did, but upon closer inspection there is usually a cost.  And not a pretty one.  Bruised egos. Burn out. Lack of purpose. Hurt feelings. Drudgery.  Betrayal. Ethical transgressions.  Or, if not now, somewhere down the road the price gets paid.  Numbers and bottom lines, and material manifestations are not the only indicators of our success nor the most important ones.  Sometimes they even mask a deeper truth. Or cause us to be misguided in the quest to achieve them.

I started to think about this concept and how it related to my own life apart from work.  In February, I made a choice to marry a man that lives 3000 miles away.  For a number of reasons neither of us were able to move across the country at this time in our life.  But we made the decision to marry anyway.  Many people have asked me why we would do that?  I don’t know that I have always had a good answer.  But the true answer is we got married for love.  And we put our faith in the knowing that our love would show us the way. Plain and simple.

Soon after we married, we decided as man and wife we “should” “figure out” how to live together and that it needed to happen soon.  Mostly me since I was the one telling myself that I HAD to make decisions about employment and mortgage expenses and health challenges and HAD to have a PLAN lest my life crumble before my eyes.  He was already retired and still had children living at home so there was less for him to “settle”.  Or so I told myself perhaps not wanting to admit to some neuroses and need to control on my part.  (Who me?)

In the ensuing months we struggled, fought, withdrew, pursued, pushed, blamed and created a tsunami strength’s level of frustration over trying to “figure out” how to be together.  At least I did. Suddenly we looked up and we saw that tsunami’s commanding wave of energy heading right our way determined to decimate the energy of love and faith that had brought us together. However, the build up of this energy, bent on destroying us and destroying Love itself, was not created by some supernatural force of an earthquake out at sea, but by one we ourselves created in our own backyard.

Having been reminded about the notion that who we are “being” is what creates the results of our life, I started to look at who I was “being” in my relationship with this man that I love to create the very opposite of what I set out to.  I realized I had been so attached to  “outcomes” and controlling them through any means possible, that I forgot about how to “be”.  Be what?  Why, be “Love” of course.  Maybe I just never learned how.  I started to feel myself shift in the understanding that detaching from the “outcome” is really the only way to any outcome, if there ever really are any “outcomes” at all since I’m beginning to think more and more that all there is, is constant evolution.

In the wake and retreat of the tsunami a new reality appeared.  I don’t have to have all the answers or maybe any answers at all. ( I don’t? ) And it doesn’t have to “look” a certain way one way or the other. ( It doesn’t? .)   Nothing has to be “figured out”.  There are no “shoulds”.  The only template I need to follow is what my heart, my soul, my intuition and the Universe tells me.  It doesn’t matter what anyone else thinks.  No one. After receiving their guidance is the best time to then use this beautiful machine that is my mind to carry out their wishes. In so doing, I use it instead of it using me.

And if in this process I choose to “be” Love instead of anger, fear,  jealousy and blame then guess what –  that is exactly what I can expect to create!

It really is THAT simple.

For a long time I think I measured how much love there was in my life by how much of it I was getting. And often in my quest to “get it”, sometimes somewhat desperately, my way of “being” has been arguably not so pleasant to others and/or self-deprecating to myself.  I’m seeing more and more that love is not about what we “get” – at all.  It is only about what we give and how we give of ourselves.  And, in doing so, I’m pretty sure that we can’t help but receive Love too.  Its impossible not to.

I don’t know why it takes 54 years to learn this.  It’s a truth that we are born knowing then unlearn somehow.  But, I think I AM learning.  Learning how to “be”.  Mostly, learning how to “be” when loving another human being, especially one that is a partner in life and love, but also with my children, my parents, my friends, the check out person at the grocery store.  And yes, even at work. Maybe mostly at work.  Coming from LOVE does not undermine the bottom line.  It enhances it.

I’m not perfect at this “being love” thing yet by any means – I’m sure my husband, children, friend and  parents would vouch for that.  But I am awake.  And learning about  and loving  “Being Love”