A CONVERSATION WITH LONELINESS
"I feel lonely."
"Wonderful! An invitation to meet loneliness. Drop the word 'loneliness'. Feel the sensations directly in the body. Where do you feel it?"
"In my stomach. Like an empty feeling..."
"Great. So drop the word 'empty'. Contact what's actually there".
"It feels... alive. Tingly. Warm."
"Yes. Good. Stay with it."
"It feels soft. Tender. A bit sad....... It feels like... life."
"Good. Let's stay there awhile. Let's give the sensations the gift of kind attention, without trying to change them. Allow all thoughts and images to come and go too. What else do you notice where you are?"
"It's strange. It's easing. There's more space around the loneliness. Like it's held in... space..."
"Does that spaciousness feel lonely?"
"No. Not at all. It feels... intimate. Close. Alive."
"So not lonely then?"
"No, not at all. I feel like I can breathe again..."
When we stop distracting ourselves, and courageously dive into the heart of any feeling, positive or negative, right or wrong, we rediscover the vast ocean of who we are.
"I feel lonely."
"Wonderful! An invitation to meet loneliness. Drop the word 'loneliness'. Feel the sensations directly in the body. Where do you feel it?"
"In my stomach. Like an empty feeling..."
"Great. So drop the word 'empty'. Contact what's actually there".
"It feels... alive. Tingly. Warm."
"Yes. Good. Stay with it."
"It feels soft. Tender. A bit sad....... It feels like... life."
"Good. Let's stay there awhile. Let's give the sensations the gift of kind attention, without trying to change them. Allow all thoughts and images to come and go too. What else do you notice where you are?"
"It's strange. It's easing. There's more space around the loneliness. Like it's held in... space..."
"Does that spaciousness feel lonely?"
"No. Not at all. It feels... intimate. Close. Alive."
"So not lonely then?"
"No, not at all. I feel like I can breathe again..."
When we stop distracting ourselves, and courageously dive into the heart of any feeling, positive or negative, right or wrong, we rediscover the vast ocean of who we are.
Every feeling is made of unspeakable intelligence.
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