Life SHOULD Be Different to How It Is Right Now

I find it very useful to inquire into the “Shoulds” that pop up in my mind about me or others or the world. Shoulds are all about the idea that Life SHOULD Be Different to How It Is Right Now.

Well, is that really true? It’s so interesting to get curious, to take a look at that idea, see what happens when a Should is running my life in the moment, what the effect is of that thought.

Here’s an informal but nevertheless serious inquiry into a thought that’s been lurking around in the corner of my mind for a few days….today I nabbed it, sat it down and questioned it.

I should feel creatively inspired right now.
Is that true?
Really? What’s your reality right now?
I don’t feel inspired. I feel tired and spent. My neck really aches!

So how do you treat yourself when you believe this idea?
I judge myself, put me down, see me as all used up as an artist, nothing to say, nothing to give, pointless. I get depressed. Feel hard done by. Feel flat and empty in my chest. Feel resentful at life. It’s not fair! Do a bit of inner tantrum.

And how do you treat your recent artworks when you believe this idea?
I devalue them, discount them. I disconnect from them. Ignore them. Compare them with other artists’ work and see mine as washouts.

So is this idea that you should feel creatively inspired right now, a stressful thought or is it peaceful?
Very stressful, really painful.

So who would you be without this idea that you should be creatively inspired, right now?
Mmmm……I notice I start to let go of some holding in the body…. start to sink into and accept the tiredness……that feels better…… I actually expand…… relax more.
Without the thought I get more present…… feel more at ease…….mind quietens.

Turnaround: I shouldn’t be creatively inspired, right now.
Truer – I’m committed to do a lot of work this week. I‘m now recognizing this just isn’t the moment for getting creative in the art studio. Now is for taking a rest between work activities.
I step out of pushing to be the “ideal me” into a more real view of this moment.
And wow, now my neck hurts a lot less! Aaaaahhhh….better!

You’re Not Emotionally Healed? Is That True?

Lost_2005_HelenaWeaver_cSitting with a client today, wandering through the landscape of “there’s something wrong with me” we came across the subtle variant: “I’m not emotionally healed.”

You’re not emotionally healed?  Is that true? I asked.

I can find where I plug into this idea too. It’s such a common one – so many of us get caught up in it. As I examine this concept I am struck by how conditional life is when I believe this powerful thought. How I am now is not enough. Images arise of the ideal me I should be, in the future, when fully emotionally healed: A me who’s shiny and glowing, my life perfectly sorted out, everything tidy and optimum. Ahhhh…..

By comparison, now looks inadequate, provisional, a getting by, apologetic, even shameful. After all, I’m not emotionally healed – and obviously I should be. The more I examine what it feels like to believe this idea, the more my energy drops, my body subtly slumps. I see how I mortgage the present, promise myself to become a me in a future that never actually manifests, and carry an inner image of myself as insufficient and deficient. I watch this state of mind breeds an anxious striving to get better, to fix myself, that creates an impossible goal I must always fail to achieve. This is so stressful.

Who would I be without this thought I am not emotionally healed? If I didn’t place this criteria upon myself, what would now feel like?

Interesting… I notice the categories of “emotionally healed” or “not emotionally healed” begin to dissolve. It’s like watching boxes crumble. What if I can’t use these categories to assess myself? What if I don’t stick these labels on my feelings?

There’s a moment of disorientation, an unfamiliar sense of space where the boxes were. A layer of shame loosens and dissolves. And my actual current emotions, feelings and sense of body become foreground.

I start to notice them directly and with curious interest in them instead of using any stressful or painful ones as proof that I am not emotionally healed.  There’s a turning towards the feelings, an acceptance of them. A listening to them, to their messages. Some are telling me I need more sleep than I’ve got lately. And that I ate too much chocolate yesterday. Others tell me I’m still a bit disappointed about something that happened recently. It feels good to pay more attention to them, to allow them to express themselves. To give them time and to take in their information.

As I continue to ask the question, who would I be without the thought that I’m not emotionally healed, my sense of myself expands, I feel lighter and freer. I feel more present, more awake, things brighten up, my body sits up, there is more ease.

The future drops away, together with the urge to strive to be better. My body begins to deeply relax. Tight places loosen. And a conceptual space appears within and around me, free of categories of emotional healing. I feel less defined, more spacious.

I just am. Just life living itself, experiencing this and that, is all.

The Frog On The Road




The Frog On The Road.

I walk down a narrow country lane in near darkness. Something small moves on the road before me, a small frog crossing from side to side, almost invisibly. I walk on. A car comes around the bend ahead, and I turn back, bending, searching for the frog. The car stops, waits. I find the frog and scoop up its damp little body, wave the car by, place the frog in the grass verge and walk on home.

Is there a frog now alive that would have been squashed by the car, alive because of me? I can’t know. Maybe. Maybe the car would have missed it. Am I more alive after that brief encounter? Unquestionably! The moment, dancelike, lit up my heart. I love finding myself becoming a frog crane for a moment. Did I move the frog for the frog’s sake or for mine? I thought it was for the frog’s sake, but no, I see it was for mine. I could not have done other. It was choiceless. It was all for me. I could not have done that to myself, walked on with the image of a possibly squashed little frog in my mind. Left it to its fate.

Yet, what of other cars? What if another car comes along, later, while the frog is renewing its attempt to cross the road? Indeed. I don’t know. Literally. It is not in my path now. I don’t see it as my job to set up camp by the road, spend my nights saving frogs. If I found myself moved to do so, I would. I don’t, though. I was moved to continue on.

For me, that moment happened to show me thoughtless action, kind action, instant action, my true nature responding to itself.

This particular Katism is one of my favourites. Everything happens to me, feels like the sigh of the victim, feeling out of control of life, battered, helpless, overwhelmed. That’s been a familiar state of mind for me for years, underpinned by another fault, this shouldn’t be happening to me, it shouldn’t be like this!

Everything happens for me, not to me, opens me to another view altogether. It’s an extraordinary feeling of everything turning around, opening out  before me, for me to see, to appreciate and, or to wonder at. I see that for a nanosecond I wondered whether to try to save the frog. Wondered what the car driver thought. There would have been a time when I would have hesitated too long, and lost the opportunity. Fear of what the other thought of me would have embarrassed me, frozen me, I’d have carried on, covered up, pretended, shut down to feelings within. I’d have feared looking stupid. Felt awkward for holding the driver up. Now I see, in the mirror of that moment that none of that happened. Barely a trace of those fears was present. Instead I noticed what it feels like to act without fear, how fluid and effortless it was. What a delight it was.

Questioning what we think and discovering what is really true for us….


The Work of Byron Katie is a process of inquiry through which we can examine the stressful stories we have about our lives, that cause us confusion and suffering.

What is a story?

Well, any thought can be a story – he should understand me, for example. Even a single thought like that one creates an certain expectation inside us – and so creates tension and suffering – as we look at someone else and feel something is missing from our relationship, something that we feel ought to be available from them. We treat them differently then.

The Work of Byron Katie is a process of questioning our thoughts to see if they are really true for us. We tend to assume they are – because we’ve never stopped to look and ask ourselves.

When we question a thought like he should understand me using The Work of Byron Katie, we can notice the effect on us and on our relationship to another, of thinking this thought, of living out of this expectation. We can notice how it causes us stress and unhappiness. How it even creates tension and contraction in our bodies.

The process of inquiry then guides us into the experience of exploring and discovering what it would be like to be without that thought dominating – however subtly – our attitude to someone in our life. The Work gives us an opportunity to look into the world that emerges when we don’t hold onto the thought. 

My own experience of doing The Work on this thought and other thoughts like it, is that, as a result, an unimagined inner freedom emerges – together with a quieter, more peaceful mind. And I have seen how my relationships change, becoming free of resentment and manipulation. Then love flows naturally and easily….