Did not make the bed this morning, first time in months and months, it is what it is. Just love getting into bed every night and it being ready for me, it’s a care and love for myself that ends the day in a really beautiful, goodnight Fred, sent from morning Fred kind of way. Someone cares about me enough to care, it’s me, so what, who else should it be?
Honestly, if you can’t care about yourself how can you say you care about others? It does not make sense.
This is literally my journey, learning to care enough about myself to care. It is the path to freedom. My path and your path is the same path, yet it is completely different, but those differences are only the stories we let separate us.
Helping you understand this through my way is the intention here, and, to be honest, am really excited to open the subject more.
Stories, Reading your Guidebook, pretty sure it is in there. Talked about the scale of feelings, grief for example, and gave examples. The most important aspect is to recognise that you and I have both felt grief. I will never feel grief worse than I have felt, unless of course I feel it anew in the future, then this wil become the worst grief. You same thing, this is your understanding/knowing of grief, it is equally the worst grief there is as mine regardless the words that accompany it.
We both feel the worst grief, understanding?
Then the part we fail at, telling our stories. One of our stories is nowhere near as bad as the other, one of us is dismissed or dismisses ourselves as not being worthy of grief.
It does not matter, this story, the event, the occurence, the moment of trauma, whatever situation it was does not matter a lick. It is the feeling we share, the feeling unites us, we have both felt grief to the worst degree in which our circumstances have brought it to our experience. We both know grief, have felt it, equally, we both own the worst grief we will ever know.
Understanding this we get a greater grasp around the nuances of discrimination, how we all participate in it, discriminate against ourselves. Step one of your way, and my way, is to understand all the ways you separate yourself from yourself, others, and the natural world.
Stories, the things that get in the way of you being who you are, me being who I am, are our focus here. They are what leads to the creation of all separation.
Just to say it for the sake of saying it, am going to try really really hard to make the language much more accessible in the Groundskeeper part two. But, should I fail at times, highly recommend reading Part One – Aussie Refugee first, it’ll help you understand the complete intention behind this whole thing.
In summary that intention is;
Fucking peace.