Why Trust Is Important

Sneak Peek into the recently released book:  Love, Trust & Pixie Dust.

Excerpt from Chapter 3: It Is What It Is.

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“My life has been filled with many misfortunes, most of which never happened.”  ~ Mark Twain

Why Trust Is Important

Why Should We Trust Life?

Cliches become cliches mostly because they speak the truth.  So whether you loathe or love the cliche It Is What It Is, there’s a whole lot of truth in it.  That said, why should we even bother trusting?

One of my dear friends decided to play Devil’s Advocate one day, and sent me an email asking, “Why should we trust life?”  I say Devil’s Advocate because he wasn’t asking the question expecting a response, but rather for me to consider how I’d respond to someone reading my blog or even to you sitting here now, holding this book and wondering, Yeah, why should I trust life?

There is a simple, one-word response to the question — and that word is:  Peace.  Being at peace in our everyday lives is the ultimate end goal and reason behind why we trust.  Trust unlocks the door to peace.  But there’s more….

The Crux of the Matter:  What IS Versus What IF

Peace is why we trust, yes, but there’s more.  First off, put yourself in the mindset of thinking of trusting life as a series of events.  The series starts with the awareness/acceptance of What IS, which in many cases is the same as letting go.  Essentially, What IS, is looking at a situation and NOT inserting layer upon layer of What IF:  “What IF I lose my job?  What IF he leaves me?   What IF I get sick?”  No, no, no.  What IS means being grounded in seeing the truth, in not inventing the stuff that makes our heads spin out of control.

Think:  whatever you are worrying about or holding on to (the What IF) and imagine yourself letting go of those What IFs and seeing What Truly IS.

Once you are aware and accept What IS, the enormous amount of energy you were giving to the worry — or the What IFs — now ends.  It has no power over you.  This is key, because before you are aware and accept What IS, your mind races with thoughts of worry and fear.  Thoughts of What IF often lead to the invention of entirely fictitious situations (which I, and Mark Twain might add, hardly ever end up happening).  These ungrounded thoughts are what take up so much unnecessary energy.  They often lead to more worry, more fear.  You become restless and irritable, you lose sleep.  The snowball effect is in full force at this point.  The “monkey-mind” is cranked up in high gear, jumping from one thought to another and another, not easily quieted.  I think it’s pretty safe to say we’ve all experienced monkey-mind to one degree or another.

Field of Pure Awareness

It is when we become aware, and accept What IS, that the monkey-mind quiets, and we can Be.  Once we are in a state of Being, we are able to observe moment by moment, from the highest field of all, Pure Awareness.

Now, if it has all made sense up to this point, but I just lost you with the Pure Awareness comment, hang tight.  I want to take it a step further and deeper.  Once you’re observing moment by moment, no longer in the worry-place and completely out of the monkey-mind chatter, whatever action you take will be in harmony with this field of Pure Awareness.  Therefore, whatever action you take will be for the highest good for all.  Remember the Sufi story of the warrior and his bride?  (from Chapter 2)

By trusting life, we accept What IS, quieting the conflict in the monkey-mind and freeing us to observe and then act from Pure Awareness, which will be for the highest good of all.  Operating for the highest good of all also takes us to the next level:  Life is not just about us at an individual level, but as living beings we are all connected in a very intimate way.  For that reason, operating for the highest good of all is something to strive for.

By trusting, we marry our free will with the Divine, knowing that we are taken care of.  We are not alone in our worries or our struggles.  We are never alone.

You are never alone.

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I have attempted to explain in words what is a knowing within me.  I encourage you to add to these concepts, question them, mold them and make them yours, changing the verbiage to suit your taste.  In doing so, you will land on your Truth, something that resonates and works for you.

Take a moment to consider how you typically approach life.  Which side of the cattle guard do you tend to hang out on?  The What IF side or the What IS side?  Depending where you are on the spectrum will immediately tell you what your beliefs are about how trust works.  And by the way, this has nothing to do with religion.  You may be the most religious person out there, attending every mass and service offered, yet between each mass, each service — maybe even during each one — you’re worrying about all of the What IFs in your life.  Becoming aware and accepting What IS is a spiritual belief and practice that anyone can adopt, regardless of religious beliefs.

 

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My Gift from Don Miguel Ruiz

Don Miguel Ruiz, A Remarkable Man

To summarize a two hour lecture on Life, Death, Matter, and Energy is not easy.  So I won’t.  What I will share are highlights and insights I learned from listening to don Miguel Ruiz, author of The Four Agreements, speak in Austin, TX this past weekend.

In the traditional storyteller fashion, this man: teacher, author, and apparent to anyone experiencing his presence, a very gentle spirit, wove a beautiful story.  A story of his Truths.  So soft spoken, at times he was barely audible, silence permeating the backdrop of his words.  There was respect in the room that could be felt.  And a twinkle in his eye that could be seen.

In “Don Miguel Ruiz, From Surgeon to Shaman,” I shared a brief recap of the past ten years of Ruiz’s life.  Massive heart attack, followed by nine weeks in a coma, and the wait/pain he endured leading up to his heart transplant.  What Ruiz shared Saturday night were the details that filled the spaces between.

As he shared the particulars of regaining his memory, what took place while he was in the coma, etc., he spoke a lot about Life and Death.  Death mostly, really.

[Oh, how I wish I could provide the essence and beauty of his words on Death.  For those of you who have fear around dying, or fear for those close to you dying, I believe his words would have brought you much comfort.]

 

After waking from his coma and being told to change his life radically — stay home, watch TV, and read books, he later said to his family:

“I will not stay at home and wait for death to find me at home.  I will go and look for death doing what I love to do.”

Death is something I believe I’m more comfortable with than most;  I wouldn’t be able to do the Hospice work that I do otherwise.  Perhaps ‘comfortable’ isn’t the right word, maybe it’s more like I have an understanding about Death that allows me to view it more as a friend than an enemy.  After breast cancer and a double mastectomy, pain however, has not been my friend.  And because of this, I appreciated hearing about his physical pain in a way that I was able to apply to myself.

Don Miguel Ruiz, On Pain

“The physical pain made me slow, but it didn’t stop me from doing what I want to do.”

Don Miguel Ruiz is a master of the simple statement.  The simple statement that speaks Truth.  And now I adopt this as my Truth, because it’s exactly the same for me.  So many people ask me how I’m feeling, to which I respond that I’m doing great.  Which is true.  However, I’m in constant pain, albeit dull pain, it’s always there.  So I don’t mention it.  Why would I?  Hearing Ruiz speak that one sentence, I knowingly and immediately exhaled with this realization:  Yes, my physical pain makes me slow, but it doesn’t stop me from doing what I want to do.  With those words and the stillness it evoked within me, a shift occurred.  I went from tolerating the pain to breathing in to the pain in such a way that it was no longer my enemy.

Thank you for the gift, don Miguel Ruiz.  I shall cherish it today, tomorrow, and for all the days I am present enough to remember this Truth.

 

Where is Home? What is Home??

We’ve seen plaques in friends’ homes, maybe even hanging in some of your homes:

Home is Where Your Heart Is

Home is Where You Hang Your Hat

Have you ever considered Winter being the time for home?  Dame Edith Sitwell wrote:

“Winter is the time for comfort, for good food and warmth, for the touch of a friendly hand and for a talk beside the fire: it is the time for home.”  

Being smack dab in the middle of the holidays, surrounded by family spanning in age from 2-98 and friends ranging from sane to mildly crazy-fun and everything in between, I found myself asking, “Where is home?”

Is it where my roots are in Central Texas?  Is it where I hang my hat in North Texas?  (For those who are unfamiliar with this very large state of Texas, you may be wondering, what’s the difference between Central and North Texas?  Isn’t it all Texas?  Well, YES AND NO….)

And is there such a thing as a ‘time’ for home, like Winter?

For me, home isn’t a specific place or a time, but a feeling.  It’s where I feel most like me.  I’ve felt it in a cafe in Scotland, as well as in a hotel room in London.

Home resides in my skin as an energy, surrounding the periphery of my body and encapsulating all of my organs, holding me together in my solid form, allowing me to walk.  Allowing me to embrace others.

Being in my skin as the energy force that it is, home goes with me wherever I go….

… until the time that the energy force leaves me.  I know when it happens.  I can feel it.  Home has evaporated in all sorts of familiar settings.  Most recently, it happened Christmas Eve during a church service I attended.

Afterward, back in the car driving home, I felt the energy force slowly begin to return.  I found it interesting how I was able to feel my body shift, how noticeable it was, right there in the moment.

I prefer to have home be with me and stay with me; no doubt I’m more comfortable that way.  But when it doesn’t, I’m guessing that maybe that’s where some learning occurs.  In the less than comfortable feeling, my mind gives pause long enough to look for the lesson that may have otherwise gone unnoticed.

So I ask you, “Where is home?”  Better yet, “What is home?”  I bet there are as many different responses as there are people reading this right now.

Care to share?  I’d love to hear your thoughts.

 

Today I Feel Peace Like That

As I sat and began preparing an article for this morning, the morning I undergo the last of my surgeries after being diagnosed with breast cancer this past summer, I realized I’ve already written about where I’d like to be today (emotionally).

I’m happy to share with you, that Today, I Feel Peace Like That;  peace like I wrote about in the following article I published earlier this year.  Peace that I didn’t feel at the time I wrote this article, but I do now.

So today, as you think of me, of the surgeons and the medical staff attending to me, please find it somewhere inside yourself to also feel Peace Like That.

I hope you enjoy today’s reblog.  Love, Leslie

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“Peace Like That”

We’ve heard it said that a picture is worth a thousand words.  Well, last summer as I took the following picture, I only felt ONE word:  Peace.

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Right before I took the picture, my son felt my presence and opened his eyes, he even began to sit up.  I was sure I had missed the opportunity to capture such a state of calm;  that there was no way he could lull himself into that peaceful bliss again.  But within seconds, he was back, as serene as you see him now.  I was amazed at how quickly he was able to Let Go.

Looking closely, you’ll notice that only the tips of his toes, his stomach and chest, and a portion of his face are exposed.  I imagine the water surrounding his body like that, coupled with the slight air that was touching him made for a soothing combination.  Over the past week I’ve looked at this picture dozens of times.  As I look at it, I try and imagine what it feels like to feel that much peace.  I especially focus on his face.

Clearly, he’s not worried about anything.  His ears are submerged so he’s not distracted by any outside noise, but rather he’s experiencing that muffled sense of sound like one does when under water.  He feels air on his face and Trusts his next breath will come.  He knows he has a secure foundation underneath him that will not betray him.  Somehow he even knows his brother and friend will not jump in the pool and disturb his peace, or perhaps he doesn’t care.  He’s not concerned about anything in this moment.

I want peace like that.

Many times (yesterday, for instance) I rush around so much, I feel as if life is moving WAY too fast.  When it’s three o’clock in the afternoon and I haven’t eaten breakfast or lunch yet, there’s a problem.  Around that time the phone rang, and although I knew I was feeling terribly depleted, and terribly hungry, I chose to pick it up anyway.  Moments later I heard myself say out loud that things are so hectic I feel I’m barely keeping my head above water.  My girlfriend laughed and said, “Sounds like a good topic for your next article.”  But I already had a topic, I was going to write about the picture above and the peace within.

And it hit me.  My son’s face was above water.  But he wasn’t feeling the anxiety that I was.  He literally, and I figuratively, had our heads above water, but his way was serving him well, mine was not.

Over time I’ve studied this picture, trying to capture the essence of the peace he was feeling.  I shared the picture with my mom and discussed with her the peace I feel when I look at it.  Then, somewhere along the way, I allowed myself to move way too fast.  I allowed myself to get caught up with the next, and the next, and the next, instead of Being.  I was holding on to Doing, instead of Being, and as a result I was feeling weighed down.

Moments later, rummaging around in my office, I saw a quote by Buddha.  “Life can only take place in the present moment.  If we lose the present moment, we lose life.”

Lose life?  No!  I treasure lifeI Trust Life.  How can I honor this life that Our Creator has given me by allowing myself to spin out of control with my thoughts and actions?  I’ve found over the years it’s been difficult for me to tame my thoughts, however, with practice I’ve gotten much better.  But my actions?  Those are much easier to slow down.  And I did.  As soon as I paused long enough to acknowledge what I had been doing, I stopped dead in my tracks, and began to simply Be.  I Let Go and felt free.

I’d like to end with a prayer I read recently:

“All things have energy.  The more we hold on to, the more we are weighed down.  In order to move forward with any aspect of our lives, Let Go of all that does not feed the present you.  The past is done, the future is still developing.  Be true, be free, be you.”

Amen