Jarts

Let’s inhale and remember we are alive. Let’s exhale and surrender. Let’s inhale. You are alive. Exhale. Surrender. Welcome to a Hit of Hope. If any of you were children in the 70’s as I was, you might wonder, like I do, if our parents wanted us to stay alive.

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thought provoking as usual. this would explain my slow ascendancy. spiritually I must resemble a middle aged porcupiine resplendent with an excess of self inflicted jart like quills slowing me down. must de jart myself to become more spiritually streamlined. might take some time though. watch this space!🙏

Dang, we didn’t get jarts at my school! Maybe that’s part of why I collect so many of them now. I was first introduced to this metaphor/thought experiment a few years ago for trying to deal with chronic pain, and later with specific applications for bipolar disorder and depression. I’m still not very good at keeping the second dart away, but at least I’ve gotten better at noticing when it’s there. Thank you for this reminder of it, and the gentle nudge to try working with it again. Also, I’m very happy that things I say here can be helpful to you, happy that I can give back to you. My inner critic has been blasting me lately, telling me how selfish and egotistical I am to use this space to just talk about myself... but then yesterday a gentler part of myself noticed that by thinking AND writing about what I got out of a practice, I was able to go deeper into it and gain even more benefit. Side note: my iPad offered some amusing emojis as I wrote this. 🎯 of course, but also 🧪and 🧫 for experiment. It’s hard to tell, but that second one is a Petri dish. Not only does it not have a lid (😯the germs are escaping!) but it’s got vivid teal blobs floating in that even more vivid magenta medium. At least they tried to make it pretty!

This was awesome and extremely relatable. Life happens...breathe through those moments and move forward. Nothing is perfect and everything happens for a reason. 👌🏾😌

Love the witty recollections of childhood. Good lesson - beware the 2nd dart! Namaste.

Good morning Betsy I just love your anologies and your meditations you are the best!

Wow. This is just what I needed to hear this morning.
Thank you.

Great metaphor to bring to life that thing that we do! And stop those self inflicted wounds.