Suggestions
Created on 11/30/2008
Hi Everybody,
I want to thank you again for visiting Cliffhouse. And thank you for your private and public letters and comments, they are very important for me.
I’d like to share some of my suggestions with you, especially in relation to Virtual Retreats and what I would like them to be.
When you read Asking for Healing Shame, as much as it appears to be my deeply personal story, it is written for you, and it is done quite straightforwardly so to help you to get to the core of your healing. There are a couple of things I need to mention following that publication before I publish the next retreat (Transforming the Guilt):
It is quite common to feel sad when the feeling of shame is being reached and transformed. It’s natural. Just as feeling angry, enraged, belittled, frustrated, disappointed and so on, is natural. Any strong feelings (except confusion which indicates enforced denial) that you may experience following the Virtual Retreats are good indications that you respond profoundly. And those uncomfortable feelings are usually replaced quite rapidly with the sense of liberation and lightness.
Here are a few suggestions to keep in mind to help you to make sense out of your communication with the Memorymaker:
Love your memories. Just love them because they are you. Love them as you would love your children, without discrimination, unconditionally accepting, without expecting anything in return.
There are different ways to remember, very different ways to relate to memories, and those ways can either change us for the better or fixate us more in past pain. Choose ways to remember that make you better. Deep down you know exactly how to make that choice.
Accept your memories completely. Don’t judge them, don’t impose your ideas of what is “good”, how it is “supposed to be”, what other people would think about it. It doesn’t matter. You and your memories, all of them, share the intimate connection that is free from judgment. Just love your memories because they are you.
You know, I was driving home the other day, along the ocean and I decided to stop by one of the state beaches to look at the sunset. It was still far away from home and I had never stopped there before, but that afternoon something was so appealing in this tiny side road coming off the freeway that I took the exit and followed the road. It curved, almost making a circle, before leading me to the parking lot placed next to the ocean. Tall trees with large branches almost created a green screen protecting this space from the busy freeway. I stepped outside my car and heard myriads of birds singing loudly somewhere on the tops of palm trees growing close to the ocean. The parking lot seemed to be a home mostly for RVs which gathered there closer to night fall. People who live in their cars were going into public restrooms to take a shower, some families gathered around a grill cooking something, laughing. A few couples were walking on the beach holding hands, kids ran around playing with dogs. It looked busy, yet so serene. Like a movie scene; bright but surrealistic, framed by the white foam of ocean waves, relentlessly brushing off the sand, and by remote cliffs rising on both the north and south ends of the beach, as well as the penetrating reddish color of the orange sunset with groups of tiny birds flying briskly back and forth over the warm sky. Most people on the beach were the ones who live in their cars and RVs, and who came to this remote place for a safe night. I know for a fact how challenging this life can be, and most people probably didn’t have a choice but give up their homes and live in their cars, often with their kids and pets. I had no illusions about the harshness of it. Yet, the sense of peace, joy, freedom and connection which I sensed there was unparalleled. And I thought about how simple the pathway to happiness can be. Really. When we open our internal space, even though it takes great efforts to cleanse our spaces from traumas and pains of the past, still when we open up and accept fully, the feelings, the images, experiences, impressions even from one simple moment, the way the children running on the beach do, the happiness it brings is real. And it is going to stay as a memory magnet that will bring more simple, happy moments to remember. So we can be like children again.
That is what the Cliffhouse is about for me. It can be anywhere your mind is, like the story I told you of the Cliffhouse in the Rocky Mountains. But when I was standing on that remote California beach, my mind, my body with its perceptions, emotions, and processes became a Cliffhouse on the border of realities, and I felt it as a space where we are all connected because those people on the beach were able to share their joy with me without even knowing it. For that moment, before the harshness of life hit again, they had it in abundance, and in some way it is always going to stay there. And I thought, even though our wounds are different, we all share the feeling of lightness and openness that healing brings.
Love,
Olga
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