Profound Repose

by Gregg Hake on May 25, 2013

Perched atop the azure sky
With wings outstretched to lift me high
Above the cares and daily strife -
I think upon my blessed life.

Of friends and loves of times gone by
They came to mind I know not why
Perhaps they’re spirits in the air
Who talk with me when I’m up there

Regardless of their provenance
My love for them is still immense
The friends I’ve kept and yes, my foes
I wish them all profound repose.

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How are you feeling?

by Gregg Hake on May 24, 2013

My six year old son came to me the other day and said: “Daddy, I feel sad but I’m not sad about anything. What should I do?” My first thought: “What question!” was followed by: “Out of the mouths of babes!” I quickly formulated a response.

Not being one to miss an opening, I explained that our hearts are like ears. You hear a lot of things, but not everything you hear relates directly to you. He asked what he should do about it (he’s a caring soul) and I told him that he had three choices:

1. Ignore it and focus on something else
2. Take it personally and feel bad all day for no good reason.
3. Meet it, lift it up, give it a hug and tell it everything will be ok.

He told me he couldn’t ignore it, he didn’t want to waste time all day and that he was a good hugger, so he’ll try the last one. He must have done okay with it as I didn’t hear any more on the topic and he was within minutes back to his silly self.

I wish more children could be taught that we are not our feelings. We have feelings and yes, they can be powerful and confusing, but our feelings should never form the basis of our identity (e.g. I am sad, angry, nervous, shy, etc.). You are not any of these feelings, you have them.

Moreover, not all feelings are yours. You may perceive them, as a radio picks up different frequencies, but you needn’t personalize every feeling you have. You needn’t, as I once heard it put, give every phantom feeling a body (yours or another’s). You don’t have to attribute every feeling that passes through to something specific if outer circumstance. For example, many people when faced with the same confusing experience my son was having might search frantically for an explanation in themselves or the world around them.

The world of feeling is malleable, suggestible. You can correct the subtle, fluid energies at work in your heart. In fact, it is far easier to work in this way than it is to give the feeling a physical (again, yours or pinning it on another’s) body and then wrestle with that body. Water is easier to reshape than a block of ice.

The next time you have a feeling or complex of feelings that seem to come out of nowhere, don’t take it personally! Don’t fixate on them, don’t thrash around in them and most importantly, don’t incorporate them! Look instead to acknowledge them, bless them and move on.

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Sound Judgment

05.24.2013

“As far as patience is concerned, which is powerless if used alone; there is no need to call upon it when one knows what one can ask of the horse, and only asks what he is capable of giving. Instead of patience, the rider must have sound judgment and knowledge, never impatience; he must have [...]

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The Sequence of Wisdom

05.23.2013

Wisdom begins in the heart. A troubled heart blocks the flow of wisdom from within outward. A keen mind is of little value if it sits atop an agitated heart. You cannot see clearly if you are not feeling clearly. In the absence of wisdom, thought and action are compromised. A leader, be he teacher, [...]

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Truly Meaningful Living

05.22.2013

Truly meaningful living is never vainglorious. There may, at times, be the need to stand in the spotlight, to stick one’s neck out or to stand apart, but truly meaningful living is always selfless. Consider the most significant men and women in recorded history, not those who made markets or governed the affairs of men, [...]

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Sun for Joy

05.21.2013

A massive thunderstorm passed through on Saturday evening and despite the winds and heavy rains, we were spared any damage. My heart goes out to those in Oklahoma who were not so fortunate… Sun for Joy by Gregg Hake Thunder roars magnificently in the heavens above, Mighty, aged oaks Rocking in the furious wind, Moaning [...]

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