A man who worries about the future can never be happy in the present.
That is me just now. I’ve always been a bit like that. When I was walking the Camino worrying stopped. During the first week of the Camino I was aware how much my head talked – really it was non-stop the internal noise. Then slowly it stopped. Peace.
I was asked last night how much time I give to myself. All my time is my own, that is my natural reaction. However there are a couple of times a week for 1hr then for 2hrs that are really time I give to myself. Those times are rejuvenating.
The camino is rejuvenating – I think that is why people like me go back and walk it again and again, we just don’t get what we need on a day to day basis.
I would like to stop worrying. Any ideas?
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Peace, elusive but ever present. Tried meditating? If you work it long enough it can make a difference, depending on how devoted you are to it.
As well, A book authored by Eckhart Tolle called the New Earth might help as well. It is all about detaching from the noise in your head.
I wish you well and anyone who reads this. We can all identify with that crazy making place in our head. Peace will come.
Kput
“I would like to stop worrying. Any ideas?”
I have finally learned to truly “put it in God’s Hands.” What more can I do? I have spent my whole entire life planning, working, achieving, putting off, putting myself first, putting myself last, not putting myself at all, and what did it get me? A whole lot of nothing, with a whole bag of worries remaining.
Now, when I start the worry-wort business, I say “If my angels want me to have this, or that, or whatever, God or my Guardian Angels will send me a ticket to win the lottery! Or something like that. They will send me whatever I need when it’s the right time. Just like walking the Camino. Time will always comes because Time stands still.
Then I see a ray of light burst through the trees, or a shadow of a moving leaf on the wall, or a birdsong calling in the night air, and I know that I am “home.” That’s what I call “putting it in God’s Hands.” I try to find something – anything – around me that I can be grateful for, at that moment, the moment that worry comes knocking around my door. And at that moment God’s grace can come instead.
it works. What more can we do? This is how I am learning to pray.
I am listening to Dana Cunningham’s gorgeous, simple, spare, contemplative acoustic piano on “Amazing Grace,” from “The Color of Light.” Wonderful. Since I can’t walk the Camino right now, try also Tina Malia, which has saved my soul.