{"id":21959,"date":"2025-01-01T10:05:28","date_gmt":"2025-01-01T15:05:28","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.dangermond.org\/?p=21959"},"modified":"2025-01-01T10:10:23","modified_gmt":"2025-01-01T15:10:23","slug":"begin-again","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.dangermond.org\/?p=21959","title":{"rendered":"Begin Again"},"content":{"rendered":"\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">I went to the synagogue begrudgingly one year, because my son was studying for his bar mitzvah. I had taken to spending the high holidays in my own celebration for years &#8211; honeycakes, apples with honey on Rosh Hashanah, and a day of no screens, just meditation and journaling for Yom Kippur &#8211; this felt holy holy to me. <\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">There I was sitting in a stiff chair in a synagogue listening to the chanting (and if it is not Sephardic, it still sounds alien to me), and I was looking through the prayer book and reading the margins. In the margins, are quotes and words of inspiration. On this page, there was a quote from Elie Wiesel. Wiesel was a holocaust survivor and an author as well a Nobel Laureate. The quote said, &#8220;The gift that God gave Adam in the garden was not how to begin, but how to begin again.&#8221; <\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">I could hang my hat on that one quote. <\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">The struggle is often <em>how<\/em> to begin again, not could I begin again. And the knowing is deep inside me. I know how, I struggle because I&#8217;ve gone astray, I&#8217;ve wound up in a place where I&#8217;m circling the drain of flying monkeys, irresponsible eating, drinking, smoking &#8211; read: indulging in nonsense, or my favorite drain &#8211; the one where I spiral into believing I&#8217;m not good enough for what I want, what I want to do, what I believe is true. <\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">I&#8217;ve been sitting back and watching my son who is nearly 16 years old work on issues of feeling not good enough and I want to jump out of my seat and yell YOU&#8217;VE GOT THIS. I&#8217;m not going to lie, I have jumped out of my seat and yelled, whispered, written and text him this message over and over. Alas, I&#8217;m a fixer and I&#8217;m trying to fix his brokeness, and what do we know about fixers &#8211; they need to fix themselves, right? <\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">So I grapple with the <em>I&#8217;m not good enough<\/em> when I say to myself I don&#8217;t know how. I don&#8217;t know how to do what I want to do. I don&#8217;t know how to begin again. I don&#8217;t think I&#8217;ll ever write a word again. I don&#8217;t think anyone reads blogs anymore. I&#8217;m not sure anyone reads at all anymore. I don&#8217;t know what I&#8217;m supposed to be doing. <em>I don&#8217;t think I&#8217;m good enough<\/em> underlines each of these thoughts. <\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">I saw the Dalai Lama (Tenzin Gyatso, the 14th Dalai Lama) speak to a crowd in New Orleans. I was thrilled to be there &#8211; imagine the Dalai Lama had come to the United States! What he said that struck me the deepest was this: when he first came to the West he was surprised to experience that we don&#8217;t have a lot of self love. He talked about how important it is to love yourself. He didn&#8217;t say but I read between the lines that he decided to dumb down his message of spirituality to <em>love yourself<\/em> because he truly believed that is what we need to hear in this country.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">I brought this up at a retreat with a man who said he didn&#8217;t believe in loving yourself. &#8220;You have to love God first.&#8221; I stared at him. Yes, and? <\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">One of the steps into vulnerability is loving myself. When I am not taking care of my needs &#8211; my rest, my nourishment, my heart, my spiritual growth, my emotional connections &#8211; I wind up masking this fear of vulnerability by telling myself <em>I am not enough<\/em> to deserve this care.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<figure class=\"wp-block-image size-full\"><a href=\"https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/www.dangermond.org\/wp-content\/uploads\/2025\/01\/20188568-20188568.jpg\"><img data-recalc-dims=\"1\" decoding=\"async\" width=\"620\" height=\"349\" data-attachment-id=\"21960\" data-permalink=\"https:\/\/www.dangermond.org\/?attachment_id=21960\" data-orig-file=\"https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/www.dangermond.org\/wp-content\/uploads\/2025\/01\/20188568-20188568.jpg?fit=620%2C349&amp;ssl=1\" data-orig-size=\"620,349\" data-comments-opened=\"1\" data-image-title=\"20188568-20188568\" data-image-description=\"\" data-image-caption=\"\" data-large-file=\"https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/www.dangermond.org\/wp-content\/uploads\/2025\/01\/20188568-20188568.jpg?fit=620%2C349&amp;ssl=1\" loading=\"lazy\" src=\"https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/www.dangermond.org\/wp-content\/uploads\/2025\/01\/20188568-20188568.jpg?resize=620%2C349\" alt=\"\" class=\"wp-image-21960\" srcset=\"https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/www.dangermond.org\/wp-content\/uploads\/2025\/01\/20188568-20188568.jpg?w=620&amp;ssl=1 620w, https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/www.dangermond.org\/wp-content\/uploads\/2025\/01\/20188568-20188568.jpg?resize=300%2C169&amp;ssl=1 300w\" sizes=\"auto, (max-width: 620px) 100vw, 620px\" \/><\/a><figcaption class=\"wp-element-caption\">The Dalai Lama visited New Orleans in 2013 &#8211; he spoke at many places but I heard him speak at UNO where thousands had gathered to hear him. The Dalai Lama is the global figurehead of Tibetan Buddhism.&nbsp;He has resided in Dharamsala, India since 1960.<\/figcaption><\/figure>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\"><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>I went to the synagogue begrudgingly one year, because my son was studying for his bar mitzvah. I had taken to spending the high holidays in my own celebration for years &#8211; honeycakes, apples with honey on Rosh Hashanah, and a day of no screens, just meditation and journaling for Yom Kippur &#8211; this felt holy holy to me. 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