Freedom is everything and love is all the rest or the work of Byron Katie

“Because inside me is a beast that snarls, and growls, and strains toward freedom.. and as hard as I try, I cannot kill it.” ~ Veronica Roth

This text wanted to be in English. 😀

Recently I devoured two books of Byron Katie: “Loving What Is” and “I Need Your Love, Is That True?” I fell in love with her method called “the work”. It is simple yet profound. It opens mind, heart and brings joy, love, peace and freedom. It sounds promising, doesn’t it? 😀

Byron Katie invites us to question our beliefs, turn them around (good exercise for those who are curious and like to play with the language!) and be willing to consider the new statements as true. Feel free to fill in “Judge Your Neighbor Worksheet”. You might be surprised with what you discover.

I only begin to practice “the work”, yet I sense that this path brings miracles. I already feel relieved and more peaceful. I still have times when I am in pain, angry, sad and looking for love like a desperate housewife. 😀 At the same time, as per Byron Katie’s guidance, I am looking forward to feeling rejected. This is my biggest fear and it will surely happen. It will not be pleasant but it is part of the healing process. I want to grow, experience both love and freedom, my two biggest values and aspirations. They are not conflicting, rather complementary: “freedom is everything and love is all the rest”.

Tree of love

My experience depends on my perception. It gives me my power back. I learn how to surrender to what life offers me here and now. What is in front or inside me, is exactly what I need. It is just another experience of being human so vulnerable. Yes, I want to live an intense, passionate and adventurous life. When I am doing something, I am committing fully. I take risks and open my heart. Sometimes it hurts. Sometimes I am the happiest woman in the world. This is my nature. Hmm, is it my Slavic temper? Thank you, Mom! 😀

I still feel ashamed of over-reacting (maybe others just under-react? 😀) to some behaviours and events. I try to keep a poker face. Usually I fail, regardless of how hard I try. Arguing with my emotions does not work so now I am trying to accept and express them.  As it fortifies my connection to myself, it gives me faith to make the next step. Letting myself being moved helps me to move forward.

The more we accept the world, the more we are able to enjoy it and influence it positively. The exact same paradox applies to every single (or double for twins! 😀) self /soul on this beautiful planet.

Life wants to experience itself through us. Let it be, let is shine, let it blossom.

Please find below the poem about being in love and free. Enjoy! 😀

Heart shaped flying birds with woman silhouette, vector illustration

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Free spirit

You are like a wave

Coming back and forth

In an endless dance

You are free like a wind

I will never catch you

I will never grasp your essence

I can only enjoy being with you

When you happen to be around

Short sweet while of pure ecstasy

Feeling grateful for your presence

Even if you are far from me

Forever in my heart you will stay

My soul is coloured with your crazy eyes

I am deeply touched

To the point of losing balance

I gently fall down

And it feels good

Thanks God angels’ wings

Support me

And give me faith

To love again

And to fly high

As I finally made friends with the wind

Some say it is called freedom

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P.S. You can learn more on “the work” in French here.

 

“I am a lover of what is, not because I’m a spiritual person, but because it hurts when I argue with reality. No thinking in the world can change it. What is is. Everything I need is already here now. How do I know I don’t need what I think I need? I don’t have it. So everything I need is always supplied.” ~ Byron Katie

 

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