Fear of Not-Knowing – A Twelvemonth of Self Love

8. Day 30: Not-Knowing Is A Practice

Eva Lisle — Sun, 30 Nov 2014 21:25:59 +0000

It has been thirty days today since I began my month of extending love to Not-Knowing. Early on I realized that in order for my fear of Not-Knowing to evaporate I would have to see Not-Knowing as Friend, rather than impenetrable abyss for me to experience any degree of comfort or trust. One of the main things I have discovered is that Not-Knowing is a practice, rather than a thing, person or event.

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8. Day 29: How Can I Be Ordinary In This Moment?

Eva Lisle — Sat, 29 Nov 2014 13:49:43 +0000

I wrote a few days ago about the luxury of ordinary. This message of ordinary keeps blessing us daily. There is something very powerful in asking the question: “How can I be ordinary in this moment?” It immediately frees you from figuring out how to be the best, or the fastest or thriftiest. It allows you to connect to being more that accomplishing. This is quite a feat when you have traveled ten...

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8. Day 28: Hedgerow Meditation

Eva Lisle — Fri, 28 Nov 2014 13:22:00 +0000

We had the greatest exercise in extending love to Not-Knowing yesterday. We drove (and drove and drove) on ever narrowing country roads. It was like driving in a giant labyrinth. The hedgerows were close to both sides of the car and just high enough you couldn’t really see over. We could see the sky, the road, the hedgerows, each other and that was about it. Unless you count the cat scurrying for...

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8. Day 27: Happy Thanks-being

Eva Lisle — Thu, 27 Nov 2014 13:08:01 +0000

Giving thanks is a bit of a misnomer. We are not giving thanks in exchange for our circumstances. What we truly want is to BE thankfulness, to be giving, to be welcome and comfort and peace. Giving thanks is for beginners, and it is a wonderful place to begin. It is easy to give thanks for all you love; for family, home and work, for country, freedom and safety. How do you give thanks for what you...

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8. Day 26: A Week In The Country: Panic Bypass

Eva Lisle — Wed, 26 Nov 2014 14:02:18 +0000

We have now slowed our pace to country time, surely just another way of saying Not-Knowing. We arrived with great plans and after a brilliant day in Port Isaac, which some of you may know as Port Wehn in TV series Doc Martin, we have gravitated to real, local and ordinary and, dare I say it out loud, slow. We drive through the countryside with no particular destination. We pause and walk through...

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8. Day 25: Traveling Poems

Eva Lisle — Tue, 25 Nov 2014 13:22:18 +0000

Yesterday’s sunrise was breathtaking, all orange and pink and cold. Today thy sky hung heavy with cloud. A perfect day for staying in. “Today We Give Thanks” Frost, powder-white and glistening heavy wadding of cloud taking up space on the moor rocket cars oblivious to the beauty surrounding their passage Today, we declare, a day of rest Let the Snug be enough close, warm, with peephole windows to...

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8. Day 24: Ancient (& Modern) Tourist Lore

Eva Lisle — Mon, 24 Nov 2014 13:55:17 +0000

It was rather thrilling to be standing in front of the possible grave of a person of great historical interest, namely King Arthur. That he may or may not have existed is entirely beside the point. Or maybe that is my point. We were standing in the threshold of the Lady Chapel at the Abbey at Glastonbury chatting with two locals on “King Arthur: Myth Or Mystery?” Apparently it is thought that the...

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8. Day 23: To Glastonbury & Beyond!

Eva Lisle — Sun, 23 Nov 2014 18:55:06 +0000

To really dive head first into experiencing Not-Knowing I recommend driving in a foreign country. There is nothing like it. To really cement the true feeling of NOT KNOWING it is best to drive really fast in a country where few speed limits are posted and your car has both miles and kilometers marked and you can’t actually tell what speed you are driving anyway. To further enrich the moment it is...

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8. Day 22: Not-Knowing So Far…

Eva Lisle — Sat, 22 Nov 2014 13:01:06 +0000

As I flowed with the crowds exiting the Bakerloo Line to get to the Circle Line I could hear hundreds of all kinds of voices in animated conversation, then I heard the barest strain of something different. A tune, a melody of guitar and mouth organ that became louder with each step. It was a haunting Irish tune that became stronger and more discernible as we neared the musician busking.

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8. Day 21: Homing Device

Eva Lisle — Fri, 21 Nov 2014 13:31:00 +0000

Today, in the middle of the British Museum, for no apparent reason, I had a wave of longing for home wash over me. Instead of brushing it off or telling myself “But there is so much here to delight in!” I let the feelings flow through me. I could feel myself sinking into my sofa at home, my corgi sitting next to me and I nearly wept. There is nothing here I want to avoid, and nothing in particular...

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