LETTING THE LIGHT IN

I am glad to be back at this again—spilling my guts, as it used to be called. This is such a simple and innocent way for me to deal with stuff—to turn the eyeballs around in my head. Once they are focused inward it’s as if they are looking around inside just the same as they would outside. The process is one of just "looking". There needs to be some light shined on the insides as well… in order to be able to see. I guess that is what a therapist is supposed to do.

Whatever this process is, now that it has begun, I can’t stop it. I’m leaving a trail of "spilled guts" behind me wherever I go.

I find it interesting that my recent heart procedures, have "opened me up," figuratively as well as literally. When they cut me open, it feels like they also let some light in. This is really what I needed—some sunshine inside.

I remember one of the first times I heard Maharishi speak; it was at a lecture at MIT. A woman about to ask a question identified herself as an "interior decorator." Maharishi immediately went into gales of laughter—laughing so hard he was bouncing up and down on his couch. After he finally calmed down, he explained, "that’s my profession!"

I mention this because I think we all need to be interior decorators. And each of us needs to decorate only one house—our own.

Spring is nearly upon us, and it has been one of the darkest, dreariest winters in memory here in New England. It will be time, very soon, to open the curtains and let the light pour in from outside. Time for all of us to open the windows and let the air and the sun in.