Anger & the Art of Happiness
ANGER. I ended my first blog entry below with, "Thus my activism began in anger at a system that I felt had betrayed me. It has become just as much of a story of personal transformation as one that is transforming systems."
Anger is a terrific motivator, but one that is hugely damaging - to yourself and everyone around you. I wrote this on Mother's Day, 2002:
no rest
no peace
no relief
until this wrong is righted
they stripped me from my purpose
took from me my community
left me weak and alone
with a disease that has robbed me of my future
yet asked me to move a mountain
to save myself
those can help choose not to
saying it is up to me
to find the way
to right the wrong
that has paralyzed my mind
immobilized my body
poisoned my soul
damaged my heart
and strengthened my will to find
the justice that will allow me finally
to rest
Yikes! I was working with a terrific psychologist schooled in PD; I was not ready to abandon the anger. One day he said to me, "Carey, I'm not sure I can be of more help to you. I would like you to read this book - keep it as long as you like - but do read it."
He handed me The Art of Happiness by the Dalai Lama. What the??!!
I had an encounter with a different doctor, a psychiatrist who said, "Yep - no doubt about it - you're angry! Kind of like a postal worker - but instead of injuring others, you're killing yourself. My best advice is rent a Margaret Cho video - you need a good laugh!"
I had the good sense to return the humor - wondering if she had ever heard the Indigo Girls' Don't Give that Girl a Gun. But I was furious. The medical world was abandoning me - there was to be no easy answer, no magic pill. It was up to me - get happy, Girlfriend! I had never felt so alone.
Fast forward to October 2005 - I returned the book to the psychologist, who I now recognized as an enlightened, compassionate, intelligent, courageous soul who had given me exactly what I had needed. It had taken almost four years for me to come to that conclusion.
The Dalai Lama's most difficult lesson was that achieving a state of happiness is up to you. It is not dependent upon external circumstances - it is a product of choice and a decision to seek a positive mind set and reject the negative. You must work at being happy.
This did not seem fair. My happiness had been stripped of me so suddenly by outside forces - why was it now up to me to struggle to find new happiness amid the destruction?
Looking back over the past four years, I can find no lightning bolt or turning point of self transformation. It was, and still is, a journey of trial and error; of slowly realizing that the anger that had originally motivated was slowly destroying me from within, crippling my ability to even advocate for myself, and forcing me to choose another way.
While The Art of Happiness frames this story, another inspirational soul, John O'Donohue, also writes words that have caught my attention and influenced my life. In language the Dalai Lama would find familar, John writes,
"As with all great arrivals in the soul, (healing) comes from a direction that we often could neither predict nor anticipate ... Real suffering calls us home in the end to where our hearts will be happy, our energy clear, and our minds open and alive." ~ Eternal Echoes
Last October I spent a week on the Oregon Coast in retreat with John O'Donohue and 25 soulful "modern mystics." This piece is the result of that experience, the culmination of tumultuous years of coming to terms with myself, and the role of activism in my life.
It's not over yet.

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