Tasting Satya ~ Truthfulness

“What is so dangerous in the moment about the truth that you are choosing to lie?

~ Carl Jung

I feel like you can’t really be truthful as an artist and empathize with the human experience, unless you know your truth and you’re not living a lie. So I’m learning through it, and it’s making me a better person, and it’s making me a better artist, I think.  ~ Diane Guerrero

What is Satya?

 The practice of the second yama ~ Satya requires developing a deep understanding of your own truth; mindfulness ~ awareness with a delicate infusion of honesty as the foundation of your practice.    ‘Sat’ literal translates to ‘true essence’ or ‘true nature’. It means something that is pure and unchangeable. ‘Sat’ is interpreted as ‘that which exists’, ‘no distortion’, ‘that which is beyond time, space and person’,  as well as ‘fact’ or ‘reality’.

Being truthful isn’t as simple as being truthful in words. Satya is a total commitment to truth— in being, in words, in actions, in intentions.  Exploration of living with Truthfulness in all aspects; taking time for reflection and journaling will give new insights into your life and the practice of truthfulness.

Just for this week try to frame your exploration into Mahatma Gandhi’s statement I know that in embarking on nonviolence I shall be running what might be termed a mad risk. But the victories of truth have never been won without risks.

Today observe the difference in how you feel when being “nice” and “real.”

Notice situations where you were nice. What feelings were invoked in you? What were the outcomes?

Notice situations where you were real. What did this experience invoke in you? What were the results? From whom or what do you seek approval? Did you act from your “niceness” or your “realness”?

Discovering Your Creative Truth

“The basis of why we create is our creative truth. A creative truth can be one big fat juicy truth, or a bunch of little tiny truths. I’ll be the first to tell you that it isn’t always easy to tell the truth. Sometimes it can be downright scary because these truths can conflict with how our life is now, or our truth can seem so big that it is impossible to accomplish”.  ~  Keila White, Medium, February 10, 2018

Growing up biracial in Los Angeles during the 60’s was a tumultuous time for me.  I wondered how my father could write and arrange beautiful music at 4 am every morning in June of 1965.  Maybe because jazz was his gift and as Picasso says, the meaning of life is to find your gift.  The purpose of life is to give it away.  I was three years old when my mom taught me how to read phonetically.  My parents converted a bedroom into a library where I found my passion for reading, abstract art and writing.  With the Watts riots going up in smoke and the curfews at sundown, all I could worry about was being brown in a Black and White world.  There was no refuge.  My father believed that because he had the gift for jazz that meant that he could identify and proscribe a life he thought was best for me.  So I wrote in secret.  Not trying to fill his shoes but to live my own truth.  The only way to keep the peace was to play by the rules and live outside of myself until I got to my room.  That was my sanctuary. That’s where I could be myself.  Of course, I lived in constant fear of being found out that I was aware of living a lie, but I started to believe that I would never be good enough.  I was so unhappy that I accelerated my education by graduating a year early from high school.  We had moved back to New York in 1967 after my father finished conducting the orchestra at the Newport Jazz Festival with Dizzy Gillespie and the Monterey Jazz Festival Orchestra.  I This topic was covered in my blog Fifty Shades of Jazz)

 In 1971, I graduated from Jamaica High School in Queens when I was sixteen and with the help of my mother, a teacher and my hero intervened and I was accepted by Rutgers University in Newark, New Jersey without my diploma.  By that time my father had moved us over to Newark to start his business and there was no chance of my going away from home which my grandparents had set up a college fund to go to Barnard, Bryn Mawr, Mount Holyoke, Smith, Radcliffe, Vassar, or Wellesley.  I picked Rutgers to keep the peace.  But I did use the opportunity to take a lot of Humanities courses in philosophy and psychology.  I was able to amass 90 credits in two years so I could qualify for Early Admissions to Medical School.  I was eighteen years old and the Dean of Admissions asked me if I was applying to college and not medical school.  The end result was three weeks later I was accepted into New Jersey College of Medicine and Dentistry in Newark.  My dad thought that I should have waited and insisted upon driving me to Medical School at 9 am and picking me up at 5 pm.  I knew it wasn’t my calling however I did meet my upper-class buddy that I fell in love with.  I withdrew shortly thereafter to reaffirm my commitment to being a doctor.  I decided to go to Fairleigh Dickinson University Dental school to get a master’s in Human Anatomy and Neuroscience.  Neuroplasticity and bone plasticity to be exact.  I was able to do research at the Institute of Animal Behavior at Rutgers in my freshman year studying Psychogalvanic Reflexes in Pain.  The lab was to isolating and sterile but I wanted to understand myself and human behavior better that was my true passion. 

Now that I have left medical school I was left with looking for a job or applying to Georgetown University getting a Ph.D./MD degree in Anatomy.  Cooking became a way for me to express my creativity because mom wasn’t allowed to cook (I imagine it was a 50’s thing) and didn’t mind washing the dishes.  My father bought me the Times International Cookbook series and I learned to make dishes from China, Greece,  Africa well just about everywhere.  Still I struggled with how was I going to make a respectable living as a cook, or a writer or an artist or identify my gift and make money at it.  I realized that the jobs I wound up getting were a continuation of my limiting belief that you had to be starving to be an artist/writer.  And being a cook in my father’s eyes was the same as being a maid.  I had too much education for that. 

My reading books blossomed at seven years old.  I would hold up in my room reading  Jung, and eastern and western philosophy and meditation from Ram Dass.  What differentiates people who continue pursuing their goals?  They have to do it and don’t set it aside and procrastinate once you have a solid grasp of your creative truth. Creative truths can be simple or complex by design to what we need them to be. Some artist want to heal and release by creating  things that reflect their mood while some artists want to change the world with their art. I am somewhere inbetween.

Espresso Meditation Shot ~ Healing the Mind, Body & Soul

Namaste!

Blessings to all…

In Gratitude,

Jan Marie

 

Eating your Dosha!!

 

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Published by Jannat Marie

I am a 20+ Breast Cancer Survivor whose passion is culinary, literary, and Yogic principles of living the fullest and vibrant life under any circumstance.

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