July 28, 2009
Perfect balance
“So be it,” says she. “So think it,” says he. “So do it,” says another. And all feels right with the world.
July 6, 2009
The kettle and the pot are more alike than I knew
I paused to catch my breath on my ascent while hiking yesterday and reflected on a friend who is so absorbed in her personal drama that her dialogue is dominated by complaints about how she’s not getting the love she wants. I was there with her, loving her, but she couldn’t feel it or appreciate the beauty all around her because she was focused on what wasn’t working in her two main relationships.
Suddenly I noticed that my gaze was landing on an incredibly beautiful sight of grasses swaying in the wind. I hadn’t seen it because I was so focused on my friend that I missed what was in front of me. The pot and the kettle were more alike than I knew. I stopped worrying about my friend and enjoyed the beauty in from of me.
August 26, 2008
Transcend the Guilt Trap: A glowing memorial and a set-up for regret and remorse
I received word that a former sweetheart of mine passed away last week. We had remained amicable, casual friends in the over ten years since our short romance. I was happy to hear that he died peacefully in his sleep and I wished his spirit well. The news of his passing didn’t trigger much emotion in me.
i was surprised to hear how much emotion his passing triggered in my friend “Nancy.” She had decided they weren’t a match after three dates with “Joe” last spring. Apparently Joe had been more impressed with Nancy than she was with him. After a glowing memorial which presented Joe as super human, several people came up to Nancy to ask how she was doing, telling her how much Joe cared about her, loved her and what a crush he had on her.
Nancy reacted with guilt and remorse for not having given Joe a chance. It took a while for her to realize that she and he were no more a match than he and I had been, and despite his glowing memorial and his infatuation with her, she had made the correct decision to pass on his offer of more.
Endings often bring up unresolved issues, and although the news of Joe’s passing didn’t trigger much in me last week, our breakup did trigger a tremendous amount of emotion in me many years past. It took a skilled guide to help me realize it wasn’t about what I thought it was about and to help me move on. I tell that tale in a chapter in my Unite and Concur eBook. You can download that chapter free at The Great Inner Divide.
August 20, 2008
A G-Rated Tantra Interview
When Fox news anchor Mike Brookbank told his news team he was interviewing a Tantra teacher, his news team questioned whether it would be suitable for morning TV. As the publicist who arranged the interview, I assured him it would be and I sent him a list of “Meryl Runion’s Jeffrey Armstrong G rated interview questions, guaranteed to offend no one.”
I’ve dedicated the last six weeks of my life to sponsoring Jeffrey Armstrong’s UltiMate™ Relationship Seminar in Colorado Springs. Half the journey was about figuring out how to talk about what Jeffrey teaches. When I use the word Tantra, people think of exotic sex. When I don’t use the word Tantra, people think of psychological approaches and the superficial “top ten ways to get your man to do what you want” kind of teachings you see on magazine covers. Depth and love have been left out of the descriptions of Tantra.
Here’s the description I like the most. “Be the soul. Love soul to soul. Vedic Tantra for the UltiMate™ Relationship.”
Jeffrey did a great job speaking for himself in the Fox News interview. As it turned out, the anchor was a bit more adventurous than we had anticipated.
I pay careful attention to what the press extracts. One Fox News anchor focused on Jeffrey’s reference to “Women’s Interiority” and on frequent expressions of love and appreciation. The station posted the clip with an article that highlighted Jeffrey’s reference to proper tension in relationships and the idea that Jeffrey is a reverse Deepak Chopra.
Let me know what stands out for you.
Enjoy the interview.
