Name: Betsy Robinson
Where you live: New York City
What you do as a vocation or avocation? I write, edit, blog (“Notes from a Crusty Spiritual Seeker” on my website, jump on my trampoline, play with my dog, and generally try to stay sane.
Your two favorite books: The Catcher in the Rye (J.D. Salinger), A Confederacy of Dunces (John Kennedy Toole)
Your two favorite songs: That changes from week to week. I LOVE music, and when I find something I like, I listen to it over and over for weeks.
Why you are interested in spirituality? I think it’s the only thing of worth to do with my life — investigate my spiritual nature and try to merge with the God/Creator/Grand Intelligence and Compassion within. Try to see it everywhere and in everyone. I don’t always succeed, but I’m doing better and better.
Your favorite quote: I can’t remember quotes. I’ll hear things that I love, but I don’t write them down. I kind of digest them, they become part of me the way nutrients do, but then I don’t remember their source.
Your favorite web sites:
What you do as a vocation or avocation? I write, edit, blog (“Notes from a Crusty Spiritual Seeker” on my website, jump on my trampoline, play with my dog, and generally try to stay sane.
Your two favorite books: The Catcher in the Rye (J.D. Salinger), A Confederacy of Dunces (John Kennedy Toole)
Your two favorite songs: That changes from week to week. I LOVE music, and when I find something I like, I listen to it over and over for weeks.
Why you are interested in spirituality? I think it’s the only thing of worth to do with my life — investigate my spiritual nature and try to merge with the God/Creator/Grand Intelligence and Compassion within. Try to see it everywhere and in everyone. I don’t always succeed, but I’m doing better and better.
Your favorite quote: I can’t remember quotes. I’ll hear things that I love, but I don’t write them down. I kind of digest them, they become part of me the way nutrients do, but then I don’t remember their source.
Your favorite web sites:
my own — BetsyRobinson-writer.com
Your hero? My mother. She was an incredibly flawed woman who was braver and funnier than anybody I have ever met. She was my best friend as an adult, and even though she died in 1990, I talk to her all the time.
A spiritual lesson you hope to learn? Patience — with my slow, flawed practice. Compassion — for my imperfections. Acceptance — of all that is.
A place in the world where you feel spiritually "connected?" The woods. My living room. Anywhere I am with my little dog, Maya, who was named by her rescuer in Puerto Rico and listed on Petfinders.com. Maya means the grand illusion in Sanskrit, and I adopted her after I read a guru’s essay about the necessity to fall in love with the illusion, not eschew it. It was as if light bulbs burst on in my head. I realized I’d been trying to disconnect from the illusion that is my ego’s reality, when what was really needed was to fall in love with it, and by falling in love, you move through it to the God it’s imbued with. Maya, my dog, personifies this journey and all the sweetness of God.
http://www.betsyrobinson-writer.com/
Your hero? My mother. She was an incredibly flawed woman who was braver and funnier than anybody I have ever met. She was my best friend as an adult, and even though she died in 1990, I talk to her all the time.
A spiritual lesson you hope to learn? Patience — with my slow, flawed practice. Compassion — for my imperfections. Acceptance — of all that is.
A place in the world where you feel spiritually "connected?" The woods. My living room. Anywhere I am with my little dog, Maya, who was named by her rescuer in Puerto Rico and listed on Petfinders.com. Maya means the grand illusion in Sanskrit, and I adopted her after I read a guru’s essay about the necessity to fall in love with the illusion, not eschew it. It was as if light bulbs burst on in my head. I realized I’d been trying to disconnect from the illusion that is my ego’s reality, when what was really needed was to fall in love with it, and by falling in love, you move through it to the God it’s imbued with. Maya, my dog, personifies this journey and all the sweetness of God.
http://www.betsyrobinson-writer.com/
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