Here, There and Everywhere
Back in the good ‘ole days, 1971 to be specific, an American-born yogi or spiritual teacher, Ram Dass, published BE HERE NOW, which expressed the importance of yoga, meditation and spirituality.
(Some know Baba Rams Dass from his work prior to his Hindi conversion. As Dr. Richard Halpern, he and Timothy Leary studied psychedelics at Harvard University. )
The title BE HERE NOW evolved into a popular adage that influenced many who came of age in the late 60’s and early 70’s. 
Me, for instance.
I’ve been told I was “together” back then. Truly? I felt lost and peripheral most of the time, but I managed to encapsulate those feelings.
In a search to “find myself,” I burned a few brain cells, tumbling from a few of the wrong trees of knowledge. Eventually I figured out Ram Das’ meaning—to live a better life, I should pay attention. I should get out of my self and into living each moment fully. That by doing so, I would find myself.
I spent much of the last year living in the moment, cruising the eastern states. Lately, however, I’m having a hard time with it.
So I ask, what about that space between those be here now moments—when I’m not here, when I’m not paying attention? What about when I am there and everywhere else in my thoughts, when I am unfocused and wondering?
An event that occurred a couple months ago moved me into that unfocused place. It caused the capsule in which I’d buried an early childhood trauma to leak. As I try to make sense of it, of the intense feelings it unleashed, my mind wanders. I talk less, laugh less, accomplish little.
Ram Dass said, “The quieter you become, the more you hear.”
I hear a confused precognitive little girl asking, “What are you doing?”
I hear an insecure adolescent who has a hard time with trust.
I hear the adult who had been protecting the child within from any memory saying, “I wish I could have protected you forever.”
I’m normally a healthy vibrant energetic adult, and I am a writer. Prior to earning an MFA in Writing at Vermont College, I had studied Psych. I’m thinking it’s time to fully examine the trauma, process it and find a way to finally release its hold on my subconscious.
Some people would prefer that I sweep it back under that subconscious rug. It would be much less messy.
Fortunately, some writers like playing in the mu
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Me for instance.
So, for me to be here now means to be in that past. It means to be here, there and everywhere if I need to be. Baba Ram Dass will remind me to let it go. And I will. As soon as I learn what I need to learn. Or if I’m lucky, if I’m finally able to write the story.
That’s how we writers figure things out. Right?
Sweep it under the rug? Baba Hum Bug.


Sue, that was gorgeous. It stirred things in me, too, and I SO appreciate your frank willingness to journey (excuse the pun) outloud. Brava!
Done as only YOU, Sue, can do. I’m so proud of you – always.
My love… and lots of hugs & kisses.. X X O O
You are so openly brave, Sue. I wish you luck as you sail these unchartered waters and hope you don’t meet too many waves that knock you down. Big hugs to you!
Sue, I’ve known you five years; I’ve known this story for a slightly less time. I see as time passes you are more and more needing to face this head-on and resolve it in a positive way. I just wonder…. could you make it a story? What if a 15-yr-old lived that trauma and had to work her way out? You have such an amazing ability to go into kids’ heads and feel what they feel. Spanky. You can do it. I’m pulling for you!
Funny thing. I thought I’d come to terms with this, floating along, happy as can be. Then the universe threw me a dart that burst my bubble. Guess what spewed out? ANGER! I’d say that is very healthy!