Helen's Verses Episode 1

Helen's Verses is a podcast where actor and writer Beryl Helen shares curated poetry and essays about love, freedom, and universal wisdom. She selects writings intuitively and finds solace in them. Today's reading is from Meditations by Marcus Aurelius, Book 4. It discusses the idea that retreats and external things cannot bring true tranquility, but one can find peace by looking within and ordering their mind. It advises against being discontented with others or the world, and reminds the listener to focus on their own thoughts and not be influenced by external factors. The reading concludes by emphasizing the impermanence of things and the importance of finding peace in oneself. This is Helen's Verses, a weekly offering of curated poetry and essays on the subject of love, freedom, and universal wisdom. My name is Beryl Helen, and I am an actor and a writer from Ontario, Canada. My intention behind this podcast is to support you with my voice as you navigate life. This form of self-expression connects me to my soul, engages my emotions, and reminds me of my true nature. Like weightlifting, reading these works is a way to source my own strength. I don't know about you, but it's 2023, a lot has happened, and my sole focus now is to become the best person I can be. I select these writings intuitively, which means I open the page and find out what I need to read that day. This process is the way that I work, it's for me and my spirit, and I'm happy to share it with you. I hope you can find it as useful as I do. This is Helen's Verses, a weekly offering of curated poetry and essays on the subject of love, freedom, and universal wisdom. Today's reading is from Meditations by Marcus Aurelius, Book 4. Men seek retreats for themselves, houses in the country, seashores and mountains, and thou too art wont to desire such things very much. But this is altogether a mark of the most common sort of men. For it is in thy power, whenever thou shalt choose, to retire into thyself. For nowhere either, with more quiet or more freedom from trouble, does a man retire than into his own soul, particularly when he has within him such thoughts, that by looking into them he is immediately in perfect tranquility. And I affirm that tranquility is nothing else than the good ordering of the mind. Constantly then give to thyself this retreat, and renew thyself, and let thy principles be brief and fundamental, which, as soon as thou shalt recur to them, will be sufficient to cleanse the soul completely, and to send thee back free from all discontent with the things to which thou returnest. For with what art thou discontented? With the badness of men? Recall to thy mind this conclusion, that rational animals exist for one another, and that to endure is a part of justice, and that men do wrong involuntarily, and consider how many already, after mutual enmity, suspicion, hatred, and fighting, have been stretched dead, reduced to ashes, and be quiet at last. But perhaps thou art dissatisfied with that which is assigned to thee out of the universe. Recall to thy recollection this alternative, either there is providence, or atoms, fortuitous concurrence of things, or remember the arguments by which it has been proved that the world is a kind of political community, and be quiet at last. But perhaps corporeal things will still fasten upon thee. Consider then further that the mind mingles not with the breath, whether moving gently or violently, when it has once drawn itself apart and discovered its own power, and think also of all that thou hast heard and assented to about pain and pleasure, and be quiet at last. But perhaps the desire of the thing called fame will torment thee. See how soon everything is forgotten, and look at the chaos of infinite time on each side of the present, and the emptiness of applause, and the changeableness and want of judgment in those who pretend to give praise, and the narrowness of the space within which it is circumscribed, and be quiet at last. For this whole earth is a point, and how small a nook in it is thy dwelling, and how few are there in it, and what kind of people are they who will praise thee? This then remains. Remember to retire into this little territory of thine own, and above all do not distract or strain thyself, but be free, and look at things as a man, as a human being, as a citizen, as a mortal. But among the things readiest to thy hand, to which thou shalt turn, let there be these, which are two. One is that things do not touch the soul, for they are external, and remain immovable, but our perturbations come only from the opinion which is within. The other is that all these things, which thou seest, change immediately, and will no longer be, and constantly bear in mind how many of these changes thou hast already witnessed. The universe is transformation, life is opinion.