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I have a dear friend with whom I occasionally make pilgrimages
One of our favorite destinations is to visit the traveling female Indian mystics
Widely acknowledged as avatars, or living incarnations of the Divine
Called “Amma” or “Mother”, they travel around the world offering blessings
Which, quite frankly, is no small task
These women are not young. They sometimes spend 18 hours greeting people.
The devotion runs both ways:
Hence our pilgrimages.
So, one day, we went to go see Amma Karunamayi
She’s lovely and sits in front of a room full of people.
While you wait, you can fill out an index card with your petition to the Divine
When it’s your turn, she reads it, she looks at you, she blesses you, maybe talks a little
And sends you back to your day with some Hershey’s kisses
She is not speedy in her blessings and once or twice we’ve been there all day
Like, all day.
But this time, we get there and it looks a lot like we are going to be in and out
Then just before they call our group, they change the pattern on group calling
We might be there all day again.
The woman next to us waits maybe 3 hours, getting increasingly agitated every 15 minutes or so
My inquiry during our waiting became,
“If we are here because we believe this person is an avatar of the divine
Wouldn’t being in her presence longer be a boon? Wouldn’t it be an added blessing?”
And, I mean, I’ll admit I was excited when I thought it was going to be quick
But we are here literally to be in the presence of God, and we are
So, maybe, let it in?
After some time, the woman next to us cannot take it anymore
She gets up and leaves
But she couldn’t have gotten to her car before they called our group
It was the weirdest thing.
I’ve thought about that a lot lately
I’ve been so impatient for God to intervene in my life
I neglected recognizing that all of this is the Presence of the Divine
And what a privilege it is to be here
Even when I’m feeling edgy about it.
Remembrance really is a boon
As are the effusive blessings
Sometimes disguised as hardships.
My two favorite book titles are so good
You don’t even need to read the books.
The books are great, too, don’t get me wrong
But the titles are transmissions
They let you know everything you need to know
The insides are just examples to get the ball rolling.
My first favorite book title is:
“Behaving as if the God in All Life Mattered”
By Machaelle Small Wright
Let’s hear it again:
Behaving as if the God in All Life Mattered
That, right there, is the solution to all of it
It sets the stage for a pause. Humility. Reverence. Connection.
The book itself is a trip.
It’s about cocreative partnership with nature, and it is, shall we say, multidimensional
She offers an approach that is informed by human intention but clearly reliant on nature’s intelligence
One of my favorite lines in it is:
Humans think gardens are expressions of nature. Nature thinks gardens are expressions of humans.
It’s not the only idea she offers a fresh perspective on.
The other absolutely stunning book title is by Charles Eisenstein:
“The More Beautiful World Our Hearts Know Is Possible”
Sit with that one for a moment
The More Beautiful World Our Hearts Know Is Possible
What I love about this is that there is a common sense —
We each may have entirely individual and specific imaginings of what it might look like
But we share an underlying common sense of a nourishing, healthy ecosystem
Thriving with respect and creativity
This book is all about the stories we’ve accepted as true. As “history”, as “culture”
It’s written in vignettes, each spotlighting an area of human endeavor
Inviting us to drop the stories that are literally killing us and the planet
And Imagine into new stories, richer stories
Stories that are more true
More inclusive, more expansive, more full of possibility and wonder
The title says it all and invites us to more, and I hope we collectively accept the invitation
Recently, I heard Bayo Akomolafe talk about an upcoming book
“The Times Are Urgent. Let Us Slow Down”
Once published, it will definitely place in my favorite titles award ceremony.
To me, it is a common denominator of the first two
If we are to create The More Beautiful World Our Hearts Know Is Possible
It will be through Behaving As If The God In All Life Mattered
To do this, we must slow down, be reverent
Release the old stories demanding our allegiance and attention
And be present
As we make the world anew
Aren’t you just the sweetest being
Bearing with me as I reflect and contemplate
Exploring how the mystical wisdom lives and moves
Within fractured and often unsatisfying circumstances
Thank you ❤️
I’m switching gears today
You see, I’ve been so careful trying not to bypass
I’ve perhaps overindulged my inquiry
And underutilized my orientation of curiosity
There’s a difference, at least how I’m feeling it
Inquiry is wanting to know why and get to an answer
Curiosity is wanting to explore, discover and perhaps create
So, I’m not sure if my biorhythms have shifted
Or my true devotion to life as it emerges is finally willing to accept how it is emerging
I’m switching gears.
My situation was impossible 5 months ago
And is almost the same amount of impossible today
Makes me realize I need to shift my definition of impossible
I’ve read dozens of articles about exactly my predicament happening all over the country and the world
So, rather than inquire and philosophize and lament
I think I’m going to start to look at the advantages
I’ve talked about the difficulties quite enough
And while they still may come up, they’re not the context
The context is discovery, re-creation and possibility
I want to appreciate what this moment offers me
Tara Brach: Happiness lies not in finding what is missing, but in finding what is present
Right now, I’m appreciating that I didn’t have to take a day off work to get my tooth fixed
And that I’m available to help offer my full self to help my daughter find a job
And that stupid expensive job search program can maybe offer some value for her
I am available to care for my aging dog, who is out of sorts when I’m not home
I’ve had time to be there for friends
These are not small things
I want to do more of them, and maybe let that lead me to my next step
Instead of the idea of where I should be that I’m not, and an inquiry about how to get there
My current optimism may ebb and flow
But this context of becoming has been there all along
I just want to lift the veil of my circumstances’ impropriety
And get back to the serious business of accepting life as it is
With curiosity and trust
And the truly meaningful support of friends, family and community
Because we need each other, there’s no question about it
And we have each other
And that is no small thing.
True intelligence has no thought…It is an attunement of the body to the world…”
I know this
I have not been living it
I have been thinking waaaaay too much
It just seemed so important to think
As if I could counter the uncertainty I’m experiencing with copious thinking
You’ve had a front row seat to how that’s gone for me.
The quote is from Philip Shepherd
Although Mihaly Csikszentmihalyi describes ‘flow’ similarly
Philip has an exercise I’ve often loved
The idea is this:
Take a simple idea, like ‘the sky is blue’
And feel what ‘knowing’ that idea feels like in your mind
Then move the idea down into the heart, and feel what ‘knowing’ feels like there
Finally, move the idea into the pelvic bowl, and sense what ‘knowing’ feels like there
It’s simple. It takes a moment. Try it! Each intelligence center feels a little different.
The realignment this quote offered today invited me to the exercise again
Bringing thought through the whole body to discern a deeper, sensory experience of truth
Sometimes, with a less simple idea, you have to modify the phrasing to get it to move to the lower energy center
The example he gave is when the head thinks, “I want to marry this person I just met”
You might need to shift it to “I’d love to have a cup of coffee and a conversation with this person”
To be able to have it be true in the heart or pelvic floor. They’re not prone to hyperbole.
So, as my mind has been thinking
“I cannot find a job”
My heart’s truth is “I have not found a job”
And my pelvic floor’s truth is more like “I am doing my work”
Similarly, as my mind has been repeating
“I am running out of money”
My heart feels “my immediate needs continue to be met”
And my pelvic floor takes it further:
“I am a vital part of an economy of care”
Just this little exercise proves to me I’ve been spending all my time in my thinking mind
As much as I have learned of its fallibility
Old habits have had me resorting to it in crisis
This series of reframes has me operating more as my whole self
Thinking less, more being
Closer to truth, closer to presence
There, waiting for me to return. To listen instead of think. To know.
I’m so glad I saw that post
I’m so glad for the experience of the shift in orientation
For this exercise and remembrance
We need each other to remind each other
Thank you, Philip
Prayer has many benefits
We all have our go-to
There is something very soothing about the repetition of prayers
Some traditions believe the deity lives in the prayer
And I can say I’ve felt that to be true.
I have a number of go-to prayers and mantras
I wonder if there should be just one
But they fit situations like favorite songs
Sometimes they make me feel better
Sometimes they are just refuge
One that has been prominent, especially these last few months
Comes from A Course in Miracles
and it goes like this (although I swap gender, which ACIM doesn’t):
I am only here to be truly helpful
I am only here to represent He who sent me
I don’t have to worry about what to say or what to do
She who sent me will direct me
I am content to be wherever She wishes
Knowing He goes there with me
I will be healed as I let Her teach me to heal.
This tests my faith
Am I really content to be wherever She wishes?
Lately, that’s been a hard ask
It’s a lot like the Footprints in the Sand poem
God is with us always
Even when it might not feel like it
It cannot be any other way
I keep having to remember
Life is unfolding as it can
Regardless of my opinion of the progression
Pain is inevitable
Suffering is optional, and based on resistance
My prayer is to see the divine in all
To know it. To be in it. Willingly.
And so I pray
Repetition helps.
Have you ever solved a problem
And then come up against it again and forgotten that you’d solved it?
At the moment of recognition, there’s a downregulation that is such a relief
Oh! This isn’t a big hairy monster anymore. Phew!
But also intense curiosity on why it had you flummoxed again.
I’ve experienced this in lots of ways over the years
My daughter is allergic to Neosporin and needs first aid cream instead
But it took me nearly a dozen times to consistently remember (and I recently forgot again)
I can’t even tell you how many homeopathic remedies I’ve forgotten work well for me until I’m cured by other means
But then, there are also times when tried and true methods just don’t work
This week, for example, as I’ve been trying to soothe persistent inner angst
My go-to “spend time in nature” ritual backfired
Instead of feeling the intimate majesty of the natural world
I cried for 45 minutes about what colonization and capitalism have done to the land around me
Not what I was hoping for
True, nonetheless
Authenticity of emotion took precedence over nervous system regulation
And no amount of effort, no tool, no remedy could turn things around
So I just had to go with it
Succumb to the misery
Ironically, that’s helping
But I had nearly a week of anxiety consuming probably 70% of my day
Not something I’m used to
Not something I liked
But has begun to lighten
Honestly, writing yesterday, “I wonder how God is going to take care of this”
Kindof slapped me back into remembering I’m not in this alone
As soon as that happened
All of the kindness I’ve received in these last weeks came flooding in
My orientation during the height of my emotional turmoil couldn’t let the kindness sink in
It kept dragging me back to what wasn’t working
Today, the ethers feel alive with shared care and intention
On a variety of issues, most of them, not mine
And my myopic view of my own impotence can rest in a context of a world in painful transition
Thinking I have to “fix things” in and by myself pits me against the world
Accepting that hard times are happening, and no one is immune, creates a wave of compassion for everyone
And sensitizes the space between us as crucial to our individual well-being
I am not the tender of this field, I am a blade of grass within it
What a relief, even when I’m getting ruthlessly blown around
I didn’t like that lonely vortex I was in
And I know I’ve solved that loneliness before, but I was grasping in the dark trying to find a solution
When the solution was feeling it
Letting it have its way with me
Before revealing the currents of care
That were there all along
(Gosh, I hope tomorrow’s post is a little more light-hearted)
My inner landscape goes from lush seaside forest to fiery desert canyon surprisingly quickly
The part of me that trusts life, that encounters hardship with curiosity and care, and that is at rest
Can quickly be usurped by the one who finds darn near everything unacceptable
All of my spiritual practices, all of my physical practices, all of my time in nature
Are intended to increase my time in the forest
And they work
Except when they don’t
Lately, I’m feeling I might rethink my approach
I keep having to remind myself that I wasn’t put on this planet to prove myself
But old habits die hard
The more plausible reason I was put on this planet
Really why any being is here
Is to bring light to density, possibility to rigidity
To contribute to the ongoing creation in cooperation with all of life
Always evolving towards greater love, freedom, and complexity
Totally different frame, yes?
And if we’re going to bring light to dark places
We have to be willing to go to dark places
Get to know the texture there, not to fix it but to cocreate with it
The idea of just tiptoeing through the tulips of the well-lit areas is not the goal
Being able to encounter any of it, and know the light can suffuse this place, too
That seems more reasonable to me
Although I may just be rationalizing
I’m quite good at that
But, I want to frame my current struggles within my development and contribution
Not deign to see them as personal or relational failures that I must overcome to be ok
Occasionally, I can know that my devotion is surrendered to the current of life
More frequently lately, I’ve been trying to solve myself, my situation
So as to be more acceptable to myself
This is a labyrinth in that canyon side of my inner landscape
And I get lost in it from time to time
But today, that doesn’t feel like a failure so much as a part of a process
I would like to be fully awake, enlightened, aware of the divine currents always
And I can mentally place myself within the larger unfolding of Life
But when the sensations of unacceptability overwhelm me
When another $1,500 unexpected expense piles on top of an already thin resource pool
That reaction feels very human
Even if I aspire to laugh and say, “Hmm, I wonder how God’s going to take care of this?!”
The relationship between my resourced, trusting self and my underresourced, panicked self
Is the ground I’ve been walking
Perhaps lately stumbling along
But I know, when I sit in the trees of my inner forest
That the smell of the sea can lead me back from the desert canyon
As I remember I am part of this place
Not lost in it.
Ganesha, the elephant-headed Hindu deity
Has a brother, Kartikeya, the god of war
And as children, they both craved a magical mango that could not be shared
So their parents, Lord Shiva and the goddess Parvati, proposed a race
Three times around the world.
Both boys agreed.
Kartikeya rides on a peacock. Ganesha rides on a mouse.
Kartikeya set off quickly, prodding his peacock over hills and seas
Ganesha slowly walked in a circle around his parents, three times
When they looked at him quizzically
He just smiled and said, “You are my world”
He won the mango.I’ve been trying to circle the world
And it’s diverted me from my own center
Thereby dissipating my groundedness
Honestly, I thought I was more practiced than that
But this constant rejection is hard to bear
Confusion. Fear. Anxiety. Anger. Depression. Sadness. Grief. Uncertainty. Hopelessness.
It’s been beastly
And because I mean so little to the world at large, who pays me no attention no matter how much i dance
I haven’t been able to appreciate how much I mean to those to whom I mean something
And how much they mean to me
The fact of my financial precarity keeps wanting to sit on the throne of my identity
I am more than that
The grotesque mockery of governmental responsibility keeps wanting to sit on the throne of my attention
My care is more valuable than my grievance toward their cruelty
Remembering the truth is much more subtle
We are right here
Our world is made up of infinite smaller worlds
Each revolving around centers of love exchanged
Remembering that
Wins us the juicy, sweet delicacy of life in this present moment
It doesn’t mean there isn’t a large, tart pit –
But that’s not all there is —
This truth is sweet.
You might be surprised that hell
is full of banquet tables, each overflowing with fresh foods
Every delicacy imaginable, bright and tempting
The problem is:
No one can eat
Arms in hell are three feet long and end in a spoon
And because they can’t bend, you can’t feed yourself.
Thus, hell is full of starving people looking at delicious food.
So, what of heaven, you ask?
Heaven is exactly the same
Same tables of food
Same long spoons for arms
The difference?
Residents of heaven feed each other.
Heaven & Hell aren’t different places
They’re different ways of being
And during this time of disruption, cruelty, confusion and chaos
We need each other more than ever
May we all find someone to feed today
And gratefully accept their kind offerings .
When my kids would encounter a bully on the playground
I encouraged them to receive the jerkiness as an indication
Something more interesting was happening elsewhere
I’d challenge them to look in 360 degrees, a full circle
And if nothing else caught their attention, then they could engage with the bully
Defend themselves, whathaveyou…
It never happened
There was always something more interesting happening somewhere
This little creep’s attitude was just the alarm bell letting them know something else was waiting.
Now that they’re big, I wonder if teaching them to walk away was wise
I am the kind of person that does not shy away from conflict
Someone needs to stand up to bullies
I’ve often been that person
So it’s weird I didn’t teach my children to
Especially in this time of belligerent, institutionalized cruelty
I gave my kids many meaningful gifts
But there are a whole lot of gifts I neglected
We can’t all do everything
We spent a lot of time discussing costs and benefits of growing up in our household
And make no mistake, there were both
These days I worry about my inability to find a job
Rubbing off on my daughter who is struggling to find a role using her design skills
It’s an awful thing when you see the worst of yourself moving forward
While the best of yourself sits at the bottom of a silver bowl
Waiting for purchase or a rope
As the heat turns up beneath
Things have been hard for me the last few days
Not the least reason for which is the very specific depression I get after smoking cigarettes
It furloughs my generally optimistic outlook
And the worst part is the aspect of me that thinks this is more real
The truth is, everything is real, and nothing is
And we do our best and make mistakes and if we’re lucky have the opportunity for repair
None of us know what tomorrow brings, no matter how informed we might be
Life and mystery are synonymous
And when bullies, even within ourselves, get too close
Turn around and look for something to love
And go to it
What else can we do?
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