Friday, December 04, 2009
Sorry to all those practical souls out there that think this is a weight-loss site. Pardon me, but to this little tropical rainbow-hues-scaled Piscean fishie swimming around in the cosmic ocean-of-delight, this *place* is more about healing the soul IN ORDER TO get the *temple* in order. (Really mixing the metaphors here, pero no importa.)
And so, I share offerings -- like the amazing revelations of Denise Levertov -- for me and all you other soul wanderers out there with me in the mists. 'Cause really...it all begins...and it all ends...with the Mystery.
Dear Elaine, PeacefulOne, this is dedicated to you this morning:
Days pass when I forget the mystery.
Problems insoluble and problems offering
their own ignored solutions
jostle for my attention, they crowd its antechamber
along with a host of diversions, my courtiers, wearing
their colored clothes; cap and bells.
once more the quiet mystery
is present to me, the throng's clamor
recedes: the mystery
that there is anything, anything at all,
let alone cosmos, joy, memory, everything,
rather than void: and that, O Source,
Creator, Hallowed One, You still,
hour by hour sustain it.
-- Denise Levertov, Selected Poems
Biographical information: www.poets.org/poet.php/prmPID/41
Om Shanthi, Shanthi, Shanthi!
Thursday, December 03, 2009
I made a pact with myself during the Soul Writing Retreat to return to a daily meditation practice, aware as I am of the myriad benefits. Friends Michelle (StrawberryMoon) and Gail (DragonFly) have also been encouraging each other in an informal *meditation practice challenge* for daily consistency. The discipline required for such an undertaking girds us for all of the other requirements of conscious self-care. With the Thought for the Day this morning, Sri Easwaran spoke deeply to me about the efficacy of these efforts. Perhaps his words will ring true for you as well.
Most people live, whether physically, intellectually or morally, in a very restricted circle of their potential being. They make use of a very small portion of their possible consciousness, and of their soul's resources in general, much like a man who, out of his whole bodily organism, should get into a habit of using and moving only his little finger.
-- William James
We think we are very limited creatures, very small, good for maybe only fifteen minutes of love or patience before we have to crack. Instead of identifying with our deepest Self, we are identifying with some biochemical-mental organism.
But when you calm the mind in meditation every morning, you will see how far you can stretch your patience and your love during the day. You will see for yourself how comfortable you feel with everybody, how secure you feel wherever you go. You will find that you have a quiet sense of being equal to difficult situations.
These discoveries give a hint of the heights to which a human being can rise. Once we see this for ourselves, we will catch the exhilaration of the mystics when they say that because the Source is our real Self, there is no limit to our capacities.
-- Eknath Easwaran
Wednesday, December 02, 2009
"Everything flowers, from within, of self-blessing...."
My buddies know I'm in the midst of a finals week SparkFast. Notice how I "fast" -- a little munch here, a taste there. (Yep, D for Discipline is my middle name, lol.)
It's...it's just that this poem is so damned beautiful and poignant. And I had a particularly brutal encounter with my housemate this morning...and then I came to my computer, and in opening today's poetry offering, it smashed right into my soul and begged to be shared with my community, my tribe here.
"Sometimes it is necessary to reteach a thing its loveliness...." And so...here it is, today's love offering to all of you...and to me:
St. Francis and the Sow
stands for all things,
even those things that don't flower,
for everything flowers, from within, of self-blessing;
though sometimes it is necessary
to reteach a thing its loveliness,
to put a hand on its brow
of the flower
and retell it in words and in touch
it is lovely
until it flowers again from within, of self-blessing;
as St. Francis
put his hand on the creased forehead
of the sow, and told her in words and in touch
blessings of earth on the sow, and the sow
began remembering all down her thick length,
from the earthen snout all the way
through the fodder and slops to the spiritual curl of
from the hard spininess spiked out from the spine
down through the great broken heart
to the blue milken dreaminess spurting and shuddering
from the fourteen teats into the fourteen mouths sucking
and blowing beneath them:
the long, perfect loveliness of sow.
~ Galway Kinnell ~
(Mortal Acts, Mortal Words)
Galway Kinnell (born February 1, 1927 in Providence, Rhode Island) is one of the most influential American poets of the latter half of the 20th century. An admitted follower of Walt Whitman, Kinnell rejects the idea of seeking fulfillment by escaping into the imaginary world. His best-loved and most anthologized poems, such as "St. Francis and the Sow" and "After Making Love We Hear Footsteps," stand as testaments to the significant possibilities for transcendent realization that can be induced by meticulous excavation of the physical universe. en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Galway_Kinnell
Friday, November 27, 2009
I'm reading Sharon Salzberg's wonderful book, LOVINGKINDNESS: The Revolutionary Art of Happiness. It's not my first time either. It's chock-full of useful, everyday wisdom. And today, I'm reading JUST what I needed to hear in order to build a day of presence and mindfulness and purpose, from the chapter, The Gift of Equanimity:
"When the monks approached the Buddha and described (a series of circumstances), the Buddha wisely replied: 'There is always blame in this world. If you say too much, some people will blame you. If you say a little bit, some people will blame you. If you say nothing at all, some people will blame you.'
"This is the very nature of life. No one in this world experiences only pleasure and no pain, and no one experiences only gain and no loss. When we open to these truths, we discover that there is no need to hold on or to push away. Rather than trying to control what can never be controlled, we can find a sense of security in being able to meet what is actually happening. This is allowing for the mystery of things: not judging but rather cultivating a balance of mind that can receive what is happening, whatever it is. This acceptance is the source of our safety and confidence.
"When we feel unhappiness or pain, it is not a sign that things have gone terribly wrong or that we have done something wrong by not being able to control the circumstances. Pain and pleasure are constantly coming and going, and yet we can be happy. When we allow for the mystery, sometimes we discover that right in the heart of a very difficult time, right in the midst of a painful situation, there is freedom. In those moments when we realize how much we cannot control, we can learn to let go.
"As we begin to understand this we move from a mode of struggling to control what comes into our lives into a mode of simply wishing to truly connect with what is. This is a radical shift in worldview....When we become willing to experience everything, the confidence and certainty we once sought by denying change we can find by embracing it. We learn to relate to life fully, including the insecurity."
I used to have a sign with 12" letters above my fireplace in San Francisco:
I think I will post that reminder (smaller this time) somewhere for easy and frequent viewing. Not even self-blame. Especially not self-blame.
Thursday, November 26, 2009
I'm so deeply touched and grateful for the reaching out and loving thoughts from all my beautiful SparkFriends. I'm sure we can all figure out that I'm wishing you Happy Thanksgiving in Spanish!
It's a beautiful day here in central Arkansas. I began the morning with meditation and pranayama. I ate a healthy breakfast.
Four friends have invited me to share the day; I hope to make it by two. I never went to that "woe-is-me place" around spending this day solo, and look what happened!
My life is indeed full...I have myriad blessings...and my life isn't over yet!
I subscribe to silly, joyful "Notes from the Universe" www.tut.com and today *the Universe* said:
Mahalakshmi, I love this job! You know...writing you every day.
Do you know how I got it? No, besides being the Universe and getting whatever I want. Yes! I just started doing it.
And that's all anything takes.
P.S. Of course it'll feel funny at first, Mahalakshmi, might even look funny, but how badly do you want what you want?
Such a sweet reminder, eh. It all starts with a thought...and then just "doing it." How badly do I want what I want? Practice makes perfect!
I have been trying to read
the script cut in these hillsâ€”
a language carved in the shimmer of stubble
and the solid lines of soil, spoken
in the thud of apples falling
and the rasp of corn stalks finally bare.
The pheasants shout it with a rusty creak
as they gather in the fallen grain,
the blackbirds sing it
over their shoulders in parting,
and gold leaf illuminates the manuscript
where it is written in the trees.
Transcribed onto my human tongue
I believe it might sound like a lullaby,
or the simplest grace at table.
Across the gathering stillness
simply this: "For all that we have received,
dear God, make us truly grateful."
~ Lynn Ungar ~
(Blessing the Bread)
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