Friday, April 29, 2011

Equanimity


It's helpful to keep our equanimity - to not allow worries about money, health, anything really, distract us from the truth. It's "monkey mind," that endless internal chatter that can throw us off, but then it's amusing when we catch ourselves falling for our own mind-prattle.

Ultimately we do have rule over the universe that is our mind.

Today, I remember to keep clear as I uncover - realize - the infinite joy that cradles us all.

Sunday, April 24, 2011

Easy/Obvious - The Story of Abraham

(Anne Monique and her best friend Rebecca with me at the October book signing launch for Bear Speaks.)

For some reason Anne Monique and I were talking about the story of Abraham and Issac yesterday. She brought it up as evidence that the dictates of the Bible are just plain cruel. I've always found that story enigmatic, probably because I see so many parallels between myself and Abraham. I can relate to the guy - he's getting older, trying to follow the dictates of Truth - God - the inner voice of guidance inside, and he's got this only kid he loves more than anything, more than all of that. So his inner voice, the voice of Truth, in the story it's God - God tells him to kill the kid, and Abraham is thrown into the ultimate dilemma: does he protect what matters most to him, or listen to the Voice of Truth? God only lets Abraham off the hook when he's ready to do it - kill the kid - the knife's at the edge of Issac's throat when God finally tells Abraham he can stop.

Anne Monique hates that story. She says it reminds her of soldiers in an army blindly following orders, or disciples slaughtering innocent people because they think God told them to do it. I'm struggling with the thematic of that story also; it'd be easy to just dismiss it as dated literature with no relevance.

But if I take out the killing your kid business, I get it. For me it's simple things I don't want to do - stuff like visiting my mother-in-law instead of my own parents this Easter, sharing supplies I horded at the beginning of the year with other teachers at school, being more loving to people who cut me off on the freeway, sitting here writing this blog when my own private will wants to sleep in late and spend the day eating chocolate. Usually my inner voice tells me to stop acting like a spoiled child. For me sitting in prayer or meditation and telling the prattle in my noisy head to "shut up" gets me to a place where I am less hurtful, more real.

There's still the killing your kid business. As I struggle with this story I think of other dictates from another part of the Bible: "Love the Lord your God with all your heart, and all your soul, and all your mind," and "love your neighbor as yourself." The big idea is to expand our definition of family, stop being territorial and clinging to what we label "ours," especially our best beloved "only" children. Instead, the idea is to allow the love we feel for them to spread to all people and things around us - to have an expanded view of that love instead of a contracted, clingy one.

It's a tough call, but worth working on today...

Wednesday, April 20, 2011

Continuity...




I ran across this photo of Joseph Campbell, Jean Erdman, and Joan Halifax from Feathered Pipe Ranch in the 1970s. There he stands - the man who coined the phrase "follow your bliss" and launched modern studies into shamanism.

His presence there - in front of the same lake and tepee where we've camped, practiced and prayed the last six years - reminds me of the ongoing continuity to what is happening.

Today I resolve to be open to the blessings of that continuity.

Friday, April 15, 2011

The Law of Love


He was all that - willingly.

And there were others who were that.

And so then can we be that.

We will not abandon them, then.

Safe here in this room - in this space - in this everywhere.

Everyone - all that - warrior.

Willingly.

Tuesday, April 12, 2011

I Love You...


...without expectation

Eternally.

Just a little afraid of the expansion;

but getting braver.

Wednesday, April 6, 2011

The Necessary Physical


I love the local coffee shop where I do most of my writing. The tables are mismatched in bright, Formica colors. They are intermixed with cushy chairs and couches. It consists of several adjoining rooms, each painted a different pastel color and covered with art work from local artists; today it is mixed portraits of the same woman. In some of the paintings her head is scrambled Picasso-like into Easter egg colored puzzle pieces.

I sit here and write a story about an angel, in between the necessary diversion of e-mailing friends. The e-mails are necessary to keep me sitting, affixed to my chair here for several hours. Otherwise, my will power would waffle and I'd surely find an excuse to leave.

It occurs to me that my physical surroundings are beyond expressions of the mental. They exist as their own element, and that explains why I want to feel them, experience my world physically. We are here, now, in these bodies feeling, emoting, enjoying chocolate tea, a kiss or the touch of the pen to the page, or the finger to the key board, grounded, solid, as all of this. We do not exist as disembodied beings.

Today I remember to move through my physical environment deliberately, slowly. The images we picture in our mind's eye are physical, and they are real. It's fun to be here, now like this.

(Painting entitled "Two Coyotes Howling at the Moon" by Pat Olchefski-Winston.