A Blog Tune Up

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What if?

What if I am not one intact soul traversing countless lives?  What if the primordial ooze intermingles life essence while on deck for birth and a mixture of life experiences compose my present enterprise of being?

Could make sense.  Could help explain mixed impulses throughout our lives, or varied times we seem to flow inexplicably or yearn for something out of the blue.  Could account for certain hauntings of "unfinished business" or a flash of sudden knowledge -- a sudden surety that was not earned or logically arrived at.  Could give a new twist to that unexplained instant recognition of another.

Perhaps much of soul work is a kind of inner "tikkun olam" (repairing the world), making our inner world whole, fusing the shards together.  Perhaps that's part of "jihad", the inner struggle for wholeness.

 So what? How might this information help?  It may help us accept -- even love -- all parts of ourselves, knowing that they somehow serve the whole, either in healing or being healed to inform this mystery, this majesty, this ride called life.

Let Us Heal

For my newsletter column:

Coming into the September sermon schedule, I am keenly aware that “9/11” falls on a Sunday.  What’s more, it is being promoted as the tenth year anniversary.  I approach this date with trepidation, because I fear, frankly, that we, as a nation, will miss another opportunity to respond in a way that leads toward wellness.

I have felt for some time that we need to stop encouraging pathological grief.  We need to stop re-opening and salting the wound of “9/11” with the anguish of victimology and the compulsion of American exceptionalism.  This creates the assumption that this should never have happened to us (more than anyone else)….and that since it has happened to us, it has changed the world, being a tragedy that trumps other tragedies.

This, I believe, is false logic, which will not lead us to the world we want to live in, unless we want to stay fearful and suspicious, making choices out of a sense of scarcity.

I believe that much that is ailing our society in the U.S. is revealed in our response to 9/11. I also believe that the terrorists had a far greater victory than necessary, for weakening society is not only about the initial strike, it is about disabling hope, integrity and the generosity of a people.

If we memorialize an attack, to the point of giving our children a cultural reference (“9/11”), we condition ourselves into an emotional metaphor that carries through the way we dwell with one another.  Let us not shape a society of indignant victims who remain in denial that horrific things can happen to anyone and have….all around the world.    Let us not lead ourselves into the quagmire of the unfairly attacked, which feeds the justification to close our borders, to fear the stranger, to disregard consequences of our aggressive action (because “worse has happened to us”) and keep the echo of a terrible day the center of our days to come.

I remember reading an article years back of a wife and mother who lost her spouse in the terrorist attacks.  She was pleading with society and the media to help her help her children move on and embrace the days that they have, tend toward the healing, and end the obsession with that horrible day.

As I was leaving Chautauqua Institute, I shook the hand of a New York fire fighter who had shared the communal kitchen where we made our meals.  We had not spoken about 9/11.  I simply looked into his eyes and said “thank you for what you do.”  He returned my offer of humanity with his own and we both knew the layers within that moment.  Tears filled my eyes as I walked away.  We can honor our wounds by living well into our days; not by avoiding the sadness, but by meeting it with kindness and a belief that this day, regardless of what we’ve been through, can be a good day.

So may it be.  Amen.

Archive of Joy

As I watch my daughter pull away in her hard-earned, recently bought, 12 year old convertible, I send hopes that it becomes a part of her archive of joy.  Soon to leave the nest, so to speak, I will her archive to be deep and wide, full of sense memories that will serve her in the growth pains ahead. 

We each must foster an archive of joy; which is the resilience that carries us through beyond the distortions and distractions of disillusionment.  Because, of course, betrayed expectations and shattered presumptions befall us all as we navigate our lives.  And though they are not ultimately real, they are gifts of spirit that help us expand into conscious living. 

Joy, on the other hand, is real: it is the resonance of our sacred knowing of life’s worth. 

There is another archive I’ve been filling – or, so I hope.  The archive of being loved.  That, too, is one we can never over fill, one that comes in handy during lonely times.  May we be generous in our sympathetic joy and gestures of love.  The challenge of the world will then become a dance of awareness and wonder.

Joy of Being

Joy of being has to do with nothing.
    It comes from a source deep within.
          Outside of time, within each moment,
                 It has no attachment to our ways or days.

Joy of being has to do with openning.
    It does not wait for our permission.
           Outside of control, within all knowing,                
                It is not phased by our opinion.

Joy of being has to do with living.
    It gladly offers hope and bread.
           Outside of drama, within all being,
                It gives entrance to the heart of the universe.

I Choose to Pay Attention

Does a cat's purr generate ease in the universe?
Does a bee's buzz strengthen joy of encounter?
Does a bird's song vibrate beauty of life?
Does a belly laugh give room for freedom to love?
Does a sigh give the air a gentleness of spirit?
And does flatulence offer a reminder not to take ourselves so seriously?

The hum of the universe is in all things.
I choose to pay attention.

Life

Life is not about human accomplishment.  Life is about joy of being.  When human accomplishment is done with joy and out of love, it manifests God.