27 December 2020

What can we be? What can we do?


 Once you know what you can be, you know what you can do...


It was suggested to me recently that I should write. more. particularly as a way of recognizing the interconnectedness of things from and within an expanded view of experiencing.

 As this year draws to a close and the next year is being ushered into existence, it is a natural time of reflection and future-visioning. And the present has its own uniqueness, with the threads of time interwoven into the fabric of the being-ness and doing-ness web of life.

A few hours from now there is also a practice being held in honor of someone I knew who died three days ago. She was one of the most gentle and kind people I have ever met.

Looking at the brief text thread with Marcy, from the last one I sent while she was in the ICU saying that I was envisioning her surrounded in a blanket of love to our initial texting connection on Dec 29 2019 after she and I shared an experience of viewing one of the year-of-deepening-in-compassion Dharma talks (we were the only 2 that day and ended up huddled up around the center's iPad in comfy chairs upstairs... a very sweet memory), to her sharing about the tattoo she had gotten in March, I recalled how even though our time in friendship was brief, I felt connected with her on a deep level and appreciated her inner strength and resilience as well as her sense of adventure and lighthearted humor. 

We talked about traveling to Thailand together and I felt honored that she considered me a potential travel companion (the feeling was mutual; she was very easy to imagine exploring with and managing good self care). We never did get together for that tea we talked about meeting for... it's an image that makes me smile that somewhere down the trail we just might find ourselves sipping tea in Thailand together...

She had a dog named Risa who was (almost) always with her. The Sukhavati ceremony is performed for the benefit of helping the deceased transition through the Bardo by lessening suffering, fear and loss and offering focus and clarity. May we do this with the same spirit as the emotionally calming angel Risa did for her in this life _/|\_

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The present also has a sense of cultivating Enoughism (inspired by Brene Brown saying she is a recovering perfectionist and aspiring 'good enough-ist').

"Enough is enough and more is too much" ~something I once heard an adult say to a child when I was a teenager. It stuck with me.

One of the aspects of Adult-ing is that we are the ones who need to determine our own enough-ness.

I paused at this juncture of my writing and contemplated this on my walk. Meandering through thoughts, moving and embodying this concept brought me to wondering whether "too-much-ness" applied only to what we label so-called "bad" behaviors/emotions/events, etc. and by the time I returned home I concluded that: There IS such a thing as too much of anything, but it's more about counterbalancing. (I have my tai chi teacher to thank for deepening my understanding of balance, which I believe is one of the keys to harmony and healing).

Too much doing without enough being or too much being without enough doing both can bring imbalances. Yin Yang

Too much gentleness without enough strength can lead to a lack of healthy boundaries; and when gentleness is counterbalanced with strength it can provide a necessary framework, as in a tender heart supported by a strong spine. Strength is not inherently harmful, however, when viewed as a tool, we all know that tools can be misused.

A further metaphor could be how part of the strength of the body's assimilation of nutrients from food depends on how well the semipermeable membrane of the small intestine allows the beneficial particles to be absorbed, as determined by how resilient the cellular junctions are after being widened. 

Not too tight; not too loose.

The give and take of these examples resembles a dance of:

receiving and leading

feminine and masculine

being and doing


And ultimately...

When a spider knows she is a spider she builds a web.

 (Once you know what you can be, you know what you can do)

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2020 Clarity ---> 2021 Be/Do from a wholehearted space which is

Connected to universal wisdom and

Guided by equipoise (balance of forces or interests)

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31 December 2018

2019 aspirations

Optimism: hopefulness and confidence about the future or the successful outcome of something.


Forever Young....
Image result for yin yang


Balance.....
Do Be Do Be Do Be Do Be






Way of Be-ing...


25 November 2018

Authentic Confidence


Be like the bird who, pausing in her flight awhile on boughs too slight, feels them give way beneath her, and yet sings, knowing she hath wings. - Victor Hugo


🌊 From a like-hearted connection, Experience:


There's a Place:



"Full Circle"
Hold it up
Fill your cup
Look out to sea
Feel what I see
Hold it up
Fill your cup
Look out to sea
Respect what I see
And I reason with you now,
Trying to find my way out
As she's singing all these songs
Oh, she's singing to heal my soul.
Find my place, find my reason
Oh, I been here so long
Oh, she's singing with the trees
Oh, she's singing to heal me

✨ espírito afim _/|\_


22 November 2018

Gratitude and Compassion


Gratitude unlocks the fullness of life.
It turns what we have into enough, 
and more.
It turns denial into acceptance, 
chaos to order, confusion to clarity.
It can turn a meal into a feast, 
a house into a home, 
a stranger into a friend.
—Melody Beattie



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05 October 2018

healing


"Sometimes, when you heal, your body gets all better.
Infections leave. Wounds disappear.
You feel happier. Brighter. More positive.
Sometimes, healing looks very, very different.
An infection stays. An old pain resurfaces.
You don't feel 'healed' at all. You feel worse than ever!
Powerful and uncomfortable feelings emerge!
Rage. Deep sorrow. Terrors you never knew were in you!
(Ah, but they were, friend, they were...)
This is healing, too. This falling apart.
The image of 'healing' has been shattered.
The image was false.
Trust. Trust the energies that are moving through you now.
You may feel 'worse', yes, but you are getting better at living.
You are experiencing a deeper kind of healing,
one which doesn't match the mind's fantasies.
This is a reintegration. A death... and a rebirth.
Darkness emerging into light.
All the bits you ran away from,
coming to you now
for love and acceptance.
Throw away your childhood fantasies of healing.
Fall apart. Lose the future.
Die into the Now.
Break apart for love.
You are whole, even though
your dreams have been shattered.
This is true healing, then:
Recontacting the Wholeness that you are." 
~ Jeff Foster

🙏🏼

14 July 2018

hello, little teacher II

**Update to one of my personally favorite posts from 2011,
as the lessons from this little teacher continue to deepen ....

Dream Flag, Buddhism, Kagyu, Karmapa
Karmapa Dream Flag via Wikimedia Commons

The American primitive painter Albert Pinkham Ryder (1847-1917) reported watching an inch-worm crawl up a twig and then, clinging to the very end, revolve in the air, feeling for something to reach. “That’s me,” he said, “I am trying to find something out there beyond the place on which I have a footing.”
- Robert Genn

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As I was waking up with my unsettled, loose-end'ish feeling self and starting the day today, I was sitting at this desk when I noticed this tiny little worm. 

I noticed as s/he/'it' moved along that at times the surface of the desk seemed slippery and it
struggled for traction.
Sometimes the cracks made it turn and
go another way.
Sometimes it would topple over and get back up.
It went over the cracks, down the tiers of the edge of the desk and back up again several times.

What is going on here?
I curiously wondered.

08 July 2018

belonging. be.

THE HOUSE OF BELONGING
I awoke
this morning 
in the gold light 
turning this way
and that

thinking for 
a moment 
it was one 
day
like any other.

But 
the veil had gone 
from my 
darkened heart 
and 
I thought

it must have been the quiet 
candlelight 
that filled my room,
it must have been 
the first 
easy rhythm 
with which I breathed 
myself to sleep,
it must have been 
the prayer I said 
speaking to the otherness 
of the night.

And 
I thought 
this is the good day 
you could 
meet your love,
this is the gray day 
someone close 
to you could die.

This is the day 
you realize 
how easily the thread 
is broken 
between this world 
and the next
and I found myself 
sitting up 
in the quiet pathway 
of light,
the tawny close 
grained cedar 
burning round 
me like fire 
and all the angels 
of this housely 
heaven ascending 
through the first 
roof of light 
the sun had made.

This is the bright home 
in which I live, 
this is where 
I ask
my friends 
to come, 
this is where I want 
to love all the things 
it has taken me so long 
to learn to love.

This is the temple 
of my adult aloneness 
and I belong 
to that aloneness 
as I belong to my life.

There is no house 
like the house of belonging.

'The House of Belonging'
From The House of Belonging
Poems by David Whyte
© David Whyte and Many Rivers Press



03 July 2018

visions of heart's delight


Gratitude can turn a
meal into a feast,
a house into a home,
a stranger into a friend.

It makes sense of our past,
brings peace for today,

and creates a vision for tomorrow.
~Melody Beattie 
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When you are sorrowful,
look again in your heart,
and you shall see that in truth you are
weeping for that which has been your delight.
- Khalil Gibran

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