The only thing we can truly bequeath to the next generation are Roots and Wings. I hope this blog inspires you to share yours.
12/29/2013
12/27/2013
Hózhó -
Hózhó -
The Navajo believe the world to be an orderly place filled with interconnected objects all existing in a state of balance and harmony. The bedrock of the Navajo religion is the concept of Hózhó, which means a combination of existing in a state of balance, harmony, wellness, peace, and completeness. A sort of integrated oneness, with the universe running like an incredibly finely adjusted watch, with everything seamlessly working together. It is a complex concept that is remarkably similar to the Chinese Tao. The simplified translation of "to walk in beauty" trivializes the complexity of Hózhó. For the Navajo, Hózhó is everything, and when it goes awry, the orderly universe is disrupted and must be restored to its natural order. The issue is not one of aesthetics
12/26/2013
12/23/2013
12/07/2013
12/05/2013
Patient perseverance

Made for goodness

Fragmentary thought

Why they're really here

12/02/2013
Seven whispers
"The Seven Whispers:
- Maintain peace of mind.
- Move at the pace of guidance.
- Practice certainty of purpose.
- Surrender to surprises.
- Ask for what you need and offer what you can.
- Love the folks in front of you.
- Return to the world."
- Christina Baldwin, from her beautiful little book, "The Seven Whispers"
11/22/2013
11/16/2013
11/09/2013
11/06/2013
Got My Wings
Jarvis Masters [a prison inmate currently
sentenced to death row who took vows as a Buddhist from behind bars] unintentionally helped some other inmates connect with the
absolute, vast quality of their own minds. There is a teaching that says
that behind all hardening and tightening and rigidity of the heart,
there's always fear. But if you touch fear, behind fear there is a soft
spot. And if you touch that soft spot, you find the vast blue sky. Jarvis, in this story of
trying to avert harm, conveyed this fundamental openness to the other
inmates. One
day there was a seagull out on the yard in San Quentin. It had been
raining and the seagull was there paddling around in a puddle. One of
the inmates picked up something in the yard and was about to throw it at
the bird. Jarvis didn't even think about it-he automatically put out
his hand to stop the man. Of course this escalated the man's aggression
and he started yelling. Who the hell did Jarvis think he was? And why
did Jarvis care so much about some blankety-blank bird? Everyone
started circling around, just waiting for the fight. The other inmate
was screaming at Jarvis, "Why'd you do that?" And out of Jarvis's mouth
came the words, "I did that because that bird's got my wings."
Pema Chödrön, Practicing Peace in Times of War
10/14/2013
10/03/2013
Deep Roots
"When the spiritual life has
put down deep roots, there is a natural, organic evolution into deep
nonviolence: the attitude and practice of non-harming. Even individuals
who come from aggression naturally progress beyond the need to the
resort of violence. The realization of the
interconnectedness of all beings brings with it a sense of the utter
preciousness of all life. Every being in every species is precious and
irreplaceable. Man and women on the spiritual journey who have made
this realization would rather suffer harm themselves then harm another. They extend this attitude of non-harming to all sentient beings and to
the planet itself. A commitment to deep
nonviolence is necessary to the emerging global culture, and to
inter-spirituality. Nonviolence adjusts our external actions to our
inner attitudes, and makes them consistent with compassion and the
demands of love. As we grow in spiritual wisdom, we become more
sensitive to the rights of others, including other species. Gentleness,
calm, patience, and humility are all aspects of non-harming; they are
expressions of this wonderful quality often regarded as an attribute of
the divine itself."
Brother Wayne Teasdale in "The Mystic Heart: Discovering Spirituality in the World's Religions"
9/26/2013
A Vision
If we will have the wisdom to survive,
to stand like slow-growing trees on a ruined place,
Renewing it, enriching it,
If we will make our seasons welcome here,
Asking not too much of earth or heaven.
Renewing it, enriching it,
If we will make our seasons welcome here,
Asking not too much of earth or heaven.
Then a long time after we are dead
the lives our lives prepare will live here,
Their houses strongly placed upon the valley sides,
Fields and gardens rich in the windows.
The river will run clear,
as we will never know it,
And over it, birdsong like a canopy.
the lives our lives prepare will live here,
Their houses strongly placed upon the valley sides,
Fields and gardens rich in the windows.
The river will run clear,
as we will never know it,
And over it, birdsong like a canopy.
On the levels of the hills will be green meadows,
Stock bells in noon shade.
On the steeps where greed and ignorance cut down the old forest,
An old forest will stand,
Its rich leaf-fall drifting on its roots.
The veins of forgotten springs will have opened.
Stock bells in noon shade.
On the steeps where greed and ignorance cut down the old forest,
An old forest will stand,
Its rich leaf-fall drifting on its roots.
The veins of forgotten springs will have opened.
Families will be singing in the fields.
In their voices they will hear a music risen out of the ground.
They will take nothing from the ground they will not return,
whatever the grief at parting.
Memory, native to this valley,
will spread over it like a grove,
and memory will grow into legend,
legend into song, song into sacrament.
In their voices they will hear a music risen out of the ground.
They will take nothing from the ground they will not return,
whatever the grief at parting.
Memory, native to this valley,
will spread over it like a grove,
and memory will grow into legend,
legend into song, song into sacrament.
The abundance of this place,
the songs of its people and its birds,
will be health and wisdom and indwelling light.
This is no paradise or dream.
Its hardship is its possibility."
the songs of its people and its birds,
will be health and wisdom and indwelling light.
This is no paradise or dream.
Its hardship is its possibility."
- Wendell Berry
9/19/2013
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9/17/2013
9/16/2013
Clinging to hate
"I imagine one of the reasons people cling to their hates so stubbornly is because they sense, once hate is gone, they will be forced to deal with pain." (James Baldwin)
9/12/2013
God Has No Body
"God has no body but yours, no hands, no feet on earth but yours. Yours are the eyes with which he looks compassion on this world. Yours are the feet with which he walks to do good, yours are the hands, with which he blesses all the world. Yours are the hands, yours are the feet, yours are the eyes, you are his body. God has no body now on earth but yours."
Teresa of Avila (1515-1582)
9/06/2013
9/02/2013
Truly heard
"I like to be heard. I can testify that when I am in psychological distress and someone really hears me without passing judgment on me, without trying to take responsibility for me, without trying to mold me, it feels damn good! At these times it has relaxed the tension in me. It has permitted me to bring out the frightening feelings, the guilts, the despair, the confusions that have been a part of my experience. When I have been listened to and when I have been heard, I am able to re-perceive my world in a new way and to go on. It is astonishing how elements that seem insoluble become soluble when someone listens, how confusions that seem irremediable turn into relatively clear flowing streams when one is heard. I have deeply appreciated the times that I have experienced this sensitive, empathic, concentrated listening."
Carl Rogers - Experiences in Communication
8/28/2013
Anam Cara
Anam Cara means "Soul Friend." Anam is the Gaelic word
for soul and Cara is the word for friend. In Celtic tradition, an Anam Cara is
a teacher, companion or spiritual guide. With the Anam Cara you can share your
innermost self to reveal the hidden intimacies of your life, your mind and your
heart. This friendship cuts across all convention to create an act of
recognition and belonging that joins souls in an ancient and eternal way. In everyone's life, there is a great need for an Anam Cara, a
soul friend. In this relationship, you are understood as you are, without mask
or pretention. When you are understood, you are at home.
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