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Teacher By Being

Yellow Woman -RC Gorman

How gentle a teacher Eckhart Tolle is.  How easily and yet demanding he puts forth his inspiration.  How ancient the meanings.  How he wishes us all to be teachers by Being. (p307)  If I can begin to live in a sacred manner, more and more each day, week, month, then I can come closer to Being.  It does not happen overnight, for sure…or week, or month…or maybe even year.  All I can do is retrace my missteps and find my way back to Egoless living.  My intention is good.

“The meek are the egoless…those who have awakened to their essential true nature as consciousness and recognize that essence in all “others,” all life-forms.  …embody awakened consciousness that is changing all aspects of life on our planet…including nature, because life on earth is inseparable from the human consciousness that perceives and interacts with it.  That is the sense in which the meek will inherit the earth… you are it!” (p 309)

I will miss the study of this book.  I have never allowed a book to affect and change me more.  I am all I do, if this is it, then let me be just that.

Enthusiasm: Living Life Passionately

Life is not drudgery, nor a journey to plod.  These few decades are all we have.  We have a few memories to gather.  The most important thing, to us, on earth, is our own soul.  Until we honor that, there is no honor. What we will take from this life is the spiritual growth that we make, the compassion we have given and the passions we have felt.

Eckhart speaks of ‘enjoyment plus the added element of a goal or vision to work towards…You will feel like an arrow that is moving toward the target-and enjoying the journey.” (P301)  He is not speaking about goals as things of form.  I believe he is speaking of spiritual goals.  We have to dare to be ourselves and have passion in that.  How wonderful we are…what miracles…how can we not celebrate our absolute uniqueness?

Warning - When I Am An Old Woman I Shall Wear Purple - Jenny Joseph

When I am an old woman, I shall wear purple

with a red hat that doesn’t go, and doesn’t suit me.

And I shall spend my pension on brandy and summer gloves

and satin candles, and say we’ve no money for butter.

I shall sit down on the pavement when I am tired

and gobble up samples in shops and press alarm bells

and run my stick along the public railings

and make up for the sobriety of my youth.

I shall go out in my slippers in the rain

and pick flowers in other people’s gardens

and learn to spit.

You can wear terrible shirts and grow more fat

and eat three pounds of sausages at a go

or only bread and pickles for a week

and hoard pens and pencils and beer nuts and things in boxes.

But mow we must have clothes that keep us dry

and pay our rent and not swear in the street

and set a good example for the children.

We must have friends to dinner and read the papers.

But maybe I ought to practice a little now?

so people who know me are not too shocked and surprised

when suddenly I am old, and start to wear purple.

What a great deal of outer and inner stress we add to our lives by living other people’s passions and enthusiasm.  Eckhart writes:  “When there is stress, it is usually a sign that the ego has returned and you are cutting yourself off from the creative power of the universe…” (p302)

We miss so much joy. We invite misery.  Henry David Thoreau once said, “…most men lead lives of quiet desperation“.  Without enthusiasm, we are nothing more than beasts of burden.  We wake up wishing we could sleep.  We sleep wishing we could not wake up. Every day is a burden.  H.W. Arnold wrote, “If you always do what you always did, you’ll always get what you always got.”  I have written about the ripple in the pond.  What we send out, we can expect back in some way.  “Enthusiasm has a high energy frequency and so resonates with the creative power of the universe.” Says Eckhart, and then he adds, that enthusiasm is a derivative of an ancient Greek word “en  theos”, meaning God and “enthoesiazein” means to be “possessed by God”. (p302)  What does feeling like life is hard and wishing only to have it different, and feeling put upon and miserable and pitiful and joyless have to do with being possessed by God?  We say we have faith in a Creator and yet we fear death.  We say we believe and then we walk in fear, believe every fear-monger, change scriptures to fit our frame of mind, control everything and everyone we can when we know we have been given “free” will….all things have free will…even fate/karma. Whatever we call it, has free will.

“When enthusiasm encounters obstacles in the form of adverse situations or uncooperative people, it never attacks but walks around them, or by yielding or embracing turns the opposing energy into a helpful one, the foes into a friend.” (p303)  The most bankrupt thing in the world is the person who has lost his or her enthusiasm. Julia Cameron says “Enthusiasm is not an emotional state. It’s a spiritual commitment, a loving surrender to our creative process.”  Enthusiasm is a gift in that it has its own energy.  Ellen Corby declared, “You must have enthusiasm for life or life is not going to have a lot of enthusiasm for you.”  That is a powerful statement but speaks to that ripple in the Universe that we send out each thought, each moment, of our life here.

Physically, intellectually, emotionally and spiritually, we reflect what we feel.  When we are enthused, it shows in our posture, our gait, our every movement.  Our thoughts we think and/or share evolve from what we choose to feel about life.  I am sure you have noticed “:dark cloud” people:  whiners, complainers, bitchers and bellyachers, Pessimists, cynics, doomsayers, negative people who drain you, can sway you, and attempt to rain on your parade.  As we try to live soulful lives, we need to avoid these kind of people as much as possible.  They are enthusiasm murderers.  They will be judgmental because they loathe themselves and their lives.  Linda and I used to call these kinds of people, “Sapsuckers” and that is exactly what they are.  Sapsuckers drill and drill and drill until sap leaks out.  Sapsuckers are not primarily interested in insects for food. Instead, they’re looking for tree sap. They collect sap using their long brush-tipped tongue as the sap flows out of the holes they’ve drilled.  Sapsuckers do not seriously harm their host. The holes are shallow and the wounds do not cause significant or permanent damage. But sometimes a particular tree becomes a favorite feeding place for an individual sapsucker. We get enmeshed into the cycle of negativity of that person who drinks us dry with their negativity.  The host, then, may be weakened and become more sensitive to other problems in that the wounds themselves may attract harmful insects. Sound familiar?  Have you ever been the victim of a Sapsucker?  They simply are not worth your time here on earth.  It is short and you have much to do…and how can you do it with enthusiasm when what you have around you is a peck and heck of negative people that create negativity in you, if you allow it?

The Art of Disappearing - Naomi Shihab Nye

When they say Don’t I know you?
say no.

When they invite you to the party
remember what parties are like
before answering.
Someone telling you in a loud voice
they once wrote a poem.
Greasy sausage balls on a paper plate.
Then reply.

If they say We should get together
say why?

It’s not that you don’t love them anymore.
You’re trying to remember something
too important to forget.
Trees. The monastery bell at twilight.
Tell them you have a new project.
It will never be finished.

When someone recognizes you in a grocery store
nod briefly and become a cabbage.
When someone you haven’t seen in ten years
appears at the door,
don’t start singing him all your new songs.
You will never catch up.

Walk around feeling like a leaf.
Know you could tumble any second.
Then decide what to do with your time.

That is not to mean that you should show no compassion.  Of course you should.  There are authentic people out there who have authentic misery; physically, intellectually, emotionally, or spiritually.  They need nurturing.  And, we all have those down days.  It is best to keep yourself away from others when you have nothing to give.  But, should that “nothing to give” last longer than a day, then you need to find a way to pull up your bootstraps and find something to be enthused about.  When you have done what you can do and a person still continues to suck, just know they will eventually suck you dry.  I know the feeling, truly, because I worked in a high risk burn-out career for 23 years.  There is little recommendation, recompense, and reverence for such if you do not own it in the first place.  I have been called “Mother Theresa”, a “Do-gooder”, a permanently Idealistic person”, and I met some huge Egos in that field.  They are the kind of people who do not care about Right, but care about their rightness. They saw the area we worked in as a place to exert power and control, rather than surrender.  They were Teachers, by god, and they missed the whole joy of it.  Part of my enthusiasm that emoted was that I was a learner/teacher, teacher/learner.  They forgot that they were “in service” to others.   But, along the way, I met magnificent teachers and administrators.  I have seen Principals and administrators weep over children.  I have walked out of an office where we had just been in conference with a mother and a twelve year old who had tested positive for HIV because the mother’s boyfriend was a carrier and had sexually abused this beautiful young girl and stepped back in for some reason, and found the Principal with his head down on his desk, sobbing.  His authenticity touched me and gave me the reason to believe in what we worked at.  I have met a principal who absolutely put the child first.  He spent time in his office every day, one by one with the students in the school, day after day, just visiting with the kids.  He was their greatest mentor and they loved him for it.  He could have sold them air.  There was such reciprocal respect, honor and grace in  an area and an arena where disrespect and chaos could have ruled…and did rule after he left the position.  This principal had his off days, of course, but it was always centered around the kids, and when the time was right, and if necessary, centered around the compassion he felt for his staff.  He was an amazing man to work with.  He treated his staff like peers.  How often do we find that in an Administrator?  He enthused us all to be better teacher/learners, to seek and understand and make yourself holistically available to those we served.  He made working such a holy place.  But, of course,, there were those areas where work was truly difficult on the body, mind, heart and soul.  Somehow I had to see God everyday in those I worked with…and I was blessed in having that right up until the last.  When it got to be that I did not want to go to work, I knew I was done.  I let the Sapsuckers win but when I knew I could not save even myself, it was time.  Someone once said, “Get a job you like and you will never work a day in your life.”  When there was more negativity, no enthusiasm, and it began to affect every area of my being, it was time to remove myself.  I spent a couple of years faking it until I made it but came a time when I could no longer fake what I could not feel.

Norman Vincent Peale, wrote that “You will never have enthusiasm in your life unless you steadily put some in. This is basic,” he said. “To have enthusiasm, you must practice enthusiasm. It is based on the “as if” principle. Act as if, and that which you practice will tend to be.”  It was time for me to surrender to the fact that I no longer felt the right kind of passion and I could not bear to pass that on to those kids that came to me each day.  It was the greatest gift, at that time that I gave myself.

Love After Love - Derek Walcott

The time will come

When, with elation,

You will greet yourself in arriving

At your own door, in your own mirror,

And each will smile at the other’s welcome,

And say, sit here, eat.

You will love again the stranger who was your self.

Give wine,  Give bread.  Give back your heart

To itself, to the stranger who has loved you

All your life, whom you ignored

For another, who knows you by heart.

Take down the love letters from the bookshelf,

The photographs, the desperate notes,

Peel your image from the mirror.

Sit.  Feast on your life.

Eckhart states:  “…You can only manifest what you already have.” (p305)  We were each given the gift of passion and enthusiasm.  How long will we leave it wrapped away?  It is contagious either way.  Wouldn’t you want to feel like there is purpose, there is reason for Joy, there is reason to believe that this is a miraculous opportunity…that every moment is a miraculous opportunity to connect to the One, no matter what it is, either negative or positive?  Oh let us bear it, let us lift banners of our belief and show that we know we are children of one great Creator who would have us collect all the gifts that come our way, no matter how they come.

“I want you to get swept away. I want you to levitate. I want you to sing with rapture and dance like a dervish. Be deliriously happy. Or at least leave yourself open to be. love is passion, obsession, someone you can’t live without. If you don’t start with that, what are you going to end up with? I say fall head over heels. Find someone you can love like crazy and who’ll love you the same way back. And how do you find him? Forget your head and listen to your heart. Run the risk, if you get hurt, you’ll come back. Because, the truth is there is no sense living your life without this. To make the journey and not fall deeply in love — well, you haven’t lived a life at all. You have to try. Because if you haven’t tried, you haven’t lived. ” - William Parrish, Meet Joe Black

On Being A Flute

How many things do we do, have to do, must do, do we let get done without realizing that ever move we make stirs the Universe?  If we begrudge what we are doing, it stirs and rebounds and we will have reason to feel bitter, resentful, harassed, put-upon every time we do it….  I try to get through the stuff I dislike so I can get to the good stuff.  Sometimes there is more Other Stuff than good stuff, but I just try to keep myself going and find reward in completing what I had to drive myself to do.

“The peace that comes with surrendered action turns into a sense of aliveness when you actually enjoy what you are doing.” - p297

It is not that I am obsessive about having peace, but I am darn close.  I want to be able to be fully alive no matter what I am doing.  Even painful things need to be felt fully.  That is easy to feel.  What is hard to feel is joy and excitement in doing mundane things.  I am not delaying my sense of satisfaction. It is that I work more diligently to get something done Right!  No good, nor best, nor in comparison to anything else…but that I am doing and conscious of doing rather than lost in thought, whether they be of drudgery or dislike which automatically springboards to other negative thoughts, with me…to simply being conscious of what my body is feeling while I work…how it loves the moves it makes.

Eckhart wrote:  “The waiting to start living syndrome is one of the most common delusions of the unconscious state.” (p297)  When I tally up the hours I was unconscious, I realize how very much I have missed.  I have begun to find creative ways to complete things I have preciously disliked doing.  I make games of it.  I try to create a poem in my head as I do them.  But I am lucky.  There is not much I HAVE to do now.  Being in Retirement has amazing bonuses.

See, Ego would have this statement torn to shreds but a few months ago:  “It isn’t the action you perform that you really enjoy, but the deep sense of aliveness that flows into it.  That aliveness is one with who you are.”  (p298)  I think recognizing that everything I do is a gift of some kind (and sometimes that takes creativity, believe me) makes what I do do worth noticing.  So often I waited for someone else to notice and make judgment, then I noticed and made judgments from egoic state, and finally I am able to just notice what I do, honor that I can still do them…I am blessed, even in being able to get down on my knees and scrub a toilet for goodness sakes.  I do not need to take pills of any kind for whatever little physical complaint I have, or what many, my age, do take…  I notice I do things differently.

I have a secret.  I have arthritis so badly in my left hand that it takes until about noon for me to straighten and bend my fingers on my right hand.  I type when I can because writing is my major passion.  I tell myself that the movements of the hand and fingers will keep them more pliable.  But, secretly, I have begun to use my left hand more.  I can not write with pen or pencil very easily for some months now…and I can not seem to use them as well as I can type.  The pain in my hand has made me appreciate what my hands do and have done.  As well, I cannot walk very far any more due to neurpathy in my feet, which ahs traveled up and now my thighs go numb if I stand or walk very far and then my left hip starts spasming.  My balance is not as good as it was and I have taken some wild and wonderfully aerobic jumps and running disasters off the flower garden stones.  But I still create.  I still walk when and where I can, perhaps only more slowly…and therefore I stay more present and see and experience much more.  I had always been on a dead run…now I am capturing moments along the way.  I am finding ways to compensate. My body finds ways to compensate…isn’t the body wonderful?  I am more conscious of my body…and had it not hurt, I may not have come to this yet.

Eckhart says:  “When the creative power of the universe becomes conscious of itself, it manifests as joy. (p297)  I understand the sweet smiles of many of the elders…they know….  There is joy in being made aware of things we took for granted.  There is much joy that I might have missed.

“Joy does not come from what you do, it flows into what you do and thus into this world from deep within you.” P298  Even now, as I move into Elderhood, there is so much to experience.  I have the time, the moments to contemplate, and one of the greatest things I have learned is that “a nap” is the most glorious thing and I do not even feel guilty for them.  I have spent a few days contemplating my naps.  Imagine!

Have you ever really been present in rest and then noticing the pattern of rest and then sleep?  It is a wonderful sort of meditation to feel the body sort itself out to rest…when the mind is quietly being present and noticing what it is doing.

There are those things I ignored, did in a rote fashion, and I missed much Joy, but I am learning to search and find it in the things I do.  As Eckhart says, even though there is Joy,   “You are still an ordinary human.” (P 300)  and I think the key is that I was spending a great deal of energy and time trying NOT to be ordinary and feeling the whimsy and wail of never quiet making it in anything.  See, I never recognized real JOY.  Joy was not success, nor challenges met, nor Ego-driven things.  Joy was always in me.  I just had to sit still long enough to notice them…and in noticing that Joy…I am noticing the miracle of being human.  Now, as I allow things to just BE, I can recognize a deeper level of the following quote that Eckhart wrote in his book:  “I am a hole in a flute that the Christ’s breath moves through.  Listen to this music.” - Hafiz-Sufi Master

Acceptance: Refusing To Do Battle

“For now, this is what this situation, this moment, requires me to do, and so I do it willingly.” Be at peace while you do it…. (p296)

For so long, I seemed to resent surrender and acceptance.  It seemed like failure to me.  Acceptance looks like such a passive thing, as Eckhart states,  But he goes on to say, ”

but in reality it is active and creative because it brings something entirely new into the world.  That peace, that subtle energy vibration, is consciousness, and one of the ways in which it enters this world is through surrendered action, one aspect of which is acceptance.” (P296)  The energy I have spent fighting it could have gone to such greater good.

People who accept, but with a sense of resignation, can often go through chronic sorrow, denial, anger and depression.  There is a sense of bargaining as if by accepting, they are worthy of some sort of trade-off expected.  If that trade-off is not felt, they can become bitter and one hear things like, “  I give in because what is the use…I am tired of fighting…”Rather than acceptance, they feel a sense of futility.  This is not acceptance.  True acceptance brings Peace.

Not imbuing True Acceptance means that you carry old baggage with you that evolves from  that which you should have accepted.  Not accepting an experience in life means that you can not access a true here and now.  You may go through times of false suffering.  You suffer because you can not be truly alive while you are blocked by the feeling of being a victim to life and its experiences.  We pack all our resentments up in a huge box and pack it around, sighing, suffering, feeling put upon.  All we have to do is put down the box.  That experience is over, the lessons waiting to be useful, and the path remains the same but we can walk it unburdened and have wisdom that lightens our step.

Acceptance emits calmness and that calmness ripples before us like rose petals on our path.  It is empowering.  It lightens our steps forward.  The peaceful mind is open and ready to see beauty and necessity in all things.  Acceptance allows us to be who we really are and, because we accept Self and lessons the Self has need of, we can then allow others to be and experience what they must.  Not only can we accept, but we become better for it.

Acceptance eliminates competition, as well.  When we are not competitive, we do not come from a place of feeling like we, or others, are lacking something.  Self acceptance is often much more difficult than it might seem. Criticizing parents, teachers, and other influential people often plant the seeds of limiting beliefs. These may take the form of subconscious beliefs such as, “I’m weak”, “I’m ugly”, “I’m selfish”, “I’m a failure.”

Acceptance is a difficult thing if we have had criticism embedded in our view of ourselves and others, even life, itself.  In fact, sometimes non-acceptance, feels more comfortable to us because it is our way of dealing with an angsty Ego.  In fact, an angsty Ego will feed itself every chance it gets to confirm those victimization-feelings.  We become what we believe and walk around pitiful and angry, like a cat on the prowl, waiting for another war to battle.  We do not pick our battles.  It is not the who or what of the battle, but the battle itself.  It is not Acceptance that is being offered but absolute resistance to almost anything.  These personalities are confrontational and you can not have a logical conversation or experience with some of these people who are so enmeshed with their own angst.

I resisted:  My how I resisted.  I had confrontations that made no sense to anyone but me.  I may not have been resisting the experience, even, it could have been about something totally foreign to that moment.  Resistance seemed to be my greatest sense of value.  Poor people who felt my wrath would be bewildered because there was no logic to my reaction.  There was a sense in me that I deserved something else.  I took a wide stance and prevented, denied and got angry when I sensed a lack of respect, or a sense of challenge, or even a sense of control.  It was wrapped up in lack of respect for authority, as well.  I watched carefully, and if I found, and I usually could, reasons not to respect another person, I resented them.  I would not allow others their human frailties because I would not accept my own.   God, forgive me.  I never saw an event or person in the moment…I was viewing it through sick yellow eyes of a predator.  There were no lessons, there was no honor, there was no self-respect, in reality, for the people and things that came to me with an offering of a new lesson.  The gift of each experience we have is meant to be graciously accepted….even the ones we would rather not have met.  The gift is as wonderful as the way we receive and utilize it.  The struggle against some experiences completely annihilates the gift and makes it more difficult for us to see other things and incidents as gifts.

Acceptance allows us to live a desirable, intentionally peaceful, life.  But one must not become complacent in accepting even Acceptance.  Life will always hand us unexpected and undesirable moments.  Some call it Karma, some call it testing, some call it God’s will, some call it misfortune.  I have a sense it is testing to see if we truly got the lesson.  If I don’t’ ‘get it’, I will get more and more chances to ‘get’ what I did not before.  Only total acceptance, whether we get the lesson at first at not, is the only way to living a peaceful life.

Life takes total acceptance, not begrudging acceptance nor token acceptance.  It needs us to embrace what shows up, honoring it for the lessons it brings and the strength it evokes within us.  The more difficult, the more acceptance and honor it takes.  We can change things but first we must accept them.  When you look for the honor in all things, the lessons, the gifts, it is then that we accept that we can not know and control all things and that there is something greater at work.

We are required, encouraged, sometimes almost ‘demanded” to learn new lessons.  We can use up wasted energy to fight them, but it is so much easier to allow things to be as they are and live a life that learns how to find the gift in difficult things.  There is evidence of “the gifts” every day, even in the small disturbing things.  When you feel the call to battle, consider how you might use that energy to accept what comes.

“To offer no resistance to life is to be in a state of grace, ease and lightness. This state is then no longer dependent upon things being in a certain way good or bad.”

“There are cycles of success, when things come to you and thrive, and cycles of failure when they wither or disintegrate, and you have to let them go in order to make room for new things to arise or for transformation to happen.

If you cling and resist at that point, it means you are refusing to go with the flow of life, and you will suffer. Dissolution is needed for new growth to happen. One cycle cannot exist without the other.”

–Eckhart Tolle, The Power of Now

Tenderness, Poetry and Patience - That Kind of Real

That Kind of Tenderness

I.

she loosens draped veils,

they snake down her body slowly,

revealing buttery flesh

rounded by breath of offering

that kind of tenderness

II.

Mother, holding her dying baby,

memorizing each feature, finger and toe

by heart that will wait eternity

that kind of tenderness

III.

a soldier holds his wounded veteran wife

even though she can no longer

hold him back because a roadside bomb

tore her baby blue wedding dress dreams

that kind of tenderness

IV.

I trace the ragged scars

that once represented something of femininity;

babies’ suckle, lover’s taste,

still able to feel what it can not know

except by the tender cup of his palm

holding air

that kind of tenderness

That Kind of Poetry

I.

Words that twist themselves up in Joy,

spill across the page like children running

in fields or riotous daisies

that kind of poetry

II.

new babies bright eyes over mother’s shoulder,

icecream on the forehead,

butterflies stalling midflight

that kind of poetry

III.

crippled man learning to walk

on prostheses of phrases,

stumble down stories of war,

and love, and bliss seeping

through cracks that can trip you up

that kind of poetry

IV.

I can’t write that exact language.

I breathe it, though,

like a half-hung criminal

hanging on truths and borrowed bridges

who finds the knot loosens

on a happenstance swing

and I can read minds

who are oasis’s mid-desert mirage

to a woman who is dying

of thirst for such as this;

that kind of poetry

That Kind of Patience

I.

She waits like half-starved whelp

for him to come

as food boils over,

goes dry,

yet she re-warms it over and over

and hopes for kept flavor ~

that kind of patience

II.

brewing and stewing a baby

in an overstretched wombful

of belief in miracles

with right number of toes, and fingers

and cells doubling in the right places,

praying she has

that kind of patience

III.

he doesn’t hear,

so she yells,

without sounding angry,

or hurt, or spiteful

he loses things, misunderstands,

comes to bed with beer-breath,

wakes up too early,

holds his breath at night

until she shakes him

and she learns to let it go

he forgets to say he loves her

but remembers to put flowers

on his first wife’s grave, once a year

slurps his soup, eats with his knife,

steals her covers, takes a bigger piece

than she but then she uses onion in his food

and he hates onions

so it is give and take

that kind of Patience