My friend, Ellen Besso is in Dharamsala right now, teaching English to Tibetans-in-exile. In her blog she writes of the tragedy of self-immolutation occurring in Tibet right now.
“It is now Thursday, October 25th, and 4 people have sacrificed themselves for the Tibetan cause since Saturday: 1 on Saturday, 1 Monday and 2 yesterday, Wednesday.”
I am so grateful to Tibetan Buddhism for the teachings I have received on Loving Kindness, a teaching that helps me touch suffering with compassion: May all beings be happy, May all beings be safe, May all beings be free.
Synchronistically, the same day I read Ellen’s blog, another friend sent me this link to the amazing sound of Jennifer Berezen and a clip on the making of her CD dedicated to Loving Kindess.
May you be happy, may you be safe, may you be free.
I am delighted to let you know that I have created a page (or store) to display and sell Occupy Your Heart greeting cards. It was a steep learning curve. Buttons mislinking, codes needing to be adjusted, but it was also very rewarding. The designs come from my heart – may they nourish your heart.
Ok, so I’m not a coffee drinker. But a friend told me about this ad that played during the Stanley Cup playoffs. To me, this is a wonderful sign of a changing consciousness. What if we all were so grateful for what we had?
Yesterday was filled with a painful challenge that was nourished by the calm of the sea and the play of the otters during New Moon Fire Ceremony. I came home and fell into the grace of this excerpt from the poem Temptress Visions.
All the stars in the sky
recall the purpose of your hallowed light.
Burn hole in through the layers.
Peel all the mockery away.
Enjoin the powers
to answer this call:
Bring the luminous vision
hidden behind the whirling particles
of the Mapmaker.
Let it enter me
like a shaft of light that enters a cave’s deepest measure.
Ancient fires still burn in these depths.
Who tends them?
What eyes are watching?
Waiting for time’s flower to bloom.
To submerge in the relentless subtlety
that moves beyond my reach
with a jaguar’s stealth.
To dream of elder ways
that leap over time
and leave behind the puzzle of our making.
Photo credit smokeycat6, flikr creative commons
I’ve been feeling waves of sadness lately, along with the grittiness of irritability. I also seem to have misplaced what little patience I had been nurturing over the past few years.
I wonder my experience is part of it is the collective sadness that comes with living in a world that doesn’t value the uniqueness of each being, that doesn’t value and honour the beautiful blue-green planet we call home, Pacha Mama.
The inner tension between hope and despair is increasing. At times I look out at our world and see all the wonderful acts of kindness, the indications of economic change, the growth in the local food economy and my heart delights. Other days I hear the rhetoric of our politicians saying how we need to fast track approval processes for resource extraction and I burst into tears, recognizing the model that sees the earth as a commodity to be sold, regardless of the larger impacts on communities, the ecosystem and our souls.
Perhaps it is simply part of the process of evolution – we need to experience the polarization of human consciousness between those who would imprison and those who would free the human spirit.
I’ve been using this beautiful Bell Chant from Buddhist teacher Thich Naht Hahn and Brother Phap Niem to soothe my soul and heart. To help me water the seeds of compassion, within and without.
I’m curious, are you feeling this tension? If so, how are you meeting it?
Brene Brown continues to inspire me with the tender, clear ways she expresses her experiences. In the post below she shares here experience of being personally attacked on comment boards. The tightwalk metaphor works well for me, as may days I am wobbling this way and that on the wholehearted living balance beam.
“I’m writing this because I’m always asked how I became so strong and immune to the criticism. The answer is that I am strong, but I’m not immune. It hurts. Like hell. Even though I know that “it’s not about me” or “some people are projecting” – it still hurts. I’m human.
Here’s what I’ve learned:
1. When we stop caring what other people think we lose our capacity for connection. When we are defined by what people think we lose our willingness to be vulnerable.
2. When we close ourselves off to feedback we stop growing. When we open ourselves up to ongoing cruelty, we shut down to self-protect.”
for more: my blog – Ordinary Courage.
What gave me great delight today?
• Tea brought to me in bed by my beloved.
• A morning and an afternoon snooze.
• Most of the day spent in the garden, hands in soil, sunshine gently warming body, soul and soil.
Delight nourishes every cell in my body. As a mentor of mine said, ” No pleasure, no treasure”. May your days be filled with pleasure and delight.