That very first breath
It must have been frightening
A long ago memory
Now tucked away in the
Tender vulnerable places
Laying dormant until
A sudden loud noise
Or shaming word or dead animal
Reopens the memory wound
But then like a dream
Slips back into the night
Shy before the sunlit curtain
And the intimacy of sheets
You know life still hurts
But you don't remember why
The child asks her parent
In his book The Biology of Transcendence: A Blueprint of the Human Spirit, author Joseph Chilton Pearce says, "All of us know intuitively that we are not by nature savage beasts. Fewer, however, are aware that we are driven to some fairly beastly behaviours by enculturation, despite the fact that the process itself is supposed to prevent this."
One of my all time favourite stories it The Little Prince. Such a gorgeous book that aims straight for the heart and contains a wealth of wisdom from beginning to end. My favourite part is where the little prince meets the fox and the very pretty fox asks to be tamed. In the French version the word "apprivoiser" is used which I much prefer over the English translation. Tame means to dominate, subdue, win over or "break". Sadly it's often how we are with each other and with nature.
I must say I really enjoy this video clip of Ven. Jigme speaking about Nonviolent Communication. She lives at the Sravasti Abbey outside Newport, WA where it appears people in her community have been practicing NVC for a few years. She does a beautiful job of describing the radical essence of NVC reminding us that NVC is an extraordinary tool to help us examine how we approach our exchanges and that it takes time. In a nutshell, to practice NVC is to train yourself to do the following:
Is it just me? Or do others also have some unsettling sense of foreboding? It seems to me that despite the New Age notion that we "create our reality" which has had the effect of increased sales in the area of personal development, success coaching and meditation cushions more than anything else (which I'm not knocking but merely noting), there is a "reality" that continues to knock on our global door for attention: the issue of environmental and economic sustainability. If we don't address it, there simply won't be a world for us to meditate in and be successful in.
Here we stand at the foot of 2012 while still basking in the afterglow of the festive season. What will the year bring? What manner of changes? What manner of discoveries, heartbreaks and celebrations? Whatever the flavour one thing is certain; it’ll be much more satisfying if our relationships can not only withstand but also buoy us through the more difficult days that will inevitably make an appearance. There's no doubt there are plenty of them. And have you ever noticed how the speed
More and more, I am paying ever greater attention to our natural world. I feel both sadness and elation as I breathe through my days ... sadness at realizing how much of my time is consumed by a world that is so tragically removed from the natural world with its great to-do lists and endless deadlines and all the consequences of that disconnection, and elation at how much beauty and mystery there is to behold when I take the time to head into the wild or discipline myself to notice when, for
This summer I had the privilege of attending two residential workshops; one with Stephen Jenkinson (whose 2 year program I am currently enrolled in) and the other with David Abram. The teachings of these individuals had and continues to have a profound impact on me. What especially strikes me is how much emphasis both place on the power of the spoken word which I had not realized going in.
I’ve ordered my Americano. The radio is on the music of the 70s station and so I will be quietly reminded of the tonal quality of my teen years. “You’ve got to hide your love away …” The Beatles were big back then. I sit down, get comfortable … and I watch. Small tables with two or more people gathered ‘round … deep in conversation. Students surfing the web or posting on Facebook while another is absorbed in the latest fiction. Two senior men with newspapers spread wide open between their hands, absorbing all that a comparatively
Love is the opposite of fear. We hear this axiom regularly and I'm not sure I concur. It's closely related to We're either coming from love or we're coming from fear. Well, for better or worse I'm a stickler for detail and if I probe it a bit, I translate these to we're either coming from a state of expansion or a state of contraction. THIS is a concept my mind fully comprehends. Expansion. Open. Contraction. Closed. I totally get that. I also get how love is associated with expansion and openness and fear is