I’m doing some drawing these days. Just for fun. Always wanted to. Now I am. In a video I watched recently one of my favorite online art instructors Alphonso Dunn stresses the importance of patience relative to the artist’s task. He says, "Don’t rush your drawings. The faster you draw the more you increase your margin of error." So, s-l-o-w-l-y, I’m learning the truth of which Alphonso speaks! I am realizing that whenever I consciously exercise patience I actually draw something that pleases me. And when I don’t? Well, then I don’t.
This is all good—but nothing new, right?
Then, while “patiently” drawing one evening, I had one of those “Aha!” moments. It occurred to me—no, it struck me—that in addition to learning how to draw, this experience is serving as the portal or window to a much larger lesson in the fine art of patience--a lesson I don't just want to learn--I need to learn. Fast!
This is how I often experience wisdom* revealing its “art” in my life. Wisdom is everywhere and always…which means that wherever I am and whatever I'm doing, it is always right here right now ready and waiting to awaken me to the deep truths of my life (the ones that lie just beneath my surface, seeking out the cracks in my highly polished and protective ego where they can seep through to the surface of my awareness.) In this instance, via the medium of drawing, I feel wisdom beckoning me to consciously practice patience so that I can come to know its place, its purpose, and its power in all areas of my life.
So how do I draw patience? One way is simply through practicing the wisdom that its presence and potential are right here, right now—whether I am or not.
"Above all, trust in the slow work of God." **
Pierre Teilhard de Chardin
*(If you prefer to replace the word “wisdom” with “God” please do so. Personally, these days I find the term “God” to be too small and confining as I often hear it being used by both Christians and non-Christians alike. This is not new either--and is probably a reason why “wisdom” is only one among many names for God in the bible. For examples, see Exodus 31:3 and I Corinthians 1:30)
**See Chardin's beautiful poem "Trust in the Slow Work of God" at www.deeper-devotion.net/slow-work-of-God.html
Monday, October 15, 2018
Tuesday, July 31, 2018
OUR TRUE NATURE
We spend our summers at a lake cottage on the coast of Maine but this week my wife and I did something different. We enjoyed a house swap, staying in a flat just across the Hudson River from New York City. We took in museums, a Broadway musical, outdoor concert, comedy club, dinners out, subway, bus, ferry, taxi rides, Grand Central Station, Time Square, NYC Library, etc. Had a great time--while surrounded almost completely by concrete, glass, steel, construction, non-stop noise, smells, lights, action--and much of the time we were shoulder to shoulder with people speaking languages from around the world.
Two things struck me. 1. The kindness of complete strangers who took initiative to be helpful on many occasions. 2. In the midst of all the concrete, steel and glass, signs of the presence of nature were everywhere . . . the Hudson River, waterfowl, birds, bugs, worms, wasps, cats, dogs, flowers, bushes, huge shade trees and gorgeous gardens on top of many of the buildings...and of course, smack dab in the middle of Manhattan is the magnificent Central Park with streams and ponds, bike trails and walking paths, glens of mature trees, large grassy areas and a zoo!
Our deep human need for connection with the rest of the natural world was so obvious in the architecture, landscaping and urban planning of properties both public and private. Even the home we stayed in had a lovely oriental garden in the backyard. Every morning I sat on the couch and did my meditation while gazing out four large glass patio doors at tiered bamboo plants swaying gently in the breeze. And to top it all off, on our last night we watched the full moon rise over the Manhattan skyline.
While mesmerized by the moon's sallow beauty, I found myself thinking that no matter where we are or what we do we simply can't separate ourselves from nature--from our nature. It isn't just all around us. It's in us . . . just as we're in it . . . and, as part of nature, either we're in this all together or we're not in it at all.
That's an inspiring, if sobering, thought.
"You will go out in joy and be led forth in peace; the mountains and hills will burst into song before you, and all the trees of the field will clap their hands. (Isaiah 55:12)
Two things struck me. 1. The kindness of complete strangers who took initiative to be helpful on many occasions. 2. In the midst of all the concrete, steel and glass, signs of the presence of nature were everywhere . . . the Hudson River, waterfowl, birds, bugs, worms, wasps, cats, dogs, flowers, bushes, huge shade trees and gorgeous gardens on top of many of the buildings...and of course, smack dab in the middle of Manhattan is the magnificent Central Park with streams and ponds, bike trails and walking paths, glens of mature trees, large grassy areas and a zoo!
Our deep human need for connection with the rest of the natural world was so obvious in the architecture, landscaping and urban planning of properties both public and private. Even the home we stayed in had a lovely oriental garden in the backyard. Every morning I sat on the couch and did my meditation while gazing out four large glass patio doors at tiered bamboo plants swaying gently in the breeze. And to top it all off, on our last night we watched the full moon rise over the Manhattan skyline.
While mesmerized by the moon's sallow beauty, I found myself thinking that no matter where we are or what we do we simply can't separate ourselves from nature--from our nature. It isn't just all around us. It's in us . . . just as we're in it . . . and, as part of nature, either we're in this all together or we're not in it at all.
That's an inspiring, if sobering, thought.
"You will go out in joy and be led forth in peace; the mountains and hills will burst into song before you, and all the trees of the field will clap their hands. (Isaiah 55:12)
Tuesday, July 24, 2018
SUMMONED BY LOVE
Just turned one, all of one.
Wiggly. Resolute. Joyful. Cranky.
Perpetual motion. Emotion. Commotion.
Jonah: my grandson.
He reaches for me.
No, throws himself at me,
knowing without knowing
that I will catch him.
“Leap, and the net will appear.”
The feeling elicited in me? Joy.
Such pure, sweet expression of vulnerability,
such harmonious fusion of need and desire,
such confident invitation into intimacy!
Love’s ancient and ageless summons,
this is what it looks like coming from one of one.
In the same instant freely given,
completely captivating.
To be sought after by one so young,
thereby invited into love’s rules of engagement,
is instantaneously disarming,
heart-warming, reorienting.
If such an incontrovertible subpoena by love
doesn’t immediately reset
all our defaults and presets,
all our attitudes and altitudes,
we’d better check to see
if we still have
a pulse.
Jesus said, “Let the little children come to me, and do not hinder them, for the kingdom of heaven belongs to such as these.” (Matthew 19:14)
Wiggly. Resolute. Joyful. Cranky.
Perpetual motion. Emotion. Commotion.
Jonah: my grandson.
He reaches for me.
No, throws himself at me,
knowing without knowing
that I will catch him.
“Leap, and the net will appear.”
The feeling elicited in me? Joy.
Such pure, sweet expression of vulnerability,
such harmonious fusion of need and desire,
such confident invitation into intimacy!
Love’s ancient and ageless summons,
this is what it looks like coming from one of one.
In the same instant freely given,
completely captivating.
To be sought after by one so young,
thereby invited into love’s rules of engagement,
is instantaneously disarming,
heart-warming, reorienting.
If such an incontrovertible subpoena by love
doesn’t immediately reset
all our defaults and presets,
all our attitudes and altitudes,
we’d better check to see
if we still have
a pulse.
Jesus said, “Let the little children come to me, and do not hinder them, for the kingdom of heaven belongs to such as these.” (Matthew 19:14)
Monday, July 16, 2018
JOY HAS COME
Today,
I want my every thought, every word,
every emotion, and every action
to be bathed and buffed,
cleansed and clothed in Joy.
Today,
I will practice both living in
and living out this Joy
from this moment of sweet awakening
until, at its close, that moment of savored rest.
Today,
I will treat all of creation
with whom and with which I share
this gloriously alive moment of Life
with such Joy as Joy entreats me.
And then, at the end of this day,
before I close my eyes to its length and light,
I will look back on it and know
that Joy has come to me, too.
"You have turned my mourning into dancing; you have taken off my sackcloth and clothed me with joy, (Psalm 30:11)
I want my every thought, every word,
every emotion, and every action
to be bathed and buffed,
cleansed and clothed in Joy.
Today,
I will practice both living in
and living out this Joy
from this moment of sweet awakening
until, at its close, that moment of savored rest.
Today,
I will treat all of creation
with whom and with which I share
this gloriously alive moment of Life
with such Joy as Joy entreats me.
And then, at the end of this day,
before I close my eyes to its length and light,
I will look back on it and know
that Joy has come to me, too.
"You have turned my mourning into dancing; you have taken off my sackcloth and clothed me with joy, (Psalm 30:11)
Friday, July 6, 2018
BOTH WAYS
Closing my eyes, I try to imagine what it must have been like to hear Jesus speak the Beatitudes that first time there on a hillside overlooking the Sea of Galilee on what was likely another beautiful and sunny, if earth-scorching, day.
Frankly, for some these words must have been deeply disturbing and even threatening as it’s likely the crowd included at least a smattering of the rich and powerful who had simply come to check this “Jesus” character out. For them Jesus’ words must have felt like a scathing rebuke of the practices of the reigning powers-that-be (to which they may have adhered and belonged) and their tightly held value system that kept the poor poor and the peace-makers persecuted.
For others Jesus’ words must have been incredibly freeing, inspiring and even exhilarating!—the kind of words that none of us can get enough of in our lives. Some in the crowd must have literally filled their lungs deeply with fresh vitality grounded in this new and expanding definition of blessing. They must have looked into each other’s sad, tired and maybe depressed eyes and smiled irresistibly at each other, maybe laughed deeply with each other, maybe even hugged and danced in place--joy bubbling up from somewhere deep inside at these incredibly life-giving words! They must have been giddy with hope, with feeling “Wow! No one’s ever put it that way before! My life is worth living! GOD LOVES ME, TOO. GOD’S BLESSING IS UPON ME AFTER ALL!”
Personally, I believe I need to hear these bold words both ways. The part of me that perpetuates and benefits from the practices of the world’s current powers-that-be needs to hear in Jesus’ words the thinly-veiled rebuke of a value system that thrives by virtue of inhumane domination of all creation. At the same time, the part of me that wants to dance with delight in the newfound joy, hope and well-being that these words cause to well up from deep in my soul needs to know that Jesus is talking directly, joyfully, lovingly, and most of all, UNMISTAKABLY to me...and you.
When he saw the crowds, he went up the mountain, and after he had sat down, his disciples came to him. He began to teach them, saying:
“Blessed are the poor in spirit, for theirs is the kingdom of heaven.
Blessed are they who mourn, for they will be comforted.
Blessed are the meek, for they will inherit the land.
Blessed are they who hunger and thirst for righteousness, for they will be satisfied.
Blessed are the merciful, for they will be shown mercy.
Blessed are the clean of heart, for they will see God.
Blessed are the peacemakers, for they will be called children of God.
Blessed are they who are persecuted for the sake of righteousness, for theirs is the kingdom of heaven.
Blessed are you when they insult you and persecute you and utter every kind of evil against you (falsely) because of me.
Rejoice and be glad, for your reward will be great in heaven. Thus they persecuted the prophets who were before you.” (Matthew 5:1–12)
Frankly, for some these words must have been deeply disturbing and even threatening as it’s likely the crowd included at least a smattering of the rich and powerful who had simply come to check this “Jesus” character out. For them Jesus’ words must have felt like a scathing rebuke of the practices of the reigning powers-that-be (to which they may have adhered and belonged) and their tightly held value system that kept the poor poor and the peace-makers persecuted.
For others Jesus’ words must have been incredibly freeing, inspiring and even exhilarating!—the kind of words that none of us can get enough of in our lives. Some in the crowd must have literally filled their lungs deeply with fresh vitality grounded in this new and expanding definition of blessing. They must have looked into each other’s sad, tired and maybe depressed eyes and smiled irresistibly at each other, maybe laughed deeply with each other, maybe even hugged and danced in place--joy bubbling up from somewhere deep inside at these incredibly life-giving words! They must have been giddy with hope, with feeling “Wow! No one’s ever put it that way before! My life is worth living! GOD LOVES ME, TOO. GOD’S BLESSING IS UPON ME AFTER ALL!”
Personally, I believe I need to hear these bold words both ways. The part of me that perpetuates and benefits from the practices of the world’s current powers-that-be needs to hear in Jesus’ words the thinly-veiled rebuke of a value system that thrives by virtue of inhumane domination of all creation. At the same time, the part of me that wants to dance with delight in the newfound joy, hope and well-being that these words cause to well up from deep in my soul needs to know that Jesus is talking directly, joyfully, lovingly, and most of all, UNMISTAKABLY to me...and you.
When he saw the crowds, he went up the mountain, and after he had sat down, his disciples came to him. He began to teach them, saying:
“Blessed are the poor in spirit, for theirs is the kingdom of heaven.
Blessed are they who mourn, for they will be comforted.
Blessed are the meek, for they will inherit the land.
Blessed are they who hunger and thirst for righteousness, for they will be satisfied.
Blessed are the merciful, for they will be shown mercy.
Blessed are the clean of heart, for they will see God.
Blessed are the peacemakers, for they will be called children of God.
Blessed are they who are persecuted for the sake of righteousness, for theirs is the kingdom of heaven.
Blessed are you when they insult you and persecute you and utter every kind of evil against you (falsely) because of me.
Rejoice and be glad, for your reward will be great in heaven. Thus they persecuted the prophets who were before you.” (Matthew 5:1–12)
Friday, June 29, 2018
HOMING: A French Pantoum Poem
Homing toward that something to which we are tethered
The never-ending process of being
A willingness to give up one’s willfulness
Homage, loyalty, serenity and then, in the quiet space: joy
The never-ending process of being
What if it’s not what you think?
Homage, loyalty, serenity and then, in the quiet space; joy
A gift that keeps on giving
What if it’s not what you think?
A willingness to give up one’s willfulness
A gift that keeps on giving
Homing toward that something to which we are tethered
Sunday, June 3, 2018
THE FIREWORKS WITHIN YOU
Greetings, My Love
I am here to speak to you
through symbols, powerful symbols,
in words intended more to be felt
than heard.
I speak from inside of fireworks
igniting fireworks igniting fireworks.
I am the fireworks
that are firing within you these days
...indeed, in all your days.
And, as with multi-stage fireworks,
I am the first one,
not complete until the last
has spoken.
I am the last,
which cannot speak
until those that come before me
have burst forth in all their splendor.
Each is a “Bravo!”
igniting a “Bravo!”
igniting a “Bravo!”
Each is a celebration
igniting a celebration
igniting a celebration
Of you.
Who am I, you ask,
that I might so boldly speak
such deep and glorious truths?
I am your joy.
I am here to speak to you
through symbols, powerful symbols,
in words intended more to be felt
than heard.
I speak from inside of fireworks
igniting fireworks igniting fireworks.
I am the fireworks
that are firing within you these days
...indeed, in all your days.
And, as with multi-stage fireworks,
I am the first one,
not complete until the last
has spoken.
I am the last,
which cannot speak
until those that come before me
have burst forth in all their splendor.
Each is a “Bravo!”
igniting a “Bravo!”
igniting a “Bravo!”
Each is a celebration
igniting a celebration
igniting a celebration
Of you.
Who am I, you ask,
that I might so boldly speak
such deep and glorious truths?
I am your joy.
"I have told you this so that my joy may be in you and that your joy may be full." (John 15:11)
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