The Gift

May 26, 2008

A wish for all on this Memorial Day, that all may be without struggle, even if just for a passing moment. When I closed my eyes and thought of this line, there was just a momentary flash of peace, a “lifting of a heavy weight.”  Even though fleeting, still, I felt it, and for one moment, it felt great. I wish the same for you as you imagine:

“Feeling who you are in the absence of struggle, in the radiance of effortlessness.”

From track 2 of the CD: “Energy Awareness Meditations,” by Sudhir Jonathan Foust, President, Kripalu Center for Yoga and Health , in Western Massachusetts.

The Post: Memorial Day Reflections on Gifts We Can Give Back

May 26, 2008

Today is Memorial Day. Not the day for cookouts, but remembrance of gifts given to us by the sacrifice of others. In preparing my teaching for tonight’s meditation class, I thought about what gifts we can give back. I thought about three gifts: Acknowledging. Sending the gift of meditative compassion or prayers. Contemplating how war starts and how peace can be grown, so maybe so many young people will never have to make such sacrifices in the first place.

In acknowledging, we learn about what those men and women have gone through, witnessed, given up, suffered. Maybe we read about it, or hear it from them as we meet them or volunteer at a USO or VA hospital. We can’t fix their suffering. But we listen and walk with them through their struggles, validate their experiences. It takes courage to hear these stories but maybe that’s key to the power of this gift. Validation of someone’s feelings can be a powerful medicine.

Sending compassion or prayers can be even more expansive. I believe those can reach anyone anywhere, and the generosity and good will in them, has no limits. And maybe, just maybe, one of those prayers or thoughts released to the Universe will be directed to someone who’s at the end of their rope: a soldier in a foxhole, a mother at home stressed-out from her husband’s 3rd deployment while she struggles to keep kids and household afloat. Perhaps in that bleak moment, they will feel a moment of comfort and not even know why. Yet maybe it will be the moment of comfort they need to keep going.

In contemplating peace vs. war, there are many leaders to guide us. Pema Chodron, an American Buddhist nun, notes in her book, Practicing Peace in Times of War, that “war and peace start in the hearts of individuals.” She further observes that peace is “softening what is rigid in our hearts,” and that “war is never going to end as long as our hearts are hardened against each other.” Thich Nhat Hanh, a Vietnamese Buddhist monk who lived through the Vietnam War reminds us that “In a time of anger or despair, even if we feel overwhelmed, our love is still there. Our capacity to communicate, forgive, to be compassionate is still there. …We are more than our anger….we do have within us the capacity to love, to understand, to be compassionate, always.”

War seems to come out of struggle that got out of control. A friend shared with me this following meditation line from her Yoga CD, Energy Awareness Meditations, by Sudhir Jonathan Foust, President of the Kripalu Center for Yoga and Health (track 2):

“Feeling who you are in the absence of struggle.”

(The full guided meditation instruction runs: “Feeling the sensation, feeling the flow of breath, feeling who you are in the absense of struggle, in the radiance of effortlessness.”)

Maybe if we could catch the struggle before it grew huge, if we could remember who we are at our deepest hearts, we could avoid it becoming such a mess. And then we could celebrate Memorial Day without so many hurt and dead.

In our imperfect world, perhaps it will be many lifetimes to achieve such a goal. Still, there are many real gifts that can be given to honor those who sacrifice for us. As I mentioned above, there is always the USO, or VA hospital visits, making quilts, or buying a soldier a meal.

Another unusual but incredibly heartfelt gift comes from this group of artists to the families of those who lost someone in this war. These artists have used their talents to create portraits of those lost servicemen. They take pictures and feedback the family provides, then try to capture not only the likeness, but the heart essence of that person, in the portraits. These are done free of charge for the family.

If you would like to read more about this effort, or to participate should you be an artist, here’s the CNN article from May 23 2008: “Portraits of fallen comfort broken hearts.”

To all who have sacrificed for the rest of us, I simply offer a prayer, and a thank you.

The Post – Gosling Pictures and Seascape Update

May 20, 2008

As promised, some pics of the new goslings. These pictures seemed to work fine in Photoshop. I’m thinking the problem pictures of the New England seascape might just be those files. In any event, I’m almost done with that seascape and will be taking final shots afterward. So I’ll give those another try at that point. Maybe the Photoshop demon will be gone.

As to goslings, they are a joy. When life seems too stressful or hectic, just watching their simple appreciation of cracked corn in my ground level feeder, is a reminder of what’s really important in life. The 5 of them will sometimes even crawl into the feeder and fall asleep on the pile of corn. Not a bad life!

Stomachs full, it’s time to head for the pond.

In fact, Mom’s already halfway there and Dad is moving fast, so they need to run.

I’m not the only one who’s noticed the babies. The two hawks spend a lot of time circling overhead, something Dad here is very aware of as he shepherds the babies to the water.

The Gift

May 19, 2008

“Ultimately, the story is always about love.”

E.B. White

The Post – God Speaks, Even Without Fortune Cookies

May 19, 2008

In my May 8th post I wrote about synchronicity and God sending messages through books. I found out I wasn’t alone in that feeling when someone responded with a comment noting that they too often read things and feel messages are being sent through those written words.

On occasion, I’ve felt the same thing from a song lyric, a movie line, a billboard…even a fortune cookie saying. I guess God uses what’s most available, and in the end, it’s not the vehicle of delivery but the message that matters, that sense of quiet nudging, quiet asking.

Now, I can deal with book entries or songs or movies or fortune cookies. Some other, maybe even wiser person wrote the words, or some unseen force of the Universe delivered them into my hands at that precise moment. What I find particularly unnerving though, are those moments when absorbed in doing something else, usually something so deep and meaningful like …cleaning bathrooms or raking the yard, words just “jump in my head.”

I was working one day cleaning the house and mostly not thinking about anything at all, when suddenly the words flashed through my brain:

“You create your own world, through me, because we are one.”

I won’t even comment on that one further. The hair on the back of my neck still stands up …and that one came over a year ago.

And then there was the one while I was writing one day, and I was struggling. It felt like 10 tons of weight was on my chest. I didn’t want to write that piece, I wanted to just quit and give up. I stood up to walk away when this line popped in my head:

“Remember the quiet request. Can you turn your back on it?”

I shook my head, shoulders dropped, and I sat back down and started writing again.

Maybe it’s all imagination. I’m not special. My name isn’t Abraham or Moses or Mary. Last I checked, the angel, Gabriel, wasn’t outside my window. But then an entry from my meditation book reminded me that God speaks in the quiet moments. And he always speaks, to all of us. It’s just that in the busy, noisy times, or in our moments of pride we drown Him out. We just need an open heart…and a little quiet time.

So, without fortune cookies, without anyone else’s words or books or songs, I leave you words sent to me, that I suspect were meant for us all, and that I’m probably supposed to pass on. I’ll just get out of their way and share them:

“You create your own world, through Me, because we are one.”

“Remember the quiet request. Can you turn your back on it?”

The Post – Second Geese Family Births

May 16, 2008

Well, just a small “happy moment” for the end of a long week:

If the 5 goslings the other morning weren’t enough of a gift, this morning my husband looked out the back window and said “There’s a SECOND geese family and they have babies too!”

I didn’t even realize there was a second pair nesting on the pond. However, obviously they were because today they brought out 4 more goslings. I just love it!

Both families were gathered around my tray feeder in the backyard that I’d filled with cracked corn. Fighting over it yes, but not too hard. For the most part, they sort of nudge each other out of the way. And even the local lone duck that resides at the pond is considered part of their “family” and he’s allowed to join them for dinner.

During the torrential downpour, one of the babies decided to take refuge in the tray feeder, which is shaped like a gazebo and has a roof over it. Smart boy. 🙂

I will get pics soon. Today’s downpour sort of interfered with that. Happy Friday!!

The Gift

May 16, 2008

“Some men see things as they are and say why? I dream things that never were and say ‘Why not?’ ”

Robert Francis Kennedy, based on a quote by George Bernard Shaw in Back to Methuselah

The Post – A Balance: The New and Improved Admiral Byrd

May 15, 2008

I just couldn’t close out my day on such a negative note as Spiro Agnew. I felt the blog needed a positive influence, even if humble. I give you the “New and Improved” Admiral Byrd.

I’d noticed he was in seclusion in his cave a lot lately. I figured it was simply that with both ladies (Scarlett O’Hara and Melanie Hamilton) being pregnant, he was just lonely…and remodeling his cave with the new tunnel exit.

However, yesterday I looked in the tank to see “bits of Admiral Byrd” strewn about everywhere. A claw here, a couple of legs there, a torso behind the cave. No, he’s not dead…just his molted self ended up torn apart and scattered all over the tank.

He has since retaken his spot on top of his cave and is now claw-waving up a storm. After all, he is newly “re-shelled,” and thus, bigger, better, and ready for action. And Melanie Hamilton is no longer pregnant so, opportunity awaits.

Scarlett O’Hara is pregnant AGAIN. She had been living in the water filter for a week. I’ve come to understand that when Scarlett takes to the water filter, pregnancy soon follows.

The Post – Spiro Agnew

May 15, 2008

One last trip down presidential memory lane in this election year. If anyone is interested in a contrasting approach to reaching the American public, there is a recording of an interview with Spiro Agnew. It is on the same blog that carried the Robert Kennedy interview done by Sir David Frost. Apparently both of these recordings were on old LPs the blog author found in a used record shop in London.

I listened to as much of Spiro Agnew’s sarcasm as I could. I will simply say that while Kennedy’s speeches gave one hope for a way out of the messes of that time, a real vision for the future, listening to Agnew leaves me depressed.

To see the polar opposite of hope, vision, and respect for one’s fellow citizens, especially those who don’t agree with you, I give you Spiro Agnew on Jackthurston.com: The Man Who Put the Vice into Vice President

If ever there was a striking example of today’s gift saying by Marianne Williamson, this one is it. We came here with love. Listening to Agnew, it’s obvious, we learned fear here.

The Gift

May 15, 2008

“Love is what we were born with. Fear is what we learned here.”

Marianne Williamson, author of A Return To Love: Reflections on the Principles of “A Course in Miracles”

Her Wikipedia entry describes her as a “spiritual activist, author, lecturer and founder of The Peace Alliance, a grass roots campaign supporting legislation currently before Congress to establish a United States Department of Peace. She is also the founder of Project Angel Food, a meals-on-wheels program that serves homebound people with AIDS in the Los Angeles area.”