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Friday, June 29, 2018

Spiritual Mentors, Not Martyrs

I used to be someone who could become disillusioned quite easily by others. 

As such, I also used to be someone who could quite easily become elated or inspired by others, including spiritual Seekers, teachers or guides.

Western Buddhist nun, Pema Chodron, referred to this tendency in her 2002 book The Places That Scare You in a chapter called “The Spiritual Friend.”


She writes:

It’s important to understand that the minds of the teacher and the student meet, not by making the teacher all right or all wrong, but in the ambiguity between those two views, in the capacity to contain uncertainty and paradox. Otherwise our adulation inevitably flips into disillusionment. We bolt when the teacher doesn’t fit our preconceptions…

We’ll hang in for a honeymoon period, endowing the relationship with all our longings to be loved in an ideal, nonmessy way. Then inevitably our expectations are disappointed, and unresolved emotional issues arise. We feel used, betrayed, disillusioned. We don’t’ want to feel these painful feelings and we leave.

As you can imagine, just as Pema Chodron describes it so eloquently, this pattern of hair-trigger vacillation  can be exhausting and limiting at times.

However, I do think it also serves a function—as most of our habits do—to provide a feeling or perception of safety.

Yet, despite this very real function of perceived safety, it has come to my attention that I now engage in this habit of all or nothing devotion far less these days, including in my spiritual life with other Seekers.

In fact, I might even say as of late, that I actually feel more kinship, and feel more drawn to those Seekers who have vulnerably shared their doubts, their questions, and the sources of their unremitting pain while still walking the path, one foot in front of the other; people who are living (or lived) in the ambiguity and the mess and the contradiction, as opposed to those who project absolute certainty.

This shift came home to me the other day when I was watching the 2014 film The Letters about the life of Mother Teresa after she left the Loreto Convent to live among the people of Calcutta, India who were (in her words) the “poorest of the poor.”


Of course, most would agree that a human life such as hers, so dedicated to alleviation of suffering in others, is, well, saintly. 

But that was not what got me.

What got me was the level to which she was able to willingly persevere in this dedication (“I am a little pencil in God's hands. He does the thinking. He does the writing.”) alongside what we now know as an internal landscape of real spiritual conflict.

To me, this complexity in Mother Teresa makes her more real, more human, and more authentic. And therefore someone I am much more likely follow as a teacher or mentor.

Another 20th century example of this type of more 3 or 4 Dimensional role model is Dutch Catholic priest, author and professor Henri Nouwen, who ultimately published a book called The Inner Voice of Love: A Journey Through Anguish to Freedom based on what he referred to as his “secret journals” kept between 1987-1988 during a period of severe depression.


In the Introduction he wrote:

Several other friends encouraged me not to hide this painful experience from those who have come to know me through my various books on the spiritual life. They reminded me that the books I had written since my period of anguish could not have been written without the experience I had gained by living through that time.  They asked, ‘Why keep this away from those who have been nurtured by your spiritual insights? Isn’t it important for your friends close by and far away to know the high cost of these insights? Wouldn’t they find it a source of consolation to see that light and darkness, hope and despair, love and fear are never very far from each other, and that spiritual freedom often requires a fierce spiritual battle?’

Recently I watched another set of films that reminded me of some of these same themes and ideas which were the two documentaries: Dying to Know: Ram Das and Timothy Leary (2014) and Ram Das: Going Home (2017).


Most people know western spiritual teacher Ram Das (aka Richard Alpert) by his 1971 classic book: Be Here Now.  Most people know Timothy Leary as the Harvard University Psychology Professor who conducted studies in the 1950’s on the use of psychedelic drugs like LSD (though Ram Das did too).
The two films are quite different in terms of feel and take-a-ways, even though they share the same subject matter. 
However for me, what they had in common was a clear depiction and demonstration of the utter humanity of humanity in the life of a Seeker.  And that was very refreshing.
You see, I believe Seekers need mentors, not martyrs, to guide them.
And therefore, we need not look for or find perfect people because:
A. They do not exist.  And
B. Perfect people are not what we need.
Instead, we’d do well to look for perfect teachers or mentors.
In my view, a “perfect teacher or mentor” simply means that we identify people (or animals or landscapes or ideas) that offer wisdom, or compassionate knowledge, about something in which we are in need of.

 
 
I suppose that is why I have always liked the writing and wisdom of people in addiction recovery like poet and memoirist Mary Karr and memoirist and novelist Anne Lamott; people who publicly embrace their hard-won wisdom, and continued struggle, from a place of humility rather than one-up-ness.
So here’s to the imperfect spiritual mentors and teachers, who may offer us thoughtful guidance and navigation through our own perfectly imperfect spiritual journeys.
May it be so.

Monday, June 25, 2018

Poetry 132: Reincarnation

Reincarnation

They say
we reincarnate
the day we become
parents.

I believe
this is
true.

In the moment
of the first
cry,
our childhood
takes its final deep,
excruciating
breath,
and the heart
stops.

Like our own infants,
when we awaken
in our new
body,
now more lumpy
and bumpy
than just 9 months
ago,
our new bewildering
life lies out before
us.

They say reincarnation
is a gift.
It could be,
I suppose,
if I allow evolution
to proceed.
If “I” get out
of the way.

Because even
without “I”,
the path is still
quietly consciously
(unconsciously)
illuminated by the
pitfalls, and,
in some cases,
IEDs of the
life before.

So let me
step aside, and
allow the  organic
alchemy of transformation
to occur.

A natural process
of generation and
legacy
t
hat releases
us from the sticky
cobwebs of our past.

Its counterintuitive
I know, but
it can be scary
at times to let go
of all that familiar,
and therefore comfortable,
complications
of the past.

Don’t panic
though.

For the simple remnant
will be this
gorgeous fleshy creature
who lies skin to skin;
who knows trust
beyond trust and
love beyond love.

Ah, there is
so much to
relearn
in this new
life.

If only.

-Me

(In memory of my Great-Uncle Nick. In dedication to my great-nephew.)

Tuesday, June 19, 2018

Ethical Action & the Spiritual Life

In light of the recent news of young children being forcibly separated from their mothers and fathers at the U.S.-Mexico border I wrote this letter to my Congressmen and women.

Dear Senator,

I am writing to you as a constituent of our state regarding my disgust and outrage about this Draconian Immigration Policy to separate children from their parents at the US-Mexico border.

This policy reeks of institutionalized racism which systematically dismantles and destroys communities of color, and is akin to the same sadistic practices in 18th and 19th century America when African American children were taken from their slave mothers and 20th century policy that removed Native American children from their families on reservations.

What’s more, when U.S. Attorney General Jeff Sessions has the audacity on Thursday, June 14th, to use a Biblical verse as a means to justify this institutionalized racism against the most precious, most vulnerable, and most innocent among us—our children—I have to ask you, is a government that clearly is operating in a moral vacuum truly a democracy, let alone a civilized society?

Senator, I ask you to use your position of power and authority to speak for those who cannot speak for themselves.  To continue to allow a cruel, harmful and ruthless policy against children on U.S. soil is beyond despicable, and I ask you to follow your own moral compass in order to fight against this practice. 

Because if we don’t try, then damn us all.

Yours in faith,
Claire

I decided to share this with you, because there is a beautiful long legacy in several religious and spiritual traditions of taking ethical, charitable or benevolent action as part of our embodied religious or spiritual life.

Examples abound.

+ Quakers and Black Churches in the history of the United States' Abolitionist Movement and Civil Rights Movement,


+ The work of Catholics in poor communities the world over including Mother Teresa's self-founded order The Missionaries of Charity,

+ The groups of South American Catholic priests who engaged in "Liberation Theology" during times of dictatorship,

+ The work of Jewish Rabbis who worked and collaborated with the Rev. Dr. Martin Luther King and other Black Church leaders in 20th century Civil Rights work,


+ The early work of Buddhists like Thich Nhat Hanh and Aung San Suu Kyi who defended their countrymen and women in Vietnam and Burma respectively as part of "Engaged Buddhism,"

+ And in my own denomination, Unitarian Universalism, social justice is for many a critical, if not central, component of the expression of its faith that founded itself on "Deeds not Creeds."


Even in a secularized version of mindfulness, Western teacher and author Joseph Goldstein reminded an audience in 2014 at The Center for Mindfulness at UMASS Medical School in a talk called "Mindfulness: What it is and is Not," that the practice of mindfulness includes an ethical component.

Given this exceptional heritage, I invite you to consider how your own spiritual or religious homes may offer a foundation or stepping off point for ethical action in your own life.

May it be so.

Thursday, June 14, 2018

Poetry 131: New Day

New Day

Sitting on the
middle cushion
of my couch,
I see the sunlight
moving through
the neighbor’s
large oak.

My cat
looks in the same
direction.
Is she
watching the
sunrise too?

The quiet
of dawn
is crisp and
refreshing.

A sort of
resurrection
for the new day-
an offering
of renewal
from the goddess
of time.

Or maybe
it is reincarnation.
A gracious
gift from life
to grow in
wisdom
rather than bake
in our own
regret.

The accountability
is mine.
But how will I begin
again?

Should I leave
my unwanted
baggage
at the airport
terminal
and walk empty
handed onto
the plane?

The light
has already
shifted.
It always does.

But the
back door remains
open.

Will I walk
through?

Will you?

-Me