The first 2 lines of the poem are as follows:
There’s a thread you follow. It goes among
things that change. But it doesn’t change.
Hearing this poem was a catalyst for a well-deserved, long-overdue, moment to pause to reflect back on how I got to this very moment in my journey of mindfulness that began fourteen years ago in the Fall of 2004 in an outpatient Dialectical Behavioral Therapy group for patients with Borderline Personality Disorder (BPD).
I
was 27 years-old at the time, and in my first full-week of my second-year internship as a
Master's level social work student.
As
part of my internship, I had been assigned to a Dialectical Behavioral Therapy
(or DBT) group to learn how to co-facilitate a weekly 90 minute Skills
Training group with a senior clinician named Mark, who had been trained in this form
of treatment for BPD, offered at a local Community Mental Health Clinic where I was doing my practicum.
I
remember feeling nervous as I sat down for the first time amongst clients who
had already had checked in with the therapist and the group about their progress
and challenges with discontinuing
behaviors like non-suicidal self-injury, suicidal thinking, and using alcohol
to numb, escape or avoid their own exquisite sensitivity to their emotional
landscape.
But
then, Mark began to talk to the group about something called “mindfulness,”
and I was brought out of my own self-conscious internal dialogue, and into
full, present attention.
It
started simple enough: Mark asked the clients to bring their attention to one
particular melody in a piece of familiar classical music.
He
used words and phrases like “observe,” “non-judgmentally,” “one-mindfully,”
and “turning
the mind,” to describe what quality of attention the group members
should bring to the activity, and amazingly, all of the clients seemed to know exactly what he meant.
This
simple exercise became my very first experience with mindfulness, and I
distinctly remember having these two after-thoughts:
1.)
“This is amazing!” and
2.)
“This makes total sense.”
Since
2004, William Stafford’s “thread” of mindfulness has continued to weave in and
out of DBT as I have worked in a DBT Program for
nearly a decade.
The
thread has also thickened with new
colors weaved in from MBSR that I first took as a class in 2014 and then
steeped into further with the Teacher Training Pathway at The Center for
Mindfulness, and then added new dimensions with 5-Day Silent Mindfulness
Meditation Retreats at The Insight Meditation Society in Barre, MA and The
Garrison Institute in Garrison, NY as well.
And
now, at this point, mindfulness is so thoroughly weaved into both my
professional and personal life in such a beautifully-complicated way, that I
would not be able to un-do it even if I wanted to.
(I
don’t.)
But
why does any of this matter?
Why
does it matter where we started our mindfulness journey?
You
see, I am becoming part of a third generation of Western mindfulness meditation
practitioners and teachers-in-training who’s roots in mindfulness are
completely secular, and originally rooted almost exclusively in healthcare,
which has unquestionably contributed to my particularly broad and egalitarian sense
and a sensibility of mindfulness which I know is objected to by many.
But
as Mr. Stafford writes:
Nothing you do can stop time’s unfolding.
You don’t ever let go of the thread.
So in the end, I think there must be both acceptance and flexibility about our path to mindfulness, but most certainly: awareness.
Perhaps you too might reflect on the roots of your
own mindfulness meditation practice and how it has informed your practice as well.
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