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Thursday, June 13, 2019

Spiritual Lessons From Nature Part XVI: Rooting Ourselves

A couple of weeks ago on Memorial Day, I took my kayak out for the first time this year on the river that flows just down the street from my house.


The day itself was a perfect New England spring day with blue skies and warm enough temperatures that the river water didn't freeze my feet and ankles as I waded the kayak into the deeper water to get in.

My mood, however, was a little off.

This American holiday, Memorial Day, has always been a little bit strange in my family because my maternal uncle and my grandfather (his father) died on that very same day.

They both died well before I was born, but just the same, the holiday has always been obscured with a haunting feeling that emerges at the end of every May when it comes around again on the calendar. 

I think this is in part because I watched my mother grieve for both her brother and father each year on this holiday, and also because they were both so very young when they died- my uncle was 19 years-old and my grandfather was 38.

Thinking about family and family ancestry always makes you think about the image of trees and particularly tree roots, which is why, on this day, I couldn't help but notice all of the roots of the trees along the river as I paddled by.


I contemplated the way in which the tree roots sustain and ground the tree, and yet along this river in spring, many of the roots were exposed and above the water level.

Without knowing the science of it, I wondered if this root exposure made any difference for the trees? Did it make them more vulnerable

Yet, I also couldn't help but notice, the trees looked perfectly healthy, stable and alive- so perhaps not?


I've never felt entirely "rooted" by my own family or family ancestry, and in many ways, I have actually intentionally "uprooted" myself in order to maintain my own wellness and well-being.

So I felt quite surprised about a week after this time on the river, when I was sitting in my living room on the ottoman with both my feet planted solidly on the floor, as both my 5 year-old and my 10 year-old pig-piled on my back, and the image of the tree with its deep roots floated up in my imagination.

And in that moment, as my children giggled and laughed while they tried to maintain their balance on top of each on my back, I had this physical sensation of an image of roots growing out of both my feet and then rooting themselves into the floor of my home.

The moment was quick, 30 seconds perhaps, and yet I can still close my eyes even as I write these words, and sense the profound physical and emotional connection that I felt as I rooted myself into something greater than just small but significant me.

The Promise of Mindfulness Part III: Psychological Healing

Since I began a formal mindfulness meditation practice 8 years ago, I've found that the prospect of profound psychological healing is a very real possibility for me as a result of my efforts.

I know for some, this slightly bold statement may rub you the wrong way, and rightly so, because in many styles of meditation practice there is a core value of: non-striving.

Western mindfulness meditation pioneer, Jon Kabat-Zinn, defines "Non-striving" like this in his classic book Full Catastrophe Living:


Almost everything we do we do for a purpose, to get something or somewhere. But in meditation this attitude can be a real obstacle. Although it takes a lot of work and energy of a certain kind, ultimately meditation is a non-doing.  It has no goal other than for you to be yourself...

[And], in the meditative domain, the best way to achieve your goals is to back off from striving for results and instead to start focusing carefully on seeing and accepting things as they are, moment by moment. [My italics.]

Here's the irony: I agree with this statement wholeheartedly.

But I would add that, I did not start out on this path of practicing formal meditation with any particular goal in mind regarding psychological healing, it has simply been a felt outcome that I've noticed, and now welcome.

I know this opportunity for psychological healing as a by-product of formal meditation does not make me unique either.

Take Western Buddhist teacher, author, and co-founder of The Insight Meditation Society Sharon Salzberg.

In her book Faith and in various biographical articles in the magazine Lion's Roar, Sharon Salzberg has candidly shared about how her very painful and traumatic childhood experiences, including her mother's death when Ms. Salzberg was nine years-old and her father being institutionalized for severe mental illness when she was eleven, was embedded in much of her early years in formal meditation. 

Of her first years practicing meditation in India in 1971 at the age of 19, Sharon Salzberg writes in Faith:

(Sharon Salzberg on far left in early life photo taken from Lion's Roar)

I sensed deep within me the possibility of rising above the circumstances of my childhood, of defining myself by something other than my family's painful struggles and its hardened tone of defeat.

I recalled the resignation in my father's eyes at the constraints that governed his life. The boundary of his autonomy was the decision about where to have lunch if someone took him out of the hospital on a pass.

With a surge of conviction, I thought, 'But I am here, and I can learn to be truly free.' I felt as if nothing and no one could take away the joy of that prospect.

I am enormously grateful for meditation teachers like Sharon Salzberg to be so vulnerable and generous in order to share such private thoughts for the benefit of meditation students throughout the world.  As a relative newcomer to meditation, it gives me a sense of connection and understanding.

And this is true even when my experience was slightly nuanced from hers, in that, as I said, I did not start out with any sort of intention to have a deeper, unconscious, psychological healing.

No, when I first sat down to meditate regularly in 2011, I just knew I wanted to experiment with a practice that may yield greater inner and outer ease, and another way to manage anxious feelings- which largely consisted in my conscious mind.

And in the beginning, that is what happened.

I remember one of the first distinct moments, a little over 2 years into my practice, when I really felt like I was beginning to receive some of the fruits of my practice.

At the time, I was lying in the hospital after having my daughter prematurely, and I was receiving both a treatment protocol for severely high blood pressure so that I didn't have a stroke, while at the same time getting treatment for a spinal leak that was giving me the worst headache I have ever had in my life.  And all the while, trying to bond and breastfeed my new baby and support my then 4 year-old son.

To say the least, there was a lot going on.

But the thing was, I still kind of felt okay.  Like I was thinking: "This sucks, but it won't last, and I can handle this."

In other words, I consciously chose not to panic or sink into other negative emotions, and it felt amazing. It felt liberating.

It reminded me of a book I had read a couple of years earlier called Learning to Breathe (2008) by Alison Wright.




This book is a memoir of the author's recovery from a horrific bus accident in southeast Asia in which she very nearly died, but in part through the skill set of her meditation practice (and an incredible amount of grit and tenacity) she was able to survive and then thrive by mountain climbing again.

Similarly, in the medically complicated birth of my daughter, I was able to consciously use my own meditation practice and its benefits to act as a sort of psychological buffer that protected me, in part, from some of the quite understandable mental difficulty of that type of birthing experience.


Or, as the Tibetan spiritual and political leader his Holiness, the 14th Dalai Lama wrote about in The Book of Joy (2016) with South African Archbishop Desmond Tutu, in my formal practice of meditation I had built up my "mental immunity," which is to say, my psychological immune system (as opposed to my physical immune system) that I believe created greater resilience.

But, my healing journey did not end there.

In 2014 I began to go on silent mindfulness meditation retreats, and after 3 years of a growing sense of psychological healing and increased well-being in my conscious mind, it was really only when I began periods of longer mindfulness meditation practice on one-day or overnight retreats that I began to experience what I believe to be psychological healing of my unconscious mind.

Prior to these experiences of deeper levels of psychological healing I had heard the term "purification" in the contemplative literature, but I don't think I really grasped it in any sort of sensory way (as opposed to a purely intellectual understanding) until I began to experience it for myself, and this is the way I described it to my partner after one such occasion:

It felt like I had been living and moving through the world with shards of glass inside of me that occasionally caused me pain and discomfort of varying degrees. But on this silent retreat, all of the sudden--somewhere around the 3rd day of intensive meditation practice--one of the shards of glass felt like it was being carefully and safely (yet painfully) removed from my heart-mind-body.

It was  almost like a surgeon making the choice to slowly remove shrapnel from her patient one piece at a time because: a. it would be far healthier for the patient in the long run, and b. it might be the only way to have the pain of removal be tolerable for the patient.

At the moment of sharing this experience with my partner, I also experienced active grieving that included buckets of tears, when in my everyday life I am someone who can barely only squeeze out 1 or 2 tears at most.

In Eckart Tolle's 1997 book The Power of Now, he wrote:


The pain-body is an energy field, almost like an entity, that has become temporarily lodged in
your inner space. It is life energy that has become trapped, energy that is no longer flowing. Of
course the pain-body is there because of certain things that happened in the past. It is the living
past in you, and if you identify with it, you identify with the past…

This passage really summarizes what I have experienced in these retreats that has felt like "purification" in the sense that afterward I feel somewhat unburdened from the historical load that I have carried.

And of course Eckart Tolle's whole argument in The Power of Now is that it is the practice of presence that can create the conditions for these changes to occur.  He writes:

The past cannot prevail against the power of the Now.

From another perspective, that of the Christian mystical contemplative practice of Centering Prayer, the same phenomenon has also been written about through different means (i.e. different contemplative practices) to the same end- a phenomenon referred to as an "unloading" of the unconscious.

Of this tradition, American Catholic monk and priest Thomas Keating, wrote in Invitation to Love that he believed it was:


The level of deep rest accessed during the prayer period [that] loosen[ed] up the hardpan around the
emotional weeds stored in the unconscious, of which the body seems to be the warehouse.

[Then,] the psyche begins to evacuate spontaneously the undigested emotional material of a lifetime, opening up new space for self-knowledge, freedom of choice, and the discovery of the divine presence within.

Of Father Keating's perspective as the main pioneer of the re-emergence of Centering Prayer in modern times, another author, Cynthia Bourgeault, wrote in her book Centering Prayer and Inner Awakening:


Keating’s teaching begins by a fundamental reposition of the pace of meditation in a spiritual
praxis. Rather than seeing it as a tool for developing concentration, relaxing stress, or
accessing higher states of consciousness, he sees it primarily as a catalyst for the purification
and healing of the unconscious…

As one sits in centering prayer with the intent to rest in and trust in God, the unconscious begins to unload ‘the emotional junk of a lifetime.’ Repressed memories, pain, accumulated dull hurt rise to the surface and are, through the attitude of gentle consent, allowed to depart.

Yes...

What I've found in my own experience, is that when I sit for longer periods in mindfulness meditation, my own unconscious is able to become so relaxed and undefended, that I'm able to access and release that which no longer serves me from the storage unit that is my unconscious.

And what's interesting for me, as a Type A personality in many areas of my life, is this process seems to happen through no striving, efforting or forcing of my own because, metaphorically, it seems my unconscious psychological healing can only emerge like a deer courageously and cautiously walking out into a field when the conditions (e.g. safety, compassion, presence) are just so.

(An actual deer I would see each night I'd take a walk on one of my silent meditation retreats.)

To come full circle, I want to just say again that I know, and do not suggest, that I or anyone else "seek out" these types of experiences; I don't even believe this type of psychological healing works that way.

As Western Buddhist teacher and author Jack Kornfield writes in his 1995 book A Path With Heart:


Because each of us as a human flower will open in our own unique way in our own particular
cycles, we need not direct the specific energies of our body and heart. Our path is neither to
desire them nor fear them. The true path is one of letting go.

But without striving, what we can do is:

Show up and choose to be present.
Pay attention to what has heart and meaning.
Tell the truth without judgment or blame.
Be open to outcomes.

-Angeles Arrien (1940-2014, Spanish-American Cultural Anthropologist)

May it be so.

Monday, May 20, 2019

Comfort From Our Collective Feminine Ancestry

About a year ago, my then 4 year-old daughter found this statue in a thrift store, and she told me she “absolutely had to have it.”



As someone who is not Christian, this Madonna, or statue of the Mother Mary, is not something that I would have ever noticed or bought for myself. 

 And yet, soon after my daughter made this purchase, the Madonna quickly found her way to a spot right next to my bedside because, for slightly embarrassing unforeseen and unknown reasons, I find enormous comfort in being watched over by her while I sleep. 

 This mysterious experience, which is actually one of many in my lifetime, makes me believe once again in what the 20th century psychiatrist Carl G. Jung called “the collective unconscious” because it feels like I am able feel into a much more expansive sense of “Mother” that opens a space inside of me that is much larger than my own personal or familial history. 



A contemporary of Sigmund Freud, Carl Gustav Jung, coined the term "collective unconscious," and it referred to:

Structures of the unconscious mind which are shared among beings of the same species (Wikipedia). 

 In my mind, I interpret this to mean that I not only carry inside of me my own personal and familial psychological (and biological) history, but also that of all of fictional and nonfictional, historical and archetypal human species throughout the millennia. 

 I was thinking about this very idea, of finding comfort and solace in a collective feminine ancestry, this past Mother’s Day as I was re-reading bits of two books I haven’t looked at in some time: The Red Tent by Anita Diamant and A Woman’s Journey to God by Joan Borysenko, Ph.D., fiction and nonfiction respectively. 


Though not much one for novels myself, if you’ve never read The Red Tent and you have any interest whatsoever in either religion or feminine spirituality (or both!), it definitely should be added to your list, as it voices the hypothetical untold stories of the Jewish women of the Old Testament as narrated by the protagonist Dinah, the only daughter of Jacob and Leah.

Take this elegant line from the opening prologue:

If you want to understand any woman you must first ask about her mother and then listen carefully. Stories about food show a strong connection. Wistful silences demonstrate unfinished business. The more a daughter knows about the details of her mother's life - without flinching or whining - the stronger the daughter.

Beautiful.  (And true.)

And on this past Mother’s Day, as I was reflecting on and re-reading the early scenes in the book in which the main character Dinah is still a young girl, and is graciously surrounded by and intimately cared for by her mother and 3 aunties: Rachel, Zilpah, and Bilhah, I engaged my imagination to sense into Dinah’s first experiences of being mothered, which allowed me to go back into my own history of “aunties” who at various times surrounded me in a feminine loving circle as well.




In contemplating this experience, which as I stated was extremely soothing to me, I re-read Dr. Borysenko’s chapter in A Woman’s Journey to God called: “Voices of Our Ancestors: Reclaiming Women’s Religious Stories,” wherein she wrote:

Archetypal stories…are like phone lines that connect us to the living Presence of ancient beings who can help us on the spiritual journey. 

I agree with this statement wholeheartedly, and I think it becomes especially significant when we as spiritual seekers may no longer have (or may have never had) actual human teachers and “aunties” to guide us through the turbulence of life’s difficulties.

In 1992, Emily Saliers referred to this very idea in a her song lyrics for “Virginia Wolf” written for her and Amy Ray to sing together in their band, the Indigo Girls

They published your diary
And that's how I got to know you
The key to the room of your own and a mind without end
And here's a young girl
On a kind of a telephone line through time
And the voice at the other end comes like a long lost friend
So I know I'm all right
Life will come and life will go
Still I feel it's all right
Cause I just got a letter to my soul
And when my whole life is on the tip of my tongue
Empty pages for the no longer young
The apathy of time laughs in my face
You say "each life has its place


Yes! As spiritual seekers, we need these “telephone lines through time.”

Without any spoilers, I will offer Anita Diamant’s words in closing from the last page of her novel, The Red Tent, as spoken by the heroine Dinah:

If you sit on the bank of a river, you see only a small part of its surface. And yet, the water before your eyes is proof of unknowable depths…Wherever you walk, I go with you.

To me this line represents that miraculous possibility of receiving grace and wisdom from our collective feminine ancestry.  

Or as Dr. Borysenko writes in the closing of her chapter “Voices of Our Ancestors: Reclaiming Women’s Religious Stories:”

When we are ready for change, stories can also pull the bushel off our Inner Light.  Our intuition becomes clear and insistent.  When we allow ourselves to be receptive, the voice of God and the help that is always available become potent realities.

As Dinah might say: Selah. Or, May it be so.

Sunday, May 19, 2019

Poetry 155: Dualities

Dualities

If there is no mother
can there be daughter?

If there is no light
can there be dark?

If there is no day
can there be night?

I have to think
the answer is no.

More likely,
it would seem,
my words are just
too small because
they come from
that too narrow
a place inside.

So what if I felt
into a more
expansive experience
of Mother?
And a larger sense
of Light?
A grander sense
of Day?


What if these
so called dualities
dissolved into
the expanse of an
infinite, vast
awareness of Big Mind-
the quiet quality
that sits behind the
turbulence and vexation
of Small Mind?

In moments of
calm and clarity,
it would seem
they do.

One can only
hope.

-Me