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once upon forever

5/30/2013

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Guardians

We are told that a guardian is one who guards, protects or defends. So I ask you:

Have you ever considered that you are a guardian? And can you believe that you have been chosen to be a guardian? And do you know that you have a unique purpose at your core or center that you alone can fulfill? All the external faces that you wear and all the things that you do belong to the surface level of life. To discover what is at your core is to live your real life.  And that discovering may take you an entire lifetime.  When you know what is at your core, then you will know why you have been chosen to be a guardian.  I’ll give you a clue for the search: “Who ARE you????”

Jack didn’t believe he could possibly be a guardian.  When the question “WHO ARE YOU???” was put to him with great vigor by North, Jack had no answer and, characteristically, dismissed the whole notion.   Okay, now, I’ve given away some of the story and, hopefully, I’ve given you just enough to entice you into watching “The Rise of the Guardians.”  Last weekend I watched it with my grandson. The rest of the family went to an outdoor music concert so my grandson and I had a rare movie night.  “The Rise of the Guardians” was so good that I watched it again the next day, replayed various scenes and watched the extra features, the interviews with director and cast, etc.  It is a children’s film, an animated adventure that my grandson loved.  I’m certain that he also absorbed some of the deeper messages as well.  It’s a lovely fantasy film. Or is it? Alec Baldwin, Isla Fisher, Hugh Jackman, Chris Pine and Jude Law – the voices of the characters – know for sure.  But they won’t spoil your quest to discover what is at your center, to find out “Who are YOU??”  Now, no more clues, except , . . . .

Like any magnificent journey, this one is fraught with danger.  It can be so frightening that one may abandon the quest.  But I have faith that you will begin soon and will not give in to the fear.  And when you find what is at your center, I trust that you will do what is required of all who find their center.

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passing clouds

5/20/2013

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Justin Stone, originator of Tai Chi Chih, embodies the fluidity of clouds passing by in the movement bearing that name.  To watch a master is mesmerizing. To practice the teachings of a master is the work. To achieve a glimmer of understanding is the living of the work.  I am grateful to Jean and Richard, my two teachers of Tai Chi Chih, for their dedication to the practice and their gentle and loving teaching.  

This morning I am sitting with the wisdom of another teacher, Mahatma Gandhi. I have few words.  Like passing clouds, thoughts are coming in, moving through.  Gandhi offered to us the four sustaining pillars of Ahisma:  A (non) + Hisma (violence). Gandhi embodied the four pillars. I offer them to you today without additional comment.  I have no words that reach to the essence of the teaching.  Perhaps the four sustaining pillars will speak to you and absorb your thoughts, creating a meaning for you.  This is what the pillars are doing for me.

  • Sarvodaya = Justice for All Creatures
  • Swaraj = Self-Rule
  • Swadeshi = The Genius of the Local
  • Satyagraha = Nonviolent Revolution 
                                        -from “Gandhi’s 4 Gifts,” Yes Magazine Summer 2013

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rites of spring

5/11/2013

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“In the spring a young man’s fancy lightly turns to love.”  So say the words of an old song.  Our community offers ample evidence that this is true.  At our local Mt. Bakery, on any day of the week one may witness love in formation while savoring fresh baked almond croissants and a steamy cup of moliere, the bakery’s signature brew.  I thought of the beautiful words of Robert Bly one day recently as I sat and savored and witnessed.

The Third Body

A man and a woman sit near each other, and they do not long
at this moment to be older, or younger, nor born
in any other nation, or time, or place.
They are content to be where they are, talking or not talking.
Their breaths together feed someone whom we do not know.
The man sees the way his fingers move;
he sees her hands close around a book she hands to him.
They obey a third body they have in common.
They have made a promise to love that body.
Age may come, parting may come, death will come.
A man and woman sit near each other;
as they breathe they feed someone we do not know,
someone we know of, whom we have never seen.
      -Robert Bly 


They were very young, probably college students. She, with her light brown wavy hair and her golden skin; he with his strong jaw, his rugged good looks, dark brown hair. Both had eyes only for each other.  He had wrapped his wool jacket around her as they braced against the wind pushing them through the bakery door. They found a small table near the window and sat side by side. As she shrugged out of his jacket, the wide neck of her blouse slipped off one shoulder. He lightly kissed her tender skin glow as he eased her blouse back in place.  Her hand lingered on his cheek as she brushed a wayward curl back from his eyebrow. No words passed between them but volumes were spoken.

The handsome silver-haired gentlemen wearing a crisp white shirt and tailored slacks stood to help her take off her bright green coat and drape it across a chair.  They paused for a brief hug, a quick and tender kiss, then sat across from one another for the animated dialogue that passed back and forth between them.  Like well-matched players in a game of tennis, each gave full attention to the other; their eyes danced and their fingers lightly touched now and then. I imagined that this was a practice grown deep and genuine and satisfying over the years.  They appeared to be in their mid to late seventies.

Their mothers were chatting and laughing, catching up on all the activities of each of their families. The little boy and little girl shared the box of crayons and pieces of paper and pointed out the details of their creations to one another.  Amidst giggles and wiggles, they sampled each others food, argued a little, laughed a lot and fully entertained themselves.  They appeared to be in their own cozy space, oblivions to their mothers or others in the café.  They were completely captivated by this world of their own making, immersed in five year old bliss.

A Course In Miracles tells us that our mundane struggling relationships are based on differences and competitiveness.  However, the Course states that “a holy relationship starts from a different premise. Each one has looked within and seen no lack.  Accepting his completion, he would extend it by joining with another, whole as himself.  He sees no difference between these selves.” And love exists when “one has seen the others’ need as no different from one’s own.”  Three couples of three different generations each clearly seeing the other as whole and complete.  Passing love back and forth, giving and receiving, creating a safe and intimate place of their own in the midst of a busy world outside.

This spring as our hearts thaw out after a long winter, as we remove layers of coverings and expose our vulnerable selves, may we fearlessly see others as whole and complete and may we extend our love joyously.  Perhaps we will even inspire onlookers to do the same.  Love is not a limited commodity.  It is a contagious mysterious wonder.  As we give it away, we shall have more. To Life! To Love! To Spring! 
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