How will each of us spend it? Along with Albert Einstein, I believe imagination to be the most important and powerful faculty we humans possess. So I imagine…
…Since it is a work-a-day Wednesday, I imagine many going off to work as usual. Yet when they come home there will all those hours of light still left to garden, play baseball, go downtown, grill, go see friends… Maybe just sit outside and read.
Families with children newly out of school are coordinating schedules and activities
Bonfires are being built and I can imagine all the thousands of rituals to honor the Solstice that are coming together right this minute…
The Solstice will be recognized and celebrated all over the globe today. We continue to resonate with the heavens and their eternal cycles, even in our earth-bound doingness
“Imagination is more important than knowledge. For knowledge is limited to all we now know and understand, while imagination embraces the entire world, and all there ever will be to know and understand.” ― Albert Einstein
Teachers show up in our lives in the most unexpected forms. Today I want to talk about one kind of teacher that has popped up repeatedly for me: The Adversary.
Sometimes this adversary is obvious: an open competitor in a structured scenario, or someone in conversation with a declared opposing position about whatever, from politics to child-raising or best ice cream makers. While these are often situations that might provide us the proverbial “teaching moment,” these are not exactly the ones I want to explore here.
Rather, I want to discuss those teachers who are closer to us, those who are in our lives as a friend, a colleague, or a family member – on our “team” — yet this person is also reliably adversarial.
An example may clarify. I sat at dinner with a friend the other evening. An outspoken person, our somewhat new friendship is based in part on our mutual enjoyment in engaging in spirited repartee. We might spar over a wide range of topics from art, politics, or business. Sometimes I find our exchanges either intellectually or spiritually challenging – or both.
This particular evening she was darker than usual. She stated that money was all-important, declaring shamelessly that having enough and a lot of money was all that mattered. I countered with the rather usual chestnut that while money was convenient and surely made one comfortable, it could not buy one love or insure happiness. This is bedrock for me; a given. Imagine my surprise when she vociferously, sincerely disagreed. “Of course it can!” she roared. Then she leaned towards me and looked me hard in the eyes, saying with force, “Don’t be all stupid and an Aquarian-age myopic! See! This world turns on money, money, only money!”
I didn’t, couldn’t, reply. She was absolutely sincere. All at once I was inextricably and very aware of a deep core positional difference between us. As I sat there I suddenly saw my friend in her role as my current Adversarial Teacher. A spiritual teacher, gifting me once again.
As it happens in such moments it was just a microsecond in which all the similar such teachers who had come before in my life paraded before me. I won’t list them here – we all have them. But in that instant I saw them and knew them for the integral role they each played in my spiritual awakening. At the time, even though I may have given it lip service (“Oh, that witch is in my life to teach me a lot of lessons!”) I don’t know that I really, really, got it. Really. Appreciated. Lessons.
Sitting there at that table, looking at my friend with my eyeballs while in my mind’s eye seeing the march of others who in my (now long) history had challenged my opinions, beliefs, actions and accomplishments…
Without whom I would never have known who I was, really. What lines I drew and where. What made me fight. What didn’t. What made me passionate. What didn’t. And how very differently others do walk through our world.
And I was suddenly, astoundingly very, very grateful for these difficult teachers. In fact, I quite love them.
Diarmuid O’Murchu, a fascinating Irish scholar and social psychologist, puts forth one of the best descriptions/explanations of Bohmian of dialogue* in his excellent book, “Quantum Theology.”
I had always thought of this process (though I had no name for it) more as a way of being, really. When I thought consciously along these lines, it was in terms of “nonattachment,” or “objectivity.”
In my best moments, I strive to live life as a “dialogue.” I.e., unattached to any one point of view, deeply listening, open to all points of view without having to “have it” or “take it on” on a personal level, and being response-able — able to respond — hopefully with the greatest good in mind. At the same time to be aware of my own preferences and choices, and also responsible for my own condition in so far as I am consciously able (which one works at to continue to become more conscious). And always aware of beauty, supporting it, nurturing it, being surrounded in it.
This is the closest to a personal “credo” I have articulated in recent times. Deepak Chopra has said, “Quantum physics are the mechanics of creativity; reincarnation is the quantum leap of creativity…the soul takes on new expression.”[1] Until recently I considered Deepak’s comment to refer only to the life/death cycle. Today, I see its application to my own credo and attendant learning spirals: quantum leaps of understanding that leave me dying in one reality while popping into another – one that sometimes defies wordy articulation but can be summed up in a sweeping gaze while at the beach.
And, I have come to understand that I am endeavoring to practice beauty.
The dialogue between theology and science is not a dialogue at all; it is a drama of the human spirit. ~Alexei Nesteruk
* Wikipedia definition: [Bohmian] dialogue has no predefined purpose, no agenda, other than that of inquiring into the movement of thought, and exploring the process of “thinking together” collectively. … allow group participants to examine their preconceptions and prejudices, …explore the more general movement of thought. … Dialogue should not be confused with discussion or debate, both of which, says Bohm, suggest working towards a goal or reaching a decision, rather than simply exploring and learning…
[1] Excerpted from a lecture in workshop, “Seduction of Silence,” April, 2005, Lake Lanier, GA
I admit it: I’ve been absent from this platform for awhile. A creative hiatus, a pause, and yet a whirlwind of activity behind the proverbial cyber scene. So, now I am back! With a new look and lots of new topics and their attendant fun and informative (!) digressions.
So…here we go again. I hope you enjoy. Please let me know — love your comments.
Some of the things we might explore:
Pity parties. The default settings in a life. Fight or flight? The quality of memory. Soul consciousness. Maintaining one’s authenticity in an ever-changing world.
And, of course, the nature of True Beauty and its importance in our culture — especially these days!
“Curiousity killed the cat!” so begins an old sing-songed taunt tossed about when I was a child. It was meant to shame or deter someone who had poked their nose where it wasn’t — according to someone or something — supposed to be. The usual retort was “Satisfaction brought him back!” often accompanied by a final “Hmph!” and perhaps an appropriate sound effect.
I find it interesting that curiousity was discouraged. For me that curiousity is the very basis, indeed the seed of the desire to learn. It is the puzzle, the mystery to be solved, the great unknown leading us forward…
The asset of being curious…
What part does a curious nature have to do with with the pursuit of a formal education? Education is the passing along to upcoming minds that which is already known. As we progress through the educative process it can be augmented with the research process: “what’s next? what does this lead to/infer/prove?” And this is usually only entered into by those with the “Iamcurious” gene. So, while formal learning is most definitely lubricated by curiousity, a desire to know, it is really quite different from curiousity itself. And curiosity is nurtured and fed by triggers too often absent in a schoolroom.
So here’s what the curiousity cycle might look like: as a child we are full of wonder and curiosity, it is all about learning: there is a whole new world to discover. Then the teen-ager becomes know it all, having settled on his/her opinions and justifiably needing to feel independent and in charge. Next we humans tend to embark on the busy work of creating, managing and controlling; the productive years. This can be a very long cycle; some people never leave it — dying “in the saddle” as that saying goes. We carve out our lives, might get into our routines, some might negatively say “ruts.” Personally, I find stability very good for fostering creativity.
But as age and the longer perspective all those years gift us with, sometimes we begin seeing over the edges of our respective ruts once again, discovering anew. We get curious again about things that may once have been taken for granted, or thought we understood, or had forgotten, or didn’t have time to notice, care about or pursue.
For me some of these are birds, clouds in the sky, shamanism, science stuff like physics — which I always assumed was way over my head — and just the beauty of everyday sunlight, the Isness; that incredible beauty everywhere. I find I am curious about a great many things.
I am grateful for the time and wherewithal to indulge my curiosity, and despair only of my inherent laziness that stops me and says: “Let’s just sit and read a book, now.”
Well, that’s not so bad either.
To be curious is definitely an asset, not some annoying stick-yer-nose-innit bad habit. It is the foundational block for life-long learning. That old saying about the cat should be banned!
P.S. You may have noticed that I am using what is now referred to as the “British spelling” of the word curiousity, with a second ‘u’. That’s how I was taught it was spelled. I mean, without the -ity on the end, it is curious, correct? Spell check is always trying to make it “curiosity” — which just looks weird and mis-spelled to me. I don’t understand the fashion for changing the root word spelling when adding ‘ity’. Why do that? Just curious…
P.P.S. Oh, and in case you were wondering or worried, the cat in the uppermost left hand picture isn’t dead at all; she just likes to lie around like that.
Longest day of the year, shortest night. This celestial phenomenon has always held significance for humanity:
In ancient Greece the summer solstice was the first day of the new year. The ancient Chinese honored earth and femininity — the yin — on the summer solstice. Many old European cultures had large bonfires around which the community would gather, something we still tend to do today.
This year we have the added intrigue and interest of a full moon on the Summer Solstice. Evidently, the last time this occurred was in 1967! So our sky will be be light and bright for a long time on June 20th!
Solstice has held a fascination for me, both winter and summer. I cannot say why. They seem to be a rather magical time of year; perhaps the veil between worlds is a bit thinner, or clearer. Perhaps harmony is easier to strike. Whatever the reason, I am wishing you a very
Insights, quotes and wisdom notes from my travels, jotted down at those times and in those places follow, rather higgeldy-piggeldy and not in any organized order:
PERFECTION IS ILLUSION & DELUSION; BUT WE CAN STRIVE FOR WHOLENESS.
Ritual is setting intention
“The Priest/Priestess is the midwife of Grace” ~ Matthew Fox
We are the imaginal cells of the dying paradigm!
Shadow follows wherever you go; the greater your light, the greater your shadow.
True Beauty is eternal and the raison d’être of the Universe.
When our ego is in charge it is prepared to be offended; when the soul is predominant it is prepared to be amazed! ~paraphrasing Dr. David Simon
Laughter is the same in every language.
We are balanced turbulence. ~ Brian Swimme
Walk like a Goddess.
A life of expression is healing. Healing is an expression of life.
Laughter like liquid vibrational light smiles all over the beach. Dear Dark, are you co-dependent?
Looking back in old notebooks and journals is always a journey in itself. The above are mostly old friends, but I did encounter an acquaintance or two I’d forgotten about and was happy to rediscover!
I’ve been traveling a bit lately. Did I write that already? My head, heart and vision have been mightily exercised.
It was wisteria time in SC when I left:
And my lemon tree was blooming, smelling so luscious
But I left to go to an art workshop in Vermont…
…where friends find springtime gardening a bit rough:
After a productive week in Vermont I came home briefly before flying off to L.A., or LaLa Land for a brief two days. Was shooting a small documentary for ESPN on the history of the Sports Bra, no less. A shot of LA’s sunset:
Then back home before heading up to Virginia’s Shenandoah Valley for a Shamanic Retreat. Such fabulous natural beauty, different from SC. Although similar to Vermont with its mountains and deciduous forests, it has a quite different feel, a different spirit. It seems somehow gentler…
Two of my companions wading in the Rapidan River. I followed shortly thereafter…
I learned a great deal on each leg of my travels… I find that the body may be aging, but this mind is as curious and inquiring as ever. It was simply the devilish goddess of scheduling that caused all these
events to converge within such a short time span (and not done yet, actually). Ideally I’d choose to have months after each one to integrate the teachings, my observations, any new techniques, any “homework.” I’m that sort. Ah, well! But I’m not complaining! Far from it, really! I am amazed and feel blessed to have all such explorations and opportunities on my plate.
And/but yes:
It’s nice to go home and be greeted by my loved ones…
This week I have my first ripe heirloom tomato. In march, the unlikely plants emerged from a weed filled box in my greenhouse. They must have grown from seeds I saved last season and in an obviously foolhardy act, like someone buying a lottery ticket, I cast them into the dirt. I may as well have planted redwoods. I knew better. All those years of pouring hope and fertilizer onto Lowe’s bought plants with visions of that perfect mid summer BLT, only to experience another failed harvest. Growing tomatoes in South Carolina is a valuable primer on life. But for the grace of mother nature and that leak in my ceiling, I am rewarded with one meager tomato and one great lesson. This is a thing of wonder and beauty.
Ah. Fabulous!
I must rush to say, however, that the accompanying photo here is not my correspondent’s excellent and rare single heirloom. No, these two are simple market-boughts from last summer. But beautiful enough to have caught my camera’s eye. A bit more, uh, Tomato Grace?
Life has a way of creating cycles: months of humdrum and habits — sometimes soothing, sometimes boring. And then sudden huge waves of change, happenings, things you can’t say no to. Some things you have no opportunity to say no to; death is one of those.
So I’ve been juggling a few things; traveling a great deal, across the country, up the coast and down the coast and back again…and again.
One of the changes occurring during this time is switching where this blog lives, it’s host or whatever. A simple task you would think. Not so. The process, much more tedious and long than it should have been, is the reason I haven’t been able to post recently and the reason my more recent posts seem to have disappeared! Whoopsie!
Ah, I love technology! You can find the post “Spring” on our FB page “The Way of Beauty”.
And speaking of whoops!, a reader pointed out to me that nowhere on this blog page do I make it clear that what I am writing about is TRUE BEAUTY. That is a major whoops. The whole reason for this blog is to make a pitch about the importance of ditching what passes for “beauty” these days and reclaiming TRUE BEAUTY! (See the post “A Manifesto for True Beauty” waaaay back in the beginning). Well, and to make way for my book about it, coming soon…
So, whoops, I gotta change the masthead, or whatever its called here, to make it clear what I (mostly) go on about: deep, true Beauty and its importance in our global harmony.
So, change is good. We must perceive it as such as it is, after all, the only constant!
Ah, yeah…a lot of stuff going on! And whoopsies are only to be expected…