Tuesday, June 14, 2022

When things get crazy in the world…

 … it's time to head home.  We are facing turmoil and division in America, the likes of which we haven’t seen since the civil war.  After years of political party warring, we have ended up with a cultural war masquerading as political discourse and sadly the truth was one of the first victims of this unholy war.  Not only has our country become divided, red states vs blue but our cities, towns, communities and even families, have been set against one another, leaving little room for peace, love or understanding.  

                                                                                                                                   Japanese Garden Portland

When things get so hostile there seems to be no possibility to a return to normal.  That is a very good time to press pause on our thoughts and reassess what’s happening.  Things can be made better, starting at level one, ourselves.  We don’t have to be victims of the current chaos, we can control our own thoughts and understandings. That is because we are the sole curators of our understanding of the world and are responsible for our own conclusions & subsequent actions.  Given all that, this moment of nation-wide confusion is one of the best times to reassess our individual understandings and actions to make sure that they still are valid and supporting us well going forward.  

We all have some work to do and paradoxically this might be the most appropriate time for us to do some of that internal work.  Revisiting our most fundamental beliefs and assumptions, asking ourselves how well these understandings are serving us now.  When the world is seemingly full of hateful discourse, it is crying out for peace like a toddler cries out for love.  That peace must first be found in ones own heart, because it is only when we are at peace with ourselves, that we can find peace with others.  Catholics have a prayer for peace that speaks to this:



Peace Prayer of Saint Francis of Assisi


 Lord, make me an instrument of your peace:

 where there is hatred, let me sow love;

 where there is injury, pardon;

 where there is doubt, faith;

 where there is despair, hope;

 where there is darkness, light;

 where there is sadness, joy.


 O divine Master, grant that I may not so much seek

 to be consoled as to console,

 to be understood as to understand,

 to be loved as to love.

 For it is in giving that we receive,

 it is in pardoning that we are pardoned,

 and it is in dying that we are born to eternal life.

 Amen.



The ancient Vedic tradition has a similar prayer:


Hindu Upanishads


Lead me from death to life,
from falsehood to truth.


Lead me from despair to hope,
from fear to trust.


Lead me from hate to love,
from war to peace.


Let peace fill our heart, our world, our universe.
Peace, peace, peace.


 - Adapted from the Hindu Upanishads by Satish Kumar


While writing this I am reminded of a suggestion made by one of my beloved yoga teachers; “A yogi only speaks when 3 conditions are met: that what they have to say is true, non harming and necessary.”


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I’m going to close my musing with a translation of the Gāyatrī Mantra:



  May all beings in the universe be peaceful.

    Take us from untruth to truth,


  From dullness to light, from death to bliss.

    For all beings: peace, perfection, blessings.


  That is perfect. This is perfect.


  From perfection the perfect thing arises.

    Taking the perfect thing, perfection remains.


                   - From the Rig Veda 

Wednesday, March 2, 2022

A home for wood

As the projects around the house slow down I've been able to turn my attention outward to the yard.  Several years ago I had built a Japanese style Ofuro soaking tub that has been giving me great pleasure ever since.  The water is heated via a wood stove that has a built in water jacket.  Thermal convection provides the flow.  It's simple, attractive and still works when the power goes out, in fact it provides emergency bathing during prolonged outages.  I'd been keeping the fire wood for that stove piled on the concert slab next to the stove & tub, covered with a tarp.  


After several years of tapping the firewood and not having the direst wood to boot, I decided to build a small wood shed.  

Since the tub was a Japanese style I decided to try to mimic Japanese buildings.  The result is so much more pleasing esthetically than a crumpled tarp and the wood stays dry and rot free.  



So the fire wood is much better off with it's on purpose built home.  It seems that some things need a home, or perhaps the very idea of "home" is so ingrained in us that we naturally assign "homeness" to the happy places where we store our stuff.  


Sun
Earth
Mother
Our body
Dwelling
Sub-dwellings

There is a Devine in there too, perhaps all of it.  Our life is what we see, what we believe and what we make of it, as best we can.  


Soaking in warm, calm water, under a wide open sky with the sent of wood smoke wafting by.  Oh my, that is one of the best ways to enjoy ones place in the universe.  It's also coincidentally a great place to drive the planet from.  



Wednesday, February 9, 2022

Home and Yoga

Coming home to my own seat, to myself, to yoga, coming home to the Padmasana Asana, the Lotus Pose, my spiritual seat.  It’s one of the oldest postures in yoga and forms the basis for meditation, breathing practice and spiritual development. I’ve been away from this house for a very long time.  Frankly I’d given up hope of ever enjoying this pose again but amazingly, almost unbelievably, I’ve been slowly making my way back to this sacred home, this beloved posture, for the past several years.  Home to the yogic way of being.

In the past, I had found shelter, comfort and connection in yoga.  Shelter from the chaos of the world, comfort in my body and connection to spirit.  Two hip replacements and one new knee over the corse of a decade made yoga practice difficult to maintain.  Gratefully, blessedly, with the help of modern medicine and plenty of mat time I am starting to enjoy and benefit from this ancient practice again.  That is a homecoming is as joyful as it is improbable.  Something that feels like a miracle to me.  


Yoga is my spiritual seat in this world and I am so very grateful to not only revisit but also to re-engage and return to one of the most effective and pure spiritual practices that I know of.  The experience of returning to yoga is a gift that engenders a deep and profound gratitude.  I’m even more grateful to be able to not only do yoga but incredibly, be able to make a little progress with that practice in spite of being an old dude (age 67).  When I was young I never expected to live nearly this long, but here I am and, and, and I’m enjoying a remarkably blessed & fulfilling life. 





May you be free from suffering

May you find joy and happiness

May you be at peace

             

                                                           om shanti shanti peace, 

                                                                                           dan