The Power Of Compassion

February 4, 2012 by  
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heart on the beach

Out beyond ideas of wrongdoing, and rightdoing, there is a field. I will meet you there –Rumi

One of the first things I do every morning is read the news.  I believe that is the same for most people.  We want to know what is happening in the world and in our communities.  We want to know how yesterday’s developments will be impacting our lives today.  But as we read about all the wars, poverty, and instability we feel overwhelmed and start to shut down.  Unfortunately, the shutting down to the pain in the news carries on to our daily lives; we start to become disconnected from our ability to feel compassion and to empathize. But, the news is not the only reason.  Our own life’s difficulties and struggles take care of whatever compassion we have left in our hearts.

The human experience is based on exchange and connectedness.  How many times we have a good experience and wonder how much better it would have been if shared with a loved one?

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The Embodied Spirit

July 4, 2009 by  
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Every now and then, some sort of experience comes floating our way that catches us up and takes us with it, transporting us, blowing us away like a dry leaf. It can originate in such disparate sources of experience – a powerful work of art, a story that conveys a brilliant facet of the human spirit, an encounter or experience that enables us to touch our own mortality, to feel it viscerally as THE fact that surrounds life on every side.

During the time that such an experience is in circulation in our system it can open a space, or a window through which we see the world from a radically different vantage. Our entire frame of reference, the valuations upon which it rests can be exploded, leaving an uncommon sense of groundedness in its wake, a sense of clarity and conviction that’s runs to the marrow.

Then, after a respite of unforeseeable duration, the world as we knew it closes in again, reassembling itself into an all too familiar picture. And we are left to wonder “How can I step back into the space that I was only just in, that has dissipated and drained away before my frozen eyes? How can I seduce another spasm of this enlightenment to offer itself to me? So compelling, so perfectly composed, it mocks this experience of the world I now carry around.” You would think that knowing this would be enough to spring you from the fetters that comprise your views, your realities, but there is just too much friction at work in these parts for things to go so smoothly.

The seed must know the soil, the man must know the shadow, the light must know the darkness, before it can know the sun. What can I say – the lot of an embodied spirit is a complicated one.