“To be fully alive, fully human, and completely awake
is to be continually thrown out of the nest.”
― Pema Chödrön
It seems to me that the more we are grounded in the Practice, the more we appear able to soar into our lives with a sense of freedom and ease.
― Pema Chödrön
``Do not be afraid," the Voice called to him. ``Hang on to the wind and trust!"
-- from "Tale of the Jumping Mouse",
in Seven Arrows by Hyemeyohsts Storm
Back in 1970, my kid brother David, who was in many ways my Guru long before I knew much about gurus and the Practice, sent
me a handwritten copy of the "Tale of the Jumping Mouse". A denizen
of Haight-Ashbury for years, David had come across it before it appeared
in Hyemeyohsts Storm's book, Seven Arrows.)
I was transfixed.
"Tale of the Jumping Mouse" was one of those stories. It resonated deeply with the Heart of the Matter for me. Stirred to the core, my heart chakra opened through a torrent of tears. (Those were the days, huh.)
"Tale of the Jumping Mouse" was one of those stories. It resonated deeply with the Heart of the Matter for me. Stirred to the core, my heart chakra opened through a torrent of tears. (Those were the days, huh.)
An allegory, "Tale of the Jumping Mouse"
traces the journey of a simple mouse who heard something one day, a
faint roaring sound that the others didn't appear to hear amidst the
scramble of their day to day existence. His Essential Curiosity
stirred, this mouse summoned up the courage to take the Grand Leap to discover the Source of the sound. He left the confines of his
normal life to discover a world of great beauty and wonder.
With the help and guidance of other creatures, through repeated acts of courage and the willingness to serve others again and again, Mouse developed his Medicine as Jumping Mouse. In the end, (or perhaps, the beginning), the Jumping Mouse became Eagle.
With the help and guidance of other creatures, through repeated acts of courage and the willingness to serve others again and again, Mouse developed his Medicine as Jumping Mouse. In the end, (or perhaps, the beginning), the Jumping Mouse became Eagle.
Years ago, I read of a society in the South
Pacific where the children were taught to fly in their dreams as the
main spiritual practice. Psychologist Carl Jung believed that flying dreams symbolized the basic human desire for liberation. Although,
I probably personally identify more with Jonathan Livingstone
Seagull (another spiritual allegory of the early 1970's) than with an
Eagle, it seems that the symbol of flight captures something essential
about the Spiritual Path. It certainly did for me.
So what does Sitting have to do with Flying?
It seems to me that the more we are grounded in the Practice, the more we appear able to soar into our lives with a sense of freedom and ease.
Through Mindfulness Meditation, our
willingness and ability to Sit Still to face --and embrace -- every
aspect of our conditioning as it appears in the moment, the "stuff" that
keeps us landlocked increasingly melts away. As
the Practice deepens and we are able to turn toward the fear that
naturally arises, we become prepared to take flight. As we take the leap, we see for ourselves the fluid and evanescent nature
of our own experience. Then, paradoxically, our increasing capacity to
actually feel the utter groundlessness
that exists within the fabric of Life itself, enables us to gain solid
enough footing to launch ourselves into the next moment -- free as a
bird.
Although any word picture of Shunyata, is fundmentally limited, the
clear blue sky is one image that is sometimes used.
In the Tibetan Dzogchen, one of the meditative practices involves gazing at the sky as you visualize dissolving into its limitless expanse on the outbreath. Although I've only dabbled with this particular practice over the years -- usually sitting outside at dawn or sunset -- Sitting Still at those times certainly seemed to be have provided some majestically beautiful moments.
In the Tibetan Dzogchen, one of the meditative practices involves gazing at the sky as you visualize dissolving into its limitless expanse on the outbreath. Although I've only dabbled with this particular practice over the years -- usually sitting outside at dawn or sunset -- Sitting Still at those times certainly seemed to be have provided some majestically beautiful moments.
The truth of the matter, though, is that a similar experience can emerge in the very next moment -- wherever you are.
It just takes Practice.
Originally posted, December, 2013. Revised.
Originally posted, December, 2013. Revised.
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