Me and My Shadow

“…feelings like disappointment, embarrassment, irritation, resentment, anger, jealousy, and fear, instead of being bad news, are actually very clear moments that teach us where it is that we’re holding back...They’re like messengers that show us,
with terrifying clarity, exactly where we’re stuck."

 --  Pema Chödrön

"One does not become enlightened by imagining figures of light, 

but by making the darkness conscious...Knowing your own darkness is the best method
for dealing with the darknesses of other people."”

-- C.G. Jung

Although Mindfulness Practice will  provide many moments of deep calm and clarity -- sometimes relatively quickly -- oftentimes it will also surface a lot of feelings that we have managed to assiduously repress, deny or avoid as we scurried ahead in a materialistic society that kept us focused outwardly for fulfillment.  As we spend time in meditation, it is not uncommon to encounter moments of fear, deep sadness, anger, restlessness -- and boredom.  Contrary to what we might think, this is actually a sign that the Practice is working.  The good news is that, with Practice, we are able to navigate the more gnarly aspects of the human condition with increasing ease. 

Adrift in delusions of grandeur, I sometimes joke about beginning a high profile advertising campaign for Monday Morning Mindfulness with full page bold print ads, billboards and television commercials proclaiming something like:

Want Sadness, Fear, Disappointment, Boredom and More?

Practice Mindfulness!

Besides possibly getting sued by Jon Kabat-Zinn and others, I don't think I'd get much action.   As Pema Chödrön points out, the actual process of meditation seems "counter-intuitive".  At a certain point, we decide to sit still and face what we have always fled from.  Who needs that?

Most of us do.

In fact, with Practice, we come to see that it is precisely our willingness and ability to carefully examine the nature of our own subconscious with a modicum of gentleness and ease that unlocks the Gateless Gate of Ease and Joy.  When we finally face our fear and wander down into the basement with all its ghoulies and ghosties and things that go bump in the night, then learn how to 
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"#@&*%!!?"

"I vow to understand living beings and their suffering, 

to cultivate compassion and loving kindness,
and to practice joy and equanimity."

Thich Nhat Hanh, from "Refuge Poem"

"Give me an F.....

Give me a U.............."

Country Joe McDonald, Introduction to "I Feel Like I'm Fixin' To Die Rag"

I swear.  Sometimes a lot.  It can be embarrassing. 

Although I often do refrain from allowing those "four letter words" to roll out of my mouth, the closer I get to a spontaneous expression of awe and joy and gratitude for the Absolute Wonder of Life, the more likely am I to launch forth an "F bomb" -- usually in its forms as an adjective or adverb. 
(Like "Far F*****g Out!")

I guess, more than anything, this tendency to be somewhat foul-mouthed shows my true colors.  I am the prototypical product of the 1960's.  I was a high school freshman in 1960 and I graduated from college in 1969.  Words that burned my ears at age 13 rolled out of my mouth freely when I was 23.  Although I began practicing yoga and meditation during that final year of the decade, it didn't seem to effect the language that had become part of my normal vocabulary during my years in college.

To a whole bunch of us back then, the actual bombs of the warfare seemed profane and obscene.  Launching F bombs?  Not so much.  In fact, "colorful" language, like colorful clothing, long hair,  and psychotropic drugs, was an integral part of a youth culture intent on breaking the monochrome norms of a mainstream society that appeared to be based on the false gods of materialism, competition, consumerism, environmental degradation and warfare.  We chose, instead,  to pursue a life based on the values of freedom, peace and love.  For many of us, "Thy will be done on Earth as it is in Heaven" wasn't just something that we were supposed to chant in church on Sunday.  We believed we were supposed to be living that way every day as best we could!  And we were intent on having some serious fun along the way.  As one of my guiding lights, the late Stephen Gaskin, put it at the time: "We're out to raise hell -- in the Bodhisattvic sense."  

So how does swearing specifically fit into this picture?
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The Attitude of Gratitude

(Although there is the danger that I may lose credibility with some of  my dear Buddhist brothers and sisters, I can honestly and wholeheartedly proclaim that today, for the first time in a long time, I am beginning to feel like myself!  Perhaps, a good cry a few moments ago is a major part of that.  I am also relatively clear headed, pain and nausea free, and feel some semblance of physical energy returning.  It's been a long time coming. 

That being said, I discovered a couple of days ago when I first turned the corner,  that sitting for a long time at the computer actually set me back significantly.  I awoke the next morning, trashed.  Trying to be a bit older and wiser, rather than sit here for a few hours, I am going to once again offer a reprint of an earlier post.  In it's own inimitable style, the Universe quickly provided me with the perfect choice for what I feel at this moment: "The Attitude of Gratitude".  I hope you find it helpful.  -- Lance)

Originally published November 29, 2013


"A hundred times a day I remind myself that my inner and outer life depends on the labors of other men, living and dead, and that I must exert myself in order to give in the measure as I have received
and am still receiving.”  

-- Albert Einstein

 "Be grateful to everyone."

-- The 13th slogan of the Lojong Trainings

I'm sometimes amazed -- and often amused -- as I observe my heart/mind floating down the stream of consciousness sitting here at the keyboard in the attempt to write something helpful for the MMM Courtesy Wake Up Call.  Today, I sat for a few moments facing the relatively blank New Post screen, then wandered around a bit on the web tracing the word "gratitude" along various strands of thought, trying all the while not to get too far afield.

Now I'm sitting here with my chest heaving, tears rolling down my cheeks,with images of Bing Crosby as freakin' Father O'Malley playing across the screen at Memory Lane Theater.   
 
WTF? How in the world did I end up here?
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Mama Said There'll Be Days Like This

"Mama said there'll be days like this

There'll be days like this mama said."

-- The Shirelles

"Gloriousness and wretchedness need each other. 
One inspires us, the other softens us. 

They go together.”
―  Pema Chödrön, Start Where You Are: A Guide to Compassionate Living

Meditation and mindfulness practices been a central focus of my spiritual life since 1969.   Over the years, I've explored a number of sitting practices from a variety of traditions.  

 

In 1970,  exploring the path of Yoga that emerges within Hinduism, I experienced my first clear meditative shift of consciousness gazing at a candle as suggested by Richard Hittleman in A Guide to Yoga Meditation. 

Although I was soon drawn to Zen and an exploration of Buddhism that led to a daily sitting practice that continues to this day, my own musical sensibilities propelled me along the Bhakti Hindu path of kirtan as well.  Over the years, I've chanted, sung, (and danced) with the Hare Krishna's, with Neem Koroli Baba's folks and a number of kirtan walahs, including my local favorite Libby Volckening.  In special moments, a sense of the One Love  becomes an embodied experience.

 

Although various forms of fundamentalism in some religious traditions consign music to the realm of dark forces, sacred music is quite universal. Whether participating in Kirtan or singing with those inspired by their indigenous spirituality at outdoor gatherings, or participating in the American Sufi's Universal Dances of Peace, or supporting my own consciousness with a musical soundscape from the vast collection of traditional spiritual and new age music available on the internet and delivered to my earbuds, sacred music continues to be an important Presence in my life.

Message from the Great Mother

 

This week, the One Love brought forth an unexpected -- and deeply healing -- musical incantation.  As life would have it, this opportunity didn't emerge not from the Sacred Sounds of an eastern spiritual or indigenous American tradition.  It didn't flow forth from one of the many gifted "new age" artists.  

 

The healing artists were one of the first 1960's "girl groups" to top the Billboard Top 100.  Softly singing in my "mind's ear" this heavenly chorus of young women from New Jersey immediately transformed my state of mind.  I had been pretty funked out at that moment.   Then, instantaneously, a grin emerged on my mug, the quality of my consciousness became brighter and lighter.  All it took was the Shirelle's simple refrain:

"Mama said there'll be days like this

There'll be days like this mama said."

Duh,  Of course.  Lighten up! It's just Life as it is.  The stormclouds dissipated, and sunshine and silver linings danced with the rainbows in my tears.
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