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Branching ~ Oneness ~ Wow!

9/25/2015

A monk asked Zhaozhou, "What is the living meaning of Zen?."
Zhaozhou said, "The oak tree in the courtyard."
~ The Mumonkan Collection of Zen Koans

During this summer, I led a retreat at Willow River State Park near our home in Wisconsin. The theme of the retreat was Into the Woods. The activities were based on the Japanese practice of shinrin yoku (forest bathing) and on the advice of Celtic Saint Columbanus, “If you want to know God, first get to know God’s creation.”

We spent the day immersing ourselves in a small section of the forest and the river, through each of our senses, and through Taoist gigong practices.

During one of the exercises, I had a moment of awakening or understanding that I will try to describe, although words and intellect cannot really do it justice.

As I was looking around, I noticed an oak leaf hanging from a branch just at my eye level. The late morning sun shown through it from behind, causing it to be translucent and illuminating it as if it was shining from within. As I looked at it in detail I noticed that the veins of the leaf shared a similar design with the tree to which it was attached. It had a large vein, or trunk, branching off into smaller veins at angles, and yet smaller veins branching from each of them. I examined this pattern on the leaf for awhile, and then I looked over at the river. It struck me that the river had basically the same design as the leaf and the tree. Beginning at its source, the river has a main branch and divides into smaller streams and creeks. I noticed that my own body has a trunk which also branches off into arms and legs and a head which branch off further into fingers, toes, and hair. In Chinese Medicine, the energy channels have the same basic design: larger meridians branching off into smaller ones. I remembered that Jesus said, "I am the vine; you are the branches.”(John 15:5). I saw the heavenly realm or spiritual world as sharing this same pattern of branching. I began to feel a deep tingling sensation and joy welling up inside as these realizations of connection continued to develop.

I recalled reading that the the molecular structure of hemoglobin in our blood and of chlorophyl in plants are nearly identical. The main difference is that hemoglobin (on the left) is red because of one iron atom at its core and chlorophyl is green because of one magnesium atom at its core. They both flow through the branches and veins of animals or plants to nourish them. Again an amazing similarity and oneness. It struck me that if Jesus is the vine and we are the branches, then the Divine Energy that flowed through Jesus also flows through and nourishes us.

Everything is so similar, so connected, so holy. It was a numinous experience.

We ended the retreat with a Celtic Communion service at a natural stone “altar” surrounded by White Pines. As we consumed the consecrated bread and wine, I knew that it was being converted into nutrients and carried by our blood throughout our bodies and becoming the energy that gives us life and reminding us we are filled with Divine Energy. We were one with the bread and wine, with the trees with the stone, with each other, with Jesus, with the Divine Mystery.

At the beginning of our day of retreat, we opened our morning prayers with a song by local singer/songwriter Peter Mayer. The song is Holy Now. The lyrics remind me of what I experienced that day:

When I was a boy, each week
On Sunday, we would go to church
Pay attention to the priest
He would read the holy word
And consecrate the holy bread
And everyone would kneel and bow
Today the only difference is
Everything is holy now
Everything, everything
Everything is holy now

You can hear Peter Mayer singing Holy Now on You Tube at

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ua0PE1zulD4

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Peregrini Hospites Mundi

7/2/2015

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On the first Sunday in June, Wendy and I went for a morning walk at Willow River State Park near our home in Wisconsin. We decided to walk the path along the river just downstream from Little Falls Dam. As we made our way down the path, we soon heard rhythmic music and assumed people were enjoying their Sunday at the park down by the river bank. As we continued walking, the music got louder and we could see a group of young Latino adults standing near and in the water. As we drew closer we could see that they had turned a large section of the rocky embankment into an breathtaking natural altar. It was covered with a variety of fruits, vegetables, wrapped candy, tobacco, and small melons and mangos cut in half and hollowed out holding small burning votive candles . A couple of pieces of charcoal were burning on one rock and the smell of copal incense was in the air. There was a small statue of the Blessed Virgin Mary with two black skinned dolls in fancy dresses on either side of it in a prominent place. A few men were in the river washing themselves off and pouring buckets of water over each other’s backs and heads. Sitting on a large flat rock protruding from the flowing water near the shore, sat an older woman wearing a bright yellow blouse and yellow hair wrap. She was scrubbing the body of a younger woman with what appeared to be a mixture of corn and cut up fruits and vegetables. Another young woman would occasionally dump a bucket of water over her to wash the mixture off. Wendy asked a women standing on the trail next to us if it was okay to stay and watch. She said, “Of course.” We commented on the beauty of the river bank altar and the woman smiled and seemed pleased. Wendy asked if the older woman in the river was a healer. She answered, “Yes, Angela is a healer and more than that.” She told us that all of the other people there were Angela’s students. We both expressed what an honor it was for us to be there.

The woman standing next to her then asked Wendy if she would like to go into the river and participate. Wendy, who is much more spontaneous and extroverted than I am, excitedly agreed and asked me to hold her cell phone. She went down the embankment, took off her shoes and walked into the river. She was greeted by a couple of young women and was guided to a rock just in front of Angela and helped to sit down on it with her back leaning against the older woman like a child leaning against her mother’s chest and enfolded in her arms. Angela rubbed the mixture all over Wendy’s arms, legs, neck, face, hair and under her blouse back and front. The women helpers would rinse her off occasionally with buckets of river water. Angela then gave Wendy something to eat out of her hand.

I asked the woman who was speaking with Wendy earlier if this was a limpia (purification ritual). She said, “Yes, like a limpia.” I saw one of the men in the river point towards me and then make a beckoning hand gesture to join them in the river. I assumed this was intended for the woman next to me, so I pointed to her. The man shook his head indicating no and pointed at me again, gesturing for me to come and join them. Now that Wendy had participated, I knew I would have to overcome my introverted nature and experience this also. I gingerly went down the embankment, took off my hat and emptied the contents of my pockets into it. As I was taking off my shirt, a drenched Wendy, came out of the water, touched my back, and said blithely, “Oh good! You’re going in too.” I stepped into the cool swift river water and was escorted by two young men to the rock in front of Angela. She made the sign of the cross on herself as I approached and I did also following her lead. As soon as I sat down I felt her strong yet gentle hands rubbing her special mixture on my back and then, as with Wendy, on my arms chest, neck, legs, head and face. One young man would occasionally dump a bucket of water over me with the warning, “Más agua en la cabeza,” (more water on your head) before dumping it. He asked me to cup my hands and put a piece of mango in them telling me to eat it, which I did. Angela spoke only Spanish, but her student translated her words to me as she gave me guidance for my spiritual journey. When she was finished, I was escorted to the river bank again, where another man told me to cup my hands. He poured oil into them and told me to rub it all over my body including in my hair and on my face as he was doing. It had a pleasant scent of cinnamon and other spices and it tingled as I rubbed it on. When Angela got out of the water, she took a sip of beer from a bottle, then shook the bottle and sprayed it on everyone making the sign of the cross. We then all took a sip from a bottle of beer that was passed around. As we were gathering our belongings, Wendy asked if we should do anything or leave some money for Angela. The young man we asked, said, “No. just come back and toss two pennies into the river in thanksgiving.”

This experience is one we will always remember and is hopefully a story you find intriguing. But why am I writing about it? We are all on a journey ~ a pilgrimage. For me it is on the Way of Jesus and of the Tao. Wendy and I express this in song on the second Sunday of the month when we attend an evening Contemplative Celtic Communion and sing, “Peregrinatio pro amore Christi, peregrini hospites mundi, proclaiming that we are pilgrims for the love of Christ, pilgrims, guests of the world.

We usually think that the goal of a journey or pilgrimage is to reach some destination. Wendy and I have traveled on vacation/pilgrimages with the goal of experiencing certain places: Chartes Cathedral, the island of Iona, the Chalice Well in Glastonbury and other sacred sites. For some the pilgrimage may be an internal one to what the Eastern Christians call theosis or John Wesley called sanctification. But maybe, the point is not to get somewhere ~ perhaps the journey itself is the point. As peregrini, we travel to new places and experience new people who are different than us, just as we did on the Willow River that day. And hopefully, by experiencing the other, we come to know ourselves, and the Holy One, at a deeper level.

On that first Sunday of June, we were planning to head home after our walk and celebrate our Sunday communion service ~ but we realized that we already had: purification, prayer, mango and beer communion, and anointing with oil.

If we are open - if we are not afraid - the Spirit may appear in many guises, many faces, through many cultures. What a blessing it is to be in the right place at the right time and open to the Spirit who Jesus tells us “blows wherever it pleases. You hear its sound, but you cannot tell where it comes from or where it is going. So it is with everyone born of the Spirit.”

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Strength, Weakness, and Magic

5/6/2015

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When I was a boy, growing up in the rural part of Florida just on the outskirts of Pinellas Park, it was always exciting to go with the family into the city, St. Petersburg, on a Saturday. This might mean spending some time shopping at Webb’s City: The World’s Most Unusual Drug Store, and maybe getting a haircut there. We might have a great sandwich or fountain drink at Wolfie’s Deli and Restaurant, which my dad loved. I would certainly hope mom and dad would stop at Haslam’s Book Store so I could browse through the many aisles and maybe buy a used book or a new Classics Illustrated Comic Book. But my favorite place to stop was Sone’s Asian gift and magic shop. This small store always smelled delightful with the fragrance of Japanese incense filling the air. I would slowly walk around and look at all of the beautiful and delicate tea pots, vases, fans and statues. My slow exploration would always end at the center of the store where a long glass case was filled with magic tricks and jokes. Behind the counter stood Mr. Sone, a slender, short Japanese man in his sixties who always had a ready smile and was eager to show me some new magic trick or joke gift. He would offer me a piece of candy, which when I opened the box, a rubber spider would leap out and “bite”my hand, or offer some peanut brittle from a can, that when I opened it, a spring “snake” would fly out. Even though I knew this would happen, I was always startled and would jump, and Mr. Sone would laugh and laugh. He would then show me a couple of magic tricks and if I had saved enough of my allowance, I would buy one. Mr. Sone would then graciously and unhurriedly teach me how it worked.

When I was in seventh grade, while waiting for the city bus that I rode home after school, my friend Mike and I were confronted by the local bullies. I remember being trounced pretty badly, but could see that Mike was throwing his would-be assailants around. Then, when Mike came to my rescue, the boys ran away. I was amazed. He told me he had been taking judo at the YMCA. When I got home, I was asked the inevitable questions regarding how my school uniform got dirty and how I got the bruises on my face. I embarrassingly confessed my pugilistic failure to my mom and dad and then begged them to let me take judo so I could learn to defend myself. After some amount of time begging and cajoling they relented and signed me up for judo class at the YMCA in downtown St. Petersburg. I was so excited on that evening of my first class. I lined-up wearing my borrowed judo gi to bow to the teachers and to my great surprise, I saw that the sensei was Mr. Sone from the gift and novelty shop. Once the class began I quickly saw how through his judo mastery, he played tricks on his much larger assistants, effortlessly throwing them to the floor time after time. His judo reminded me of the magic tricks he demonstrated in his store. He was always kind when correcting my mistakes and I took comfort in the familiarity of his beginning and ending class with a prayer for our safety. Sensei Sone emphasized that outside of class, we must always use judo only for self-defense. I only studied judo with Mr. Sone for about a year, but I will always remember this gentle yet powerful man who so profoundly influenced the rest of my life. He opened the door to what would be a life-long pursuit of the soft or internal Asian martial arts and of the Taoist philosophy upon which they were built.

In the early 1970s, I found myself drawn to the television show, Kung Fu, with David Carradine. While the martial arts scenes were fun to watch, I mostly enjoyed the Taoist philosophy taught to the young Kwai Chang Cane by Master Kan and the blind Master Po. In one episode Master Kan tells the young Kwai Chang, “Seek not to contend. The supple willow does not contend against the storm, yet it survives.”

This philosophy mirrored the lessons learned on the mat with Mr. Sone and of the Tao Te Ching which I first read during that same time. The Tao Te Ching says:

"remember
to be at your best
pattern yourself after water
nothing in all the world is softer or more powerful
nothing in all the world can substitute for it
nothing in all the world can stop it

in their hearts
everyone easily knows that
the soft and the weak
will always overcome the hard and strong
but they find it difficult to live this way

the secret is to
move the bodymind like water."
~ John Bright-Fey translation, 2006, Chapter 78

And again:

"The Tao never acts with force,
yet there is nothing that it can not do.” ~ Chapter 37

Over the years, I have learned that not only in self-defense, but in my healing work with qigong or psychotherapy, or along the path of theosis or individuation, things cannot be forced. It is usually best to get out of the way so the qi or the Holy Spirit can accomplish through us what needs to be done. Master Jesus taught this when he said, “Blessed are the meek, for they will inherit the earth.” St. Paul understood this when he wrote to the followers of Jesus in Corinth that God told him, “My grace is sufficient for you, for power is made perfect in weakness.” .... Therefore I am content with weaknesses for whenever I am weak, then I am strong. ~ 2 Corinthians 12:9-10 NRSV

Fifty years have passed since those first classes with Mr. Sone and over that time I studied Hakkoryu jujutsu, aikido and ten years of kung fu with Master Gin Foon Mark. For the past fourteen years, I have studied tai chi with Dr. Paul Lam.

I am pensive as I reminisce on this part of my life and how, as a child, a magical encounter with a elderly Japanese man led to a lifelong interest and exploration of a philosophy and practice that has so pervasively influenced my life. I am grateful that I can now join St. Paul in saying: “That is why, for Christ’s sake, I delight in weakness.....For when I am weak, then I am strong.” And you may even see a magic trick at one of my retreats or workshops.

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What did you really give up for Lent?

3/21/2015

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Growing up in a Catholic family in the 1950-60s meant abstaining from meat every Friday. I still remember those suppers of fish sticks or tomato soup with grilled cheese sandwiches. But during Lent, our whole family abstained from sweets. This meant six weeks with no candy, soda pop, cake, pie, or anything that was dessert-like besides fresh fruit. Even though sugary treats were not as available to us as they are for kids today, it seemed to me to be a huge sacrifice. If I complained or grumbled, I was told to offer up my suffering for the poor souls in Purgatory.

There are of course, potentially good reasons for giving something up for Lent, whether sweets or meat or adult beverages. This practice could be beneficial for your health or, as Sr. Joan Chittister has written, a show of solidarity with those who are hungry in the world. When I began to study qigong with Master Hong Liu, I was asked to become a vegetarian for about a year to improve my health but also to become more sensitive to the qi within and around me.

I do think, however, that there is a potential danger in the underlying unconscious message around the practice of abstinence and fasting. This hidden message is that our sensual human nature, our bodies, and the good things of mother earth are bad and somehow in opposition to our soul and to God. This notion appears to be based upon a history of Christianity that in some ways was formed more by Plato and St. Paul than by Jesus. Plato and Paul argued that the body and spirit are absolutely separate and even in opposition. This division is currently expressed when someone says, “We are not physical beings having a spiritual experience, we are spiritual beings having a physical experience. I just came across this statement again, attributed to Pierre Teilhard de Chardin, in a new book on meditation. The author spends many pages explaining the importance of fasting and controlling our sexuality in order to develop our true spiritual self.

According to Rabbi Rami Shapiro, the danger in thinking we are either spiritual beings having a physical experience or physical beings having a spiritual experience reinforces and continues the illusion of dualism. Rabbi Shapiro wrote in the current (spring 2015) issue of Spirituality and Health magazine, “physical goes with spiritual the way front goes with back and up goes with down.”

Celtic Christianity is an embodied spirituality. That is not to say that the early Celtic Christians didn’t fast or employ practices of self-discipline as a means of focusing on the Divine, but Celtic spirituality trusts the senses and the promptings and stirrings from the body. Ninth century Celtic teacher, John Scotus Eriugena taught that being human consists of both a body and soul bound together into a single harmony. Like the Eastern Church, Celtic Christians saw the human body, sanctified by the Incarnation, as an integral part of the human person and a unity of spirit, soul, and body.

Our bodies are holy. Instead of trying to separate our spirit from our body, we should follow the insight of twelfth century teacher and mystic, Hildegard von Bingen, who said, “Holy persons draw to themselves all that is earthy.” Instead of denying our body during Lent through abstaining or fasting, perhaps we should learn to appreciate and honor our bodies through practices like qigong or yoga, eating more organic foods or getting a massage. And we should join our Jewish sisters and brother in praying this adapted version of the Asher Yatzar :

Blessed are You, Source and Substance of all reality,
Who fashions me with wisdom,
And blesses me with a body of wondrous balance.
I honor Your gift by honoring my body and cultivating its promise.
Blessed are You, Healer of all flesh,
Who blesses me with form and function.
Amen.

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Into the Woods

2/9/2015

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A couple of weeks ago Wendy and I went to the movie Into theWoods. It was a wonderful film, filled with fairytale images, catchy songs and fine acting. Most of all it was a visual and auditory feast for our Jungian archetypal taste. As those of you who have attended one my retreats know, I often use a fairytale or story as the foundation.

All of us must go into the mythic woods during our lifetime, usually more than once. In the opening song of the movie we hear, “Into the woods- It's time, and so I must begin my journey..... Into the woods, and who can tell what's waiting on the journey.” Dante Alighieri understood this when he began his Divine Comedy with the words: “Midway upon the journey of life I found myself within a forest dark, for the straightforward pathway had been lost.” These are not the woods we walk through on a sunny weekend day at local park for a bit of exercise and to enjoy the beauty of the natural world. These are the dark woods of our fears - the haunted woods, where scary and wild things live. these are the woods where we may encounter “Lions and tigers and bears, Oh my!” These are the woods in which we become a wanderer on a quest.

One of my favorite children’s picture books is The Enchanted Wood by Ruth Sanderson. This new fairytale follows the typical format and has some of the most beautiful artwork I have seen in a children’s book. The queen has died, the king is in grief and the kingdom has become a wasteland. The king’s three sons go on a quest to find the tree at the Heart of the World that can renew the kingdom. The Heart of the World is deep in an Enchanted Wood.

The first son goes on the quest and when he fails to return the second goes. Each prince is greeted by an elderly woman who gives him a warning: “Be true to the quest, at any cost. Stray from the path, and you will be lost.” Each son, in turn, treats the woman rudely and ignores her. The eldest son is enchanted by a magnificent White Stag moving through the forest and follows it becoming lost. The second son sees a knight in all black armor riding slowly through the wood. He follows the Black Knight to challenge him also becoming lost in the Enchanted Wood.

When the first two sons fail to return, the youngest son, begins the quest. When he is greeted by the elderly woman with the same warning: “Be true to the quest, at any cost. Stray from the path, and you will be lost.” he listens politely. The young prince is invited to join the woman and her daughter, Rose, for supper and to rest. The next morning, Rose joins the young prince saying, “I may be able to help you on your quest.”

During the journey, the young prince sees each of his brothers and his first instinct is to go to their rescue. But Rose reminds him, ““Be true to the quest, at any cost. Stray from the path, and you will be lost.” After some time, they come to a clearing and find “a wonderful tree, the like of which they had never seen. They understood that here was the Heart of the World, as old as the earth itself.” Their quest successful, the kingdom is restored to its natural lushness, and of course, the young prince becomes the new king with Rose at his side as queen.

There is great wisdom in this simple fairytale that can help us through our own journey into the woods. The warning of the wise woman is the place to start: ““Be true to the quest, at any cost. Stray from the path, and you will be lost.” The quest is always the same, whether it is symbolized by search for the Heart of the World, the Holy Grail, or the Pearl of Great Price. It is the journey of theosis or individuation. It is the search for the Self, for the Divine within.

In The Enchanted Wood, the four things that take the seekers off of their true path, are things we all deal with on our own quest in the dark wood. The first is pride, manifested in the story by rudeness toward the elderly wisdom figure and arrogance in not feeling any need to heed her warning. For us this appears when we think our religion, or political party, or knowledge, is superior to those who are “other,” and certainly not as good as us.

The second, is chasing the White Stag. The White Stag, according to Emma Jung in The Grail Legend, can be seen as patriarchal spirituality or religion (big horns). It may even be interpreted as the Shadow Christ, in whose name wars, the inquisition, and in the current times, when homophobic laws and laws suppressing women’s rights are passed.

The third thing is the meeting with the Black Knight. The Black Knight represents our shadow, that unconscious ‘‘dark side’’ of our personality. Whatever we deem evil, inferior or unacceptable in ourselves becomes part of this shadow.

The fourth lure away from staying true to the quest was the impulse for the young prince to save his brothers at the expense of the quest. This certainly seems good, but is paradoxical. In the movie, Into the Woods, we hear in song, “Morality is complicated: "Wrong things, right things ... Who can say what's true? ... Do things, fight things ... You decide, but ... You are not alone ... You decide what's right. You decide what's good."

Indeed we are not alone. The young prince in The Enchanted Wood is accompanied by Rose. A highly complex symbol, the rose represents both heavenly perfection and earthly passion. In Alchemy, it is wisdom. In the Hebrew Kabbalah, it emerges from the Tree of Life. The rose has always been associated with the goddess, including Isis, Aphrodite, and the Virgin Mary, who is sometimes referred to as the "rosa mystica." For us modern day wanderers on the quest, Rose can be thought of as the anima, the feminine wisdom energy of the psyche or soul.

By deepening our connection to the unconscious anima we will find that we have a great inner friend within us who will guide us through every step in the dark woods and on our path of individuation, theosis, wholeness.
"So into the woods you go again. You have to every now and then. Into the woods, no telling when, be ready for the journey." ~ From Into the Woods

Ruth Sanderson, The Enchanted Wood, Little Brown and Company,1991.

Emma Jung & Marie-Louise von Franz, The Grail Legend, Sigo Press 1986.

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Incarnation "R" Us

12/18/2014

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Sunday is the winter solstice here in the Northern Hemisphere. To add to its darkness this year, only a sliver of the new moon will pass through the sky on this longest night. Even though winter doesn’t officially arrive until then, it feels as though it has fully arrived with early sunsets, late sunrises and snow covered ground. I sit in my comfortable office chair, in our warm house while outside the temperature outside is 14° F, pondering on what wisdom the cold and darkness of winter might share with me as I travel along the Way. I pray that the words of Minnesota singer/songwriter Peter Mayer are trustworthy, as they play in my head, “Maybe peace hides in a storm. Maybe winter’s heart is warm. And maybe light itself is born, in the longest night of the year.”

For me and my fellow Christians, Christmas is the celebration of the Light of Christ being incarnate on Earth in the person of Jesus, a long time ago in a place far, far away.

During late September and early October, Wendy completed a series of oil paintings of pre-dawn and sunrise at Willow River State Park, near our home in Wisconsin, and on the North Shore of Lake Superior in Minnesota. Each morning we would begin in the extreme dark without the light infiltrating from city or town; I made coffee to bring along. While Wendy painted, I engaged in my qigong and tai chi practice, became more intimate with the changing flora around us, and read or wrote in my journal. Gradually, light illuminated the Eastern sky and the sun’s unhurried appearance on the horizon was a daily encounter with the numinous. On some days I felt palpably drawn into the sunrise.

It was a feeling perhaps expressed in a Christmas Eve Sermon by Fra Giovanni Giocondo in 1513, when he preached, “There is radiance and glory in darkness. And to see, we have only to look. I beseech you to look! The gloom of the world is but a shadow. Behind it, yet within our reach, is joy.”

In the Christmas gospel reading from John, one line usually gets passed over, without much thought, or emphasis in sermons. That line is: “In the Word was life, and that life was the light of people. The light shines in the darkness.” John tells us it is the light of people. Not just of Jesus, but of all people.

Nicholas Motovilov, a 19th century businessman who was imprisoned after the Russian revolution, wrote the following account of his encounter with Russian Orthodox Saint, Father Seraphim of Sarov.

‘Father, I want to understand how we can we can come to be in the Spirit of God and how we can recognize God’s presence in us," I said. Then Father Seraphim took me very firmly by the shoulders and said: "We are both in the Spirit of God now, my son. Why don't you look at me?" I replied: "I cannot look, Father, because your eyes are flashing like lightning. Your face has become brighter than the sun, and my eyes ache with pain." Father Seraphim said: "Don't be alarmed, your Godliness! Now you yourself have become as bright as I am. You are now in the fullness of the Spirit of God yourself; otherwise you would not be able to see me as I am.”

The light is the light of people ~ of you and me.

Thomas Merton wrote of this revelation in his life: "I have the immense joy of being human, a member of a race in which God became incarnate. As if the sorrows and stupidities of the human condition could overwhelm me, now that I realize what we all are. And if only everybody could realize this! But it cannot be explained. There is no way of telling people that they are all walking around shining like the sun."

I do not wish to detract from the uniqueness of Jesus, but we are all born in the Divine image, and at the very heart of every human being and every creature is the Light that was in the beginning. What the incarnation means is that there is no winter so dark that it can extinguish the Divine Light within and all around us.

Dark blue is increasingly being used in churches as the liturgical color of Advent. It is the color of the earth and sky just before the sun rises. The deep blue of Advent triggers some primordial image as we wait for the promised light of Christ to awaken within, changing night into day, darkness into light, filling our lives and our world. It is an interesting synchronicity that in the wu xing, the Taoist Five Phases Theory, dark blue is also the color associated with winter.

So what do we do? Lao Tzu said, “The sage goes about doing nothing.” C. G. Jung understood this when he wrote, “When one stays in darkness long enough, one begins to see.” - Alchemical Studies.

Meditation is an important winter practice of sitting and doing nothing. Meditation can help us tune into the light glowing even in the midst of the dark winter. Imagining being bathed in dark blue light as we meditate can be powerful during winter.

Most of you probably have a Christmas tree, decorated with lights. Take some time this Christmas season, at night, when all is dark and quiet, to sit in front of your Christmas tree with only the tree lights on. Sip a cup of hot mulled wine or hot tea and meditate on the tree. Maybe the Christmas tree will remind you that “In the Word was life, and the life was the light of people.” That the incarnation is not just about Jesus, but about you and me. Incarnation ‘R’ Us.

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Thanksgiving Pondering

11/25/2014

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Happy Thanksgiving! This is the greeting are giving to people for the couple of days. But I wonder how well these two words are really connected? Between grocery shopping at crowded stores, cooking, family getting together and cleaning up after dinner, we don’t really have much time to reflect on giving thanks or on being happy. Of course on Thursday, we will probably say grace before we eat and I’m sure we will feel some happiness as we eat the good food spread out before us and if our football team wins. But then on Friday, Thanksgiving will be mostly forgotten, except for the leftovers, and many people will be out fighting the crowds to take advantage of the Black Friday sales. Most of you probably will not even get around to reading this until sometime after Thanksgiving, when things have settled down. So, how well do Happy and Thanksgiving really go together?

Research in psychology reveals that our happiness level stays remarkably stable over the course of our lives. Of course, receiving a desired gift or going on a romantic date may temporarily raise our happiness level, and an illness or the break-up of a relationship will probably decrease our level of happiness. But after three to six months, according to this research, we will have returned to our usual level of happiness. Is there a way to make our lives more permanently happier?

One possible way comes from research in the psychology of gratitude. It turns out that actually being thankful might just be the key to raising our overall level of happiness. In his book, Thanks: How the New Science of Gratitude Can Make You Happier, Robert Emmons, professor of psychology at the University of California at Davis, outlines the research he carried out in this area. He asked a group of students to write down five things for which they were grateful each week for ten weeks. A second group was asked to write down five hassles from the week. At the end of the study period, people in the gratitude group felt happier. In addition, they were more optimistic about the future, they felt better about their lives in general and they even exercised more than those in the hassles group.

In a follow-up study, Dr. Emmons recruited adults who had neuromuscular disorders and therefore had good reason to be unhappy with their current lives. In this study a gratitude group was compared to a control group in which participants just wrote about their daily experiences. At the conclusion of the study, participants in the gratitude group were happier with their lives overall, more optimistic about the upcoming week and were even sleeping better.

The blessings of life are always present, but if we are not aware of and thankful for them, they don't do much for our happiness. Brother David Steindl Rast, a Benedictine monk who studied Zen, has an interactive website, gratefulness.org, that helps us to discover and cultivate gratefulness, and by doing so, hopefully to make the world a happier place. His website even includes a twenty-first century ritual of lighting a candle of gratitude in cyberspace. Simply click on the candlewick to light it and it will burn for twenty-four hours and get smaller as it burns. This provides a gratefulness ritual that can be performed sitting at the computer at any time.

Every ritual we participate in: birthday parties, weddings, kissing someone goodnight, and even funerals have something to do with gratefulness. The great ritual of the Christian Church, the Holy Eucharist, literally means gratitude in Greek. Our job is to be aware of our blessings and give thanks. Medieval theologian and mystic, Meister Eckhart said, "If the only prayer you said in your whole life was, "thank you," that would suffice."

Writer G. K. Chesterton understood this when he wrote, “You say grace before meals. All right. But I say grace before the concert and the opera, and grace before the play and pantomime, and grace before I open a book, and grace before sketching, painting, and swimming, fencing, walking, playing, dancing, and grace before I dip the pen in ink.”

Between now and Christmas, Wendy and I will watch, as we do every year, the 1954 movie “White Christmas” in which Bing Crosby and Rosemary Clooney sing the advice to count your blessings. We can count our blessings, as Dr. Emmons suggests, by writing down what we are grateful for each week, or each day, in a journal. Or, why not start a Thanksgiving Jar? Get an empty jar, and during the year, fill it with little notes about the good things that happened. Then, on next Thanksgiving, empty the jar and read all the good things, the blessings, that transpired during the year.

If you start one of these practices, I guarantee that on next Thanksgiving, you will be a generally happier person. And don’t forget, If you're worried and you can't sleep, just count your blessings instead of sheep. And you'll fall asleep, counting your blessings.

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Pondering On the Way

10/25/2014

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I have always enjoyed wandering. As a child I loved to explore and play in the three acres of palmetto and pine trees on which we lived in Pinellas County Florida. In my early teen years, my wanderings became broader as I stretched out to discover new creeks and ponds and “secret places” near our home. Today, some fifty years later, I still love to wander and explore. Now it is the trails of the Wisconsin and Minnesota Parks and North Shore of Lake Superior. One of my favorite memories of last year’s trip to Germany is hiking from the town of Moselkern on the Mosel River, up through an ancient forest along a small river to Burg Eltz (Eltz Castle), a beautiful memory I will never forget.

In my wandering I have always enjoyed pausing to rest. As a child, I loved to sit in the hollow of the base of an old fallen tree, pondering on the animals and vegetation around me and letting my imagination soar. On our hikes, while Wendy is taking photos, I just pause and look at the beauty around us: a vista view, a moss covered rock, or a single flower. I ponder the beauty of this bit of nature or simply observe in silent enjoyment, as Jesus recommended when he said, “Consider the wild flowers...” and “Consider the birds of the air...”

On my wandering through life, I have tried to follow the Christian Way. I was brought up in the Catholic tradition and attended Catholic schools. I am constantly reading books on spirituality and am now a professed and ordained member of The Lindisfarne Community. I have also spent many years following the Way of the Tao, reading and through a daily qigong and tai chi practice. Tao, in Chinese, means "the way," "the path," or "the method." It refers especially to "the path of life" or "the way of nature.” The Tao is described as an experience rather than a thing.

In my younger years, I interpreted Christianity as a thing, a doctrine. The Jesus story was a theological truth to be understood and set of rules to be obeyed. But now it seems that since the earliest followers of Jesus were called Followers of the Way, the Way of Jesus is also meant to be a journey, an experience, and not a thing.

Author and minister, Brian McLaren agrees. In his newly released book, “We Make The Road By Walking”, he writes, “Faith was never intended to be a destination..... it was to be a road or way, it is always being extended into the future.... To be a living tradition, a way of living, it must forever open itself forward and forever remain unfinished - even as it forever cherishes and learns from the growing treasury of its past.”

Nineteenth century Celtic teacher, Alexander John Scott, taught that there are two avenues for walking the Way of Jesus as a living tradition. He wrote “The Spirit of God is impregnated throughout the whole of creation. Hold the Bible in one hand but also study God in that other volume, the great and holy book of creation.” Just as in the Bible, we hear words of human goodness and evil, so in nature we see suffering and cruelty at one level, but also the ongoing creativity, beauty and joy of God.

On one of our anniversaries, Wendy and I decided to drive to the North Shore of Lake Superior and hike the Superior Hiking Trail from the top of Moose Mountain down to its bottom and across the Poplar River to Lutsen Mountain Resort. Somehow, not long after beginning, we lost the marked trail and eventually found ourselves precariously clinging to a rock wall edge. Below us was a steep and frightening drop through the woods. After some time feeling my heart pump wildly with fear and anxiety, we made it to a clearing that we later discovered was a black diamond ski hill during winter. We were relieved and took some time to sit and regain our composure. Looking around we were awed by the beauty of the spectacular view from this spot. It was a spiritual moment for us. We slowly made a sliding descent on our bottoms, using our feet as brakes and steering rudders until we again found the actual trail far below.

Reflecting on this unplanned adventure somehow brings to mind Jesus’ saying, “The wind blows wherever it pleases. You hear its sound, but you cannot tell where it comes from or where it is going. So it is with everyone born of the Spirit.” (John 3:8). I have come to see the Way of Jesus as a way of adventure, like our hike on Moose Mountain. It is not always one of safety and comfort, but one that filled of challenges. It is also one of beauty, joy and awe. On that hike, we had seen, and engaged with, the “great and holy book of creation.”

In the movie, The Best Exotic Marigold Hotel, the young hero, Sonny explains, “There is a saying in India: Everything will be alright in the end. If it is not alright, then it is not yet the end.” I, God willing, still have many years to walk the Way, and while everything is not alright with my aging body, the Earth, or her people and creatures, I have faith that everything will be alright in the end, or it is not yet the end. The Medieval English mystic, Julian of Norwich, shared Sonny’s view as she assured us, “All shall be well, and all shall be well, and all manner of things shall be well.” Meanwhile, I’ ll just keep walking and pondering on the Way and I hope that this blog will somehow help you in your wandering.

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