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​WHAT I DIDN’T KNOW BEFORE

7/27/2022

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What I Didn’t Know Before    by Ada Limón
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was how horses simply give birth to other
horses. Not a baby by any means, not
a creature of liminal spaces, but a four-legged
beast hellbent on walking, scrambling after
the mother. A horse gives way to another
horse and then suddenly there are two horses,
just like that. That’s how I loved you. You,
off the long train from Red Bank carrying
a coffee as big as your arm, a bag with two
computers swinging in it unwieldily at your
side. I remember we broke into laughter
when we saw each other. What was between
us wasn’t a fragile thing to be coddled, cooed
over. It came out fully formed, ready to run. –The Carrying

 
(Thank you friend and fellow traveler Rick for sharing this poem and poet with me).

What line stands out to you from this poem?  Write about that.


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“Good friends, companions, and associates are the whole of the spiritual life.”  –The Buddha

My present spiritual contemplations are about friendship. How to be a good friend to myself and others. Discovering what friendship looks and feels like. What does it mean to be in an authentic friendship? I didn’t learn from my upbringing what actually goes into a healthy friendship.

What did you learn about friendship from your parents and childhood? Write about that. 

There is a passage from the Upaddasutta where the Buddha’s attendant, Ānanda excitingly expresses to him the value of friendship: “Vernable, sir, this is half of the holy life, this is, good friendship, good companionship, good comradeship.”

The Buddha surprised Ānanda with this reply: “Not so, Ānanda! This is the entire holy life, Ānanda, that is, good friendship, good companionship, good comradeship. When a bhikkhu [monk, bhikkhunī, nun] has a good friend, a good companion, a good comrade, it is to be expected that she will develop and cultivate the Noble Eightfold Path.”

 What makes a good friendship, good companionship? Contemplate that; Write about that.
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Without the support of others we are not likely to make much spiritual progress. The Buddha actually goes on to say that such support is essential.
 
None of us gets enlightened all by ourselves. My first spiritual friend/teacher Colleen Brenzy said, “You can’t heal in isolation.”  The Buddha had teachers (spiritual friends) as well as companions with whom he practiced. And, as I have found true in my life, he may have gained insight and clarified practices through his teaching of others.  Every time I mentor or hold a circle, I learn from the lessons I share. I also learn from what others offer. When I take a circle of people through a transformational journey, I go through the same journey. I learn and evolve too.  (This is one reason all my online classes and live circles are offered with an open hand. I encourage you to use this material in whatever way you want, to hold your own circles, teach your own courses based on this material).
 
Being a mentor or facilitator of circles can help us to be clearer about what we do know.
 
Go HERE to let me read you this lovely story about The Mountain that Loved a Bird.  (by Alice McLerran and Eric Carle)   (only 12 minutes long)     

This story for me is about how a mountain and a bird’s friendship healed the mountain and gave home for Joy. We can be this mountain that yearns for company. We may be the bird that brings the song and seed to others. We may be the seed. We may be the creek running down the mountain making everything green. When we let ourselves feel our emotions, our aloneness, along with our yearnings to be connected with each other, everything can become green. And we become that true friend to ourselves and others.


The Buddha sums up a teaching in a verse that includes “A friend gives what is hard to give, and does what’s hard to do. They put up with your harsh words, and with things hard to endure. Some are just drinking buddies, some call you their dear, dear friend, but a true friend is one who stands by you in need.”  ­– The Buddha, from the Sigālovādasutta
 
 Want to explore what is possible for you with a circle of friends? Click HERE. ​
1 Comment
Jackie Redmer
8/1/2022 04:03:00 am

The reckoning of seeing ourselves As/In a part of nature...

Calling Things What They Are
I pass the feeder and yell, Grackle party! And then an hour later I yell, Mourning dove afterparty! (I call the feeder the party and the seed on the ground the afterparty.) I am getting so good at watching that I’ve even dug out the binoculars an old poet gave me back when I was young and heading to the Cape with so much future ahead of me it was like my own ocean. I yell, Tufted titmouse! and Lucas laughs and says, Thought so. But he is humoring me, he didn’t think so at all. My father does this same thing. Shouts out at the feeder announcing the party attendees. He throws out a whole peanut or two to the Steller’s jay who visits on a low oak branch in the morning. To think there was a time I thought birds were kind of boring. Brown bird. Gray bird. Black bird. Blah blah blah bird. Then, I started to learn their names by the ocean and the person I was dating said, That’s the problem with you, Limón, you’re all fauna and no flora. And I began to learn the names of trees. I like to call things as they are. Before, the only thing I was interested in was love, how it grips you, how it terrifies you, how it annihilates you, and resuscitates you. I didn’t know then that it wasn’t even love that I was interested in, but my own suffering. I thought suffering kept things interesting. How funny that I called it love and the whole time it was pain.
- from "The Hurting Kind" by Ada Limon

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    I live in Mount Horeb WI where I walk (snow shoe in the winter) my dogs through Stewart Park or Military Trail, garden my corner lot, wear a mask in public (and a cape at night). I love to write & connect to writers and spiritual seekers. My book The Clue of the Red Thread is my latest of eleven, written in collaboration with Parker J Palmer and poet Rebecca Cecchini  The Clue of the Red Thread: Discovering Fearlessness & Compassion in uncertain times  came out in January, 2021 through Shanti Arts, Nine Rivers Imprint. 

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