I don't know why I love sparrows so much but I do. I snapped these on a path railing in Crediton this morning. I was early for my appointment, watching them through the car window.
It's not just me - nearly everyone I talk to today is having a really rough time.
My lovely cranio-sacral therapist says I'm immersed in a huge transition. My world and everything in it including me as I knew myself, have been shattered. Before I can find a way to the other side I will need to re-construct myself, energetically, and a life I may not recognise, from the thousand pieces scattered around me. From the wreckage, across a bouncy castle bridge, towards an unknown, and at the moment, scary future.
Lost in transition then.
Luckily I have so much help and support to call on also all around me.
Today it was my cleaner who sparkled my house.
Today it was coffee and hugs and listening from a dear and wise friend.
Today it was the tender hands of my therapist soothing the deep core wounds in my sacrum, in my belly.
Today it was messages of love and kindness wrapped in emails and phone conversations.
Today it was in my kitchen when Robin visited me through the "channel" of a dear friend.
He said,
If only you could see yourselves from this side, where I am, you would see how wonderful you all are, how wonderful you have been and how everything is going to be alright. It is already alright. Because there is only love. And I will help you to share it. You just have to ask me.
And I could feel the warmth of it, of him..... surrounding me and my friend sitting at the kitchen table. The sparrows in the garden, just getting on with life in the rain.
From yesterday's blog you can read more from Benedictine Brother David at Nipun's Awakin Weekly - you'll have to Google Nipun Metha because I've forgotten how to make a link on the blog. Or this may work...
Letting Meaning Flow Into Purpose
by Brother David Steindl-Rast
by Brother David Steindl-Rast
The only point where one can start to talk about anything, including death, is where one finds oneself. And for me this is as a Benedictine monk. In the rule of St. Benedict, themomenta mori has always been important, because one of what St. Benedict calls “the tools of good works” meaning the basic approaches to the daily life of the monastery-is to have death at all times before one’s eyes. When I first came across the Benedictine Rule and tradition, that was one of the key sentences which impressed and attracted me very much. It challenged me to incorporate the awareness of death into my daily living, for that is what it really amounts to. It isn’t primarily a practice of thinking of one’s last hour, or of death as a physical phenomenon; it is a seeing of every moment of life against the horizon of death, and a challenge to incorporate that awareness of dying into every moment so as to become more fully alive.Death has to be one of the important elements of life, for it is an event that puts the whole meaning of life into question. We may be occupied with purposeful activities, with getting tasks accomplished, works completed, and then along comes the phenomenon of death-whether it is our final death or one of those many deaths through which we go day by day. And death confronts us with the fact that purpose is not enough. We live by meaning. When we come close to death and all-purpose slips out of our hands, when we can no longer manipulate and control things to achieve specific goals, can our life still be meaningful? We tend to equate purpose with meaning, and when purpose is taken away, we stand there without meaning. So there is the challenge: how, when all-purpose comes to an end, can there still be meaning?
This question suggests why in the monastery we are counseled (or challenged) to have death at all times before our eyes. For the monastic life is one way of radically confronting the question of life’s meaning. In it you cannot get stuck in purpose: there are many purposes connected with it, but they are all secondary. As a monk you are totally superfluous, and so you cannot evade the question of meaning.
This distinction that I am making between purpose and meaning isn’t always carefully maintained in our everyday language and thought. In fact, we could avoid a good deal of confusion in our lives if we did pay attention to the distinction. It takes only a minimum of awareness to realize that our inner attitude when striving to achieve a purpose, a concrete task, is clearly different from the attitude we assume when something strikes us as especially meaningful. With purposes, we must be active and in control. We must, as we say, “take the reins,” “take things in hand,” “keep matters under control,” and utilize circumstances like tools that serve our aims. The idiomatic expressions we use are symptomatic of goal-oriented, useful activity, and the whole of modern life tends to be thus purpose-oriented. But matters are different when we deal with meaning. Here it is not a matter of using, but of savoring the world around us. In the idioms we use that relate to meaning, we depict ourselves as more passive than active: “It did something to me”; “it touched me deeply”; “it moved me.” Of course, I do not want to play off purpose against meaning, or activity against passivity. It is merely a matter of trying to adjust the balance in our hyperactive, purpose-ridden society. We distinguish between purpose and meaning not in order to separate the two, but in order to unite them. Our goal is to let meaning flow into our purposeful activities by fusing activity and passivity into genuine responsiveness.
Death puts our responsiveness to the ultimate test.
About the Author: Brother David Steindl Rast is a Bendictine monk. You can learn more about his life in this profile, and ongratefulness.org The excerpt above is from an essay published in 1977 issue of Parabola.
Thank you. Bx
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