Tuesday, May 29, 2012

Monday's Heart 21, My Path

You have it in your Power

to make your

 Days on Earth

a Path of Flowers,

instead of thorns.

Sri Sathya Sai Baba

Monday, May 21, 2012

Monday's Heart 20, Purple Heart

Each day, and the living of it, has to be a conscious creation in which discipline and order are relieved with some play and pure foolishness.
{May Sarton}

Monday, May 14, 2012

Who We Really Are

My dear friend was telling me how she sees her life right now as a molten glass glob in its inception, on the end of the glass blower's blowpipe. She likes the molten shape just as it is and is paying special attention to make sure that the shape does not change into the glass blower's vision, but instead remains unrefined and true, even if it means it needs to stay shapeless at this time. She said to me, "You know how one twist or turn of the glob and it starts to get a handle or something? Well, I don't want the handle, or any given shape, just yet. I am content with remaining unformed at this time."

I knew exactly what she meant. It wasn't that her life wasn't taking a new form, she had been through some major changes, but she wasn't going to let it be hastily shaped this time without some strong input. We talked about how, sure, the shape could become just beautiful under the skill of the glass blower's hands, a pitcher with an elegant lip to pour from, a goblet with a sturdy stem to hold, but that would be created because it is what the glass blower wanted the glob to be.

We both agreed that we, as many do, have allowed this to happen too often in our lives. We have allowed ourselves to be molded into what pleased another, giving away our own creative power to another to form their vision of us, instead of being true to our own vision.

Sometimes staying true to ourselves might mean remaining  unformed for a while. It's not that we are actually any less than who we need to be in this state, it is just that we are taking the time to develop and emerge purposely as opposed to unconsciously conforming to a shape that might be of some convenient use to another.

 It's harder this way sometimes because it means slowing down in a really fast paced world. It means saying no which displeases people. It means discovering a whole bunch of things you don't like before you can even begin to embrace the things you do, which can feel discouraging at first. And then, if you are judging your life by someone else's timeline, you can feel as if you missed the boat completely, even though that boat was a potential sinking ship you probably successfully dodged.

This reminds me of a talk by John Daido Loori, Roshi, the late Zen Buddhist monk I often listen to entitled, "Who We Really Are and What We Appear To Be." He says, "If what our reality is, is not the same as what our appearance is, we are not yet practicing [our faith]. Who we really are and what we appear to be should be the same, if not, it's diluted, it's a mask, it's where we hide." He goes on to say that we do this because we are convinced we are inadequate so we buy into what others  think we should be. He says the enlightened life is, "really being yourself."

I admire my friend as she makes her way, willing to discover new things about herself, refusing to conform to please others, really being herself. I am also rediscovering my form and learning that the form I will take next needs to reflect my heart. That is my wish for her, for me, and for all those I love, that our lives will take the form of our own hearts.


Monday's Heart 19, Mother's Heart

Grown don't mean nothing to a mother. A child is a child. They get bigger, older, but grown? What's that suppose to mean? In my heart it don't mean a thing. ~Toni Morrison, Beloved 
This is an actual picture of my mother's heart. I received it from her doctor when she had a cardiac catheterization to look at the arteries in her heart in preparation for her aortic valve replacement sugery. We learned great news that day, that all her arteries were open! This meant she needed no additional heart procedures.

My sister was kind enough to ask for the print out, "for my sister's blog," she told them, and my mom noticed the "heart shape" of her heart and suggested I color it in and embellish it. That I did, including some rainbow color to her clear arteries and some tiny heart crystal hearts, and of course the key to her heart.

My mom received her surgery three days ago and is beginning to heal. Happy Mother's Day Mom!

My mother is a poem
I'll never be able to write,
though everything I write
is a poem to my mother.
~Sharon Doubiago

Monday, May 7, 2012

Monday's Heart 18, Grace

Everything that slows us down and forces patience, everything that sets us back into the slow circles of nature, is a help. Gardening is an instrument of grace.
{May Sarton}