I was deeply moved by the meditation Br. David led in 1975 and was also prompted to write about the quote of the day below.
The hope that is left after all your hopes are gone – that is pure hope, rooted in the heart. Br. David Steindl-Rast
I have never been extremely fond of the word hope. For me, hoping and moping seem to walk hand in hand because I relate my hopes to shattered dreams.
It seems to me that hope is always about the future or the past. “I had hoped to...
It seems to me that hope is always about the future or the past. “I had hoped to ___________ or I hope I can___________.
What might Br. David be referring to when he says, “…after all your hopes are gone…”? Is the key word in that phrase: “your.”? Is their a difference between …”pure hope” and “your hopes”? Might that be the key?
Perhaps, your hopes and my hopes originate in the egoic mind not the heart. Br. David says, “…pure hope is rooted in the heart.”
Perhaps pure hope is not tainted with personal wants and needs. It’s the hope that comes from surrender. It says, “Here I am—warts and all. Let my wounds serve the greater good, Root my fragility in a pure heart; Fill me with the evolutionary hope that transcends my finite and egoic mind.”
Good morning, The excerpt (below) from Pema Chodron’s book, “Start Where You Are” should be read at the United Nations. It is so powerful. Perhaps, in all situations our first thought could and should be, “Be still and know that I am God…Be still and know that I am…Be still and know that I…Be still and know that…Be still and know…Be still…BE.
Life is Process… …Respond instead of React…Respect instead of Regret…Evolve instead of Revolve…Go in the Peace...
Life is Process… …Respond instead of React…Respect instead of Regret…Evolve instead of Revolve…Go in the Peace of a Grateful Heart.
“One of my favorite dharma teachers is Dr. Seuss; he captures the human condition so beautifully. One of his stories starts with two people walking toward each other along a narrow road. When they meet, they each refuse to step to the side so that the other can pass. Everyone else builds bridges and even whole cities around them, and life just goes on. But the two stubborn ones stand there for the rest of time, refusing to budge. It never occurs to them even after eighty-five years that they could be curious about why the other is refusing to move, or that they could try to communicate. They could have had a really interesting debate in all those years even if they had still never moved.
The point is not that you’re trying to achieve harmony or smooth everything out. Good luck, if that’s your goal. The point is to live together on this earth with our differences, to communicate for its own sake. The process is the main thing, not the fruition. If you achieve your goal with aggressive tactics, nothing really changes anyway. Pema Chodron, “Start Where You Are” pp 168-169”
Good Morning, In recent days my physical and emotional pain levels have been very challenging. I found this article extremely helpful to me. It contains such a beautiful explanation of the meaning of compassion. A dear friend introduced me to a saying that I have found to be very helpful over the years. She said, “You either work for God or do God’s work and they are not the same thing.” When we work for God, we are in charge and our own need for control, for validation, limits the he...
Good Morning, In recent days my physical and emotional pain levels have been very challenging. I found this article extremely helpful to me. It contains such a beautiful explanation of the meaning of compassion. A dear friend introduced me to a saying that I have found to be very helpful over the years. She said, “You either work for God or do God’s work and they are not the same thing.” When we work for God, we are in charge and our own need for control, for validation, limits the healing power of our efforts. When we do God’s work, the natural flow of Grace leads us and wisdom has the freedom to emerge and healing energies gather. The Earth holds both giver and receiver with compassion. Blessings always and all ways, Carol
A Lesson from the Morning Doves
Kristi, The April 26th Daily Quote prompted this sharing which I think is quite supportive of your blog entry.
“It was my life – like all lives, mysterious and irrevocable and sacred. So very close, so very present, so very belonging to me. How wild it was, to let it be.” Cheryl Strayed
Good Morning, I packed my bags last weekend in preparation for a trip north to Kansas to visit my son, his wife and family of rescued animals, my sis...
Good Morning, I packed my bags last weekend in preparation for a trip north to Kansas to visit my son, his wife and family of rescued animals, my sister and a dear uncle who will be there this weekend. At some level, I knew I was running away, not willing to work on what needs my attention.
A series of severe spring storms which keep blanketing Oklahoma, Kansas, Arkansas and Missouri for the next several days have made my planned road trip an unwise adventure. I have decided to let it go and own the fact that I’m on an intense inner road trip at this time and I can better gestate this inner path in the comfort of my own home.
Just a month ago this week, I returned home to Louisiana from an enriching five month sojourn in New Mexico. When I arrived here, I discovered a Morning Dove nesting on my front porch in a hanging planter. This did not surprise me because it was the second spring for a Morning Dove to choose my porch to build a nest.
Morning Doves lay two eggs and I eagerly awaited the birth of this dove’s little ones. Interestingly, she had no problem with my ingress and egress from my front door several times daily; but, let any one else arrive at my door and she would panic. She seemed to know, it was my home, too. That was acceptable to her.
She had two healthy babies about 10 days later and about a week after their birth, I awoke one morning to find them strutting around the driveway with her close at hand. Since I had been told when birds abandon a nest, they do not return, I thought I would probably not have another nest builder until next year so I decided I would plant some oregano in that hanging pot. I love growing fresh herbs.
A few days ago, I noticed two young Morning Doves (Morning Doves mate for life.) putting twigs in the planter. I wondered if at least one of them was a former resident. I realized that by planting something there, I had disturbed what apparently was, to their way of thinking, a family home and so I removed the oregano and sure enough they claimed the territory. I’m once again awaiting the birth of new life.
So what is the lesson of the Morning Doves?
I cannot open the front door and pass by that nest without feeling the trust this latest set of Doves has placed in me. The future of their offspring has literally been placed in my hands.
I ask you to picture that, to frame it and hang it on the wall of your mind—my hands holding those two small eggs and determining their fate.
These doves have chosen to make my home their home and I learned, not so long ago, that all of creation wants to speak to me and to you. Is it reaching too far to apply this metaphor to my own life?
I ask myself: How long has it been since I have looked at the eggs in my basket? What am I birthing? Trust me, we are always birthing something. Is this new life I’m birthing evolutionary or revolutionary? Is it an open door or a revolving door? Am I walking through this door to greater awareness or am I stuck in an old vehicle, driving around and around the mountain and arriving in the same place over and over and never truly coming home to my own truth?
On my death bed, will I be able to say like Cheryl Strayed, “It was my life – like all lives, mysterious and irrevocable and sacred. So very close, so very present, so very belonging to me. How wild it was, to let it be.”
Margaret, I deeply appreciate your pointing out more if Br. David’s wisdom about hope. Thank you.
Patjos, Thank you. Carol
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