Root Of Confidence

Just what is it that kicks in, when panic doesn’t? When something happens, as it did for me this morning, which might warrant slight panic, there’s a choice and it isn’t Do I panic or Do I not? Nor is it a matter of maintaining a cool calm exterior while running around inwardly screaming! The best I can say is that there are split second flashes of recognition of what’s happened, and what’s happening, and what’s to do next. Somehow there is, in these moments, enough backbone left, (the ability to keep body and mind cooperating), to respond to the flow of recognitions with confidence.

This is how it happened: I was out in Hexham with an American visitor this morning on route to deliver her to the railway station. Her luggage had been left in the monastery car while we had lunch together. At the end of the meal, preferring not to fumble for the key at the car door, I reached for it while she went to the loo. No key! Four pockets, one purse, a bag – all searched at least twice – still no key! And so the story unfolded, very quickly with very quick thinking. Thankfully my companion, who I’d only just met, seemed collected and confident, which helped.

Mentally clicking through my options I first found a cell phone signal outside of Boots the Chemist and called the local police to report lost property. Could you just pop into the Chemists to see if a key has been handed in? I asked my companion and off she went. It was a long shot however we had been in Boots before lunch. The police call was a protracted one, your name?, your name again is…? And while in the midst of the call, you guessed, the key appeared having been handed in at the shop. Signing off with the police with the good news I remarked Ah, the universe is cooperating today, and we proceeded to the car and the railway station.

By ‘the universe cooperating’ I’m not talking about magical thinking or such like. More that I was acknowledging, with gratitude, the roots of confidence. This evening I’d talk about the roots as that which one says Yes! to. A Yes response deep within, a reflexive yes, when no or I can’t or panic would be the habitual response to such circumstances.

Tonight, and it is getting late, I’d say the root of confidence is without limit. We just need to muster the where-with-all to allow confidence, on this level to kick in.

We talk about being still within conditions. It is easy to equate still with static when in practice it is a flowing still. At least that’s how it seems to me.

Too Much Confidence

Post by Adrienne Hodges

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Paper folding fun.
The other day I had friends over who, like me, enjoy being creative. The idea of our get together was to encourage each other by sharing ideas and teaching something of our own ‘specialities’. While the pumpkin soup was warming on the stove I went upstairs to fetch a quilt I have been working on to show them. This was duly admired. Then I remembered I had played with another medium – folded books. I had spent a happy hour making the said piece and wanted to share my enthusiasm with them. Although my friends seemed to want to see what I have been making, a further reaction made it clear to me that they felt overwhelmed and a little phased by my enthusiasm and confidence – I can be quite enthusiastic at times! Someone said something that pointed to a feeling of competativeness. The atmosphere changed, if only temporarily, and I realised that both of my friends were either measuring themselves by my seeming achievements and felt inadequate or they thought I was showing my stuff in order to feel better myself. The knowledge that I managed to ‘put down’ my friends, however unintentionally, keeps coming back into my mind. I feel disturbed to realise that my actions caused such a result.

I have both rationalised and wriggled around in order to avoid my part in their discomfort; they were both feeling disturbed by conflicts/inadequacies of their own, it’s their stuff, they misunderstood my intentions, stop stressing, it’s and not important etc, etc.

But the awareness and knowledge remains. What should I do? How should I change in order to avoid this reaction in the future?

I learned years ago about a piece of research in the field of psychology (sorry, can’t reference this at all) that demonstrated that when people were asked to notice and bring into their awareness a behaviour that they wanted to change this behaviour diminished in frequency, sometimes to the point of extinction. It was enough just to notice . So… no pushing away…… no necessity for rationalising, deliberate thought or forced behaviour change. To those of us that know Rules for Meditation this will sound familiar.

So I will do nothing. Or rather I am not going to get caught up in or dragged around by circumstances, thoughts, feelings and emotions. I will continue to be aware and notice what is going on to the best of my ability and trust my intention to avoid future harm in this way. And for now, I will just get on with the next thing. And along the line of next things, perhaps a simple apology to my friends.

Emanating Enthusiasm

The nights are drawing in fast now. The sun is dipping behind the far hill by around 6.00 pm. In no time it will be dipping at around 3.30 pm and dusk comes soon after that. There is a decided feel in the air of autumn, the leaves are gathering in piles on the lane. Blown by the wind.

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But what is this we see as we walk back from meditation? Light beaming out of the usually dark pump house/shed in the paddock. We all know what’s happening in there and in due time so will you. There will be a photograph. For now I like to imagine that something strange and amazing is emanating from within. In truth something amazing is being made. The light might represent the creative energy being generated.

And Adrienne’s creative side has come to the fore, as has her enthusiasm for what she does…. The title of her post is Too Much Confidence in which she ponders the effect here enthusiasm has on some visiting friends. Adrienne and I are similar in our sharing of enthusiasm, enthusiastically.

John Daido Loori, Roshi

The word went out around the monastery this morning that John Daido Loori Roshi died yesterday. As well as being a well respected Zen Master he was a great photographer too.

Loori grew up in a working-class family in Jersey City, New Jersey, joined the Navy, and later worked for 17 years as a physical chemist while nurturing a lifelong love of photography. It wasn’t until he began studying with the influential photographer Minor White that Loori recognized a spiritual element in his work. He then underwent 14 years of both lay and monastic Zen training in New York and California. In 1980, Loori founded the Zen Mountain Monastery in Mt. Tremper, New York, considered one of the leading Zen training centers in the United States.
From a tribute on the The American Museum of Natural History website.

Sitting Still Helps The Process

It’s not that often I get caught up in a scheduling crunch however I did this morning. There was a ceremony I’d committed myself to attend and a dentist appointment I HAD to go to. (Broken tooth. Patch essential.) I could juuust about see how it could work. There was juust about time to attend at least part of the ceremony and make the appointment on time. That’s if everything happened on time, if…and if…..and if….

This sort of situation can drive one to distraction. Need, wish, intentions (good ones), feelings (ones own and those of others), timing, unknowns, x factors all swimming about in ones mind. I’ve learned, although I don’t necessarily always remember, that it’s best not to act precipitously in such situations. Better to…empty the dust bin, do a short errand, photocopy something. Anything, (obviously not anything anything!) play for time, anything to give one of the x factors a chance to materialise. Walk down the lane and back. This morning if I’d checked the daily schedule I’d have known earlier the puzzle would not, could not, fit. There was a meeting scheduled, that was the missing piece of the puzzle. The x factor. And, as I put in a note, it didn’t work out that I could come to the ceremony.

This small event can mirror periods of ones life. It’s as if the pieces don’t fit together, no matter how hard one tries to get them to do so. What a relief to be able to say to oneself it didn’t work out, it’s not working out. And move on. Easier said, than done.

If you are in a situation, small, medium or large, where the pieces don’t seem to fit together – it’s probably a good idea to allow yourself the possibility that you are missing a puzzle piece or two. They will come. Given half a chance. Sitting still helps the process.

Acceptance essential, action unavoidable.