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Listening Chicken

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1White chicken

The hen can hatch her eggs
because her heart
is always listening.

From The Secret of the Golden Flower
A Taoist meditation text.

The other day I went for a long walk with some of the monastic guests staying here. Our route took us through a farm yard. A hen and a clutch of fluff-ball day-old, or so, chicks were scuttling for safety. I was bemused at how many of them there were and also that they came in two colour ways. Black and white ones.

Thanks to Jade in the US for finding the quote I was asking about in my last post. BTW I’d not recommend reading the book I’ve quoted from. It’s somewhat esoteric.

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Together Under The awe-inspiring Sky

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whispering together under the awe-inspiring sky

“The tall trees of Britain
We worshipped and were wise,
But you shall raid the whole land through
And never a tree shall talk to you,
Though every leaf is a tongue taught true
And the forest is full of eyes.

“On one round hill to the seaward
The trees grow tall and grey
And the trees talk together
When all men are away.

“O’er a few round hills forgotten
The trees grow tall in rings,
And the trees talk together
Of many pagan things.

“Yet I could lie and listen
With a cross upon my clay,
And hear unhurt for ever
What the trees of Britain say.”
From ‘The Ballad Of The White Horse’ by G. K. Chesterton:

And from Mugo

Did I ever mention
the saplings
in Derbyshire
one winter
walk?

The ones
shaking with mirth
cracking jokes
in the snow?

And how I
laughed out
loud
with them.

But who to tell?

Thanks to Mark for pointing out the poem. Wonderful. And. Does anybody know the reference to the metaphor for meditation? Of a hen sitting on her eggs listening to them hatching? Send me an email via the contact form if you know. Please.

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On Listening and Speaking

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1beach trees in a laneThe only EP (extended play vinyl record) I ever owned had, on the A side, Lee Marvin singing I Was Born a Wand’rin’ Star, from the film Paint Your Wagon. And on the B side Clint Eastwood ‘singing’ I Talk to the Trees and he went on to (have to say) groan the following words But they don’t listen to me!

Ever thought, been upset about, got really angry about, feeling like, somebody isn’t listening to you? Never mind about talking to the trees, your cat or your plants which I suspect ‘hear’ our words, spoken or unspoken, very well indeed. The felt sense of being heard is heart-rending, when it is not there and most heartening when it is. Enough said!

While I have been thinking about listening and speaking the Clint Eastwood piece has been playing in my brain. Now I’ve share it, it has gone! As if it were that easy to let go of ones persistent thoughts, feelings, emotions etc. etc. etc. Anyway here is a quote for today from Krishnamurti who was very influential in my spiritual growth in my teens and early twenties.

So when you are listening to somebody, completely, attentively, then you are listening not only to the words, but also to the feeling of what is being conveyed, to the whole of it, not part of it.
Jiddu Krishnamurti

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Perfecting The Art of Listening

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herron fishingHave you ever watched a Heron?  Listening? Fishing?  This beauty was snapped wading in the Lancaster Canal last Wednesday. It’s the quality of listening, of being physically still, of being intent that never fails to catch my attention.  Herons are masters of their fishing craft. And so elegant too.

Here at Throssel for the next ten days or so there is a coming together of monastics of the religious order of which I am a part. Listening; embracing the hearts and minds of those who are here, knowing directly the unifying quality of meditation practice (sitting and moving about too) and the diversity of how practice is given expression. Each in our various individual ways. I guess this blog is one way of giving expression to, connecting with, the hearts and minds of those who read here.

I’ll attempt to post on the theme of listening, and speaking.

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Robust Feet – Walking On

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From a tapestry based on The Decent From the Cross by Rubens 1612.
From a tapestry based on The Decent From the Cross by Rubens 1612.

Just look at these wonderful feet! Strong robust toes, firm lower legs – and minimalist shoes! The tapestry can be seen hanging on the wall of Whitewell St Michael’s, a Chapel of Ease built in the late medieval period in Whitewell in the Forest of Bowland. The tapestry is HUGE and impressive – a labour of love. In the original painting, titled The Decent From the Cross the feet (foot) is in the right hand bottom corner of the painting. A spectacular foot to be sure.

I’ve been appreciating feet these past days while I ‘wear in’ a pair of minimalist/barefoot shoes. It’s taking measures of perseverance to stay-with these new shoes, which I’m committed to doing.

Developing a deep appreciation of the ground beneath ones feet is rather important. In every level it’s important practically and spiritually, of course.

I’d found myself in the Forest of Bowland on Tuesday because I was in search of a high place to sit and contemplate, decompress (and nap) after a six hour, early start, drive north from Exeter. Unfortunately all views towards the West were obscured by cloud
up high in forest of Bowland
so I drove on visiting the chapel in Lower Whitwell, then the hotel for a cuppa and later cutting through the Trough of Bowland pausing briefly to admire the purple heather – and sheep

Sheep up highthen to find the sun shining on the high moors.
Forest of BowlandThis post is for my cousin in America who I met for the first time last June. We ‘tooled’, her expression, around the area I covered last Tuesday even passing by the cafe we had lunch in. Happy memories. Come again and we can explore some more.