Why, love is easy, you discover
after a lifetime blocking that route
with boulders and trunks of trees:
simply remove debris you put there
yourself, and the road is level,
straight to the horizon.
Bless us, it is better to learn
just before the sun sets what day it is,
than not at all. Impious old
Uncle Charles took Jesus as Savior
mere minutes before he died.
Pastor was very happy.
Knowledge of what a sparrow means
by singing earns you no interest,
so acquire it only when you’re ready.
Something the young don’t realize:
late learnings lack years to harden
into dogma, the way arteries harden.
Mistakes make good students—
and that school is always in session.
It isn’t necessary that you graduate:
even the teachers are still learning.
Some say the greatest lessons await
after Pastor throws dirt on the coffin.
How about that for learning late.
By Russell Rowland Published on this site.
Yes! A Thousand time yes. Although the ‘greatest lesson(s)’ are here and now, no need to wait.
Thanks to Eric who thoughtfully sent me the link to this poem.
A recent email conversation:
Mark: I’ve added one more photo to the Dropbox folder – ‘Winkle travelling’!
Me: Thanks. I’ve not had much of a chance to do the post I intended to do. Hopefully, things will ease here and I can continue with posting. As I like to do. BTW That was quite the ‘catch’ if I may say so.
Mark: I had plenty of time to frame the shot. They always travel towards the sea. I wonder how they know?
Me: How do they know? Perfect fit for my current thinking around our knowing more than we know we know.
Mark: Ah – synchronicity…
Me: Indeed! Coming fast at me this morning.
Threads of thoughts and insights have been coming together over the past weeks. It was this article by Norman Doidge a neuroscientist, that contributed a great deal to the ‘stew pot’ of my thinking on ‘knowing’. In this article, Doidge talks about unconscious knowledge, in particular the (other) immune system we don’t know we have.
Just as the Winkle knows to travel towards the sea we, with the shortening hours of daylight, reflexively turn towards our ‘inner life’. That’s probably less so for those of us who, of necessity, have engaging lives. Busy lives, however I find myself ‘drawn in’ and reflective at this time of year, that’s in spite of there being lots-to-do all day long.
Interesting isn’t it that our response to the dark season is to quieten and move within. There are many reasons this happens but are we applying reason when we quieten into the darkness? Do we know something we don’t know we know, like the Winkle heading seaward?
I relish the nights here, to walk in the dark and when the stars are clear – magic!
Thanks to Mark Rowan for the photograph, and all the other ones I have stored away in Dropbox.
This was originally published in October 2020 and now again with some edits. A year has passed and here we are, again!
Currently, I’m thinking of those in solitary confinement whether it be in prison in one’s home or some other way of being incarcerated. There is indeed a lot of ‘confinement’ going on in this world at the moment. It has ever been thus I imagine. Yes, physical isolation has such devastating consequences on the psyche as well as, of course, physically, emotionally and spiritually. All creatures suffer in their depth when in isolation and confinement, the evidence is clear to see. It’s not their choice and is largely imposed from the outside. Such situations etch away at the human ‘spirit’. This has to be more than lamentable. Here is a quote linked to this business of disempowerment.
In isolation, man remains in contact with the world as the human artifice; only when the most elementary form of human creativity, which is the capacity to add something of one’s own to the common world, is destroyed, isolation becomes altogether unbearable… Isolation then becomes loneliness.
As I contemplate ‘renewal’, spiritual renewal, the matter of exercising choice has been exercising me, in my thoughts and to some degree my actions as well. This is because I believe choice has to be exercised to make it real, to make manifest the individual’s ability and ‘power’ to BE individual within the collective world. This brings choice directly to the core of Buddhist practice, formal meditation. Politics (the exercising of power) is clearly in the picture in terms of exercising choice, or personal agency, however it is not at that level I am speaking.
Onwards to a look at setting aside and planning for time with yourself. Formal meditation has a unique place in our lives which I point to at the start of this post. At no other time do we chose to do nothing in such an absolute way – for a sustained length of time with nobody standing over us making us sit there! Then emerging into daily life, the heart of meditation comes with us where we navigate the not altogether easy world of the opposites.
That’s the world we live in. Accept it, with bows.
One ‘pick up’ leads to another. Where ever we may walk others have been also. Agricultural litter today. Some splendid finds strapped to my day pack, tolerant fellow travellers carried the rest. Later deposited in a bin in Hexham. Before tea and chat at Bunters.
Thanks to John for patiently serving us tea. See you when we open again for Sunday Festival days.
It wasn’t so simple to describe this talk ‘in a nut shell’. There are a whole trees worth of ‘nut shells’ exploring the knowledge we didn’t know we knew, which are embedded in our emotional responses to conditions. That’s insights into deep truths as well as wise responses to danger and threat. There are personal examples illustrating the points.
Note: This talk refers to another one given during the same online retreat by Rev. Saidō of Telford Buddhist Priory, titled Do Good for others and the story of the Bamboo Acrobat, which can be found via this link.