Where the Rivers Kent and Bela meet for Morecambe Bay and beyond.
Just sometimes, when you are smack in the middle of some trauma or anxiety provoking situation it is best not to jump too quickly to thinking about what the teaching was/is. But it’s tempting if only to bring oneself comfort in the midst of pain. So it is for me at the moment. I’m tempted to write about my recent dental travails however that’s still ongoing and better left to settle down. If nothing else I’ve come to accept that it’s no good blaming the dentist for my tooth problems and pain. I know where the responsibility lies. Really simple! In the scheme of things my troubles are small.
It is heart rending to hear about the hard places people find themselves in. A woman on the phone today with a serious heart condition. So bad the consultant is not able to do anything, too dangerous to proceed with surgery. She said, It’s the nights that are worse, wondering if this pain is a heart attack. or not.. The night magnifies everything especially if alone. I offered my mobile number. Call me in the night if you need to.Thank you darling, God Bless. She replied.
There is a litany of people I know who are facing or have just gone through major surgery. There are others who live with chronic pain, chronic fear of dying and diminishing cognitive abilities. What stories people have to tell, life lessons to learn. The most compelling story to tell is the approach of death and few people live well enough to tell the tale.
But something remarkable has been happening on Mondays on Radio 4 around 5.30 am. Star broadcaster Eddie Mair has been interviewing Steve Hewlett, star journalist and BBC correspondent and much more. Steve was diagnosed with cancer last September and Eddie for the Radio 4 PM program has been following Steve’s progress allowing his story to unfold with gentle good nature and with tender good humoured questioning. So how did it feel when you were told there was no more treatment that could be given? Asked Eddie, Steve’s response….? Here are all the interviews starting back in September last year.
The last episode:
Steve has had to continue his stay in the Royal Marsden Hospital in London, so Eddie Mair went to visit him again. During their conversation, Steve told Eddie that his consultant had said his liver would not be able to handle any more treatments and that the outlook in the long term was not good.
On a happier note, he and his partner Rachel decided to get married.
There’s a journalist telling his own story as it happens. He blames nobody. He speaks not for entertainment but for education and for uplift. For those who are in extremity themselves or who are beside somebody who is. Guess that covers all of us.
Sunday didn’t look promising. Low cloud. Snow on the high fells. Bitterly cold. Undaunted we went forth climbing into the silver mist. We talked we walked.Met adventurers. A young wild camper descending after a night out. A chap carrying his bike because the trail was too steep and too rough to ride. The same path we were walking.
Interestingly this walk was not so testing. No ‘top’ to gaze at. No worries about can I make it or not. There is merit in not seeing where you are going.
But the beautiful silver mist cleared as we walked down and I looked up! Goodness if I had known how far into the sky we would be walking I’d have perhaps decided to turn back.
So. There’s a lesson for life. Not having your goal in sight, aids peace if mind while on the journey. Having a compass and map and somebody aboard who knows how to use them are essential for winter walks on the fells.
Behold!
The Undying One
Walking, wailing,
Crying, laughing,
Enclosed with this
Wrinkling Skin Bag
Think to abandon?
Think not!
This is for a monk who is approaching a juncture in monastic training. And if the words seem slightly familiar I’ve taken the last few lines of a well known poem and reworked them. Song of the Grass-Roof Hut. Considerably!
Morecambe Bay – Jenny Brown point path, Silverdale.
When Danger
Encircles you,
Show yourself
Steadfast and
undaunted,
But when the winds
are too favorable,
fail not to show
wise caution and
haul in the billowing sail.
Horace
Oh how easy it is to run when the wind is at your back. To break out into a run, so to speak, when a steady, steadfast, enduring walking-on would be wisest all around.
Practice Within The Order of Buddhist Contemplatives