Appointments With Life

“You have an appointment with life, an appointment that is with the here and now.”  Thich Nhat Hanh

So complex a statement, so much to unwind.  Indeed, reflecting on it, my glances at my Outlook calendar are heavily weighed to the past (to figure out what I did, when) and to the future (when I am supposed to be where and what I am supposed to do, then).  It becomes easy to let the present slip away, easy to forget to be in the here and now because I am busy looking back and forward.

The lesson (not a new one, but one that needs repeating) is encapsulated in this passage from Hanh:

“ How can you love if you are not here?  A fundamental condition of love is your own presence.  In order to love you must be here.  That is certain.  Fortunately, being here is not a difficult thing to accomplish.  It is enough to breathe and let go of thinking or planning.  Just come back to yourself, concentrate on you breath, and smile.  You are here, body and mind together.  You are here, alive, completely alive.  This is a miracle.”

Indeed, a miracle.

Becoming A Social Influencer

I read an article a while back that noted that in recent brain research scientists determined that humans have as many as 6,000 thoughts per day.  I am not a scientist, have not conducted brain research, and I did not stay at a Holiday Inn Express last night, but I venture a guess that if those folks in the study were polled 48 hours later, they might recall less than a 100  of those 6,000 thoughts they had that day.  Hell, my wife would be impressed if I remember a handful of them.  All that to get to this.  Friday my friend Matt Dow shared this one thought, one of his 6,000, which became one of my 6,000, a lesson Matt learned from a friend of his, Bill Baker — “Speak words that bless.”  

“Speak words that bless.”  Four words, one lesson, one thought.  As they rumbled around in my head on a Saturday morning long run, the power started to become obvious.  While I am sure I don’t have 6,000 opportunities to speak in a given day (I hear the collective sigh of relief) there are at least some opportunities to do so, and if one adds in texts, emails, and various other electronic means of communications, those opportunities to “speak” multiply.  That is, in social media terms, we become, on some scale, “social influencers.”  There are, of course, other choices on the “Speaking Menu.”  Each chance to speak provides an opportunity to “speak words that DO NOT bless.”  While my ability to discuss that option is ample, on that I am going to invoke my 5th Amendment right against self-incrimination and simply note that my personal research over the past 48 hours suggests that this “speak words that bless” thing is pretty damn powerful, even if the best one can do is sprinkle a few “words that bless” in with all those other words that don’t.  So go ahead, become a social influencer, make someone’s day, and yours too – “Speak words that bless.”

Photo and Text Sunday

Photo taken recently of a sky that got my attention. Full poem below.

in celebration of surviving

Chuck Miller

when senselessness has pounded you around on the ropes
and you’re getting too old to hold out for the future
no work and running out of money,
and then you make a try after something that you know you
    won’t get
and this long shot comes through on the stretch
in a photo finish of your heart’s trepidation
then for a while
even when the chill factor of these prairie winters puts it at
    fifty below
you’re warm and have that old feeling
of being a comer, though belated
in the crazy game of life

standing in the winter night
emptying the garbage and looking at the stars
you realize that although the odds are fantastically against you
when that single January shooting star
flung its wad in the maw of night
it was yours
and though the years are edged with crime and squalor
that second wind, or twenty-third
is coming strong
and for a time
perhaps a very short time
one lives as though in a golden envelope of light

Poetry

I am reminded today of the significance of poetry.  Garrison Keillor puts it well: What “makes all good poems matter is that they offer a truer account than what we’re used to getting.”  Which pointed me to William Stafford’s A Ritual To Read To Each Other:

If you don’t know the kind of person I am

And I don’t know the kind of person you are

A pattern that others made may prevail in the world

And following the wrong god home we may miss our star.

While there is, of course, a tendency to focus on our own role, our own lines, Stafford’s poem offers a good reminder of the ensemble cast in this production: me, you, others.  It’s always good to know who the players are. 

And Stafford’s poem is too good to not include in its entirety:

A Ritual to Read to Each Other

William E. Stafford

If you don’t know the kind of person I am

and I don’t know the kind of person you are

a pattern that others made may prevail in the world

and following the wrong god home we may miss our star.

For there is many a small betrayal in the mind,

a shrug that lets the fragile sequence break

sending with shouts the horrible errors of childhood

storming out to play through the broken dyke.

And as elephants parade holding each elephant’s tail,

but if one wanders the circus won’t find the park,

I call it cruel and maybe the root of all cruelty

to know what occurs but not recognize the fact.

And so I appeal to a voice, to something shadowy,

a remote important region in all who talk:

though we could fool each other, we should consider—

lest the parade of our mutual life get lost in the dark.

For it is important that awake people be awake,

or a breaking line may discourage them back to sleep;

the signals we give — yes or no, or maybe —

should be clear: the darkness around us is deep.

The Primary Question

In today’s reading, Howard Thurman takes on “the primary question,” which he identifies as: “Is this a world with moral meaning at the center.”  This is, he writes, a question that “must be answered before other questions can even be asked.”  That was enough to get my attention.

At the outset. Thurman recognizes the difficulty of the task ahead – this “primary question…can never be answered with proof and finality, but some answer must be given on the level of faith.”  Still, he notes, one cannot sidestep the question, for “to decide not to decide it to decide against.”  Adding to the challenges, one can “make this affirmation with gusto and enthusiasm without really meaning it” not because of insincerity but “simply because there is evidence on either side.  We see the sordid and tragic in life, we see the pain and suffering….  Then we see beauty, truth, love, and fulfillment.”  This debate churns with us.  As Thurman puts it, “the evidence is always straining within us.  In consequence we may decide intellectually in favor of meaning, only to find our subconscious casting a dissenting ballot.”

At this point, however, Thurman makes a significant pivot away from the intellectual and emotional battle inside us and places the issue firmly before us and the rest of the world:

“Therefore, the great labor of life, after we have made the initial life affirmation, is to validate the decision in practice.  After all, how can one believe that life has meaning if his own life does not have meaning.  No words, no matter how eloquently and enthusiastically uttered, can replace the expressiveness of action.  Indeed, words become true when they are lived, and they become untrue when the living of them is neglected.  We shall always be ambivalent and our ‘Yes’ will never have the total assent of our total wills.  Our great labor is simply to bring active affirmation as close as possible to the vocal affirmation.  All else is subsidiary.”

Two points.  First, I so love the “as close as possible” nod Thurman gives to recognize the difficulty of the task.  A full match up of words and deeds would be great, but just get “as close as possible.”  Whew!  Second, provides insight as to Matthew 5:37 – “Let your “yes” be “yes” — not just in word, but in deed also.