Sunday, December 12, 2021

Forgiving Myself and Others

 


Regular readers of this blog know I have a next door neighbor who does not like me. Yesterday, he yelled ugly things at me while I was unloading groceries. It didn’t upset me at the time​,​ but different words he said have been playing over in my mind. This morning, I had a choice: I could continue to hear his words, repeating them to friends, feeling superior for not retaliating ​(​while having a certainty that I was right​)​ — or, I could humbly seek to release this encounter. It seemed a perfect time to practice Hoʻoponopono. By a persistent mental repetition of these words — I’m sorry, Please forgive me, I love you, Thank you — I allow myself to not apportion blame and forgive myself for any attack thoughts I have had toward him. As a bonus, I’m reminded how valuable this practice is. I look forward to noticing instances where these words can fill my thoughts, rather than something I would rather not think.

“If a friend informs us of a fault, do we listen patiently to the rebuke and credit what is said? Do we not rather give thanks that we are ‘not as other men’? During many years the author has been most grateful for merited rebuke. The wrong lies in unmerited censure, — in the falsehood which does no one any good.” Mary Baker Eddy - Science & Health Page 8:30

Saturday, December 11, 2021

Drop Your Troubles in My Palm


After an eventful and rather emotionally-draining day today, I had many topics floating through my mind. But when a friend posted this Elizabeth Gilbert story to social media -- well, it says it all. Namaste...

“Some years ago, I was stuck on a crosstown bus in New York City during rush hour. Traffic was barely moving. The bus was filled with cold, tired people who were deeply irritated with one another, with the world itself. Two men barked at each other about a shove that might or might not have been intentional. A pregnant woman got on, and nobody offered her a seat. Rage was in the air; no mercy would be found here.

But as the bus approached Seventh Avenue, the driver got on the intercom."Folks," he said, "I know you have had a rough day and you are frustrated. I can’t do anything about the weather or traffic, but here is what I can do. As each one of you gets off the bus, I will reach out my hand to you. As you walk by, drop your troubles into the palm of my hand, okay? Don’t take your problems home to your families tonight, just leave them with me. My route goes right by the Hudson River, and when I drive by there later, I will open the window and throw your troubles in the water."

It was as if a spell had lifted. Everyone burst out laughing. Faces gleamed with surprised delight. People who had been pretending for the past hour not to notice each other’s existence were suddenly grinning at each other like, is this guy serious?
Oh, he was serious.

At the next stop, just as promised, the driver reached out his hand, palm up, and waited. One by one, all the exiting commuters placed their hand just above his and mimed the gesture of dropping something into his palm. Some people laughed as they did this, some teared up but everyone did it. The driver repeated the same lovely ritual at the next stop, too. And the next. All the way to the river.

We live in a hard world, my friends. Sometimes it is extra difficult to be a human being. Sometimes you have a bad day. Sometimes you have a bad day that lasts for several years. You struggle and fail. You lose jobs, money, friends, faith, and love. You witness horrible events unfolding in the news, and you become fearful and withdrawn. There are times when everything seems cloaked in darkness. You long for the light but don’t know where to find it.
But what if you are the light? What if you are the very agent of illumination that a dark situation begs for?. That’s what this bus driver taught me, that anyone can be the light, at any moment. This guy wasn’t some big power player. He wasn’t a spiritual leader. He wasn’t some media-savvy influencer. He was a bus driver, one of society’s most invisible workers. But he possessed real power, and he used it beautifully for our benefit.

When life feels especially grim, or when I feel particularly powerless in the face of the world’s troubles, I think of this man and ask myself, What can I do, right now, to be the light? Of course, I can’t personally end all wars, or solve global warming, or transform vexing people into entirely different creatures. I definitely can’t control traffic. But I do have some influence on everyone I brush up against, even if we never speak or learn each other’s name. 

"No matter who you are, or where you are, or how mundane or tough your situation may seem, I believe you can illuminate your world. In fact, I believe this is the only way the world will ever be illuminated, one bright act of grace at a time, all the way to the river." 

 Elizabeth Gilbert


Friday, December 10, 2021

Superstition

Arrival - acrylic by William Haskell

 “Superstition was rising everywhere. People like to see human life as an upwardly sloping line towards knowledge and tolerance. But I have to say that has never been my experience. It isn’t in this century, and it wasn’t in that one. The lesson of history is that ignorance and superstition can rise up in almost anyone at any moment, and what starts as doubt in a mind can swiftly become an act in the world." Matt Haig - from How to Stop Time

“Superstition and understanding can never combine. When the final physical and moral effects of Christian Science are fully apprehended, the conflict between truth and error, understanding and belief, Science and material sense, foreshadowed by the prophets and inaugurated by Jesus, will cease, and spiritual harmony reign." Mary Baker Eddy - Science & Health Page 288:9

Thursday, December 9, 2021

Music is Divine

 


"The human sigh for peace and love is answered and compensated by divine Love. Music is more than sound in unison. The deaf Beethoven besieges you with tones intricate, profound, commanding. Mozart rests you. To me his composition is the triumph of art, for he measures himself against deeper grief. I want not only quality, quantity, and variation in tone, but the unction of Love. Music is divine. Mind, not matter, makes music; and if the divine tone be lacking, the human tone has no melody for me." Mary Baker Eddy - Message to the Mother Church, 1900, P11:8


Wednesday, December 8, 2021

Live Justly; Love Mercy

 


Many people are “daunted by the enormity of the world’s grief”. I have a friend who hides in mindless television. She refuses to watch the news as she feels it’s too horrid, but she immerses herself in yucky CSI shows and such. Even though I don’t understand her way of thinking, it’s better than hiding in a bar and living with the consequences, as do some I know. Another friend stays away from society and watches cooking shows 10 or 12 hours a day, topping it off with nightly movies. Both of these women are compassionate, loving people, yet they feel helpless when it comes to facing the injustice which is running rampant. There are far more people in the world who love than hate, but it’s easy to become bruised when you love, and easier to become more angry when you hate. That is why I loved the above statement when I saw it on Facebook: “Live justly, love mercy, and walk humbly now. You are not expected to complete the work, but neither are you free to abandon it.” 


“You who feel threatened by this changing world, its twists of fortune and its bitter jests, its brief relationships and all the ‘gifts’ it merely lends to take away again; attend this lesson well. The world provides no safety. It is rooted in attack, and all its ‘gifts’ of seeming safety are illusory deceptions. It attacks, and then attacks again. No peace of mind is possible where danger threatens thus.

“Be still a moment, and in silence think how holy is your purpose, how secure you rest, untouchable within its light.” A Course in Miracles Workbook Lesson #153

A Great Secret


 'Tis the season! I am reminded tonight that many people are feeling bad for many reasons. Usually, I'm oblivious to these feelings unless someone points them out to me, as was done this evening during our celebration choir dress rehearsal. I came home and almost immediately fell asleep on the couch. I'm going to bed now with this Mary Baker statement in my mind.

Namaste...

"I have learned a great secret.

I have learned how to demonstrate, I have learned how to make Science a thing of life, not of words.

I am going to tell you what the secret is, and it is wonderful.

It is this: Not to see or hear or repeat any kind of imperfection.

It is seeing and hearing and repeating good only, at all times and under all circumstances, and in spite of everything that appears to the contrary.

I make this resolve every morning, when I first open my eyes, and I renew it every hour of the day.

I see perfection in myself, in my friends, in my so-called enemy, in my affairs and in world affairs.

I take my radical stand for the perfection of God and everything and for everything and everybody [It] has created. I look upon the world with God's eyes and see it just as [Love] sees it, and I refuse to see it in any other way.

I stop a dozen times a day, and renew the resolve, and make sure that I am not repeating error or giving way to criticism. I watch my thoughts about people, the lame, the old, the unloved to sense that I pass in the street, stray animals; I except nothing. I have taken my radical stand for perfection and I will not, absolutely will not, relax this perfect standard.

The result has been simply marvelous. Try it and you will find that you forget your glasses; they will become unnecessary.

You will be seeing with God's eyes, [Mind's] perfect sight, and you will behold a perfect universe, the outward condition of your inward thinking. To change the picture you must change the sight that produced the picture." 

By Mary Baker Eddy

Monday, December 6, 2021

Play Bridge!

 


A friend stopped for a visit today. She was on her way to apply for a job at a local restaurant. She is doing this because she needs interaction and stimulation. As she put it, if it weren’t for her husband’s doctors’ appointments, she wouldn’t know what day it was. I further contemplated this situation when I saw an episode of Boston Legal, wherein Betty White plays a character who has outlived all her friends and feels she has no purpose, nor anything which brings enjoyment. As she said, “What am I supposed to do? Go skiing?”  Most things I love to do are well-suited to a sedentary lifestyle, particularly the card game of bridge. I highly encourage everyone to cultivate this skill because you are guaranteed a lifetime of companionship and mental stimulation. Many of the best bridge players in the world are in their 80s and 90s. This activity successfully puts the young and old on the same playing field. Not just young and old, but all social and economical parameters are bypassed in this activity. Warren Buffett can sit at the same table with a penniless teenager and they will be equals. This game has also bridged the limits put on us by the pandemic. It has evolved into an online activity which is better than actually sitting at the table! And if you’re lucky enough to have bridge players within walking distance, you could play in your homes every day, in person. If not, get on the iPad and enjoy games with friends or strangers; competitively or casually. You can learn the game from home, too — so ask me if you’re interested!


"Beauty, wealth, or fame is incompetent to meet the demands of the affections, and should never weigh against the better claims of intellect, goodness, and virtue. Happiness is spiritual, born of Truth and Love. It is unselfish, therefore it cannot exist alone, but requires all mankind to share it." Mary Baker Eddy - Science & Health Page 57 

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