Sleeping with Bread

” I say it is useless to waste your life on one path, especially if that path has no heart.”

Can’t say but maybe it is because I am older with life experiences that helps me realize that what I choose to do and where I choose to place myself either feeds, or starves, my soul. What I do know is that I no longer wish to be where it is not life giving. And, I do have a choice.

Sometimes, we don’t know if a path in front of us will give life until we take it and experience it for ourselves. At some point, you will know, and if the conclusion is no, it is incumbent to consider taking the next fork on the path.

So how do we hold on to what gives us life and let go of what doesn’t?

I will leave with an excerpt from a simple book titled, Sleeping with Bread: Holding What Gives You Life.

During the bombing raids of World War II, thousands of children were orphaned and left to starve. The fortunate ones were rescued and placed in refugee camps where they received food and good care. But many of these children who had lost so much could not sleep at night. They feared waking up to find themselves once again homeless and without food. Nothing seemed to reassure them. Finally, someone hit upon the idea of giving each child a piece of bread to hold at bedtime. Holding their bread, these children could finally sleep in peace. All through the night the bread reminded them, “Today I ate and I will eat again tomorrow.”

“Everything can be taken from a man but one thing: the last of his freedoms – to choose one’s attitudes in any given set of circumstances, to choose one’s own way.”

God Bless, and feel free to comment

ps. the featured image at the top of this blog was taken by my son, Phillip and the man in the image is my other son, Joseph. They both recently returned from a sightseeing trip to Scotland.

Tears have become bread

“Silence is God’s first language; everything else is a poor translation.” 

― Thomas Keating, Invitation to Love: The Way of Christian Contemplation

Like the deer that yearns for running streams, so my soul is yearning for you, my God. My soul is thirsting for God, the God of my life; when can I enter and see the face of God? My tears have become my bread,… (Psalm 42)

I’ve recently returned from a six day silent retreat at Cedarbrake Retreat Center in Belton Texas. It was the most “silent” silent retreat I have ever attended. It was a powerful followup to the guided online course that I had just finished on the Spirituality of the Twelve Steps offered on (www.cac.org).

The featured image (above) is from one of the many trails that were available in the Texas hill country.

I am at a crossroad in my life and needed a new and fresh “life-giving” path. The retreat came at a time when I needed to slow-down and get off (for at least a moment) what I call the “spinning wheel” of everyday emotions and distractions.

There were 21 people attending; 16 women and 4 men. We only spoke briefly to introduce ourselves and on the last day we offered a brief commentary of our experience and during our final meal together. I was able to let go of certain attachments and over-identifications. I had never felt such solitude with the divine indwelling Spirit, allowing me to weep as needed, and yet still be in deep communion with everyone else.

The retreat was focused on the practice of contemplative prayer practiced in the form of centering prayer as developed by Fr. Thomas Keating who spent more than seventy years in sustained practice and devotion to the spiritual life.

In the following 9min video, Franciscan priest Fr. Richard Rohr has a wonderful explanation of Contemplative Prayer.

Over the years, I have read much of Fr. Rohr’s writings. And during the retreat, I did a second reading of his book titled, Immortal Diamond – The Search for our True Self. See book recommendations for more synopsis.

The image (below) of Christ’s Ascension was the backdrop to the chapel altar. What is most profound is Christ’s outstretched and all embracing arms that gather us to him. It is a fitting symbol for my time and experience at Cedarbrake.

In closing, one of the functional benefits of my attendance was to experience and learn a structure for contemplative prayer at home. It has reinvigorated my prayer-relationship with the Beloved. I will continue to write, as the Spirit allows.

God Bless

Underwater Breathing

“And then one day, – and I still don’t know how it happened – the sea came. Without warning. Without welcome, …”

excerpt: Breathing Under Water by Carol Bieleck, R.S.C.J.

The following are my journal reflections generated from an 8wk guided study on the spirituality of the twelve steps based on Fr. Richard Rohr’s book titled, Breathing Under Water, Spirituality and the Twelve Steps. Below is an excerpt from page xvii of his book.

Note: The title of Rohr’s book “Breathing Under Water,” is a metaphor pointing to our human struggle (ie. breathing) to live in a fallen world (ie. underwater). We have a choice to remain in our pain and resultant addictions, …or move through it.

“We are all spiritually powerless, however, and not just those physically addicted to a substance, which is why I (Rohr) address this book to everyone. Alcoholics just have their powerlessness visible for all to see. The rest of us disguise it in different ways, and overcompensate for our more hidden and subtle addictions and attachments, especially our addiction to our way of thinking.” See book recommendations.

Step 3: In what ways has your (over) reaching for happiness in life failed?

Not sure this qualifies as a failure but there is certainly an element of sadness to it.

I do have a highly sensitive and playful heart but it is not what people first see (which for the most part is on me). I’m always analyzing my thoughts and those of others in search of deeper truths . Since this is so much a part of my inner life – I am sure this mental activity is projected outward to others and is difficult for others. My creative and critical thought processes (and articulations) are not heavily filtered through my heart.  I am difficult to read. My persona does not automatically engender “good” first impressions.  As much as I accept the reality of everyone’s imperfections and idiosyncrasies (including my own) – I do not handle (perceived) hypocrisy and ignorance very well which comes across as arrogant and offensive.  The analytical mind prevails.

20+ years ago, I made a decision to open my “inner life” to the outside. A deliberate path of maturing into a “generosity” of self. To live completely open and honest is my way of respecting others, including myself. It is no small step for a natural introvert. This is what I’ve learned:

  • When I’ve closed my thoughts, emotions, and feelings to others: people signaled that they either liked me, didn’t like me, or were indifferent.
  • When I’ve opened my thoughts, emotions, and feelings to others: people signaled that they either liked me, didn’t like me, or were indifferent.

What people think of me does matters but it has more to do with who they are and that is OK. Nowadays my interior work is centered on accepting myself as I am (in this moment) with a faith and hope in being known and loved by the Beloved. I am slowly learning to accept the authority of the Beloved – to say who I am.

Step 4: Make a searching and fearless moral inventory of ourselves “Most people do not see things as they are, they see things as they are.”

Rohr writes, “Evil succeeds only by disguising itself as good, necessary, or helpful. It relies upon camouflage to have its way and must get us to doubt our inherent dignity, just as Jesus’ temptations in the desert. The very fact that anyone can do stupid, cruel, or destructive things shows that they are at that moment unconscious and unaware. Think about that: Evil proceeds from a lack of consciousness.”

I’ve had just as much moral failure as anyone else and have long reflected and still wondering “What part of my brain was not working (unconscious) allowing me to act as though there was no harm in it?”

In the late 80’s I had just been hired for a new job in technology. Paper forms of corporate correspondence was the norm. Computers and the internet where just beginning to show up.

One morning, the boss and I were discussing this new fangled corporate idea called “email.” It was being tested  by a few in the office. He said, that he did not have time in the day to learn email.

I replied, “You do have time to learn,” thinking that he had about six months before email would be mandated for everyone. I was offering my “brilliant” technological insight. He was highly offended by my comment, “who is this (new employee) contradicting me (ie the boss) that I had time – when I said that I did not?”  

The above is an everyday common example of interpersonal communications between two people. There is no conscious intent to harm but offense, as minor as it was, still occurred. Who is to say that small mustard seed of resentment would not mature into something much greater.  If I had to label the sin in this encounter, it would be pride. My pride of intellect and his pride of position and power. We were both operating from our own (different) frame of unconsciousness.

Fortunately, the interpersonal tension did not stay “hidden and camouflaged” for long. The boss and I were soon able to convey (openly and honestly) our misguided assumptions. Our relationship ultimately formed into a long lasting and mutually respectful relationship.

Step 9: Making amends. “Make direct amends to such people wherever possible, except when to do so would injure them or others.”

Rohr writes, “It is face-to-face encounters, although usually difficult after a hurt, that do the most good in the long run, even if the other party rebuffs you at the first attempt. You opened the door from your side, and it thus remains open, unless you reclose it.” 

How does that statement resonate with your experience?

Back when I was 16, I was often hired by my next door neighbor to sell fireworks for the holiday season.  I operated with a cashbox that I turned in at the end of each day. I often worked by myself and one season had talked myself into lifting a few 5 dollar bills until I had accumulated $25. It didn’t gnaw on me till after I left home for military service. My neighbors had always been very good to me and should not have taken from them what was not mine. Once I got back, I decided to return the $25 in order to make amends. Except that I did not have the courage to do it personal and “face-to-face” even though I knew they would easily forgive. So instead, I put $25 in the church collection basket (in their name). It has rung hollow in me ever since.

Now, some 40 years later: I do not believe I am going to eternal damnation over this but I have to admit my consciousness is still not completely clear.

Even though I did not keep financial gain by taking what did not belong to me, sufficient reparation was not made and thereby was not fully healed or transformed. If I had the chance, I would redo that event with a face-to-face encounter.

ps. Hold onto the Beloved’s Mercy and give Fr. Rohr’s book a “look-see.”

Seeds of Contemplation

“Every moment of every event of every man’s life on earth plants something in his soul.”

Thomas Merton

Several decades ago, I came across this old wisdom tale. it continues to influence me especially when difficult things happen. It’s underlying message points to what it means to be a contemplative. 

One day in late summer, an old farmer was working in his field with his old sick horse. The farmer felt compassion for the horse and desired to lift its burden. So he left his horse loose to go the mountains and live out the rest of its life.

Soon after, neighbors from the nearby village visited, offering their condolences and said, “What a shame.  Now your only horse is gone.  How unfortunate you are!. You must be very sad. How will you live, work the land, and prosper?” The farmer replied: “Who knows? We shall see”.

Two days later the old horse came back now rejuvenated after meandering in the mountainsides while eating the wild grasses. He came back with twelve new younger and healthy horses which followed the old horse into the corral. 

Word got out in the village of the old farmer’s good fortune and it wasn’t long before people stopped by to congratulate the farmer on his good luck.  “How fortunate you are!” they exclaimed. You must be very happy!”  Again, the farmer softly said, “Who knows? We shall see.”

At daybreak on the next morning, the farmer’s only son set off to attempt to train the new wild horses, but the farmer’s son was thrown to the ground and broke his leg.  One by one villagers arrived during the day to bemoan the farmer’s latest misfortune.  “Oh, what a tragedy!  Your son won’t be able to help you farm with a broken leg. You’ll have to do all the work yourself, How will you survive? You must be very sad”.  they said.  Calmly going about his usual business the farmer answered, “Who knows? We shall see”

Several days later a war broke out. The Emperor’s men arrived in the village demanding that young men come with them to be conscripted into the Emperor’s army.  As it happened the farmer’s son was deemed unfit because of his broken leg.  “What very good fortune you have!!” the villagers exclaimed as their own young sons were marched away. “You must be very happy.” “Who knows? We shall see!”, replied the old farmer as he headed off to work his field alone.

As time went on the broken leg healed but the son was left with a slight limp. Again the neighbors came to pay their condolences. “Oh what bad luck. Too bad for you”!  But the old farmer simply replied; “Who knows? We shall see.”

As it turned out the other young village boys had died in the war and the old farmer and his son were the only able bodied men capable of working the village lands. The old farmer became wealthy and was very generous to the villagers. They said: “Oh how fortunate we are, you must be very happy”, to which the old farmer replied, “Who knows? We shall see!” 

ps.

It is human nature to label things and experiences in life then judge it either good or bad. It’s how our minds tend to function. Contemplative thinking requires a conscious effort to avoid what I (or others) judge as good or bad. If we believe in a transcendent, loving Creator, then we can be secure that we are simply not the final determinant of Eternal Truth, or Reality. Instead:

We hold faith in the love of God which seeks us in every situation, and seeks our good.

And when I fail to keep joy and grief on equal footing in my journey of transformation toward who the Beloved created me to be, …I am to catch and remind myself: For it is God’s love that warms me in the sun and God’s love that sends the cold rain.

“Who knows? We shall see!”

May I always seek and choose hard truth over lies, illusions and fantasies.

Have you ever experienced something so devastating in life that once past the immediate pain was able to recognize the gift of new life and the sweet security of God’s insight and wisdom?

Feel free to comment

Shipwrecked

“These are the only genuine ideas, the ideas of the shipwrecked. All the rest is rhetoric, posturing, farce.” (Jose-Ortega y Gasset)

Two years ago, I walked alone in my backyard meditating upon my fortunate circumstances and feelings of gratitude to God: He had given me 10 years of marriage to a woman whom I deeply loved. We co-ministered in the church. We were both free from debt and could live each day as we each desired. I was ordained a RC deacon the previous year. My vision of service to my community, study and teaching of scripture was manifest. I can even remember myself thinking “it seemed too good.”

Six months later, my ship ran aground. All within the span of three days: my personal and public life/ identity as a married man and clergy ended.  The depth of mental and emotional shock and grief is beyond words.  

I certainly could not make sense of it (and still cant). All I could then and can do now is accept and walk the path in front of me. I told myself that I would be “kind” to myself and ward off any sense of self-shame. Knowing that people’s first presumption was that I had done something to cause this, I accepted it would take time for the highest truth to be revealed. The teachings from the biblical story of Job was never far from my mind.   

As I write this, eighteen months have since past. A year ago, I began this blog of sharing share my joy and journey through art, contemplation, and lived experience. It is a means of keeping my mind, heart, and spirit active and open to others. 

The divorce finalized in March and I let go of the rope tethering the “marriage-boat.” It is now floating somewhere downriver.

About six weeks ago, The “Grace of Wisdom” that I knew would come – did come. It was triggered by two painful and separate events by individuals operating within an institutional culture of blindness and hardness. My response was an emotional flood of tears followed by a decision to let go and accept that I can no longer participate or heal in any “space” that fails to recognize the God given value of my soul, or that of any other. The only question I held upon entering clerical formation has been adequately answered through time, first-hand experience and (I believe) God’s gift of Holy Wisdom. I remain faithful to the vow of obedience I gave to God’s Word.

So, I’ve let go of this second boat with holy conviction that the Beloved will continue to lead me in sanctity: by paths I cannot understand.

The second boat which has been holding my grief remains stuck on its sandbar (untethered) only waiting for the tide to come in and take it away.

ps Last week I began an 8wk guided study on Spirituality and the Twelve Steps (cac.org). The program uses Fr. Richard Rohr’s book titled, Breathing Under Water (see Book Recommendations). It is a work expressing my desire for deeper transformation into the “divine nature” (2 Peter 1:4) and bringing about a “new creation” (Galatians 6:15). 

The featured image is a collage constructed from images taken from various magazines. It is a practice called “Soul Collage” learned from a workshop attended last year.  The constructed image articulates my soul/spirit escaping the confines of ego identification or any other attachments that obstruct healing and fulfillment of my God given human dignity and worth.

Here is a question that I will leave you to ponder: What conscious choices do you make in your day that nurture your soul?

Feel free to leave a comment

The Innermost Chamber

“Never give authority to anything other than Love – to say who you are.”

Scripture tells us that we were created in the image and likeness of the Creator (Gen 1:26) and that our existence is in God, and God in us (Jn 17:21-23). As children of the Beloved, we inherit a participation in God’s divine life (2 Peter 1:4).

So, where is our center of “image and likeness,” and how do we partake??

From the center of the soul, Teresa teaches, God is calling. The driving force of our existence is our longing to find our way home to him. This quest involves passage through the seven essential chambers of the interior castle (her metaphor of the soul). Our doorway to the castle is contemplative prayer which is prayer of “receptivity in the unknowing.”

Below, you will traverse simple illustrations as well as short excerpts taken directly from The Interior Castle originally written in Teresa’s native Spanish and translated to English by Mirabai Starr.

Mansions 1, 2, and 3

Entry into the castle is guarded by a host of venomous creatures (the ego self) whose mission is to thwart the soul’s journey to union with the Beloved by distracting with all kinds of insidious worldly temptations. Many choose not to enter. They do not hear God.

Even once the soul succeeds in entering the castle, she can be sure that various nasty reptiles (ie. our brokenness, shame, idolatry, the ego self) will sneak in behind her, persisting in their efforts to lead the soul astray. The soul’s only hope is to cultivate a discipline of humility and self-knowledge.

If the soul can quit trying to figure God out with the mind and concentrate on feeling in the heart, … a surrender of personal will to the will of the Beloved, one can progress to the fourth dwelling.

4th Mansion

What a wondrous abode this is! The fourth dwelling is the balance point between the first three dwellings, where the soul evolves through one’s own conscious effort, and the final three dwellings where God takes over. It is the place where the natural and supernatural commingle. The senses and the intellect are recollected, stilled, and fall to the background. The ego no longer has authority or final say in defining our “true-self,” which is our God given identity.

5th Mansion

In the fifth dwelling, the soul becomes engaged to marry God. What joy! The soul experiences this promise of infused contemplation. When the soul emerges from this state it is led without a shred of doubt that one’s soul is in God and God is in one’s soul.

Teresa employs the metaphor of a silkworm that miraculously spins itself a house of the most exquisite material and then climbs in it to die. The house, Teresa explains, is Christ, and the worm is the soul before she has been transformed by union with the Beloved into a beautiful white butterfly. Only by dying to our small separate selves can we be set free to fly home to God. Everything in God is God which calls us to conform through love.

6th Mansion

In the sixth dwelling, the soul and God get to know one another better. As they spend more time alone together, they fall more deeply in love. The soul in the sixth dwelling experiences this love as a searing wound. Sometimes the pain is expressed as unbearable longing; other times it manifests in the form of terrible afflictions. Sometimes the torment comes through malicious gossip and misunderstanding from people the soul felt closest to; the kind of betrayal, says Teresa, “takes the biggest bite out of her.”

Still, much of the soul’s suffering in this place is infused with an ineffable happiness. Healing comes in the 7th mansion.

7th Mansion

The soul has arrived at the innermost chamber where the Beloved dwells. Full union is complete. The separate self is annihilated. Like rain falling into an infinite sea, all boundaries between the soul and God melt. There is only love.

Still, says Teresa, until the beatific vision given after death, the soul must eventually recover its individuality even from this ultimate melding and return to the ordinary world, but forever changed. The soul has dissolved into God reemerging with a vibrant wakefulness.

Teresa conceives of this experience as a living realization of the three divine Persons. The Father, the Son, and the Holy Spirit reveal themselves simultaneously to the soul in this moment. “Through a wondrous kind of knowledge,” Teresa writes “the soul apprehends the truth that all three divine Persons are one substance and one power and one knowing and one God alone.”

It is where we exist and have our being.

ps. I may follow with another blog with more personal wanderings through St. Teresa’s writings of the contemplative journey. Although, there can be no substitute to your own reading of her autobiography, writings, and self experiential journey. The two books I have used are listed in the recommendation section. Also check out www.cac.org. The 8wk guided study is offered several throughout the year. It was a fruitful and timely experience.

“Our soul is God given and worth all that God is worth.”

In this moment, you are “fully” blessed and beloved in the presence of the Beloved. The world cannot change that divine truth. But know …that it will try. Refuse it.

The main featured image, “Love and Marriage,” is a bit whimsical but not without a relevant thread to this blog’s content. I will leave it at that.

How much is a soul worth?

Mansions 1, 2, and 3

“God calls to us in countless little ways all the time. [Even] Through illness and suffering and through sorrow he calls to us. To a truth glimpsed fleetingly in a state of prayer he calls to us. No matter how half hearted such insights may be. God rejoices whenever we learn what he is trying to teach us.” (Teresa)

Teresa’s metaphor of the Interior Castle “with many rooms,” points to our soul. The seven mansions allegorize our interior or spiritual journey of movement or maturity to full(er) union with the Beloved.

In general, mansions 1, 2, and 3 reflect our underlying habitual tendency to be aware of and responsive to God’s sustaining presence in our life and how we bear witness to that daily: in how we treat ourselves and how we treat other people. How we bear witness – becomes the earthly visibility of our mansion.

Following is a recent experience that illustrates (for me) these teachings.

Last week, I took a walk through my neighborhood. As I rounded a turn I saw up the road three young girls, about 10 years of age, at the end of their driveway. They were jumping up and down with joyful excitement.  There was a table and one of the girls was holding up a poster. From the distance it looked like a lemonade stand. It is not a busy road and they just saw their first and likely only customer. My first response was to look for a side street that would allow me to cut away. There was none. It was either walk forward or make an about-face. As much as I enjoy engaging with young children, something inside did not want to deal with these three excited young girls who were doing something that apparently meant a great deal to them. I chose or more aptly put, resigned to continue forward.

The sign read: LEMONADE: $1

As I reluctantly approached I asked, “What are you girls selling?” Lemonade, they replied. I told them I wasn’t carrying any money. They said, “It doesn’t matter would you like some? I really didn’t but thought of the effect of refusing such a simple and generous gift from a child. I said, Sure, What kind of lemonade is it?  Pink lemonade they said. The first girl grabbed the cup, the second handled the ice, and the third poured the lemonade. They had prepared their business plan.

After taking my first sip of lemonade, I asked them what school they went to and learned that they went to the same elementary school that I attended some 50+ years ago. It was to me an interesting coincidence and segue to a fun chat. I was absorbed in the joyful spirit of those three young girls. Soon the mom came out and we spoke a bit longer and then resumed my walk home – sipping on my cold pink lemonade.

Once I got home, I had to reflect upon the subtle nature of this invitation to divine grace – offered through the innocent play of children. Sadly, had there been a convenient way out, I would have taken it. Which prompted me to reflect and to ask the Spirit of Wisdom – what inside of me prompted me to seek for a convenient escape. What was God hoping to teach me? I patiently await enlightenment while grateful that (once again) I received the Beloved’s blessing and gift – in spite of my own will.

Today, as I complete this writing, a bit over a week has past and I write a followup to the above:

Last week, I almost turned my back on three children at play but did not. Because of this, my soul was absorbed into a youthful innocence and holy joy. I thank my Beloved.

This week someone turned their back on me. I was on the receiving end of another institutional disregard for truth, justice, and my soul. Just as I had experienced at the lemonade stand, my soul was absorbed into a divine truth that shed great light but instead resulted in a cry of anguish. Its truth was not sentimental and as I began to recover and (re) affirm my preference for truth over illusion. I offered my gratitude to the Beloved.

The Beloved and the chaos of this “world” both invite and call for our souls. It is without escape but in free will – I am to choose the depth of complicity.

“We can only learn to know ourselves and do what we can – namely, surrender our will and fulfill God’s will in us.” — St. Teresa of Ávila

ps. next blog – 4th mansion

The Interior Castle, St Teresa

“I myself can come up with nothing as magnificent as the beauty and amplitude of a soul.”

Teresa of Avila, from The Interior Castle

Following is the introduction from The Interior Castle by Mirabai Starr titled, “The Calling.”

There is a secret place.

A radiant sanctuary. As real as your own kitchen. More real than that. Constructed of the purest elements. Overflowing with the ten thousand beautiful things. Worlds within worlds. Forests, rivers. Velvet coverlets thrown over featherbeds, fountains bubbling beneath a canopy of stars. Bountiful forests, universal libraries. A wine cellar offering an intoxication so sweet you will never be sober again. A clarity so complete you will never again forget.

This magnificent refuge is inside you. Enter. Shatter the darkness that shrouds the doorway. Step around the poisonous vipers that slither at your feet, attempting to throw you off your course. Be bold. Be humble. Put away the incense and forget the incantations they taught you. Ask no permission from the authorities. Slip away. Close your eyes and follow your breath to the still place that leads to the invisible path that leads you home.

Listen. Softly, the One you love is calling. Listen. At first, you will only hear traces of his voice. Love letters he drops for you in hiding places. In the sound of your baby laughing, in your boyfriend telling you a dream, in a book about loving-kindness, in the sun dipping down below the horizon and a peacock’s tail of purple and orange clouds unfolding behind it, in the nameless sorrow that fills your heart when you wake in the night and remember that the world has gone to war and you are powerless to break up the fight. Let the idle chatter between friends drop down to what matters. Listen. Later his voice will come closer. A whisper you’re almost sure is meant for you fading in and out of the cacophony of thoughts, clearer in the silent space between them. Listen. His call is flute music, far away. Coming closer.

Be brave and walk through the country of your own wild heart. Be gentle and know that you know nothing. Be mindful and remember that every moment can be a prayer. Melting butter, scrambling eggs, lifting fork to mouth, praising God. Typing your daughter’s first short story, praising God. Losing your temper and your dignity with someone you love, praising God. Balancing ecstasy with clear thinking, self-control with self-abandon. Be still. Listen. Keep walking.

What a spectacular kingdom you have entered! Befriending the guards and taming the lions at the gates. Sliding through a crack in the doorway on your prayer rug. Crossing the moat between this world and that, walking on water if you have to, because this is your rightful place. That is your Beloved reclining in the innermost chamber, waiting for you, offering wine from a bottle with your crest on the label. Explore. Rest if you have to, but don’t go to sleep. Head straight for his arms.

And when you have dismissed the serpents of vanity and greed, conquered the lizards of self-importance, and lulled the monkey mind to sleep, your steps will be lighter. When you have given up everything to make a friend a cup of tea and tend her broken heart, stood up against the violation of innocent children and their fathers and mothers, made conscious choices to live simply and honor the earth, your steps will be lighter. When you have grown still on purpose while everything around you is asking for your chaos, you will find the doors between every room of this interior castle thrown open, the path home to your true love unobstructed after all.

No one else controls access to this perfect place. Give yourself your own unconditional permission to go there. Absolve yourself of missing the mark again and again. Believe the incredible truth that the Beloved has chosen for his dwelling place the core of your own being because that is the single most beautiful place in all of creation. Waste no time.

Enter the center of your soul.

___________________________

ps. I have just completed the autobiography of Teresa of Avila and now continuing the contemplative inquiry of this great mystic and teacher with another of her major works: The Interior Castle translated by Mirabai Starr. The book is listed under the recommendation section.

The featured artwork is a piece I completed today through motivation, inspiration, and honor of my mother.

Avila

“I’d love to see what would happen if all those people who think I’m so holy could witness this insanity. I actually feel compassion for my pour soul when she’s in this state. I see that she’s in bad company, and I long to set her free. I turn to the Lord. “When, my God?” I ask him, “When will all my faculties come together to enjoy you at the same time? Do not allow my soul to become fragmented any longer. Each shard seems to pull me in a different direction.”

From the autobiography of St. Teresa of Avila

For the past month, I have been reading the autobiography of St. Teresa of Avila. It is a very human story. This morning I came across her words above. It mirrors my own reflections and of how my own life is a constant searching, or longing for wholeness.

For me, this past year was a painful loss of spouse and sense of identity. Perhaps the loss was nothing more than imaginative fantasy. I do not know. Regardless, there is a re-learning, a (re) ordering of life and much of what was: is no longer.

I do not think that I am alone or any different. We all experience failure or loss throughout our life. Sometimes minor, sometimes major, sometimes joyful, sometimes painful. Simply, …life happens to each of us.

Whether by choice or force, so much of the spiritual life (it seems) is about letting go of our attachments. So when it happens, I hang on to the hope and promises of new life that follow.

I do not care to change but rather go deeper into self- knowledge and self-acceptance of who “I am” in God. This is one aspect of why I am so much enjoying the autobiography of Teresa of Avila with her openness and thoughts on the contemplative life.  She speaks of her struggle as a person whose life is unfolding.

Teresa likened her soul to a castle, with seven interior mansions, all shining with the brilliance of diamonds (hence the featured image). We do not move through these interior mansions of our soul in some chronological order as if we complete one in order to move on to the next. We circulate through them throughout our human life.

She speaks of three levels of prayer (Recollection, Quiet, Union) which parallel the purgative, illuminative, and unitive stages.

At 61, it seems as though I have spent my entire life striving to know who I am. And now I am back at the beginning stage (or mansion) of “know thyself,” again. Do we ever truly know ourselves or does life keep pushing ourselves to “know thyself,” again, and again, … and again. I suppose that I could just ignore my identity or role in this universe, or how the external world sees me. Or is this the universal journey of us all???

Here are Teresa’s (very brief) thoughts of the seven spaces to navigate the various shades of darkness leading to the light.

Prayer of Recollection:

1 – Cultivating self-knowledge

2 – Spiritual confirmations, affirmations, consolations to stay on path

3 – Honing of spiritual skills, insights, self-discipline in contemplative prayer

4 – Our hearts remain open, in spite of ourselves. We cannot fill out the holy mystery with our own minds, intellect. There is a greater awareness of “heart-mind.”

Prayer of Quiet:

5 – We experience a kind of dying to our false self. We give ourselves to the Beloved. There is a bridal mysticism. There is a resting in love

Prayer of Union:

6 – Soul enters into ecstatic suffering and exquisite pain. We come to know God with God’s own mind, to love God with God’s own heart. We look through the eyes of Love

7 – Soul experiences union with God. It is the beginning, not the end. The love is consummated. There is no separation. The only task, or invitation, is to be with your Beloved.

For now, I will conclude with the following paragraph from the book.

“The scattering of the faculties happens to me often. Sometimes it seems obvious to me that this is the cause of most of my health problems. I also think that the legacy of original sin has something to do with our inability to enjoy all blessings in an integral way. Plus my own transgressions exacerbate the problem. If I had not been so unconscious in the past, I would be more integrated now.”

(These little snippets from Teresa do not offer much depth. I have listed an excellent translation by Mirabi Starr of Teresa’s autobiography in the book recommendation).

ps. Feel free to share any comments.

Limbo

I’ve just begun an 8 wk online course on St. Teresa of Avila. The study includes her autobiography and writings of contemplative prayer (Interior Castle). The study is offered by the Center for Action and Contemplation (cac.org).

Down the road (if life and Spirit provide) I will share more of Teresa’s writings on contemplative prayer but for the moment, I would like to share a recent thought provoking insight offered by one of my online classmates. It is in the form of a text thread.

Our facilitator began the class dialogue, this way:

This course and the discussion questions are about you and your sacred companions on this path. This sharing supports your fellow travelers on their journey. And when you read and respond to another’s post, you are, in effect, honoring another’s particularity and gleaning from their experiences, reflections, and wisdom. It is a privilege to be in this sacred space together. Please share:

  • What attracted you to this course on the Interior Castle?
  • What would be helpful for those journeying through this course with you to know about you?

Following is my response and the resulting dialogue from my classmates

(Me:) In my readings, I have encountered references of Teresa and John of the Cross which have piqued my curiosity. So I am exploring and keeping my spirit moving.

(Jane) I like that phrase “exploring and keeping my spirit moving” 

(Me) This morning I was able to recall a short dream where I was with another person and trying to operate the sound bowl James Finley used in the prayer videos. I was unable to effect the harmonious tones.

In my dream, during my “unsuccesful” attempts of effecting the beautiful sounds for my friend, I was recalling my visual memory of how and what I had seen on the video. Kind of like a dream within a dream. 

(Susan) What a beautiful dream! I wonder who your friend was and what he/she signifies to you?  Perhaps at the end of the course, or in due course, you will know deep inside (dream or otherwise) that you can effect those harmonious tones both for yourself and for others.

(Paul) A few years back I wrote a short story about what Catholics call Purgatory. It was about a young man who ended up, inside the Pearly Gates, in his “own room”. He was a guitarist and guess what Jesus handed him to play? A gorgeous acoustic guitar which Jesus played an E chord on; the sound was out of this world, excuse the pun. But when Dave tried to play the same E chord a few seconds later… it was out of tune! He reached for the tuning screws to tune it… and there weren’t any! After a while he began to realize the guitar was him! (finish story later, if you like). Sorry, have to rush off.

(Me) Paul, This may surprise you. Just last week, I shared some of my inner reflections with a couple of friends in that it feels like my life is in limbo (for reasons I may share later).. So yes, I would like to hear the entire story. By the way, I am also a guitarist.

(Paul) Okay, here’s the rest of the story, …although rather truncated.

Dave has had one almighty fight with his brother, Steve (over a girl friend) and that’s why the two brothers end up dead. And before Jesus. Steve comes into Dave’s “room” and Jesus leaves them to sort out the enmity that had been building for some years (and his dad arrives too, since Dave hasn’t spoken to him for close on 15 years). The conversation is difficult, painfully so, but as the three let go of the anger and hurt and really listen to each other, Dave finds his guitar slowly comes into tune. And when they finally reconcile (a very painful experience, but liberating) what better thing to do than play a number together. Which they do!

This is how, in very limited terms, I imagine what we call The Judgement. Not so much a one on one with God as He reveals the shadows we have denied but more as the Need to do whatever it takes, there and then, to reconcile with each other. And apologize to all we have really hurt and forgive those who may have caused us or others enormous pain. Jesus then becomes the Peace between us.

(Me) All I can say is Wow! (end of thread)

ps. I do not know about purgatory, but if there is – Paul’s story hits the chord for me.

Is there someone who needs your forgiveness?

Feel free to share your thoughts – using the comments.

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