My own time on earth has led me to believe in two powerful instruments that turn experience into love: holding and listening. For every time I have held or been held, every time I have listened or been listened to, experience burns like wood in that eternal fire and I find myself in the presence of love. This has always been so. Consider these two old beliefs that carry the wisdom and challenge of holding and listening.
The first is the age-old notion that when holding a shell to your ear, you can hear the ocean. It always seems to work. The scrutiny of medicine has revealed that when you hold that shell to your ear, you actually hear your own pulsations, the ocean of your blood being played back to you. Yet this fact does not diminish this mystery. It only enhances it. For holding a shell to our ear teaches us how to hear the Whole through the part, and how to find the Universe within us. It teaches us that when we dare to hold another being, like a shell, to our ear, we hear both the mystery of all life and the ocean of our own blood.
Amazingly, each being has the story of the Universe encoded within them. Each soul is a shell shaped by the currents of the deep. Even physically, the inner ear — that delicate source of balance — is shaped like a conch. And so, whatever is held and listened to will show us where it lives in the world and in us.
This brings us to the second belief: the folklore that if a horse breaks a leg, it must be put down. I've discovered that this isn't true. Oh it's true that it happens. Breeders shoot horses with broken legs as if there's nothing to be done. But now I know they do this for themselves, not wanting to care for a horse that cannot run.
In just this way, fearful and selfish people cut the cord to those who are broken, not wanting to sit with a friend who can't find tomorrow, not wanting to be saddled with someone who will slow them down, not wanting to face what is broken in themselves. In this lies the challenge of compassion. For when we dare to hold those forced to the ground, dare to hold them close, the truth of holding and listening sings and we are carried into the wisdom of broken bones and how things heal.
These are quiet braveries we all need. The courage to wait and watch with all of who we are. The courage to admit that we are not alone. The courage to hold each other to the ear of our heart. And the courage to care for things that are broken.
The practice ground for these braveries is always the small things at hand. Somehow, through the practice of doing small things with great love, as Mother Teresa puts it, we learn how to be brave. In truth, the work of love is tending to small things completely. Such tending opens the mystery. By the large-heartedness of our smallest attention, we enter the ocean of love that carries us all.
Simply and profoundly, the work of love is to love. For in that act, the Universe comes alive. Such aliveness is the space that opens between us, as Martin Buber says, when two bow and touch in a true way.
Mark Nepo from "The Exquisite Risk: Daring to Live an Authentic Life"
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The Pilgrim and the Poustinik - a very short story
The pilgrim had been traveling for many days, through many moons. He had seen much during his journey, learned many things, but still had not found what his heart was searching for.
Finally, while walking at night in a dark wood where only small, barely visible animal paths guided him, he saw a dim glow in the distance. As he got closer he realized the light came from a small dwelling, a shack which seemed to glow itself? He approached the poustinia with both great anticipation and great fear.
Now at the door he could make out the form of an old hermit, a poustinik. “Ah pilgrim, I have been waiting for you, welcome.” “Sir, who are you?” asked the pilgrim. “Who I am does not matter, but I have your answer.”
The pilgrim was puzzled but mysteriously hopeful. He had not even posed the question on his heart, he had only asked “Who are you?” “Come, tell me of your travels, what have you seen and learned?” The poustinik seemed genuinely interested to hear the pilgrim’s story?
The pilgrim seemed to sense that the poustinik already knew all about his journey, that he had somehow seen it all? So, his reply was short but to the point of his heart. “I have traveled many miles through many countries and towns, yet I still have not found the answer. Sir, can you tell me, what is the meaning of life?”
“I will tell you pilgrim what your heart already knows, and has known since your birth. Love (God) and enjoy (Them) forever.” A great pause followed . . .
The pilgrim knew immediately that this was indeed The Answer to his question, to all questions. He pondered the depth and the love for what seemed like hours?!
“But how do I do this Sir? What does this life look like?”
“For each one emanating from Divine LOVE Themselves it will look different yet the same. We all love (God) by loving what They have created. In serving and caring for all Creation; earth, plants, animals, humans, we are returning the great LOVE we have received. So, you see though it will look different for each of us, it is the same.”
The pilgrim bowed his head, gave thanks, and left the way he had come, but transformed with peace and contentment in his heart.
}:- ♥️ a.m.
Hoofnote: This story, this dream vision came to me just before I awoke this morning. I share it in gratitude. ♥️🙏🏼[Hide Full Comment]
On Jul 27, 2019 Marc Samuel wrote:
This made me happy, which has been rare recently. Thanks for sharing and writing this. -Marc
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