Pema Chodron – when things fall apart

In this article Maria Popova looks at Pema Chodron’s book “When Things Fall Apart: Heart Advice for Difficult Times.”

As we all work through our difficult times, these treasures are a wonderful reminder. Some quotes to whet your appetite:

“Fear is a universal experience. Even the smallest insect feels it. We wade in the tidal pools and put our finger near the soft, open bodies of sea anemones and they close up. Everything spontaneously does that. It’s not a terrible thing that we feel fear when faced with the unknown. It is part of being alive, something we all share. We react against the possibility of loneliness, of death, of not having anything to hold on to. Fear is a natural reaction to moving closer to the truth.

“If we commit ourselves to staying right where we are, then our experience becomes very vivid. Things become very clear when there is nowhere to escape.”

“To stay with that shakiness — to stay with a broken heart, with a rumbling stomach, with the feeling of hopelessness and wanting to get revenge — that is the path of true awakening. Sticking with that uncertainty, getting the knack of relaxing in the midst of chaos, learning not to panic — this is the spiritual path.”

“Hopelessness is the basic ground. Otherwise, we’re going to make the journey with the hope of getting security… Begin the journey without hope of getting ground under your feet. Begin with hopelessness.”

Check out the full article:

https://www.brainpickings.org/2017/07/17/when-things-fall-apart-pema-chodron/?mc_cid=ba0cc5f88d&mc_eid=aba969cd81

Poetry – Kindness, and Sorrow

Kindness

Naomi Shihab Nye, 1952

 Before you know what kindness really is
you must lose things,
feel the future dissolve in a moment
like salt in a weakened broth.
What you held in your hand,
what you counted and carefully saved,
all this must go so you know
how desolate the landscape can be
between the regions of kindness.

How you ride and ride
thinking the bus will never stop,
the passengers eating maize and chicken
will stare out the window forever.

Before you learn the tender gravity of kindness
you must travel where the Indian in a white poncho
lies dead by the side of the road.
You must see how this could be you,
how he too was someone
who journeyed through the night with plans
and the simple breath that kept him alive.

Before you know kindness as the deepest thing inside,
you must know sorrow as the other deepest thing.
You must wake up with sorrow.
You must speak to it till your voice
catches the thread of all sorrows
and you see the size of the cloth.
Then it is only kindness that makes sense anymore,
only kindness that ties your shoes
and sends you out into the day to gaze at bread,
only kindness that raises its head
from the crowd of the world to say
It is I you have been looking for,
and then goes with you everywhere
like a shadow or a friend.

Shoreline Dances of Universal Peace

Please join Lesley, Hayra and Zarifah, AND CHECK BACK IN CASE OF SNOW
CANCELLATION.

Will confirm or cancel on dupnw BY NOON ON FRIDAY (and I will post it here as well)

*February 8th, 2019, 7:30-9:30pm*
*And All 2nd Fridays*

**Namaste Yoga Studio*

*The Evergreen Building 18021 15th Ave. NE, Suite 101 Shoreline, WA 98155 *

Poetry for your heart – precious remembrance

Today I want to share poetry from two of my favorites: the recently transitioned and missed, Mary Oliver, and the inimitable David Whyte as important reminders of the precious beauty of our world and our lives:

The Deer

You never know.
The body of night opens
like a river, it drifts upward like white smoke,

like so many wrappings of mist.
And on the hillside two dear are walking along
just as though this wasn’t

the owned, tilled earth of today
but the past.
I did not see them the next day, or the next,

but in my mind’s eye –
there they are, in the long grass,
like two sisters.

This is the earnest work.  Each of us is given
only so many mornings to do it –
to look around and love

the oily fur of our lives,
the hoof and the grass-stained muzzle.
Days I don’t do this

I feel the terror of idleness,
like a red thirst.
Death isn’t just an idea.

When we die the body breaks open
like a river;
the old body goes on, climbing the hill.

~ Mary Oliver ~

(House of Light)

The Journey

Above the mountains
the geese turn into
the light again

Painting their
black silhouettes
on an open sky.

Sometimes everything
has to be
enscribed across
the heavens

so you can find
the one line
already written
inside you.

Sometimes it takes
a great sky
to find that

small, bright
and indescribable
wedge of freedom
in your own heart.

Sometimes with
the bones of the black
sticks left when the fire
has gone out

someone has written
something new
in the ashes of your life.

You are not leaving
you are arriving.

~ David Whyte ~

(House of Belonging)

Traveling and communing on the SW border

Dear friends,

I have been traveling with my wonderful Seattle Peace Chorus on the SW border for the last week. We are a little over half way through this heart breaking and heart warming experience.

We have witnessed the incredible strength, persistence, and power of our beloved sibling immigrants who have risked their lives fleeing violence and poverty mostly due to years of the capitalist and colonialist foreign policies of our government.

These people are kind, compassionate, incredibly hard working, and intelligent. They, like most immigrants, would add deep richness to our country but in a horribly ironic, tragic travesty of inhumanity that is in fact a violation of international laws, not to mention a sin against our fellow humans, we place more and more barriers in their way as they attempt to navigate our absurd immigration process.

Imagine traveling 8 months from central America while pregnant with 3 young children because you feared for your life. Arriving finally at the border to be stopped by the border patrol before you entered the U.S., told to leave and come back later even to be able to apply for asylum.

Now you are stuck in a dangerous Mexican town with no where to go, wandering the streets with your small children. If you are lucky, a good person finds you and gives you shelter until you’re allowed to finally go through and apply for asylum.

This is only the beginning. With the new policy you are now sent back to Mexico to wait for your Credible Fear Interview (against international law).

Finally you are able to have your interview, an entirely arbitrary decision is made by an ICE administrator. Best case, they are in a good mood and you have managed to learn enough to present your case (it must be in English regardless of your language) and you are given an A number and taken to the hielera (cooler) kept 30 degrees colder than outside, often separate from your children whom you can hear screaming from their cooler nearby. There are no beds, just concrete benches and flimsy aluminum blankets. You may be left there 7-9 days.

Then they move you the the Perrera (dog pound) a caged box in the detention center meant to hold 6 people but filled with as many as 30 other immigrant families again all concrete, to await your immigration trial before a judge.

This can last weeks before you finally have your time before the overworked judges. Again, their ruling is entirely arbitrary – not based on precedent, but on the whim of the judge.

If you are granted asylum (and btw your children are tried separately) you are sent to detention – jailed for no reason, some are separate from your children.

Because these are for profit prisons and are required to keep their 39,000 beds full you may spend months in this prison environment.

When you are released (you must have obtained a sponsor who sends you a ticket) ICE loads you in a bus and drops off at the airport or the bus station. You may have no food, money, or any idea what to do next. In our local Tacoma detention center they just send them out the gate with no transportation!

Again, if you are lucky there are some of the amazing volunteers there that we’ve met who help you find your way, give you food, directions, and a backpack of supplies and toys.

You’re finally in your country with family or friends but you still have to report regularly to ICE and may well (again arbitrarily) be wearing an ankle bracelet tracking device.

Hold this image in your hearts. We are treating these gentle, sweet human family like criminals and in the name of corporate profit treating them like animals against all human compassion.

Here is a poem I found:

This is what was bequeathed us:
This earth the beloved left
And, leaving,
Left to us. No other world
But this one:
Willows and the river
And the factory
With its black smokestacks. No other shore, only this bank
On which the living gather. No meaning but what we find here.
No purpose but what we make. That, and the beloved’s clear instructions:
Turn me into song; sing me awake. ~ Gregory Orr ~

Sufi Saturday February 2

Beloveds, Everyone is welcome to this gathering of HEART in community

with friends and experienced travelers of the path guided by

Akbar, Hamid, Sheikh Mansur, Wakil, Zarifah and myself.

Pianist Daneshmand will accompany the Zikr.

In addition to our practice, throughout 2019 we will prepare to host the Ruhaniat Jamiat Khas,

the annual meeting of representatives of our lineage from throughout the world.

Over 120 guests are expected; we anticipate an open-to-all evening program in Seattle.

Love & MORE LOVE, Murshida Khadija

Sufi Ruhaniat Int’l Sufi Saturday & Zikr    Saturday February 2, 2019

”Traveling the Path of Love, in Love, to Love…”

2:30–6 pm • SUFI PRACTICE

Practice • Dances of Universal Peace • Meditation

Teachings • Sohbet • Healing Service

6 pm • POTLUCK      7 pm • ZIKR & TURNING

Lake City, WA • INFORMATION (206) 850-2111 • halway@comcast.net

2844 NE 117th Street, Seattle, WA 98115 • Park on street, walk down

Ruhaniat SUFI SATURDAYS are usually offered on first Saturdays:

More 2019: March 2 • April 6 • May 4 • June 1 • July 6 • August 3

September 7 • October 5 • November 9(2nd Saturday)  December 7

Seattle Peace Chorus Trip to the SW

Dear friends,

As I’ve mentioned before – our choir, the Seattle Peace Chorus is heading to the Southwest tomorrow to share the beauty of music with our friends who are working with immigrants and with the immigrants themselves.

We will also be assisting with some of the work while we are down there – and we are donating money that we have raised through the following gofundme page to two of the non-profits that are doing such important work on the border.

Please hold us in your prayers and thoughts.

Again, with the travel and work we’ll be doing, these blog postings may come less often – but I hold you all in my heart and meditations.

If you’d like to help out financially, your donation would be deeply appreciated:

https://www.gofundme.com/spc-music-crosses-borders-tour

Honoring Mary Oliver

When Death Comes 

When death comes
like the hungry bear in autumn
when death comes and takes all the bright coins from his purse 

to buy me, and snaps his purse shut;
when death comes
like the measle-pox; 

when death comes
like an iceberg between the shoulder blades, 

I want to step through the door full of curiosity, wondering;
what is it going to be like, that cottage of darkness? 

And therefore I look upon everything
as a brotherhood and a sisterhood,
and I look upon time as no more than an idea,
and I consider eternity as another possibility, 

and I think of each life as a flower, as common 
as a field daisy, and as singular, 

and each name a comfortable music in the mouth
tending as all music does, toward silence, 

and each body a lion of courage, and something
precious to the earth. 

When it’s over, I want to say: all my life
I was a bride married to amazement.
I was a bridegroom, taking the world into my arms. 

When it’s over, I don’t want to wonder
if I have made of my life something particular, and real.
I don’t want to find myself sighing and frightened
or full of argument. 

I don’t want to end up simply having visited this world.

~ Mary Oliver ~ 

(New and Selected Poems, Volume I)