Embracing not Perfect

From Fr. Richard Rohr’s Daily Meditations

Present Over Perfect

“And now that you don’t have to be perfect, you can be good.” —John Steinbeck, East of Eden

After spending many years seeking perfection, popular author Shauna Niequist discovered the freedom and love that can be experienced by being present to life as it is. She writes about the difference between a false perfection and a lived presence: 

Let’s talk for a minute about perfect. . . . Perfect is brittle and unyielding, plastic, distant, more image than flesh. Perfect calls to mind stiffness, silicone, an aggressive and unimaginative relentlessness. Perfect and the hunt for it will ruin our lives—that’s for certain.  

I’ve missed so much of my actual, human, beautiful, not-beautiful life trying to force things into perfect. But these days I’m coming to see that perfect is safe, controlled, managed. I’m finding myself drawn to mess, to darkness, to things that are loved to the point of shabbiness, or just wildly imperfect in their own gorgeous way. . . .  

And so, instead: present. If perfect is plastic, present is rich, loamy soil. . . . 

Present is living with your feet firmly grounded in reality, pale and uncertain as it may seem. Present is choosing to believe that your own life is worth investing deeply in, instead of waiting for some rare miracle or fairy tale. Present means we understand that the here and now is sacred, sacramental, threaded through with divinity even in its plainness. Especially in its plainness.  

Present over perfect living is real over image, connecting over comparing, meaning over mania, depth over artifice. Present over perfect living is the risky and revolutionary belief that the world God has created is beautiful and valuable on its own terms, and that it doesn’t need to be zhuzzed up and fancy in order to be wonderful.

Sink deeply into this world as it stands. Breathe in the smell of rain and the scuff of leaves as they scrape across driveways on windy nights. This is where life is, not in some imaginary, photo-shopped dreamland. Here. Now. You, just as you are. Me, just as I am. This world, just as it is. This is the good stuff. This is the best stuff there is. Perfect has nothing on truly, completely, wide-eyed, open-souled present

Shauna Niequest, Present over Perfect: Leaving behind Frantic for a Simpler, More Soulful Way of Living (Grand Rapids, MI: Zondervan, 2016), 129, 130.  

Two opposite scents, one existence

The wisdom of Thich Nhat Hahn – with gratitude to sister Tarana who posted this on FB

“Whenever we throw food in the compost, it can smell bad. Rotting organic matter smells especially badly. But it can also become rich compost for fertilizing the garden. The fragrant rose and the stinking garbage are two sides of the same existence. Without one, the other cannot be. Everything is in transformation. The rose that wilts after six days will become a part of the compost. After six months the compost is transformed into a rose.
In the garbage, I see a rose.
In the rose, I see the garbage.
Everything is in transformation.
Even permanence is impermanent.”
~Thich Nhat Hanh

Staying in the Flow of transitions – with Pema Chodron

(Gratitude to sister Amina who posted this on her blog earlier)

We think that if we just meditated enough or jogged enough or ate perfect food, everything would be perfect. But from the point of view of someone who is awake, that’s death. Seeking security or perfection, rejoicing in feeling confirmed and whole, self-contained and comfortable, is some kind of death. It doesn’t have any fresh air. There’s no room for something to come in and interrupt all that. We are killing the moment by controlling our experience. Doing this is setting ourselves up for failure, because sooner or later, we’re going to have an experience we can’t control: our house is going to burn down, someone we love is going to die, we’re going to find out we have cancer, a brick is going to fall out of the sky and hit us on the head, somebody’s going to spill tomato juice all over our white suit, or we’re going to arrive at our favorite restaurant and discover that no one ordered produce and seven hundred people are coming for lunch.

The trick is to keep exploring and not bail out, even when we find out that something is not what we thought. That’s what we’re going to discover again and again and again. Nothing is what we thought.

Things are always in transition, if we could only realize it. Nothing ever sums itself up in the way that we like to dream about. The off-center, in-between state is an ideal situation, a situation in which we don’t get caught and we can open our hearts and minds beyond limit. It’s a very tender, nonaggressive, open-ended state of affairs. 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.

Things falling apart is a kind of testing and also a kind of healing. We think that the point is to pass the test or to overcome the problem, but the truth is that things don’t really get solved. They come together and they fall apart. Then they come together again and fall apart again. It’s just like that. The healing comes from letting there be room for all of this to happen: room for grief, for relief, for misery, for joy. – Pema Chodron

Resilience and Persistence – a quote from Kim Stanley Robinson

This long interview is filled with gems but I especially want to lift up the following quote (italics mine):

“But the situation is such that in our culture, to say you’re optimistic is maybe not the right thing. But hope, optimism, this attitude is a necessary political stance to take, because we are in a position of privilege, and the situation can be saved. And given those two, it’s a dereliction of duty to be pessimistic, to be cynical. It’s just a chicken thing to do.

We need to be strong in a moment of crisis by saying, yes, it can be done. And if we’re in a race between bad catastrophe and some kind of beginning prosperity for all — when you’re in a race that intense, you don’t want to sit down on the ground and start crying. Oh, we’ve lost already. That would be a bad thing to do because you’re in a race.

You actually need to run as hard as you can. If you lose the race, well, that is a dystopian novel. And I don’t really want to go there. If we lose the race, we’re in terrible trouble, and we’ll be in emergency mode for years. But if we win the race, it’s a big win for the biosphere, for the other creatures, and for humanity. So it’s worth pretending to be optimistic, or using optimism as a club, and beating it with people. Yes, we can succeed. Bang, bang, bang.”

~ Kim Stanley Robinson

Full Transcript: Ezra Klein Interviews Kim Stanley Robinson https://nyti.ms/3aJvJUD

Lay down your burdens with Mirabai Starr

 In this video, Mirabai guides you in identifying something that is troubling your heart right now and laying your burden down at the feet of the divine mother as the Shekinah, the indwelling Feminine Presence.

Lay down your burdens

The Merik – a Parable

I am honored and pleased to share (with permission) this poignant and beautiful parable, created by my friend Rev. Clovice A. Lewis, Jr.

The Merik

Once upon a time there was a huge inland lake. It was teeming with underwater plant life and a million varieties of fish. An entire civilization of people lived on the lake and depended on it for life. They lived on separate nationships of all kinds. They traded with each other. Sometimes they fought, absorbing the people from one boat into another. They made the captives work to rebuild the ships of the victors. Sometimes the captured workers eventually assimilated to the point of being virtually identical to the people who once oppressed them.

Most boats and ships on the lake were propelled by the wind. There were as many shapes of sails as there were sea craft. Everyone fished enough for their needs.

One day a group of people with big guns attacked another ship and seized it. They made its people live in the corners and captured others to build a large ship they called “Merik”. The attackers said, “Let us make a rule that this must always be the most opulent, fastest, most heavily armed, and most powerful ship on the lake. Let us make another rule that only our progeny can own and sail the Merik.” They built an engine to power the Merik that used fish and water as fuel. The byproducts of the engine were soot in the air and an oily film that polluted the water. But the few people who were the masters of the Merik lived in astonishing wealth and luxury. They kept the ship tall and narrow so it could slice through the water at a speed no others could match. The masters lived on top and built their living quarters above the workers they captured in ever higher layers. The Merik was not very seaworthy, but used the thrust from its powerful engines to keep it afloat. They also used their giant guns to blast other boats out of the water when they were threatened or angered.

Over time the workers on the Merik gained some power. They said “Let us reshape the Merik so that its luxury is shared, so it is fast but seaworthy, armed but friendly, and powerful but cooperative. Let us also make a rule to let everyone own and sail the Merik so that the lake can be preserved.” All of the people of the Merik made this pledge. They scaled back the polluting, inefficient engine and erected the largest, most beautiful and efficient sails. They also transformed the single-hulled Merik into three large and deep streamlined hulls joined by broad platforms so that everyone could enjoy the sun. The luxury appointments were spread out on the platforms – not vertically placed. The once conquered people were welcomed to participate in improving the design of the ship and sharing its responsibilities. The Merik shared its products and ideas with others on the lake. Trade blossomed. The old engines of the Merik were to be discarded and most of the large guns were to be dismantled because the lake was being polluted and the environment was becoming unsustainable.

More time passed. The lake became more polluted. Scientists warned that people needed to preserve the lake or everyone would die.

Instead of cooperating with each other some nations started to build large ships like the Merik. There was competition to see who could build the fastest, most luxurious, most powerful ships. Big and little wars broke out as nationships were absorbed for their resources. Their people were killed or forced into economic slavery to support the few wealthy people living at the tops of their narrow ships.

The progeny of the original makers of the Merik abandoned their pledges for fairness, cooperation, and preserving the lake for future generations because they were afraid of the future. They were afraid all the changes made in the ship and its ownership would make them unsafe. So, they insisted on reshaping the ship to the original specifications (they said “Make the Merik Great Again”). They discarded the sails and turned the old engines back on at full throttle. They pulled out their guns again to threaten everyone else and chopped away, without regard to designing a ship that would be sustainable for its crew and the lake it sailed upon.

The scientists were correct.

The end.

Clovice A. Lewis, Jr.

Processing our Collective Grief

In this excellent article from Yes! magazine, the author, Gabes Torres, provides practices and wise guidance to process our grief both within ourselves and in community. (About a 6 minute read)

A couple of quotes to whet your interest:

“A mantra my mentees and I occasionally use is: “Digest. Process. Rest. Resist.”

“It is important for us to be as politically grounded as we are politically awake, and, as much as we can, to do so in the context of community.”

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Many of us are familiar with Elizabeth Kübler-Ross’ five stages of grief: denial, anger, bargaining, depression, and acceptance—a call to move forward in life while welcoming the different waves of grief that come and go.

In today’s world, these waves have grown stronger because of the rise of losses and reasons behind them, which reside outside the confines of inevitable mortality and natural death. We are up against a relentless recurrence and severity of death in the context of violence, systemic oppression, and White cisheteronormative patriarchy. Before we can even metabolize the grief from one brutality, there comes another. Here, we explore the experience of collective grief, where the final stage of acceptance does not seem appropriate when we are up against violent and unacceptable conditions. 

The month of June is burdened with unimaginable massacre anniversaries, including the 1921 Tulsa massacre in which White rioters looted and burned Black Wall Street. June 12 marks the anniversary of the mass shooting at gay nightclub Pulse in Orlando. Charged by anti-gay violence, the gunman killed 49 people and injured 53, making this one of the deadliest mass shootings in U.S. history. On June 17, we remember the shooting in Charleston, where a 21-year-old White supremacist murdered nine Black churchgoers during a prayer service at the Emanuel African Methodist Episcopal Church. 

This doesn’t even include the gun violence we are experiencing in the present—including the recent school shooting in Uvalde, Texas. How many more vigils? How many more wailing parents and fearful loved ones? How many more lives have gone too soon? With these hate-filled and mostly racially charged atrocities, the waves of grief feel more like storm surges. While we consider that our collective nervous system is pushed closer and closer to its limit, how can we still practice solidarity when the violence is relentless?

First, it is important we understand the nature of collective grief, which can be understood through the lens of vicarious trauma or secondary traumatic stress. Dr. Leia Saltzman at Tulane University School of Social Work describes collective trauma as “an event, or series of events, that shatters the experience of safety for a group, or groups, of people. … These events are different from other forms of traumatic events because of their collective nature. That is, these events are a shared experience that alter the narrative and psyche of a group or community.” Moreover, with the heightened global access to social media, individuals and groups who are not directly involved in these traumatic experiences are still impacted by the violence simply by witnessing. This is called vicarious or secondary trauma. Studies have shown that this indirect exposure to dangerous and even fatal events can cause post-traumatic stress disorder in individuals.

It is beneficial to address the concept of oscillation, or the back-and-forth movement, in processing the grief. Because of how finite our human bodies are, it is not sustainable for us to be exposed to pain or stay in it for long periods of time or in high frequency. In oscillation, we stay present enough with the grief to confront, reflect, and talk about it, but not to the point where we are too overwhelmed or overcome by it that it debilitates us or causes physiological ailments, inflammation, or extreme discomfort. Similarly, we ought to avoid overstaying on the other side of the spectrum of desensitization or disconnection from the collective trauma, leaving us apathetic or numb to our collective responsibility to look after one another and disrupt systems and cycles of violence. 

What is it like to oscillate from processing the grief, and to also be distanced just enough so we may rest and metabolize the emotions and information we have witnessed and stored in our bodies? A mantra my mentees and I occasionally use is: “Digest. Process. Rest. Resist.” We understand that it is not always in this order depending on the situation at hand, and that is OK. However, the movement back and forth is valuable. It is not sustainable to always resist, nor is it acceptable to overdo the recuperation or reflection stages to the point of inaction.

Here, we consider the reality of our bodies. It can be humbling to confront our limitations as human beings, and yet there is so much potential for what we can do together once we are aware of our capacities and limitations. I bring this up because whenever we directly or indirectly experience something very traumatic, we involuntarily dissociate or depart from our bodies and from the present moment. This is a resilient way our nervous systems try to cope and survive devastating situations. There is a spectrum, or a window, from which we navigate safety, and our bodies are intelligently and intuitively aware of this spectrum without us even knowing about it consciously. With that, we pay attention to what our bodies communicate and to trust them, which takes some time and practice. So when we feel like we are about to check out of our bodies, we can notice and consider asking: Do I still feel safe? What is causing me not to feel safe, and how can I return to safety? 

For instance, as a migrant, I know that I can easily get activated whenever I am exposed to media or conversations on migration trauma or anti-immigrant policies. I do not disconnect from it entirely, but as much as I can, I maintain a calculated degree of attention to and distance from anything related to the topic. When I am mindful of my proximity to it, this allows me to remain present with myself and in the fight toward justice for immigrants. (The Window of Tolerance could be a helpful clinical tool as an entry point to this discussion; however, just as any clinical theory, it is limited, because it does not consider society and political systems. This resource is one I created that attempts to politicize the Window of Tolerance from a racial justice perspective.) 

To assess one’s window is to revisit our relationships to our bodies. We can also be gracious with ourselves in this process, especially since the majority of us have been socialized with Western ideas in relation to our bodies, where we are influenced by the oppressive beliefs of Gnosticism, fatphobia, White evangelicalism, capitalism, etc. Because of these ideas, we are societally expected and pressured to be disembodied in order to function like machines in delivering the demands of industries and institutions. Additionally, to be in one’s body will not always feel safe for everyone, which explains why dissociation takes place. So, when we move toward the revolutionary act of embodiment, we start, persist, and end with grace and patience.

In embodiment, it helps to use our senses to return to the present moment by accessing and activating a variety of sensations. If you are able, you can splash or wash your face with cold water, taste something sour, describe the colors and textures of your surroundings, sing or dance to music, or even touch or gaze upon the textures of the plants or trees nearest you. Choose the practice that is most enlivening and accessible to you. It does not have to be perfect or tidy, but to feel different sensations serves as an alarm (or a snooze) to return to the here and now. 

Another exercise is check-ins. This can be a self check-in where you can ask questions like: How is my body feeling today? How is my breathing? What is the taste in my mouth? What do I see, hear, smell, or touch? Where has my attention been frequently going? To be mindful of one’s bodily state without judgment develops our relationship with our bodies, and therefore enables us to assess or intuit whether we feel safe enough in certain situations. It is also noteworthy to consider this as a communal practice. Here, you can invite trusted friends to do collective check-ins together. Be intentional and flexible. Establish a certain level of frequency that is sustainable to all parties involved, but do so as a way to be accountable with one another as opposed to reporting to each other. Because our grief and trauma are collective, so must our experiences and pursuits of healing said grief and trauma be collective.

There are many more ways to attend to one’s body and metabolize grief. It is important for us to be as politically grounded as we are politically awake, and, as much as we can, to do so in the context of community. To end, I direct you to this sacred centering exercise led by embodiment practitioner and writer Prentis Hemphill, which I hope can bring us closer to ourselves, our bodies, and our sense of collective healing (transcript is available here). 

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GABES TORRES is a psychotherapist, organizer, and artist. Her work focuses on anti-colonial approaches and practices within the mental health field. She also focuses on abolitionist organizing on a global scale. You can find most of her work on her official website, www.gabestorres.com, and social media platforms, including Instagram

For the Love of the World

(with a bow of gratitude to Sister Amina who published this in her blog, “Love, Harmony, and Beauty”)

For the love of a tree…
She went out on a limb.

For the love of the sea…
She rocked the boat.

For the love of the earth…
She dug deeper.

For the love of community…
She mended fences.

For the love of the stars…
She let her light shine.

For the love of spirit…
She nurtured her soul.

For the love of a good time…
She sowed seeds of happiness.

For the love of the Goddess…
She drew down the moon.

For the love of nature…
She made compost.

For the love of a good meal…
She gave thanks.

For the love of family…
She reconciled differences.

For the love of creativity…
She entertained new possibilities.

For the love of her enemies…
She suspended judgment.

For the love of herself…
She acknowledged her worth.

And the world was richer for her.

~ Charlotte Tall Mountain

To see and be seen – beautiful poetry by David Whyte

SECOND SIGHT

Sometimes, you need the ocean light,
and colours you’ve never seen before
painted through an evening sky.

Sometimes you need your God
to be a simple invitation
not a telling word of wisdom.

Sometimes you need only the first shyness
that comes from being shown things
far beyond your understanding,

so that you can fly and become free
by being still and by being still here.

And then there are times you want to be
brought to ground by touch
and touch alone.

To know those arms around you
and to make your home in the world
just by being wanted.

To see eyes looking back at you,
as eyes should see you at last,

seeing you, as you always wanted to be seen,
seeing you, as you yourself
had always wanted to see the world.

‘SECOND SIGHT’
David Whyte : Essentials
Many Rivers Press 2020

SECOND SIGHT

The sense of been seen by the one you love or even been seen or found by one you imagine you could love in your future, through the intensity with which you are seeing them – or looking for them — the reciprocation of that seeing — the essence of the mutual, loving gaze – even into the distance, even at a distance. It is not confined to the merely human. It is the essence of religious experience, or of looking intensely at a landscape or the ocean, the give and take of the shoreline where the two meet, the river coming to meet us; the way we we fall in love, and perhaps equally, find ourselves in love with the tidal essence of the world that we inhabit. DW

Musical Balm for Sore Souls

“Don’t let it bring you down
It’s only castles burning
Just find someone who’s turning
And you will come around”

~ Neil Young

This song keeps rolling through my head these last few days. 

The insanity, stupidity, inhumanity, and ignorance of the SCOTUS ruling and all those conservative politicians and their flocks of fools can certainly bring one down.

But instead I choose to look for my beloveds who are turning and join their dance. And we will come around.

In the Sufi tradition there’s an aspect of the divine – what we call a wazifah – one of the 99 names of Allah or attributes of God. It is one of my favorites,  “Tawwab.” It is part of forgiveness of yourself and others that translates as turning back from forgetfulness to remembrance that all is divine, all is beauty, harmony, and love. 

So…

Don’t let it bring you down

It’s only castles burning 

Just find someone who’s turning

And you will come around.

May it be so…