How is your heart doing?

A bit of a repost, but expanded in the prism of the pandemic and the type of disconnect it has caused in life.

We have had so many new technological innovations that we thought would make our lives easier, faster, simpler. Yet, we have no more “free” or leisurely time today than we did decades ago. For some of us, the “privileged” ones, the lines between work and home have become blurred. We are on our devices. All. The. Freaking. Time.

It doesn’t have to be this way.

In many Muslim cultures, when you want to ask them how they’re doing, you ask: in Arabic, Kayf haal-ik? or, in Persian, Haal-e shomaa chetoreh? How is your haal?

What is this haal that you inquire about? It is the transient state of one’s heart. In reality, we ask, “How is your heart doing at this very moment, at this breath?” When I ask, “How are you?” that is really what I want to know.

I want to know how your heart is doing, at this very moment. Tell me. Tell me your heart is joyous, tell me your heart is aching, tell me your heart is sad, tell me your heart craves a human touch. Examine your own heart, explore your soul, and then tell me something about your heart and your soul.

We need a different relationship to work, to technology. We know what we want: a meaningful life, a sense of community, a balanced existence. I want us to have a kind of existence where we can pause, look each other in the eye, touch one another, and inquire together: Here is how my heart is doing? I am taking the time to reflect on my own existence; I am in touch enough with my own heart and soul to know how I fare, and I know how to express the state of my heart.

How is the state of your heart today?

Let us insist on a type of human-to-human connection where when one of us responds by saying, “I am just so busy,” we can follow up by saying, “I know, love. We all are. But I want to know how your heart is doing.”

Omid Safi, The Disease of Being Busy

Slow day

Slow time does not mean doing things more slowly. People suffering from burnout and depression have slowed down considerably and not been restored. Slow time is entering into a living relationship with the present. . . . Slow looking and slow listening nourishes and revitalizes us.

Sue Stuart-Smith, The Well Gardened Mind: Rediscovering Nature in the Modern World

Singing

An early start to the day, to catch the birdsong at dawn in an annual celebration entitled “Dawn Chorus Day”, moments of joy even in these muted and confused times

A bird doesn’t sing because it has an answer,

it sings because it has a song.

 Maya Angelou

Being ridiculous

A bright start to the Celtic festival of Bealtaine, as well as a long weekend here.

Of all ridiculous things,

the most ridiculous seems to me,

is to be busy.

 Søren Kierkegaard

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Begin again

The last day of another month

But with the sentence: “Use your failures for paper.” 

Meaning, I understood, the backs of failed poems, but also my life.

Whose far side I begin now to enter

Jane Hirshfield, Waking the Morning Dreamless After Long Sleep

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As it is

Do you really need to have a reactive like/dislike relationship with life where you are in almost continuous conflict with situations and people? Or is that just a deep-seated mental habit that can be broken? Not by doing anything, but by allowing this moment to be as it is.

Eckhart Tolle, Stillness Speaks

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