Strong back, Soft front

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Roshi Joan Halifax developed this practice in relation to her work with the dying, but I think it can apply in any workplace.  In meditation practice we develop our capacity to sit still, settle into, and be held up by, the body, rather than our habitual relating to life from just our thinking mind. The strength of the spine allows us to support ourselves. We can then carry this supported sense into whatever our workday brings, keeping an open, soft, welcome for whatever each moment brings. Whenever something challenging is encountered, we can remind ourself of our inner strength by quietly saying to ourselves, “Strong back”. Rather than retreating into a position of defensiveness or fear, we open to things as they are:

All too often our so-called strength comes from fear not love; instead of having a strong back, many of us have a defended front shielding a weak spine. In other words, we walk around brittle and defensive, trying to conceal our lack of confidence. If we strengthen our backs, metaphorically speaking, and develop a spine that’s flexible but sturdy, then we can risk having a front that’s soft and open, representing choiceless compassion. The place in your body where these two meet – strong back and soft front – is the brave, tender ground in which to root our caring deeply.

Joan Halifax

Holding both efforts

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Somewhere we know that without silence words lose their meaning,

that without listening speaking no longer heals,

that without distance closeness cannot cure.

Henri Nouwen

The different sides of wonder

Vallee de Valserine

Everything has its wonders,

even darkness and silence,

and I learn, whatever state I may be in,

therein to be content.

Hellen Keller

With thanks again to Ellen for the photo

Quiet miracles

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Two extracts from John O’Donohue for this Saturday in Autumn, when we reflect on the fact that life moves on, and yet we can relate to it fully in any particular moment:

We live between the act of awakening and the act of surrender. Each morning we awaken to the light and the invitation to a new day in the world of time; each night we surrender to the dark to be taken to play in the world of dreams where time is no more. At birth we were awakened and emerged to become visible in the world. At death we will surrender again to the dark and become invisible.  Awakening and surrender: they frame each day and each life; between them the journey where anything can happen, the beauty and the frailty

John O’ Donohue, Beauty

May anxiety never linger about you.  May your outer dignity mirror an inner dignity of soul. Take time to celebrate the quiet miracles that seek no attention. Be consoled in the secret symmetry of your soul.  May you experience each day as a sacred gift,  woven around the heart of wonder.

From For Presence (with thanks to Kathy Lewis for reminding me of these words)

Being nothing for a while

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The weekend allows us place the emphasis on being rather than doing. The mild autumn weather this year allows us do that in the sunshine and under the trees:

The dream of my life

Is to lie down by a slow river

And stare at the light in the trees –

To learn something by being nothing

A little while but the rich

Lens of attention

Mary Oliver, Entering the Kingdom

photo: Lehava activity 2013 Pikiwiki Israel

The right rhythm

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The weekend can allow us get out into nature and into its pace, learning its balance and wisdom.  It is a useful corrective to the speed which modern society  – and workplaces –  consider necessary,  and to the importance which it places on passing trends:

The internal activity of analysis, speculation, memory, investigation, cross-referencing, decision-making, and self-evaluation can amount to a volume of overwhelming proportions. Then the experience of overload develops into one of exhaustion, or of a pressure in our lives that diminishes peace and joy… This is the loss of balance that we can rightly experience as being flooded.

It isn’t the world per se, nor is it that we are chronically unbalanced;

it’s just that the right relationship hasn’t been struck.

Ajahn Sucitto, Parami

The finest workers in stone are not copper or steel tools, but the gentle touches of air and water working at their leisure

with a liberal allowance of time.

Henry David Thoreau

photo of the Mourne mountains, County Down by ardfern