Holding on and letting go

Letting go is about carefully revealing assumptions, biases, and life messages (‘There’s something wrong with me, I’m unworthy’) and releasing them.

You can liken the process to a gradual descent out of the tumult and the gridlock of your personal world into the free space of the unconditioned. It’s rather like lowering oneself down a rope. You have to know how to do that. It is a matter of holding on to something you trust, even though it seems like a thin strand, then letting go a little bit and trusting the downward pull.

Ajahn Sucitto

Reflect constantly

Watch the stars in their courses as though you were accompanying them,

and reflect constantly on the changing of the elements into one another. 

Marcus Aurelius, Meditations, 7.47

At home

Maybe learning how to be out in the big world isn’t the epic journey everyone thinks it is. Maybe that’s actually the easy part. The hard part is what’s right in front of you. The hard part is learning how to hold the title to your very existence, to own not only property, but also your life. The hard part is learning not just how to be but mastering the nearly impossible art of how to be at home.

Meghan Daum, Life Would Be Perfect If I Lived in That House

Sunday Quote: time to see

If I were to begin life again, I should want it as it was.

I would only open my eyes a little more

Jules Renard, 1864 – 1910, French author

Earplugs

Being preoccupied with ourselves is like being deaf and blind.

It’s like standing in the middle of a vast field of wildflowers with a black hood over our heads.

It’s like coming upon a tree of singing birds while wearing earplugs.

Pema Chodron, When Things Fall Apart: Heart Advice for Difficult Times 

Here

It is not an easy or automatic thing to be fully at ease in the place or moment we are in our lives….

My favorite poem from David Wagoner is “Lost” :

Stand still, the trees ahead and bushes beside you
Are not lost. Wherever you are is called Here
And you must treat it as a powerful stranger.


The truth of this poem is an old truth. There are the places you wish to go, there are the places you desperately wish you never left, there are the places you imagine you should be, and there is the place called here. In the world of Wagoner’s poem, it is the rooted things – trees and bushes – that tell the truth to the person who is lost, the person with legs and fear who wishes to be elsewhere. The person must stand still, feel their body on the ground where they are, in order to learn the wisdom. This is not easy wisdom, it is frightening wisdom. 

In Irish, there is a phrase “ar eagla na heaglab” that translates as “for fear of fear.” It is true that there are some things that we fear, but that there is, even deeper, a fear of fear. So we are prevented from being here not only by being frightened of certain places but by the fear of being frightened of certain places. So “stand still” the poet advises. Learn from the things that are already in the place where you wish you were not.

Hello to the fear of fear
Hello to here ..


Padraig O’Tuama, in his lovely book, In the Shelter: Finding a Home in the World