Sunday, March 8, 2020

March 8: the Landscape of the Unknown Self

March 8, the Landscape of the Unknown Self
"Blessed be the gifts you never notice...
Take time to seek the quiet miracles that seek no attention.
Keep something beautiful in your heart
To survive difficult times
And enjoy good times...
So at the end of the day
We give thanks
for being betrothed to the unknown.
-Jon O'Donohue

Today I set out to revisit a creative endeavor-in this case working on a novel. This work is interior work for me, and when I have been apart for it for a while, it is like a hike out to a wild and rugged place. I have been here before, I know my way around it, but it still seems a place with pitfalls and snares that could be dangerous if I am not careful.
Upon first revisiting it, I wince inwardly at the journey ahead, confronted with the danger and hardship of such a journey. What is the point? Why take a hike that will be rough upon limb. I am determined to take this hike, but at the same time I am confronted by my fear of the unknown. I don't know where I will end this journey, or it's outcome, and I am all too aware of my own shortcomings I am bound to be confronted by as I trek across the place: I am weary before I ever begin. I don't seem worthy of the beauty and majesty of such a wild and marvellous space. I have done nothing to earn such a journey and perhaps I will be punished for having the hubris to even try. Surely the burden of my past failures and present bad tendencies will be a stumbling block that will lead me into disaster. I might just as well seek out the comforts of the humdrum, after all there is nothing wrong with that.

These are the stumbling blocks that guard against my journey into the wilds of the unknown creation as I set out. Fortunately, I have a friend, what O'Donohue summons from the celtic Imagination: the Anam Cara. The soul friend. Recently, my very best friend of over 20 years suddenly passed away, and my friends and I struggle with our loss of this magnificent Anam Cara. In her eulogy of him, his pastor remembered his celtic imagination. This imagination and his close association of it with the gifts of soul and Christian inspiration have been a shot of bravery that helps me cross into my own journey. I can hope to be as brave as Devin was as I set out into the wild and woody seascapes , with shipwreck and sailboat alike. I need this bravery, for it is not an easy journey.
-IN REMEMBERANCE OF DEVIN BLAKE POWELL

Tuesday, September 5, 2017

September 9 When That Grey-Green Wind Comes After Lugh

After the festivals have set down
And the bilberries have been quaffed
A bull has been laid down
And fires and races have been run
The Autumnal Wind
The West Wind, Pale in the Summer
Has given way to the cool, wet, winds of autumn
And Lugh with his hounds runs through the leaves
And up the narrow lanes
Where not long before the grass grew wild with bees
And now Lugh leaves us wondering
With the wistful mind the grey green wind grows in
Us , with the grass that grows downward
In the sun beneath us.


With early Autumn in Erin comes the festivals of Lughnasa, it's namesake figure associated with storms, trickery, the sun, the sky, skill, and craft.    These festivals weren't just for fun or ritual, but they were a time, appropriately, when great skill and craft of language and living were called for.   Music and storytelling were called for,  trading, proclaiming laws and settling legal disputes, drawing-up contracts, and matchmaking At Tailtin, trial marriages were conducted, whereby young couples joined hands through a hole in a wooden door.The trial marriage lasted a year and a day, at which time the marriage could be made permanent or broken without consequences. 

Autumn is in the wind, and with it is the craft, the playful and creative trickster energy associated with the changes associated with the season, and the calling for trials of skill and of greater living.   I was called to make this entry after visiting with a friend who has a great spiritual repose.   When I asked him what book he relied on for his spiritual insight, he instead described his spiritual regimen of being aware, present, meditating, and surrounding himself with allies in this generative state, as well as making a sacred place for himself, and this aided him in his negotiation with the world.

Christian lore associated with these festivities has involved the meditative seeking of the pilgrimages of climbing great hills, such as Croagh Patrick in late July.

Another custom associated with this festival, along with others in Celtic lore, is the visiting of wells, to remember the sacred connection with the waters of the Other World.

Our roots are deep, and our source is deep.
Tober Nault Holy Well, County Sligo, Ireland

Tuesday, August 8, 2017

August 8, High Summer in the Garden



Las Posas, Sir Edward James Mystic Garden, St. Louis Potosi, Mexico




August 8:  High Summer in the Garden

Christ is in every person in the world, and every object as well.  There is no room for hypocrisy.  Why use bitter soup for healing when sweet water is everywhere?  
When one of us gets lost, is not here, he must be inside us.  Theres no place like that anywhere in the world.-Rumi-from Coleman Barks the Essential Rumi.

Last night I saw two old recovery buddies I think of as spiritual gardeners.  They tend to their spiritual garden, weeding it of excessive ego, feeding it with love.  They aren't monks or perfect people, but the garden they have created and tended to is full of beauty and happiness they joyfully share with others, sometimes without even trying.   Being with them and sharing with them last night reminded me to continue the work of this garden, of sharing the joy that comes from being attentive to the indwelling spirit, the "Small Still Voice" within, that bids me to care for the beautiful garden within myself.  The outdwelling garden in the beauty of High Summer, with crickets flying in the high grass as one dog chases through the grass with glee, while the other happily pants with his tongue out  is sometimes a reminder of this, connecting mind, body, spirit, and earth, and when I feel totally connected across all the spheres o existence like that, it is simply awesome.
Finn at play in the High Grass of Summer


I have come into my garden
My sister, My Bride;
I have gathered my myrrh with my spice.
I have eaten my honeycomb with my honey.
I have drunk my wine and my milk.

Eat friends, and drink.
Drink your fill of love.
-Song of Songs, 5:1.









Friday, November 28, 2014

November 28: Seeking the Blessing/Giving Benedictions




A blessing for you, if you need one-
St Patrick's Breastplate:
 Arise today !
 Through the strength of heaven:
 Light of sun,
 Radiance of moon,
 Splendour of fire,
 Speed of lightning,
 Swiftness of wind,
 Depth of sea,
 Stability of earth,
 Firmness of rock

Today I arose with the feeling of the good benediction of my father's humor.  I think of the story of the prodigal son, and also of Jacob seeking the blessing of the angel by wrestling with him, and how in my own life it was very important for me to seek out the blessings of my father and grandfather.  When I taught, one of my favorite parts of the year was St Patrick's day because I took it upon myself to give a blessing to all my students, though some bristled at it.  Sometimes I am myself uncomfortable with receiving blessings, feeling sometimes overly sentimental and syrupy.   When I am able to receive a blessing though, I am empowered by a sense of abundance and peace.  Sometimes a blessing is worth fighting for, though that may seem like a contradiction in terms.  It is sometimes a part of the union of opposites, the conjuntio.   
John O'Donohue on giving blessings:
 
from Anam Cara, Chapter 1, The Wounded Gift
— John O’Donohue © All rights reserved
A person should always offer a prayer of graciousness for the love that has awakened in them. When you feel love for your beloved and his or her love for you, now and again you should offer the warmth of your love as a blessing for those who are damaged and unloved. Send that love out into the world to people who are desperate; to those who are starving; to those who are trapped in prison; in hospitals and all the brutal terrains of bleak and tormented lives. When you send that love out from the bountifulness of your own love, it reaches other people. This love is the deepest power of prayer.
 

Saturday, April 19, 2014

21 March: the Feast of St Benedict-What was/is the Celtic Church?



Today, in the Catholic and Anglican Liturgical calendar, is the feast of St. Benedict, the founder of the main monastic order in the medieval Catholic Church.  As I searched for connections with him and Celtic Spirituality, I found mostly a lot of rancorous academic debate about what the Celtic church was or is.   I am not much interested in this debate, as the Celtic church and this form of Christianity is true for me, and I am more interested and concerned with its meaning for today than the origins of it or historiographical discussions about its origins.
   That being said, my search for wisdom on the early Celtic church and monasticism elicited an interesting discussion from Fr. Robert Hale, a Benedictine monk in Big Sur, California.  Writing on the "Benedictine Spirit in Anglicanism, he states regarding the medieval efforts of the church to Christianize the Anglo-Saxon peoples of Britain:


A new monastic missionary endeavour was called for, and with rare acumen Pope Gregory the Great responded. The Anglican Bishop Stephen Neill in his thoughtful History of Christian Missions notes that Gregory's endeavour 'was fresh and remarkable since, in contrast to the haphazard way in which Churches had generally grown up, this was almost the first example since the days of Paul of a carefully planned and calculated mission.' Bishop Neill also underlines the specifically monastic character of the mission since 'Gregory, himself a monk, had seen the vital part that the monk could play in missionary work among the new nations.'
Augustine not only brought the spiritual teachings of his monastic father to England but also followed Gregory's pastoral directives after the first monks had settled in Canterbury. Gregory wrote to a perplexed Augustine who had asked what he should do about all the pagan usages of the Anglo-Saxons:
The temples of the idols among that people should on no account be destroyed... it is a good idea to detach them from the service of the devil, and dedicate them to the service of the true God. And since they have a custom of sacrificing many oxen to demons, let some other solemnity be substituted ... so that they may learn to slay their cattle in honour of God and for their own feasting . . . If they are allowed some worldly pleasures in this way, they are more likely to find their way to the true inner joys. For it is doubtless impossible to eradicate all errors at one stroke . . . just as the man who sets out to climb a high mountain does not advance by leaps and bounds, but goes upward step by step and pace by pace. It is in this way that the Lord revealed himself to the Israelite people.
One wonders if the roots of the Anglican spirit of tolerance, reasonableness and comprehensiveness cannot already be detected here. These are monastic virtues also, it might be noted. Gregory in his Vita Benedicti (written just two years before the mission of Augustine) praises St Benedict's Rule for its balance and lucidity, two qualities that characterize his own pastoral and spiritual theology.
Augustine had also written to Rome about his perplexity at the variety of liturgical forms and customs: 'Since we hold the same faith, why do customs vary in different Churches, why does the method of saying Mass differ in the holy Roman Church and in the Churches of Gaul?' Gregory's response, not what one might expect from Rome, is almost Anglican in its serene insistence on ecclesial pluralism:
My brother, you are familiar with the usage of the Roman Church in which you were brought up. But if you have found customs, whether in the Church of Rome or of Gaul or of any other that may be more acceptable to God, I wish you to make a careful selection of them, and teach the Church of the English whatever you have been able to learn with profit from the various Churches... For things should not be loved for the sake of places, but places for the sake of good things.'
Anglican ecclesiology, with its biblical and Patristic cast, and nourished by its own experience as an international communion of autonomous Churches, tends 'to favour very strongly the recovery of the old vision of sister Churches within a single family.' If there is such a thing as a characteristically monastic ecclesiology, it certainly tends in a similar way to stress the importance of local and regional Churches. The above text of the monk and pope who was so little concerned with centralization and Romanitas reflects this monastic-Anglican ecclesial perspective.
Augustine and his fellow missionary monks, following the directives of Gregory, not only founded monasteries and schools, but established parishes, dioceses and provinces, laying the very foundations of the Ecclesia Anglicana of the middle ages and of the post-Reform period.


In other words, Fr. Hale believes that a fundamental teaching of the Anglican-Celtic tradition is tolerance of local tradition , "reasonableness" and "serene insistence on ecclesiastical pluralism."    Sounds like a loving Christian tradition to me.   I"m in!

  

Good Friday, 18 April





In Christian terms, there is no way to light or glory except through the sore ground under the dark weight of the Cross.  The Cross is a lonely forsaken symbol. Good Friday is always deeply lonesome. There is an eerie and disturbing sadness at the heart of this day. On Good Friday, the pain of the world is returning to the Cross, awaiting transfiguration again- John O Donohue


I often reflect on the two others with Christ at the crucifixion, especially the one thought to be a thief.  I have often succumbed to this sin in life, thievery.  Sometimes it doesn't even seem sinful to me.  When one becomes long aquainted with one's own darker parts of the soul, it can be difficult to believe in the symbolism and power of the graceful nature of a forgiving God.   The Grace I have found, I have found when I have been able to give of myself and share the loving comfort of forgiveness with others.   It isn't easy to reflect on the pain involved with life-when you have suffered greatly and struggled, it doesn't really get too much easier.  But when we can give love away and forgiveness we can experience the light within and therein is where I find the grace.

Thursday, March 20, 2014

March 20: Eostre and arguin' with the Archetypal Mother

March 20

The Vernal Equinox

According to the 8th century Christian historian Bede, the pre-Christian Germanic peoples of England celebrated the fertility based ancient earth-mother rituals around the time of the Vernal Equinox.  Jacob Grimm, the famous folklorist and philologist, had the following speculations about the rituals attending the goddess:
Ostara, Eástre seems therefore to have been the divinity of the radiant dawn, of upspringing light, a spectacle that brings joy and blessing, whose meaning could be easily adapted by the resurrection-day of the christian's God. Bonfires were lighted at Easter and according to popular belief of long standing, the moment the sun rises on Easter Sunday morning, he gives three joyful leaps, he dances for joy ... Water drawn on the Easter morning is, like that at Christmas, holy and healing ... here also heathen notions seems to have grafted themselves on great christian festivals. Maidens clothed in white, who at Easter, at the season of returning spring, show themselves in clefts of the rock and on mountains, are suggestive of the ancient goddess.(1)



 These speculations are now up for debate among scholars.  I see the goddess Eostre or Ostara [or perhaps Astarte] as a representation of the Archetypal Mother, who in that form was repressed in some measure for a long time.  The Archetypal mother has seen a lot of debate in the psychological and political-psychological world especially in the 20th and 21st century.  Perhaps Jung depicted her in a largely negative light, as Dr. Joan Relke points out in her work The Archetypal Female in Mythology and Religion:  the Anima and Mother of the Earth and Sky.  :
For Jung, the transition from unconscious life to conscious life in the development of humanity and the individual is mirrored in the separation of the child from the mother: “the first creative act of liberation [of the unconscious] is matricide” (Jung, 1954c, p.96). For art and mythology, this means the projection of this “first creative act” into the slaying of the dragon, the symbol of the unconscious and animal sides of our nature, and to some extent the control of the “chaotic urge to life”, the anima.
She goes on to say:
So for Jung, the archetypal mother represents something that we must pull away from, something with which we were once united, allowing us no individual identity. The necessity of separating from the real mother and moving into independent consciousness is projected into myths about the destruction of the divine mother, who, if not destroyed, as a “thrall of nature” threatens to devour and destroy us by keeping us unconscious. In Jung’s world, the divine mother, and to some extent, the anima, tie us to our unconscious origins: to our animal instincts for bodily survival and procreation.
Naturally, she observes that modern feminists and feminist psychoanalysts have rejected this as outdated and radically un-sophisticated view of the mother archetype.  Not surprisingly, some of these scholars and observers have also tended to shred Patriarchy and Archetypal Masculinity, in what some might see as a kind of tit-for-tat [sorry , I had to invoke an inappropriate pun] war, perhaps justified after thousands of years of Patriarichal hegemony in gender politics.   Dr. Relke supports a nuanced view of the overall look of the Mother Goddess Archetype:
In exploring these female archetypes, we see the interrelation of the three realms. The mother is both conscious protector, spiritual guide, and nurturer, while at the same time the unconscious forces of birth and death, life and destruction. The anima lurks in the unconscious, wielding her supernatural power to drive our lives either towards mystical knowledge, consciousness and individuation, or towards oblivion in sensual urges. The sky mothers and animas can transcend the body and ego, but in so many myths, they crave balance through the experience of the underworld, the unconscious drives of the instincts and the non-rational, and through this unity, express a balanced whole. (2)

My gloss on the subject is that we tend to project our relationship with our own actual mothers onto the Archetype, or use her as a thankless battleground (like the actual earth) for political warfare.  So we see destroyer, harlot, sacred guide and nurturer, smotherer, coach, friend.


Whatever the relationship with the mother, it seems to make sense to honor, if not obey, and to love, and if love is out of reach,  forgiveness [though easier said than done sometimes] is right wise.  And besides, hopefully we can all be grateful for the lovely flowering of the earth, and warming weather that comes with Spring.
(3)

(1) Wikipedia:  Eostre.  http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Ostara
(2) Dr. Joan Relke, The Archetypal Female in Mythology and Religion:  the Anima and Mother of the Earth and Sky.http://ejop.psychopen.eu/article/view/401/300
(3) Image from Old Farmer's Almanac.  http://www.almanac.com/content/first-day-spring-vernal-equinox