Finding our way to The Way one situation at a time. I don't know how great it will be, but I expect it will be interesting, and I look forward to it going on past all reason because wonder is just that way. Are you coming or not?
Woman on a Black Horse Waving at a Train — Steele Creek Crossing, Anne Springs Close Greenway Fort Mill, South Carolina
The following is an excerpt from my eBook “The Way of Wild Things”–
Every experience with despair has the potential of opening us to the reality of our “other life” (The life we are built to live, and is waiting, even now, for us to begin living).
Depression is not only an indication that something is dying inside of us, but also, that something is struggling to be born within us, and through us into the world, here, now.
Ordinary “down times,” or chance meetings with “the blues,” can be quiet places where we might hear, if we listen, “the still small voice” of our true heart whispering to us, hoping we will recognize “the time of our visitation and know the things that make for peace.” And take up the work of discerning the path with heart–the path our heart know we are here to walk–and walking it with heart for the rest of our life.
Moraine Lake Mirror — Banff National Park, Alberta, Canadian Rockies
The contrast between this view of the natural world and the view of volcanic destruction and hurricane devastation, etc. and it is all the Truth of how things are. The duality of the beautiful and the monstrous is a congruity. “It’s all one, y’all!). And the truth is more than I can bear. For me, this image does not negate, or compensate for all those other images. It makes them all the more appalling. And we have to hold them all together. How do we do that and maintain our balance and harmony, our rhythm and compassion? This is the question that makes “This, too! This, too!” at the heart of Tao, Psyche, Intuition essential to the spirit of oneness that shines through the Tao Te Ching. The apposition of opposites is the essence of Taoist/Zen Koans, with contradictions, incongruity, paradox, anomaly and conundrums being used to shut down the logical mind and create an opening for Intuition and Psyche to offer the Ah-Ha! moment of realization beyond explanation, like the impact of a good joke and a well-placed one-liner. Living with opposites is at the heart of life, which is lived “between the hands,” where “On the one hand this, and on the other hand that” holds sway more often than not and we have to “make the peace” by the way we look at/see all things.
Sitting quietly, waiting to see what comes. Listening for what we need to say, need to hear. To know what’s what, what’s called for, what needs to be done. Here, now. Waiting for things to become clear in time. Trusting ourselves to know what is good for us and to realze what it is time for, when it is time for it. In the meantime, we settle into waiting, and wait it out, communing with the silence, enjoying the peace of natural things. Allowing clarity to come in its own time, inviting us to do what needs to be done, when, where and how it needs to be done. And, until then, enjoying the pleasure of being here, now.
We are bound to the way we know to be our way, which is The Way for us. We only have to wait, trusting ourselves to know it when we see it, understanding that impatience has waylaid many a life in a hurry to get with the program, and that the overly cautious wanting to be sure, afraid to trust themselves to know what they know has missed the time for acting, allowing the train to leave the station without being on board. So that impatience and over-caution become the Scylla and Charybdis on the heaving waves of the wine-dark sea. Trusting ourselves to know what we know is a test of our confidence in our intuition which has to be established over time.
Blue Heron/Saltwater Marsh — The Low Country, South Carolina
Two important life capacities: The ability to say, “No.” And the ability to take “No” for an answer. When we master the Art of No, going and coming, we are keeping company with the Good Life, and that is a good place to be.
I make it a point to let things be what they are, up to a point. A mosquito feeding on my neck is an exception to the rule. And there are many others. Noise leads the list of things not allowed to be what they are. Heavy traffic, even if it is quiet (and how often does that happen?) isn’t allowed to stay. It has to go…The more I think about it, the less likely I am to let things be what they are. Never mind. I don’t know what I was thinking about. I want everything to be exactly what I want it to be RIGHT NOW! Whoever said, “Let be what is,” was obviously off his, or her, rocker, and a little tipsy to boot. And, not only that, but also, “Let be what is” was obviously said to people who weren’t letting be what was, and so he/she was breaking their own rule by voicing it. So, we are all left with deciding for ourselves what the proper course of action is in dealing with what’s happening now, wherever and whenever we are. And we can trust experience to be our guide in deciding what to do when. 24/7. No?
We cannot do better than listening to ourselves. Psychotherapy is about hearing what we have to say by talking to a therapist who listens us into hearing ourselves talking to some one who asks the right questions. We could talk to a smart mirror and get positive results. We need to place listening platforms into each day where we take up the practice of saying everything that needs to be said and asking every question that needs to be asked. Twenty minutes, twice a day. We could do it anywhere just by writing down the questions and the answers in a journal, asking the questions that beg to be asked and saying the things that need to be said. Being our own therapist and our best friend.
I am announcing here my new eBook on Kindle, going for $2.00 no kidding. “A dialogue with the invisible” is my most intriguing work to this point in my storied career. Indigenous peoples have always understood the material, physical universe to be upheld and guided by an invisible, spiritual universe. And we pray to the invisible world regularly, and honor the invisible world in worship services, with fasting, singing, dancing, etc, regularly and routinely. So, dialoguing with it is not much different from what we ordinarily do with it. I co-authored this book with Copilot, Microsoft Word’s AI guru, because out of the ordinary is what I do best. Copilot created the above image which serves as the book’s cover. I hope you will read and enjoy it!
Venus, the Moon and Pamlico Sound — Ocracoke Island, Cape Hatteras National Seashore, Outer Banks, North Carolina
The Joy of life is the wonder of being alive–which flows from the recognition, the realization, that we are alive! And we take it so for granted. We are the only life form that is exactly like us ever in existence, right here, right now! Unique and irreplaceable! And, we are not impressed. A shrug and a “So what?” are the best we can do. Just another bee in the hive, right? Just another ant in the hill. Ho-hum. Who cares? Caring is clearly up to us! If we can’t celebrate the wonder of being alive here, now by the way we experience, see, hear, understand the wonder of being here, now, nobody will do it for us. Look around. They don’t care. If we don’t, it is on us! And up to us to know and be who we are with joy in our heart and a smile on our face, every day of our life. Are you with me here, or am I alone with the wonder and the joy of being me?
Beech Tree fall – Guilford College Woods, Greensboro, North Carolina
The Tao-Psyche-Intuition.com Blog has fallen into place and the new book–“Copilot’s Dialogue with the Invisible” is close to publication, and the cognitive decline is a distraction I would like to be done with. I never knew there was so much to remember! My work with emptiness, stillness and silence has not been wasted–I just drop into the silence and wait for the memory gears to click into place. And I hope that by the time they fail to do that I will have reached the point of not knowing or not caring.
Evening Ferry to Swanquarter — Silver Lake, Pamlico Sound, Ocracoke Island, Outer Banks, North Carolina
We deal with it as well as we can. And let that be that. If you are serving a life term, it is difficult to work up enthusiasm for breakfast. You just keep going, not because there is anything in it for you, but because you have developed a routine that calls for breakfast, and you go to breakfast. Big Woopie, as they say.
Life filled with routines like that is life only by definition–being 98.6 and breathing. We are built for more, but how much more becomes how much more we will settle for, and how far from exuberance and delight that is. It is a personal call, how alive we will be in the time left for living, and how much effort it would take to live with joy and gladness every minute of every day. I would say that is out of the question for us all, so we settle for the quality of life we settle for and let that be that. And deal with it as well as we can–letting it be what it is, and not caring about how much better we could do. Good enough is all we need to keep going. And that is more than most people have had throughout time. Central heat and running water, hot and cold. Most people have not had that. And they kept/keep going. While serving a life sentence, so to speak. Perhaps we should have a moment of silence in their honor, and hold them in high esteem–and be glad to be with them, to be in their company, upon the planet. May it be so! No?
And this means knowing and remembering and honoring that our life just as it is is much better than serving a life prison term. And we would be right to rejoice in that, and be glad. And allow the joy to spill over into the present moment through all of the present moments left to us–because the joy of life just as it is, is life knowing what it is to be alive, and living as though we mean it, as though we are glad to realize that life is LIFE–and that is to be honored and glorified, enjoyed and relished every day that is left to us on the earth. Amen! May it be so! No?
Baxter Creek Bridge — Great Smoky Mountains National Park, Big Creek District, Waterville, NC exit access
My sister, Susan was brilliant, with 2 PhD’s, language ability in English and French and Academic Tenure at the university where she taught, and she took her own life by having a living will, admitting herself to Hospice and refusing to eat or drink until she died. That is meaning it. It is also having desire and expectations for life that are unmet on every level. Now, I have to say that there is a lot more that I will not miss about my life than I will miss, but I won’t miss it to the extent that I have to hurry my departure before it gets worse.
Susan and I looked at things differently. We had different perceptions, different perspectives. Perspective is everything. How we see what we look at makes all the difference. And what something we look at means to us determines, or strongly influences, what we do about what we see. The meanings we ascribe to the things in our lives, run and, perhaps, ruin, our life when we think that the way we see things is the way things are.
And the moral to this story is that we have to see our seeing, walk around it, sit with it, look it over from every angle until we can see the way we are seeing as the way it is and also is. When we examine the impact of our life. upon us, we are examining the impact of the way we see things and the meaning the way we see things has upon us. Changing the way we see things just by seeing the way we see things, changes the meaning life has for us, changes the way we live, changes life. Perspective is everything. As our perspective shifts, our life shifts with it. It is worth our time to sit with what we think we see until we can see our seeing and what impact it is having on the way we live (And how much in the way of drugs and alcohol we consume).
Alone on Christmas Eve — Blowing Rock, North Carolina
We all are born with what we need to find what we need to do what needs to be done in each situation as it arises. And it all depends upon what meets us at birth. Everything hinges on the environment that receives us when we are born. We are never alone. We all are encased in the invisible essence constituting the quality of life on this side of the womb. Many, perhaps most, of us spend our lives compensating for what was missing from our life at birth. And that comes down to, depends upon, flows from, the quality of our relationship with ourselves–and how observant, aware of, the fact of that relationship and the degree of its significance to the life we are living. And the marker reflecting all of this to eyes that see, ears that hear, and hearts that understand, may well be the quality of the manner in which we handle silence. How comfortable are we–how at home are we–with emptiness, stillness, silence? How quiet can we be for how long? What meets us in the silence? What do we do with the quiet? And, to what extent do we enjoy being alone with ourselves?
There comes a time when we must become the parents we never had. When we become the father/mother we needed but wasn’t/weren’t there. I am the best father I ever (never) had–And I have been growing into the role all my life. So that, by now, I am quite safe and secure with me. And enjoy my own company as much as I have ever enjoyed anyone’s. I am a delight to be around. And I laugh at/with me all of the time. Everything I write/think becomes a gift from us to ourselves and to all of those who read/hear what we have to say. The joy of knowing who I am, doing what is mine to do redeems/atones for all that was not there to greet me at birth. May it be so for us all!