@SirWaxnberg I’m hoping to start at Naropa this March. Sounds like a good start, especially as the field begins to take shape. Thanks for the insights!
Some questions.
Will I allow myself the luxury of attentiveness this new year? Will the love I receive transform and transcend my pain in this new year? In what ways can I move to the side of it own interests, so to make room for Love?
@alex_blondeau I also am indifferent in reading the psalms to a dying person makes me a “believer” in anything other than the importance of reading the psalms to a dying person.
@alex_blondeau Sometimes, when a patient asks me to read a Pslam to them, I secretly, in my heart, replace “lord” or “god” with “silence,” and it makes a very important difference. “Silence makes me lie down in green pastures,” is especially poetic.
@DRCOOKEJACKSON Since having children, I have an ongoing letter I’ve written to both of them. I started writing it when my first son was still in my wife’s womb. He’s now 3 1/2 and has a little brother. I don’t write in it every day, but often enough to make a record of valuable moments.
@RizomaSchool My two boys are 3 1/2 and 1 1/2 and it’s the most challenging season of my life. We’re constantly second guessing ourselves because of they’re toddler-isms. We must believe that the work done now will be pay dividends later on.
Got a chance to take my oldest on a hike yesterday. At one point, he saw people walking on a mountainside. “I want to go up there,” he said. So we went up there. My beloved.
Last night I tried to light a candle for a dinner blessing, so my three year old grabbed the candle and threw it on the floor. It’s hard not to feel like a bad father these days, but especially around solstice, for some reason.
I really wish I could carve out time for meaningful traditions for my toddler ages children. Instead, time is spent picking up their rooms, managing tantrums, making their meals, cleaning their filth, and basically just surviving.
Rudolph the Red Nose Reindeer, another victim of neoliberal tendencies. Only after Rudolph produced that which the bourgeoisie approved did he find meaning, purpose, and value. Yet, Rudolph possesses intrinsic value not because of his “doing-ness” but because of his “being-ness.”
We must love our own poverty as Jesus loves it. It is so valuable to Him that He died on the Cross to present our poverty to His Father, and endow us with the riches of His own infinite mercy.
Thoughts in Solitude