I am going to try a new approach to this Blog thing. After speaking with some people last night we commiserated about the fact that we spend so much time trying to make each post amazing that there are huge gaps of time between each post. So I am going to follow the method I forced myself into in 10th grade when success in algebra seemed so elusive. Keep it simple( stupid) KISS. I am definitly going to try it this way. From now on some blogs may be the masterpieces I so love but many will simply be the daily observations of the world around me.
So here we go...
Wednesday, June 6, 2007
Tuesday, April 10, 2007
Sell your Cleverness and buy bewilderment. ~Rumi
This is in response to Rose Marie Berger's Article in the most recent Sojourners issue. I would invite everyone to read it. The article is about the bewilderment that we so often associate with a negative state of displacement. However her contention is that this state of displacement "is not momentary confusion or uncertainty. It is to become fundamentally displaced. Trauma may bring it on—illness or the death of a parent, companion, or child. Prolonged spiritual practice may bring it on. Accumulated, unattended sorrow may bring it on."
Reading her entire article, which I linked at right, continues on to reflect on how various spiritual teachers have meditated on bewilderment as a moment when all of your possibilities are revealed to you and while it can be terrifying it is one step closer to being completely at ease with the will of God.
Rose Marie Berger explained the sensation like this, "Every once in a while, one becomes profoundly and spiritually bewildered. In the midst of shaping the sandcastle of your life—adding little rooms and windows with a variety of views—you suddenly scoop a little too deep, and brittle-cold sea water rushes in. It covers everything. It dulls all of your neat shovel-cut edges. Glancing up from the quotidian architecture of your life, you confront the awful expanse of the sea: its green water, its endless horizon."
She goes on to quote writers from Merton to Rumi in all their explanations of the unexplainable. Azima Melina Kolin responded to the question of what bewilderment is with this, "In my experience, it is a state I have glimpsed in retreats when the senses are shut (if you are lucky to succeed in doing so) and the mind is redundant, lost."
With Kolin's response I was reminded of several moments but one moment in particular occurred one evening on a mountain top during my employment with Sierra Service Project. We had been going to this same spot every Thursday for the each weeks spiritual meditation moment with the week's set of teenagers. I had of course participated each week and taken the moment to take in the view of the valley below as well as to savor the moments of quiet alone. It was probably the fifth week when suddenly, almost as suddenly as the sea water invades sand castles, I found my mind empty of everything. Not a single voice was present in my mind. In fact it was, well the best way to describe it is with bewilderment. I remember being astonished that their were no voices at all. None that I could even conjour. In that moment I couldn't even remember what they sounded like.
I thought perhaps it was a God moment, but I also contemplated that perhaps I had not had enough sleep all summer and the weeks were almost past. I thought Of Teresa of Avila who would say to her students when they would come to her with a revelation, or God moment, that they should go eat and sleep and see if the moment was still present before making any claims.
This moment on the mountain was gone just as quickly as it arrived. But it was a profound moment which I long to return to. I know now from meditating on similar moments that they are not sustainable. In Berger's article she quotes Azima,"'"It is very difficult for us to experience such bewilderment in our normal consciousness, but the experience is of wonder and immense joy, freedom from self. It is wonderful, and not sustainable. It is a state of grace that I suppose anyone can taste at any time if ... graced."
Have you ever experienced a moment where everything is possible and nothing is possible, where you are so completely blank that everything paints you? I think that when you are in this state of bewilderment you are so completely a part of God and since God is everything at once and nothing at the same once, you are able to be completely at ease with the bewilderment. However, I think that since I didn't have the knowledge of these moments that I let them pass without truly knowing their power to change my life towards God.
Please share your moments of bewilderment. I would love to read and hear about them, then perhaps when we all experience them in the brief moments perhaps we can be better prepared to step into the nothingness of God's presence.
Reading her entire article, which I linked at right, continues on to reflect on how various spiritual teachers have meditated on bewilderment as a moment when all of your possibilities are revealed to you and while it can be terrifying it is one step closer to being completely at ease with the will of God.
Rose Marie Berger explained the sensation like this, "Every once in a while, one becomes profoundly and spiritually bewildered. In the midst of shaping the sandcastle of your life—adding little rooms and windows with a variety of views—you suddenly scoop a little too deep, and brittle-cold sea water rushes in. It covers everything. It dulls all of your neat shovel-cut edges. Glancing up from the quotidian architecture of your life, you confront the awful expanse of the sea: its green water, its endless horizon."
She goes on to quote writers from Merton to Rumi in all their explanations of the unexplainable. Azima Melina Kolin responded to the question of what bewilderment is with this, "In my experience, it is a state I have glimpsed in retreats when the senses are shut (if you are lucky to succeed in doing so) and the mind is redundant, lost."
With Kolin's response I was reminded of several moments but one moment in particular occurred one evening on a mountain top during my employment with Sierra Service Project. We had been going to this same spot every Thursday for the each weeks spiritual meditation moment with the week's set of teenagers. I had of course participated each week and taken the moment to take in the view of the valley below as well as to savor the moments of quiet alone. It was probably the fifth week when suddenly, almost as suddenly as the sea water invades sand castles, I found my mind empty of everything. Not a single voice was present in my mind. In fact it was, well the best way to describe it is with bewilderment. I remember being astonished that their were no voices at all. None that I could even conjour. In that moment I couldn't even remember what they sounded like.
I thought perhaps it was a God moment, but I also contemplated that perhaps I had not had enough sleep all summer and the weeks were almost past. I thought Of Teresa of Avila who would say to her students when they would come to her with a revelation, or God moment, that they should go eat and sleep and see if the moment was still present before making any claims.
This moment on the mountain was gone just as quickly as it arrived. But it was a profound moment which I long to return to. I know now from meditating on similar moments that they are not sustainable. In Berger's article she quotes Azima,"'"It is very difficult for us to experience such bewilderment in our normal consciousness, but the experience is of wonder and immense joy, freedom from self. It is wonderful, and not sustainable. It is a state of grace that I suppose anyone can taste at any time if ... graced."
Have you ever experienced a moment where everything is possible and nothing is possible, where you are so completely blank that everything paints you? I think that when you are in this state of bewilderment you are so completely a part of God and since God is everything at once and nothing at the same once, you are able to be completely at ease with the bewilderment. However, I think that since I didn't have the knowledge of these moments that I let them pass without truly knowing their power to change my life towards God.
Please share your moments of bewilderment. I would love to read and hear about them, then perhaps when we all experience them in the brief moments perhaps we can be better prepared to step into the nothingness of God's presence.
Sunday, March 11, 2007
Lake Charles, LA history
Well it looks like I have been quite remiss in updating my blog. Well here is a short history of the town and area I will be living in here for the next month or so. I hope I can update you more soon.
The first settlers were a number of Native American Tribes. The area’s first white settlers were Mr. and Mrs. LeBleu a French couple who settle Le Bleu’s Settlement. When their daughter married Charles Sallier, settling along the Lake the area soon took on the name of Charleston or Charles town. It wasn’t until 1867 that Lake Charles became the official name of the town, and Charleston was incorporated into the new town name. The term Calcasieu is derived from the Indian term Quelqueshue meaning crying eagle. The people do not identify themselves as Creole but as Cajun.
The area was hit by hurricane Audrey in September 1957, killing around 520 people. Between 90 and 95% of the buildings in Cameron Parish and lower Vermillion Parish were beyond repair. The waves atop the storm surge were nearly 20 feet tall. Locals say that the re-growth of plant life to its pre-Audrey norm took nearly 30 years. An interesting note of fact on the National Weather Service page was the exodus of wildlife the evening before the hurricane struck. Crawfish were observed fleeing the marshes en mass. Some local residents took advantage and captured some to boil the next day. Unfortunately they never got the chance.
Hurricane Rita hit on September 25, 2005. It was the third most intense hurricane ever recorded in the gulf. Over 2 million residents evacuated the area prior to landfall. When Rita finally reached Cameron Parish she was down graded from a category 5 to a 3. The state of Louisiana reported the cost of damage at nearly 11 billion dollars. The total loss of life was close to 120 people.
While many people remained away from the area for as much as three months many people returned, bringing with them many residents from the Katrina devastated New Orleans. The rebuild and clean-up of Cameron and Calcasieu Parish is well underway but so much is left to be done. One woman we interviewed recalled surviving hurricane Audrey only losing a few shingles on the roof. She did however have to throw away nearly all of her belongings in the house because of flood damage. She reported that this was mainly due to the fact that their was no such insurance and the government was yet to be in the business of assisting people recover. People are rebuilding and are very resilient.
The first settlers were a number of Native American Tribes. The area’s first white settlers were Mr. and Mrs. LeBleu a French couple who settle Le Bleu’s Settlement. When their daughter married Charles Sallier, settling along the Lake the area soon took on the name of Charleston or Charles town. It wasn’t until 1867 that Lake Charles became the official name of the town, and Charleston was incorporated into the new town name. The term Calcasieu is derived from the Indian term Quelqueshue meaning crying eagle. The people do not identify themselves as Creole but as Cajun.
The area was hit by hurricane Audrey in September 1957, killing around 520 people. Between 90 and 95% of the buildings in Cameron Parish and lower Vermillion Parish were beyond repair. The waves atop the storm surge were nearly 20 feet tall. Locals say that the re-growth of plant life to its pre-Audrey norm took nearly 30 years. An interesting note of fact on the National Weather Service page was the exodus of wildlife the evening before the hurricane struck. Crawfish were observed fleeing the marshes en mass. Some local residents took advantage and captured some to boil the next day. Unfortunately they never got the chance.
Hurricane Rita hit on September 25, 2005. It was the third most intense hurricane ever recorded in the gulf. Over 2 million residents evacuated the area prior to landfall. When Rita finally reached Cameron Parish she was down graded from a category 5 to a 3. The state of Louisiana reported the cost of damage at nearly 11 billion dollars. The total loss of life was close to 120 people.
While many people remained away from the area for as much as three months many people returned, bringing with them many residents from the Katrina devastated New Orleans. The rebuild and clean-up of Cameron and Calcasieu Parish is well underway but so much is left to be done. One woman we interviewed recalled surviving hurricane Audrey only losing a few shingles on the roof. She did however have to throw away nearly all of her belongings in the house because of flood damage. She reported that this was mainly due to the fact that their was no such insurance and the government was yet to be in the business of assisting people recover. People are rebuilding and are very resilient.
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