by KateVogt | Dec 24, 2019 | Love, Nature, Spiritual - Inspiration, Wisdom to Live By, World Poetry
What must come, comes.
Face everything with love,
as your mind dissolves
in God.
Lalla
The
neighborhood where I was walking was quiet. A flock of birds flew far
overhead and a pair of doves were snuggled next to one another on a telephone
wire. Occasionally, a squirrel scampered soundlessly across a lawn and
into a tree.
Just
as I turned the corner to a busier street, the silence was broken by the sound
of a screen door slapping shut and a patter of footsteps. A woman,
who I later learned was named Irene, was running toward a faint sound of a
high-pitched mewing. Two grey kittens sat near the curb. Nearby on
the street was their mother, lying immobile on her side.
Irene
must have sensed that the news was not good. She had brought two
shoeboxes with her. Asking if I could help, I was handed a box, and she pointed
to the kittens. There was a soft cloth inside. She headed toward
the mother, knelt down, and then took a photo of the cat’s serene face before
wrapping the cloth around her and placing her in the other
box.
Noticing
my curiosity, Irene said, “The photo is for humility. I want to remember
that part of my humanness as I care for these kittens and help them
grow.” She paused and then continued, “It is too easy to forget
that one of the roots of our human species name is humus, or earth,
or dirt. Instead, we (as humans) often center the story around ourselves as
being the rescuer when all I am doing is temporarily stepping in on behalf of
another species. The photo helps me remember that.”
Irene’s
words reminded me of my ancestors, particularly those on my father’s side of
the family who had old-world farm values. My dad Bob was keen to remind
the younger generations that we don’t take any of our material possessions with
us when we die, and we should do the best we can in looking after whatever is
in our care. As children, we were given chores such as feeding the farm
cats in the barn. Each chore inbred a sense of loving humility and
responsibility toward the greater whole.
It
is no wonder that the name Irene is sometimes equated with “she who knows,” or
“peace” in Greek mythology. This Irene whom I met on the street carries
the beautiful timeless value of humble lovingness. Later I found out that
she is a full-time city councilwoman, a regular volunteer and advocate for
housing and employment for all, a mother of two, and a wonderful mentor to the
neighborhood children. She and her husband live simply, regularly feed
stray humans and animals, yet stay healthy in their own bodies and minds.
The cat that died was one that Irene had raised after its mother had died of a
similar car accident.
The
interruption to quietude on my morning walk offered unexpected insight into
navigating life with an old-fashioned, but not outdated, attitude and
perspective of the power of humanness to be more than just the sum of our products,
possessions, and inventions. We have the potential to remember and to
care for this earthly home that we all share. And, to remember that God
and sacredness is within every life gesture and expression. I
endeavor to approach the coming year with a more loving and reverent spirit,
and hope you will join me.
Practice
This short
practice supports your awareness of interconnectivity.
Prepare –
- Free
your hands and wrists of any personal devices.
Place them out of arms’ reach and find a comfortable seat.
- On
both hands, slowly touch the tips of each fingers with your thumb.
- Pause for a breath or two
as you with each finger.
- Invite a sense of appreciation
for the gift of having hands.
Practice –
- With
your palms relaxed, open your hands upward at a level, e.g. level of your waist
or chest, where you can observe your hands.
- Soften your wrists and your gaze. Just observe your hands as though you are
seeing them for the first time in your life.
- Notice
what you notice. For example, the space
between your fingers or the way the fingers and thumb connect into the
palm.
- Perhaps
recall how a baby observes his/her hands.
- Imagine as you observe your palms, you were able to
see all that has passed across these hands of yours – perhaps kittens or
puppies, favorite treats, beloved family, flowers, trees, books, steering
wheels and more.
- Consider gestures – soft and harsh – and other ways
that you have expressed emotions with your hands.
- All life is in your hands. Stretching
back eons, your hands arise from a long chain of connections.
- Take a moment to bring your palms together in front
of your heart. Bow your head. As the poet Lalla suggests, vow to touch
everything with love and reverence.
Transition back into your day –
- When you are ready, return to your day.
This poem appears in Mala of the Heart: 108 Sacred Poems, page 38, edited by Ravi Nathwani and Kate Vogt and published by New World Library. Photo by Jacayln Beales. HEARTH is posted each new and full moon. KateVogt©2019.
by KateVogt | Nov 26, 2019 | Food for Thought, Life Inspiration, Nature, World Poetry
There is a channel between voice and presence,
a way where information flows.
In disciplined silence the channel opens.
With wandering talk, it closes.
Rumi
It has been sunny and warm most of this fall season. A friend Karen and I like to end our workweek
with a walk, and we have found ourselves seeking partially shaded paths. One leads through local neighborhoods to a canyon
with a stream and lush vegetation. Even
with our lack of rain, water still ripples over a rocky streambed, making its
way to an edge of a cliff where it spills into a canyon and continues its flow below.
The trail slopes gently from the upper to the lower part of
the stream. At the base of the
waterfall, it feels timeless. The water
drops like tears from the outcropping above.
As it moves over the face of the stone, its sound shifts and
changes. Somehow it conveys emotions
outside the reach of words, so it is comforting to pause within this worldly
chasm of eternity – and to sit and listen.
All the stories of the world seem to be told within the
falling water. Just as tears can express
our joys and sufferings, each drop stirs something within. As Karen and I sat on a bench during our last
visit to the waterfall, I felt a sense of the ever-present yielding and letting
go of life. For example, the day gives way
to night, night to day, rivers to oceans and oceans to shores, plains into
mountain and mountains to plains, exhales to inhales, and inhales to exhales. And, the fall leaves yield to the earth where
they form compost for new life.
Poets such as Rumi can bring us to the openness of the
pause. Within the space between the
words there is the empty bridge to the next word or phrase. It feels like an invitation to linger there,
momentarily free of wandering. Perhaps
it is an invitation to notice and embrace the richness in the everyday
moment. I hope to pause and listen more
to these wordless messages, whether from our nature-kin or ancient poets. Please join me.
Practice
This short
practice supports your unspoken understanding.
Prepare –
- Find
a quiet place where you can sit comfortably for a few minutes.
- If in a chair, place the soles of your feet on the
floor.
- If you have had a busy day, take a moment and shake
out through your arms and legs – one at a time.
Practice –
- Hold your head in your hands. Allow your palms to cover your eyes.
- Invite the muscles around your jaw to release.
- If you feel comfortable, invite an awareness of your sense of being here with yourself.
- Pause here for a few breaths.
- With your head upright and a soft gaze, bring your hands over your ears.
- Invite the muscles around your belly to release.
- If it feels comfortable, listen to the sound of your breathing.
- Pause here for a few breaths.
- With your head upright and a soft gaze, allow the backs of your hands to rest on your thighs.
- Invite the muscles around your forearms, wrists, and hands to release.
- If it feels comfortable, imagine you are sitting in the presence of that which you hold most sacred according to your belief.
- Pause here for a few breaths.
Transition back into your day –
- When you are ready, return to your day.
This poem is translated by Coleman Barks. It appears in Mala of the Heart: 108 Sacred Poems, page 33, edited by Ravi Nathwani and Kate Vogt and published by New World Library. HEARTH is posted each new and full moon. KateVogt©2019.
by KateVogt | Nov 12, 2019 | Food for Thought, Gardening as Metaphor, Love, Nature, Wisdom to Live By, World Poetry
I was delighted with myself,
having offered everything I had;
my heart, my faith, my work.
“And who are you,” you said,
“to think you have so much to offer?
It seems you have forgotten
where you’ve come from.”
Rumi
Roots were sticking upward and dirt was strewn all over. Given the overall condition of our planet and the increasing frequency of natural disasters, this upheaval was relatively minor. A geranium plant was dangling over the edge of its pot. Apparently a squirrel or bird had dug into the freshly added soil and uprooted the plant in the process.
I up-righted the geranium and gave it a little pat. Notwithstanding my minimalist gardening
attention, I have fondness for this geranium plant. It is a model of resilience, because it has
survived the appetite of the local deer that will eat even “deer-resistant”
plants.
A few days later, a new blossom popped out from the geranium. Upon seeing the cheery red color, I felt a sense of pride. Then, I noticed the scraggly green stock, and remembered that this plant was not only a model of hardiness, but also had its own life capacity. Perhaps it actually had needed to be repotted, i.e., it needed more room for its roots and not just new surface soil that I had added.
The wildlife’s digging might have given the plant what it
required: a chance to be re-rooted. The
dangling geranium could have easily dropped to the ground and found new life
there. My role likely was
accidental.
Such a small and ordinary life event was what I needed to reconnect with a sense of humility. Ironically, two common flower meanings for geraniums are folly and foolishness, both of which I find easy to fall into. Our human minds seem to gravitate toward considering ourselves as the center of our life events and interactions, whether with other humans or the rest of nature.
Prophets and sage poets such as Rumi remind us to recall the
source of all life – we are one of many species sustained by the invisible and
ever-present grace of love. For today,
the geranium is my reminder to slow down and accept the lessons of each
moment. I hope you will join me.
Practice
This short practice supports our capacity to let go.
Prepare –
- Stand
with a hip-width stance.
- Shake
out your right arm for approximately 30 seconds. Then, your left arm.
- Bend
your knees and bounce gently up and down.
Your feet can be flat on the floor.
Practice –
- Come
to a seated position either in a chair or on the floor.
- If in a chair, place the soles of your feet on the
floor.
- Place
the backs of your hands on your thighs.
- Five times, curl your fingers and thumbs toward the
palms.
- Then, allow your hands to remain open.
- Relax
across your eyes and around your jaw.
- Allow
your shoulders and palms to soften.
- Invite
your breath to be smooth and easy.
- Close
your eyes or ease them into a soft gaze.
- Imagine
all the tension and holding on is releasing from your body and mind.
- Invite awareness that all is recycled. As you let go, the universe absorbs and uses
all. Like leaves dropping from the tree
in the fall, the release offers nourishments and makes room for the new.
Transition back into your day –
- When you are ready, return to your day.
This poem is translated by Coleman Barks. It appears in Mala of the Heart: 108 Sacred Poems, page 31, edited by Ravi Nathwani and Kate Vogt and published by New World Library. Photo by Michael Beener. HEARTH is posted each new and full moon. KateVogt©2019.
by KateVogt | Oct 13, 2019 | Food for Thought, Life Inspiration, Wisdom to Live By, World Poetry
Birth, old age,
sickness, and death:
From the beginning,
this is the way
things have always been.
Any thought
of release from this life
will wrap you only more tightly
in its snares.
Dieu Nhan
Some questions are profound. I have come to expect them to be posed by the prophets, poets, or great sages of the world. But it was the three and half year old Eli who looked up and asked me, “Who are you?” Her intonation was such that she was asking from a place of curiosity, not fear or confrontation.
My automatic response was to offer my name. “I’m Kate,” I answered, but it was clear from the look on her face that a mere label was not what she was looking for. It was a search for how I fit into her world, or what my relationship was to her. I had greeted her mom Ami as we gathered our mail from our mailboxes. Eli prompted me to give her a better answer by opening her eyes a little wider and quietly observing my face. “I’m your neighbor,” I said, as I pointed the direction of our apartment. Eli smiled and began to tell me stories about her day.
After our short
conversation, Eli’s question lingered at the back of mind. Probably the most truthful answer I could
have given would be to acknowledge that I don’t know who I am, but I am working
on it. Naturally, that answer is too
esoteric for most anyone regardless of their age. Yet I’ve learned enough to recognize that
there is an indescribable part of me that is, just is.
Until I can fully answer Eli’s question, I am her neighbor and am still held in the cycles of life’s joys and sufferings. Perhaps I should have pointed Eli toward Dieu Nhan who was born a princess, married and widowed. She traversed through the phases of life until there was not even the thought of being a someone. As with other wise beings, Dieu Nhan transformed into a fountain of compassion, kindness, and light-heartedness.
I trust that the
imagined journey is freedom, and that earthly embodiment is its lesson. I am thankful that we live in the midst of
wisdom, which abides day by day, from dawn to dusk, and moment to moment. The trees, plants, animals, wind and sun are
always there to remind us to see the infinite space holding all life. Please
join me in answering Eli’s question, “Who are you?”
Practice
This short
practice supports our capacity for direct perception.
Prepare–
- Turn
your phone and any other devices to airplane mode.
- Find
a quiet and comfortable place to sit.
- If you are on a chair, place the soles of your feet
on the floor.
- Sway
your upper body from side to side a few times.
Return to stillness.
- Slowly
move your eyes side to side, up and down, at a diagonal from one upper corner
of the eye to the other, and then the other direction.
- Blink
your eyes a few times. Then, open your
eyes and mouth wide, as if you are fully amazed. Relax your face but with a slight smile,
sincere not too forced.
Practice–
- Close
your eyes and imagine the warmth of the sun is seeping into your lids and
nourishing your entire being. Soak up
the giving nature of the sun to nourish the plants and support life on
earth.
- Imagine
yourself radiating the beneficial warmth of the sun. Just soft, warm light.
- Open
your eyes into a soft gaze and allow your eyes to receive the sensory
impressions (e.g., colors, shapes, dimensions, shadows, light, textures,
design, or distance). Just receiving,
just experiencing, and just observing with no need to label or analyze.
- After
a few moments, lightly close your eyes again and receive whatever experience
arises. Note: If it is more comfortable for you to keep
your eyes open in a soft gaze, please feel free to do so.
- If
you have lost the gentle smile, invite it to return.
Transition back into your day–
- With your eyes in a soft gaze, slowly scan the
room or space where you are, simply observing.
Invite a sense of child-like delight in being alive.
- When you are ready, return to your day.
This poem appears in Mala of the Heart: 108 Sacred, page 78, edited by Ravi Nathwani and Kate Vogt and published by New World Library. HEARTH is posted each new and full moon. KateVogt©2019.
by KateVogt | Sep 28, 2019 | Food for Thought, Nature, Wisdom to Live By, World Poetry
Knowledge always deceives.
It always limits the Truth, every concept and image does.
From cage to cage the caravan moves, but I give thanks,
for at each divine juncture my wings expand
and I touch Him more
intimately.
Meister Eckhart
A faint sound greeted my ears as I opened the front door. The morning air was otherwise still. There were shades of pink lingering on the wisps of clouds. As I descended the stairs toward the street, the sound came closer. It was like an echo of “-aw” “-aaaw” four times, and then it faded.
The disappearance of the sound disturbed me. Normally, a symphony of different pitches and lengths of caws arises soon after the first one begins. The vocalization of the local crows is a routine morning phenomena that I’ve come to expect. Like the roosters crowing at dawn, the crows here open the day with their distinctive voice. Whenever I sleep much past dawn, I can rely on a few to perch on an electrical wire outside our bedroom window, and chant a continuous series of four long and short caws until I look out at them. Their silence is rare and in the past, it related to an impending storm or quake of the earth.
Fortunately, my concern was quickly eased. While driving out away from home, three crows appeared and began to glide along in front of my car. For several minutes they coasted ahead of me, perfectly synchronizing their pace with mine. I laughed at myself for at first feeling as though they were escorting me along the road. Then, I noticed a slight tension in my hands. It was more than necessary for guiding the car. Here I was, a human clinging – albeit lightly – to a steering wheel, driving in a metal container along the paved earth. Yet, the crows were soaring effortlessly in the freedom of the open sky.
These rather largish birds with their silken black color have long captured the attention of humans around the world. Most of the mythology – from Asian to Europe to Northern Africa to the Americas – portrays these mysterious feathered beings as bad omens, particularly of an impending death. If that is the case, then I welcome their elegant grace in inspiring a little laughter in me. In that light-hearted moment, there was a mini-death of any sense of superiority as a human. I actually felt quite silly transporting my body around in an invention built with, and fueled by, an untold amount of planetary resources. While the crows move freely with the gift of their wings, my journeys are along predictable routes buffered from the air, earth, and those very things that sustain all of life.
My father who lived
until the age of ninety-three always reminded my four siblings and me, as well
as his couple of dozen grandchildren, that it is important to laugh at yourself
every day, and to know that all of life is just on loan. As a
person with a graduate degree, I had to unravel myself from an idea that
knowledge comes from books before I could appreciate his simple, but wise
guidance. Now, I treasure each little moment of laughter as it brings
me a little closer home to myself. I hope you will laugh along with me.
Practice
This short
practice supports our capacity to let go.
Prepare –
- Turn
your phone and any other devices to airplane mode.
- Find
a quiet and comfortable place to sit.
- If you are on a chair, place the soles of your feet
on the floor.
- Make
tight fist with both of your hands and hold for several seconds.
- Release
the fist and lightly shake your lower arms and hands.
- Lightly
brush your fingertips across your face, each of your arms, your torso and your
thighs.
Practice –
- Close
your eyes for a few moments. Imagine any
unneeded tension is melting. Let it go
from your face, chest, and rest of your body.
- Open
your eyes into a soft gaze.
- With each inhale, imagine every cell in your body is
smiling.
- With each exhale, imagine your entire body is saying
“aaah” as though you were settling into a hammock or a similar comfortable
place.
- Continue
for a few minutes.
- Notice
the space between your toes. You might
need to wiggle your toes a bit. Notice
the space between your arms and your body.
Notice the space between your fingers.
Notice the space behind you and all around you.
- Invite
an aura of ease into those spaces and imagine that ease is seeping into your
skin, tissues, muscles, and organs.
Invite ease into the core of your being.
Breathe.
- Imagine
you could hear yourself laughing. Laugh
along with yourself.
- Stand
up and shake everything out – arms, legs, feet, hands – and sway from side to
side as though you were a moving freely in the air.
Transition back into your day –
- Return to your seated position. Sit quietly for a few moments.
- When you are ready, return to your day.
This poem appears
in Mala of the Heart: 108 Sacred,
page 35, edited by Ravi Nathwani and
Kate Vogt and published by New World Library. HEARTH is posted each new and full moon. KateVogt©2019.
by KateVogt | Sep 13, 2019 | Food for Thought, Love, Nature, Wisdom to Live By, World Poetry
Who speaks the sound of an echo?
Who paints the image in a mirror?
Where
are the spectacles in a dream?
Nowhere
at all – that’s the nature of mind!
Tree-Leaf Woman (c. 9th century poet)
As the sun began to set, the pond became still. My husband Jay and I were taking a late afternoon walk around this small body of water in Northern California. Walking a trail high above the water’s surface, we were feeling gusts of wind at the higher elevation, yet visually experiencing the calmness below.
We
continued our walk in silence. We were both in awe of nature’s endless
capacity to express volumes of wisdom within a single moment. The sensory dichotomy between the breeze on
our skin and stillness below was a simple reminder that even though life may feel
chaotic, in our heart of hearts there is steadfast peacefulness.
Jay
and I both had loved resting on the floor in our early school years while listening
to the teacher read a story. Here on the
trail, we had both dropped into that childlike ability to be completely
absorbed in the ancient story unfolding around us. Perhaps
it was imaginary, but it felt as though the sky, sun, wind, and the water had noticed
our attentiveness to their conversation – and lessons.
By
the time we had finished our circumambulation, the pond had become a glistening
mirror. There was a near perfect
reflection of the sky above. They appeared
to be two skies, both with broad brushstrokes of deep purple across a canvas of
oranges, reds, blues, and pinks. This was another sweet reminder of nature’s stillness
offering the grace of clarity of life as it is.
Within
the ups and downs of life, I am deeply grateful for the abiding wisdom tucked within
the flora and fauna, the elements, and all forms of life. As the fall season settles in, I will take
more moments to listen and observe this wordless wisdom. I hope you will join me.
Practice
This practice supports your awareness inner peacefulness and love.
Prepare –
- Turn your phone and any other devices to airplane mode.
- Gently circle one hand over the other 3-4 times. This will feel as though you were wringing your hands.
- Lightly rest the heal of your palms over your eyes for a few moments.
- Take a few deep breaths and imagine that on each inhale that pure joy and love are flowing into every cell of your being.
Practice –
- Walk
to a place where you have a hanging mirror.
- Bring
your face within about eight inches of the mirror.
- Look
into your own eyes.
- Say to yourself silently, “I see the love that you
are. At your heart of hearts, you are
pure peace.”
- Repeat a few times while continuing to look deeply
into your own eyes.
- There
is no right or wrong here, but try to relax and receive the grace of seeing and
speaking to your innermost self.
- If
you wish, try looking at friends and family in this way throughout the day.
Transition back into your day –
- Gently stroke your eyelids and your face with
your fingertips.
- Bring your palms together in front of your
heart. Pause here for a few moments.
- When you are ready, return to your day.
This poem appears
in Mala of the Heart: 108 Sacred,
page 102, edited by Ravi Nathwani and
Kate Vogt and published by New World Library. HEARTH is posted each new and full moon. KateVogt©2019.
