What must come, comes.
Face everything with love,
as your mind dissolves
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.
This short practice supports your awareness of interconnectivity.
- Free your hands and wrists of any personal devices. Place them out of arms’ reach and find a comfortable seat.
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.
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.
- Soften your wrists and your gaze. Just observe your hands as though you are seeing them for the first time in your life.
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.