Pivot Points and Perspective Shifts 01

1

The Bible is a treasure trove of metaphorical truth

which we miss entirely in our hysterical insistence

that everything must be factual, literal, actual, tangible and concrete

in order to be real and true.

Abraham left home,

left everything that was familiar and comfortable,

and wandered in the wilderness in search of the Land of Promise,

which he never found.

We are Abraham on our own journey to the Promised Land,

a destination we will never reach in this physical universe,

which is the full realization of who we are and also are,

and of our destiny, our work, what is ours to do,

the life that is life for us, that is ours to live.

The Promised Land does not have latitude and longitude

any more than the Garden of Eden did,

but it is what we are born for, where we are going.

It is who we are, what we are about,

what we are called to undertake in the time left for living.

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2.

Be aware of what you throw away.

Notice every time you dismiss something

that catches your eye,

or reject something that appears to be useless or repulsive.

Every variety of light is the perfect light for some subject.

The work of photography is finding the subject

that is suited for the light we have to work with.

Photography reminds me of the task that is mine, ours, to do.

Stepping into a scene, into a day,

and finding the photograph, no matter what.

Any light is the perfect light for some subject.

I have to find the subject

that is waiting for me in this light,

saying, “How ‘bout me, honey?”

We have to find the gold in each moment.

And, we may find it

deciding this light is more suited for a cup of coffee and a piece of pie

than a photograph.

The gold can be anywhere,

but it isn’t everywhere.

Everything has a hidden side.

Our task is to find the blessing.

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3.

The key to vitality, exuberance, enthusiasm and LIFE

is to look closer at the things which catch your eye.

We dismiss, discount, ignore those things too easily.

The rule is:

Be aware when you are disregarding things that catch your eye—

and look closer, instead!

Examine the interest,

no matter how faint.

Give it the full benefit of the doubt.

Let your first assumption be

that something knows more than you do

and is trying to get your attention.

You are here to take instruction,

to be guided,

to be led along the way to the treasure hard to find,

the precious jewel,

the heart of life itself.

On our own,

we are a leaf being blown by the wind—

maybe this, maybe that, maybe that over there.

We have to trust ourselves to something.

My recommendation is that we trust ourselves

to the white rabbits that wink at us,

and nod, and sometimes call our name.

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4.

Photography is about going back to the good places,

looking again at what you have seen a hundred times already.

Don’t think you have seen anything worth seeing

just because you’ve looked it over once or twice.

Anything worth seeing once is worth looking at again.

Go look.

See what happens.

It’s your arrogance that lets you get by

with thinking you know what you will see and it won’t be much.

Allow yourself to be fooled.

Again and again.

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5.

What we see is a function of how we look,

of what we look at,

of what we look for,

of the filters we place between ourselves

and what’s there,

before us,

waiting to be seen.

We have to be receptive

to receive what is being offered to us.

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6.

We walked our way,

as a species,

to where we are today.

Walking is what we do.

What we have always done.

Why don’t we do more of it?

The Aborigines restored their connection with soul

by taking a walkabout,

not necessarily going anywhere—

but looking for,

and finding,

themselves again.

We get lost when we don’t walk.

We lose our direction,

sitting at home.

We drift away from soul

driving five miles an hour above the posted speed limit,

thinking we are going somewhere.

We live faster than we can process,

than we can accommodate,

than we can adjust ourselves to,

than we can be aware of.

We are built for walking.

Two miles an hour,

two-and-a-half downhill.

We don’t walk,

and wonder why our lives are unlivable.

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7.

Every pursuit has its rules.

Horseback riding is done in certain ways.

So is getting dressed.

Pants on before shoes.

There are no exceptions.

We don’t play basketball the way we play chess.

That Which Has Always Been Called God is approached via

The Rules for Approaching That Which Has Always Been Called God,

and they aren’t the ones we have been told about.

We’ve been handed the wrong set of rules for doing a lot of things.

We spend our lives figuring out what the rules really are.

Horses and cameras will straighten us out in no time.

Too bad more of life isn’t that way.

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8.

Dogwood trees and May Apples,

have their business—

making the most of what they need of the things that come their way.

Their focus is narrow:

light, water, pollination, reproduction.

Wars and weddings and who wears what to the Oscars all go unnoticed.

There are worlds within worlds,

each with its own rhythms and necessities.

May we be as right about what we think is important

as Dogwoods and May Apples are about what they think is important!

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9.

Folks are still farming in the region along the Blue Ridge Parkway,

raising livestock,

growing cabbages and pumpkins,

bailing hay.

Doing what it takes to live their life.

Life is the most persistent force in the universe.

Life does not quit.

Life finds a way.

If we are going to be alive,

that’s the attitude we have to adopt.

We cannot sit around,

waiting for life to please us

Before we live it.

We have to step into our life

just as it is

and find a way to make it work.

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10.

It’s all up to us and we cannot do it alone.

We need the right kind of company to have a chance.

All the heroes on all the journeys

have help with golden threads through the maize,

and sorting the beans,

and figuring out the name.

No one does it alone.

But, as Shel Silverstein said,

“Some kind of help is the kind of help that help is all about,

and some kind of help is the kind of help we all can do without.”

Finding the right kind of company is a trick.

The key is being the right kind of company ourselves.

The rule is:

Be what you need!

Become what you seek!

Other people are likely to need it,

and seek it, too.

Before you know it,

a community forms in the desert,

and the dry land becomes an oasis.

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11.

Our life—

the life that is our life to live,

that only we can live—

is the hero’s journey.

Finding our way to the life that waits for us to live it,

and living it,

is on par with the Iliad and the Odyssey,

the Search for the Holy Grail,

the Lord of the Rings,

Star Wars,

and Harry Potter.

It is epic stuff that we are about.

If we think otherwise,

it is because we have not allowed ourselves

to be gripped by a mythic vision—

that is, a vision of mythic proportions—

and hurled against our will into

the destiny that is ours to fulfill.

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12.

Don’t put off the call to action unless you have to,

that’s my best advice.

I had to wait to take up photography

until the daughters got out of college

and I could afford to buy film.

There are good reasons to wait,

but too often we don’t wait because of a good reason—

we wait because it’s easier that way.

We demur and delay until it’s too late.

Many of the photos I’ve taken are no longer there to be taken.

If I had waited, I could have easily lost the chance.

Life is passing us by!

Start doing the things that you don’t want to die having not done!

The days are flying past!

Begin living each one as it comes—starting today!

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13.

We can look at a Trillium,

or a waterfall,

or a sunset

and either see it or not see it.

Walking through a scene

is no guarantee that we will notice the scene.

Walking through wonder does not mean we will be awestruck,

arrested in mid-stride,

stunned into silence.

In order to see what is before us in each moment,

we have to see what stands between us and seeing what is before us.

What are we “seeing” when we look

that keeps us from seeing what is actually there?

Where are we instead of being here, now?

Only we can bring ourselves into the moment,

and be present with the moment.

There is much to take the moment from us,

but a moment unseen, unlived, is lost to us forever.

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14.

The National Park Service has a slogan:

Your Safety Is Your Responsibility!

It doesn’t stop there.

Our life is our responsibility.

If we do not live it consciously,

mindfully,

intentionally in each moment,

it remains unlived

until we wake up,

and become who we are,

here and now.

We think life is automatic, natural—

that if our vital signs are normal

and everything is operational,

we are alive.

Not so.

We can be 98.6 and breathing,

and be deader than dead.

How to be vibrantly alive in the time left for living

is our problem, our responsibility.

We bring ourselves to life

by connecting with that which is life for us.

We know what brings us to life and what kills our soul.

We know where we belong and where we have no business being.

Are we waiting for someone to make it easy for us?

For someone to invite us to be alive?

Our life is up to us every day.

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15

We have to bend and stretch ourselves

to accommodate the facts of our life—

and we must not do that all glib and smiley-faced.

We must consciously bear the pain of accommodation—

without being sour, bitter, woe-be-gone and doleful.

It is an art,

living truthfully,

consciously,

honestly—

an art that we are not taught to develop.

We are taught to pretend that what is so, isn’t.

We are told that all of the things we don’t like about our lives

are so much better than the things someone else has to tolerate,

that we have no business complaining.

So, we dismiss our complaints.

Deny the burden we carry.

Put on a happy face,

and pretend our way through life.

When we fake it this way,

our body keeps score—

or someone in our family bears the weight of our denial.

Weird how that works, but real.

The spiritual law is this:

Pain will be borne,

consciously or unconsciously,

by ourselves or by someone who loves us.

How well we bear the pain of our life

is an indication of our maturity, grace and awareness—

and a measure of how well we are living.

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16.

Lethargy keeps us in place with its deadly questions:

“So what? Who cares? Why try? What difference will it make? What good will it do? What’s the use?”

Instead of following the white rabbits on the adventure that is our life,

seeing where they take us and what we can do with our lives along the way,

we watch TV,

read about the lives of movie stars,

and go shopping until we die.

We lack incentive, motivation, ambition, enthusiasm.

We are as good as dead.

What will it take to get us moving?

From whence comes the kick in the rear?

We dream of magical interventions (winning the lottery),

and dismiss the simple magic of moving our body out of its accustomed routine

into new patterns of life,

and allowing the white rabbits to have a chance at us.

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17.

We need a sounding board as much as anything—

a place to air things out,

to talk our way to clarity, vision, direction and peace.

The best therapists offer this kind of safe, caring, space,

and invite us to explore our unrest, discomfort, conflicts,

or the sense of things being not quite right somehow.

We talk ourselves to the truth of how things are,

and what needs to happen,

and into the courage to do what needs to be done.

The right kind of conversation restores our soul—

restores us to our soul—

by allowing us to say what needs to be said, seen, realized, understood, done.

Who do we know who invites and allows

the kind of search for the truth that is at the heart of our lives?

We may need to meet some new people.

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18.

Think of your soul as a child

who wants to see, taste, touch, smell, hear, feel, dance, inquire, explore, play, laugh, run, hug, tumble, roll, laugh and not keep score.

Give your soul what it wants

for a minimum of thirty minutes once a day

for the rest of your life.

I’m as serious as I can be.

My soul is laughing—and dancing—

at the very idea of you doing that for your soul.

At the very idea that I have a soul that is mine and you have a soul that is yours.

My soul thinks that is delightful.

But my soul is that way.

What way is your soul?

I have to stop now.

My soul is laughing so hard I can’t type.

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19.

You cannot be spiritual

and spend most of your time being rational, logical, reasonable, intellectual, left-brained.

Soul is a right-brain experience.

Our right-hemisphere divines the path to soul.

We dowse soul as though it were water (which has always been a metaphor for soul/psyche).

We are as dead as we are spiritually

because we think we can think our way to being spiritually alive.

Nope.

We have to live our way there

by trusting ourselves to our right-hemisphere,

and seeing where it takes us.

The child we are within leads the way to soul,

and is soul.

Stop thinking about what to do,

and go play with your soul!

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20.

My soul likes to play a game called

“Get the camera and let’s go looking!”

“Going looking” is one of the things my soul loves to do.

It’s always up for it, and always calling out,

“Stop the car! Turn around! Let’s look closer at that!”

So, my soul and I are always out there looking for something to see.

My hunch is that all photographers share the same soul.

We may all share the same soul for all I know.

Why should there be separate, individual, personal souls?

Why not one soul with many interests and possibilities?

Like facets on a diamond?

How many souls are there?

How many minds are there?

We talk about being “like-minded,”

well how many different minds exist among us?

We share the same sky, the same galaxy,

why not the same mind, the same soul?

Soul mates, all!

We should pretend that is the case, and act like it is.

It would make for a better world in a lot of ways.

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21

We are never more than a perspective shift away from enlightenment,

from waking up,

from seeing things as they are and also are,

from being healed, and whole, and saved (that is restored to ends worthy of us) and well.

Seeing is everything.

And hearing.

And understanding.

And living aligned with that which has need of us,

and the gifts we bring to each situation as it arises.

This perspective entails comprehending what it means to say

“Thy will, not mine, be done,”

and putting ourselves in the service of That Which Knows What’s What.

Who is this “Thy”?

It doesn’t matter.

Call it God.

Call it Tao.

Call it the Great Mother.

Call it the Sacred Source of Life and Being.

Calling it anything is problematic

because once you call it something,

you’ve laid the foundation for creating a set of doctrines

around the thing you call it,

and you have gotten away from

“Thy will, not mine, be done”—

and getting away from the experience of alignment and accommodation

is what we do best,

and keeps things nicely unchanged and unchanging forever.

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22.

When we aren’t trying to make happen what we want to happen,

or keep from happening what we don’t what to happen,

what are we doing?

When we aren’t invested in serving our agenda,

what are we doing?

How do we spend our time when we aren’t trying to make, or keep, things like we want them to be?

Gardening? Yard work? Sewing? Cooking? Reading? Writing? Walking? Drawing? Painting? …

These pursuits “between causes” have “soul value”

in the sense of being things we do “for no reason” beyond the pleasure we derive

(our soul derives) from doing them,

and are, therefore, refreshing and restorative on a spiritual/emotional/psychological (Where DO those lines lie?) level.

And, they could be a better indicator of where life is found for us

than the things we do to “wrestle life into submission.”

We might be pouring life energy into the wrong things,

trying to force something that cannot be forced,

only recognized and enjoyed.

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23.

We live to serve the center, the core, the foundation.

Everything else is busywork.

It may pay the bills, but if they aren’t the right bills, we’re kidding ourselves.

If we aren’t paying the right bills, we are living the wrong life.

The right bills serve the center, the core, the foundation,

and bring forth who we are and also are,

 and help us do what is ours to do.

Finding our way to the center (etc.)

the quest for the Holy Grail, the spiritual journey, the search for home, for where we belong.

We can be distracted from that task

by the glass beads and silver mirrors—

“the 10,000 things,” “the dust of the world”—

that mesmerize and promise eternal bliss,

but we will not be satisfied until we live to serve the core (etc.)

in a “Thy will, not mine, be done” kind of way.

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24.

Your work is to find the work you believe in, and do it.

This may not be the work you are paid to do.

And so, we have to learn to walk two paths at the same time.

Lois Hamilton was paid as a bookkeeper, but she believed in Tatting.

Tatting kept her going.

What keeps you going?

You have a happy fantasy of winning the lottery

and quitting the work you get paid to do because you don’t believe in it.

But.

What will you do then?

Drift around? Hang out at the resorts, on the cruise ships?

Pass the time merrily until you die?

Our work is to find our work, and do it,

while we are working to pay the bills

that enable us to do what we pay the bills to do,

and throughout retirement.

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25.

Every test along the way comes down to “Whom do you trust?”

Will we trust ourselves to our idea of the good: “No Lord! This should not happen to you!”

Or will we trust ourselves to the work that is ours to do, the life that is ours to live no matter what:

“Thy will, not mine, be done!”

Laying aside our work, our life, in favor of our idea of the good is an ongoing temptation,

and the nature of every test along the way.

We never get beyond thinking we know what we are doing—

thinking we’ve got it now—

thinking if they would just do it our way it would be a quick run to glory—

thinking there is a place to be and we have the map.

And we serve our idea of our life rather than our life’s idea of our life.

There is never a better good than doing the work that is ours to do,

living the life that is ours to live—

and we can do that anywhere, in any context, any circumstance, anytime, any place.

One place is as good as another for doing the work that is ours to do,

for living the life that is ours to live,

for living in the service of the good that is good.

If we are going to know anything, know that!

If we are going to do anything, do that!

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26.

We are here to do what is ours to do,

to live the life that is ours to live.

We think it’s about doing what we want,

but it is about aligning ourselves with what wants us.

We think money is about doing what we want to do.

Money is about buying the tools that assist us in doing what is ours to do,

in living the life that is ours to live.

We never get a day off—or take a holiday from—

being who we are called to be,

from doing what is ours to do.

Our work—to the extent that it is truly our work, the work we are called to do—is our life.

If our life is empty, meaningless, boring and stale,

it is because we are not doing the work that is ours to do.

Our work is interesting, meaningful work, but.

It probably isn’t what we have in mind.

It probably isn’t what we want to do.

What do you think it means to say,

“Thy will, not mine, be done”?

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27.

Communities of innocence are innocent in the sense

that the community doesn’t have anything to gain or lose—

it doesn’t have anything at stake—in its members.

The community doesn’t have an agenda it is trying to serve at its members expense.

The community doesn’t try to talk its members into being this way and not that way,

except to the extent that it says, “Be who you are and who you also are!”—

and it does its best to assist its members in doing that.

Communities of innocence listen us into hearing what we have to say.

They are therapeutic in that they serve the self-development and self-determination of their members,

connecting us with who we are and also are,

and helping us live that out in our lives,

but they are not therapy groups.

They do not advertise or charge for their services.

They exist to serve the cause of wholeness, integrity and peace of their individual members.

Your best chance at finding the right kind of community

is to start it by being the kind of person

who offers the right kind of help in the right kind of way to those who come your way—

listening them to recognition and awareness, not telling them a thing.

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28.

The spiritual journey comes down to being who we are and also are,

and to fulfilling our destiny by doing what is ours to do, living the life that is ours to live.

We complicate things by having big ideas, and dreams of glory.

The life we have in mind for ourselves is not the life our self/soul has in mind for us.

What we wish were ours to do has little connection with what is ours to do.

You see the problem.

We are divided within, at odds with ourselves over who is going to guide our boat on its path through the sea.

The story of how we resolve the conflict is the stuff of epic poems, Star Wars, and the Lord of the Rings.

It’s enough to keep us awake nights, wondering how it is all going to turn out.

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29.

We want what we have no business having.

That is as succinctly as The Problem will ever be presented.

It is the story of the Garden of Eden,

and it is the Achilles’ Heel of humankind.

All of our aches and agonies can be traced back to this fundamental kink in our makeup.

Great Blue Herons have their business.

We have our business.

Herons have no aspirations or interest in anything that is not their business.

You couldn’t sell them on the business carried out by Snapping Turtles.

We, on the other hand, are a wiggling, wanting, ball of aspirations for, and interests in,

everything we can imagine that is not our business.

Our life’s work is putting ourselves in accord with the ground, center, core and foundation of our life,

saying “Yes!” to that which is our business and “NO!” to that which is not our business.

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30.

We think being smart is the solution to all of our problems today.

Not!

Being lucky is the solution to our problems any day!

We cannot be lucky if we don’t take chances!

We are here to align ourselves with our business and do it, but we aren’t sure what our business is.

So, we have to guess! Guess and go!

Only do it in good faith.

Good faith is the hinge upon which it all turns.

You can’t do just anything and say you are guessing it is your business.

It has to be your best bet.

You can’t get by with saying, “Oh, maybe this, maybe that.”

You’ll never have the right kind of luck

if you don’t go through life making your best bet

about what is and is not your business.

Kidding yourself is not allowed.

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31.

All we have to work with

are the moment and the gifts we bring to the moment—

the moment and the resources available to work with the moment.

What are we trying to do?

We are trying to see what can be done in light of our mutual interests—ours and the moment’s.

We place all the needs on the table—

what needs to happen here and now in this moment as it unfolds?

Then we walk around the table considering the table,

until something stirs,

separates itself from the pile,

and shows itself to be what obviously needs to be done.

Then, we do it.

We do not step into the moment to show the moment who is boss.

We step into the moment to assist the moment with what needs to happen in that moment.

We live in response to the moment and everything that is present there with us.

We are not separate from our life,

or from the moments of our living,

any more than a stream is separate from its channel.

Our moments carry us where we are going,

as we serve them with the gifts we bring to each one.

~~~

32.

I will go to great lengths and unreasonable expense to put myself in a scene—

to have a chance at a photograph.

This is, at once, brilliant and stupid, my shame and my glory.

I do not know where the line lies between an addiction, a compulsion, and a calling.

I cannot begin to explain, justify, defend or excuse what I do for a living—

I don’t mean what I do to EARN a living.

I mean what I do to have a life, to be alive.

This makes me one with all of you who know what I mean,

and quite to be pitied by all of you who have no idea of what I’m talking about.

I have to go look for a photograph the way Columbus had to go look for India.

~~~

33.

That which has always been thought of as God is experienced as outside of us,

beyond us,

in a “more than words can say” kind of way.

This is called transcendence—

An encounter with a numinous experience transcends us and our world of normal, apparent reality.

Anything can be a doorway to the Numen,

the threshold to transcendence—

dogwood blossoms, a waterfall, the birth of a baby, an expression of adoration and wonder on a child’s face…

The list is endless.

The experience is timeless.

And then, like that, we are snapped back into our present circumstances,

left with the memory of the transcendent moment

and the dream of its hoped-for return.

~~~

34.

Our scenes are our scenes.

Other photographers have better scenes to work with,

and will take photographs we will wish we had taken.

Our work is to take the photographs that are ours to take—

to take them as well as they can be taken—

and let that be that.

Doing our best with what is ours to work with,

and letting that be that is the real key to successful living.

Other people have better options, more resources.

Ours are ours.

We get up each day and step into our lives exactly as they are,

and do what can be done with them—

live them as well as they can be lived—

and let that be that.

Squaring ourselves up with our scenes,

our lives,

and doing our best with them,

and letting that be that

is to be as successful with our photography and with our living as anyone has ever been.

Anyone.

Ever.

~~~

35.

Loss of soul in ancient societies was the loss of conscious, self-determined, existence.

The person would be “taken over” by forces beyond her, or his, control.

Addiction might be a modern equivalent,

and religion is as addictive as alcohol or gambling.

“You have heard it said, but I say unto you,” said Jesus.

And he asked his disciples, “Who do you say that I am?”

And, “Why don’t you decide for yourselves what is right?”

What do we know of God that we haven’t heard from some other source?

How much of what we say of God comes from the common pool of religious platitudes,

and how much comes from our own experience and reflection?

We can lose soul talking about soul when we only say what is being said around us,

when we only think what we are told to think by “those who know best” (Truman Capote).

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36.

Doing our part entails cultivating all the old values—

love, joy, peace, patience, kindness, generosity, gentleness, self-discipline, grace, compassion, tenderness, hospitality, etc.—

and living in ways which express them appropriately throughout our lives.

Hospitality means being open and receptive to a wide variety

of ideas, perceptions, perspectives, ways of seeing and doing things.

It is the opposite of smugness and arrogance,

and is one of the necessary ingredients in developing eyes that see, ears that hear and a heart that understands.

It means knowing we don’t know half of what there is to know,

and more than half of what we think we know.

Thinking like this makes us a lot more fun to be around.

~~~

37.

Jacob Bronowski said, “If you want to know the truth, you have to live in certain ways.”

We have to live truthfully,

with a spirit of free and open inquiry about us—

not living in the service of an agenda,

trying to prove the validity of something we believe to be true, need to be true.

We cannot make up our minds about what is true,

and then try to find evidence supporting our contention.

That isn’t living truthfully.

It’s living with an end in mind.

It’s stacking the deck.

Living truthfully is knowing what we don’t know,

and being up front about it.

It is being as ignorant as we are,

and asking, seeking, knocking our way to eyes that see, ears that hear and a heart that understands.

~~~

38.

There are forces in nature that do not have our best interest at heart.

That do not care a thing about us.

Tornadoes, earthquakes, tsunamis, breast cancer and anacondas, for example.

The list is long.

The idea that the universe is a friendly place,

and is here to help us toward wealth and prosperity

is a happy fantasy that ignores the facts.

The universe has no interest in us so we better be interested in ourselves and one another!

We are all we have!

That being the case, start noticing how often you set yourself aside.

You cannot do that and live truthfully.

Living truthfully means, among other things, embracing the truth of you,

being true to yourself,

bringing yourself forth into the time and place of your living—

not repressing, suppressing, denying yourself,

and stuffing yourself into some dark corner

 because you are not suitable for the light of day.

Whose side are you on?

The anaconda’s?

~~~

39.

We have to have the freedom of our own life.

Our symptoms suggest that we are not fee.

We have to examine our symptoms, and ask where the constraints are.

Where are we being held captive by the life you are living?

How do we keep ourselves from thinking about the life we wish we were living,

the life we could, maybe, one day live?

We can be held hostage by legitimate responsibilities,

but the most abusive guard at the prison with no bars

is our fear of what might happen if we walked away.

We are, too often, our own jailer.

Symptoms suggest invisible bars.

Our work is to become conscious of all that is keeping us

bound to a life that is not conducive to being alive.

We begin living truthfully as we face the truth of how it is with us.

The truth of how things are

Invites us to consider how things also are.

There will be doorways and thresholds we haven’t begun to imagine.

~~~

40.

Look around you.

Note everything that has a human origin.

All of it is just made up.

Everything you see began as a figment of someone’s imagination.

Pianos? Someone imagined a piano, if you can imagine that.

Everything we have created over the history of the species originated in our imagination.

That being the indisputable case,

what is more real, concrete, or the imagination that imagined concrete into existence?

Why do we think the world of concrete and steel is the Real World,

and that  anything to do with our imagination is frivolous and inconsequential?

Why do we dismiss imagination and emphasize logic and reason

to the exclusion of instinct and intuition at every opportunity?

God lives on the right side of our brains.

The length of the spiritual journey is the distance

from the left side of our brain to the right side of our brain.

I’m making all this up, of course,

but that doesn’t mean you can throw it away.

~~~

41.

We are here to do right by ourselves and by each other,

and conflicts of interest abound.

My good is often your bad.

Your good is often my bad.

How do we do right by everyone in the room,

in the world?

We have to work it out.

One important aspect of working it out is recognizing early on what can be done,

and cannot be.

There are people whose good is the only good,

who must be coddled to or else.

These people are abusive and toxic to our souls.

I recommend giving them a wide berth.

We desperately need the presence of those

who understand and honor the nature of LIFE—

the importance of doing right by ourselves and each other,

and working out the differences,

the conflicts of interest,

to everyone’s mutual satisfaction

across the board and around the table.

When you meet people like that, make them your friend.

~~~

42.

Suicidal thoughts and impulses may indicate that something needs to die

but that something is definitely not the person with the thoughts and impulses.

The thoughts and impulses are not to be taken literally,

but metaphorically.

They generally come upon us at the transition points in our lives

(adolescence, divorce, job loss, kids leaving home, etc.),

and point to the fact that the way we have been living needs to be “laid to rest.”

We have to die to our idea of how life ought to be lived—

we have to change our minds about what is important—

so that we might live the life that we are being called to live.

So that new ideas and new perspectives may emerge.

Our thoughts and fantasies of suicide

may indicate that we are at a transition point,

that we are being asked to grow beyond,

to move beyond,

where we have been,

and live in light of where we are going

with a different goal, a different purpose.

Our life is calling us forward,

 and we are being asked to let go of the past,

that the adventure might begin.

~~~

43.

This is the way things are.

This is what we can do about it.

And that’s that.

Trying to avoid legitimate suffering by refusing to recognize,

accept and live in a world that is not how we wish it were

is the source of all our suffering.

“Where there is a will, there is a way!” we say,

re-doubling our efforts to make the world and our life how we want them to be.

What does wanting know?

Wanting the wrong things is what we do best.

And we cannot un-want what we want,

or want what we do not want.

We want what we want, and are determined to have it, regardless of the price.

Our wanting is part of the way things are,

and we can’t do anything about it.

And that’s that.

Well, not quite.

We can do something about it.

We can be aware of it.

We can know the degree to which we are enslaved to our reckless, wanton, wanting.

However, with consciousness comes suffering consciously.

Bearing the pain of our bondage to wanting what we have no business having—

And waiting for the shift to happen.

~~~

44.

Our work is finding our work and doing it, finding our life and living it.

We facilitate the search by learning the language of soul.

Soul speaks in metaphor, relishes paradox, loves images, approaches us playfully, through imagination, instinct, intuition, paradox and irony.

Soul loves the role of devil’s advocate,

and is always compensating for over-developed states of ego-consciousness,

so that if we dream we are a pig wallowing in the mud and are horrified by that image,

we might wonder if we are not trying to be a bit too pristine and pure in our actual life.

If we relish the pig image, it’s a different matter,

and we might look for where we are overdoing it,

or wishing we had more freedom for personal expression.

The same dream can have quite different meanings at different stages of our life.

Soul speaks a language that is quite context and situation specific.

Soul is very much here-and-now, present and real—

As if to say, each night,

“This is how it is in your life right now!”

Which is meant to help us in the work to find our work,

and to live our life.

~~~

45.

In becoming who we are called to be, we never get far from who we already are.

The “journey” is just a slight shift in perspective that takes a lifetime to pull off.

The work is to be ourselves, within the context and circumstances of our life—

to integrate who we are and who we also are,

to reconcile the opposites,

square up to the conflicts,

integrate the polarities,

welcome all sides to the Guest House (Rumi),

and enjoy the party.

Harmony, wholeness, completion, genuineness, authenticity, integrity, oneness, peace—

these are terms that describe the end result of the work that is ours to do,

work that is facilitated, made possible,

by grace and compassion for ourselves and our situation.

This is the work that takes a lifetime to complete.

And, we’ll never get it done if we don’t get started!

~~~

46.

Our work is our work, and not the things we get paid to do.

We do the things we get paid to do to do the work that is ours to do—

to buy the tools and the goods (food, clothing, shelter you know) we need to do our work.

Our work is our destiny,

what we are built for

(You wouldn’t want me doing your small engine repair),

what is ours to do.

Life has a way of separating us from our life,

from what has life for us, from our work.

The 10,000 things are offered as substitutes for the things that bring us to life, and are life for us.

There is little to assist us in doing the work that calls our name,

but there is enough.

Something stirs within us,

something catches our eye.

We move toward the thing that moves us,

and find just enough help to keep going

in the service of what we live to do.

Trust yourself to the faintest glimmer of hope still smoldering within.

Blow gently on the coals.

Believe in the fire.

~~~
47.

We walk into a scene, looking, hoping.

We step into our life with our eyes open.

Looking for what is there.

Trying to see things as they are.

Open to what truly needs to be done and what we can do about it.

We bring with us what we have to offer to the scene,

to our life,

hoping to find a way to offer what we have to give as a grace and a blessing upon what is before us.

We are not here to plunder the scene,

to pillage our life,

to loot, ransack, rifle, exploit

and move on to look for more treasure somewhere else.

We are the treasure we bestow upon the scene,

upon our life.

We are here to give what we have to offer for the good of the whole.

Our perspective, our presence, can transform for good or for ill.

Our challenge is to tread lightly,

live benevolently,

and leave kindness in our wake.

~~~

48.

Not one of us is here, now, as the result of careful planning and minute attention to detail.

Yet, not one of us can deny that here we are right now.

We don’t know where we will be tomorrow or in 5 years,

but that doesn’t stop people from asking, “Where do you think you’ll be in 5 years?”

Like 5 years ago we could have told them we would be here, now.

The other thing is that we all have come through some bad stuff to get here.

We never thought we would make it.

But now, here we are.

These two facts will be true throughout our future.

We won’t get there by planning it out,

and we will get there by dealing with some bad stuff.

We have done it already.

The fact that we are here, now, is proof enough

that we have done in our past what we will need to do in our future.

You can trust yourself to the care of that which has delivered you to this point in your life.

If that’s not having it made,

it’s the next best thing.

~~~

49.

We all know how nice it would be to have help from on high (or anywhere)

in dealing with the deep needs of life,

like food and water and encroaching Bad Guys.

We all need a sanctuary where we can express our fear and anguish,

and invoke the benevolent powers to intervene in our behalf.

Where do you go to find help with what you need?

Carl Jung said whenever we encounter something mysterious

we project our own assumptions onto it.

We tell ourselves things about it that make sense to us—

and have nothing whatsoever to do with what we experience.

We create a religion and talk about “the man upstairs.” 

There is no man.

There are no stairs.

Jung also said, “In each of us there is another whom we do not know.”

He is speaking of the Deep Self in the unconscious psyche.

We project outward what is inward, and seek “out there” beyond the cosmos,

the source of consolation and reassurance—

that ever-present help in time of trouble—

that dwells within.

To access The One Who Knows within,

we have to learn the language of soul,

and become friends with silent reflection,

holding in our awareness,

the full truth of the present moment,

and see what occurs to us,

what draws us forth into the field of action.

~~~

50.

Nature’s timetable leaves a lot of time between the times for action.

If you have a pet, you know what I’m talking about.

There is a lot of sleeping and lying about going on.

The animal world doesn’t live by the clock, or keep a full social calendar.

Migrations happen on a more or less fixed schedule.

The search for food and water is on-going.

Sex happens when it needs to.

Beyond that lies waiting.

Between the times for action, we wait.

But.

When we wait, we get bored.

We cast about, flip through the channels, look for some entertainment, some diversion, some distraction to take our minds off waiting.

Looking for some action, we miss the time for action when it comes upon us

We are distracted by the 10,000 diversions we have created to fill up the empty time,

and don’t know what to do or when it is time to do it.

All time is not empty,

but it may as well be, because we fill all of it artificially,

and cannot tell “the fullness of time,”

the time that is “right,”

from “ordinary, empty, dullsville, boring” time.

We have lost the art of waiting.

Don’t even know that we are waiting.

We think life is passing us by when it is waiting for the time to be right to call our name.

~~~

51.

No one ever had a problem with things going her or his way.

It’s when things don’t go our way that our troubles begin.

When things don’t go our way, we respond in a way designed to get things to go our way.

This is called Refusing To Take No For An Answer.

It is sometimes called Flailing About Helplessly.

It comes from not being clear about the nature of things.

Let me explain it to you:

Things will not go our way, and how we respond to that makes all the difference.

We begin to improve our responses by being mindfully aware of how we are responding.

We grow ourselves up this way,

And transform our part of the world.

Who knows where it will end?

~~~

52.

Yes and No are all we have to work with.

We step into each day with only Yes and No at our disposal.

How we apply them determines the outcomes of our days.

The process is complicated by our ambivalence about many things.

On the one hand, Yes, on the other hand, No.

We have to come to terms with our ambivalence—

not so as to get rid of it, but to bring it forth, relish it, delight in it, explore it.

All of our decisions would be better decisions

if we didn’t rush past ambivalence

on the way to decision.

Recognize ambivalence when it is upon you!

Splash around in it!

Let the magic work!

The magic is the heart of life.

We don’t know what to do with our Yes’s and No’s.

We’re lost, with nothing but Yes and No to work with.

Everything depends on the magic,

and the magic requires us to be as ambivalent as we are for as long as it takes for the magic to work.

So, sit with ambivalence, bring it forth, explore it, inquire of it, listen to it, live it.

Put everything on the table and consider the table.

Walk around the table.

Listening.

Looking.

Waiting to see, hear, perceive and know,

in light of the whole shebang,

what is Yes! and what is No!

~~~

53.

Our lives unfold, emerge,

in a dance with our circumstances and our proclivities.

The place of consciousness

is to bring ourselves forth in light of what we know of ourselves

at every point in our living.

We are mostly unconscious,

hidden away,

known and made conscious by the one who knows us best—

that would be us—

within the context of our life.

Think of our context as fate—

what we are born into,

the givens,

the things we can’t do anything about,

the time and place of our birth, for instance,

the constraints and opportunities that define our days.

Think of our self,

the person we are capable of becoming,

as our destiny—

who we show ourselves to be through the process of living our lives.

We embrace and bring forth our destiny within the confines of our fate.

Or not.

We can succumb to our fate

and be who we are told to be by our circumstances

and Those Who Know Best (Truman Capote’s term).

Our task is to unfold ourselves,

and redeem our circumstances as a boon to the world.

The Hero’s Journey.

~~~

54.

We live such discordant lives!

We are torn between a myriad of emotions and values!

Conflict abounds!

Contradiction and ambivalence prevail!

And our work is to integrate the whole,

to reconcile the opposites,

make peace,

serve wholeness’

Be at-one with ourselves and our life.

Makes us crazy.

Wears us out.

Sends us into neuroses and addiction.

All of which adds to our workload.

Now, we have more opposites to reconcile,

making this square with that!

Carl Jung says the mandala is the soul’s way of soothing itself,

holding itself together in torn and broken world.

Life is, well, modern art, all jagged and off-center and out of sync,

layers of contrasting colors, loud, ugly.

Soul yearns for peace, oneness, wholeness, completion,

and takes refuge in creating/coloring mandalas—

making complimentary what could be contradictory and negating.

using a rectangle or a square instead of a circle,

to bring the elements of the photo together into a harmonious whole,

grounding and soothing my soul,

making peace.

When you find yourself doing work that you love to do,

don’t be surprised to discover

that you are making mandalas

in one way or another.

~~~

55.

Nothing makes us happier than busting it

in the service of that which needs what we have to offer,

and needs to be done,

whether it is convenient, easy, fun and enjoyable or not.

We think happy is the natural outcome of convenient, easy, fun and enjoyable.

We will not be happy until we change our mind about what constitutes happiness.

We are in the mental, emotional, physical state we are in because we will not,

under any circumstances,

change our mind about what we think is important.

Our life has been banging us against the wall of unrelenting reality all our lives long,

and we have been just as unrelenting in our insistence

that what we say is important IS important!

The first lesson of the spiritual journey,

which is the journey to wholeness,

which is the journey to maturity,

which is growing up,

which is seeing things as they are,

which is being clear about what truly needs to be done and doing it—

the first lesson of that process is this:

How we see things isn’t how things are.

How we wish things were isn’t how things are.

We have to change our mind about what is important a lot along the way.

~~~

56.

It is easy to be distracted and overwhelmed by the events and circumstances of our life.

No connection is easier to lose than the one with the invisible world.

Yet, it is only a perspective shift away in any time, any place.

Every moment is a threshold to the other world for those with eyes to see, ears to hear, a heart that understands.

We only have to open ourselves to the all-ness of any situation in order to see what else is there.

Stuck in traffic, we can see that we are part of the great river of life,

with everyone going her, his, way,

and also participating in the same experience of life

that all people in every time and place have experienced,

with each of us serving ends quite beyond us

that we don’t know anything about,

locked in, as we are, to what is important to us individually.

As we begin to wonder what else is important and how we know,

we are close to opening ourselves to the presence of our inner guide, our invisible twin—

close to being conscious of that partnership which transforms our ordinary life

into a magical tale of epic proportions.

We transport ourselves from being stuck in traffic

to being in the company of our inner guide on the Hero’s Journey

with only a slight shift in perspective.

~~~

57.

We are not here as a tourist walking through our life,

liking this, not liking that, wondering what’s for dinner and what’s after that.

We have business here.

What is your business?

What truly matters?

What are the things that you are to be about,

that you are here to serve with your life?

What is satisfying?

What is interesting?

What is meaningful?

No one can answer these questions for us.

They are our questions to answer for ourselves.

We would not trust anyone else to order our desert for us.

Why do we trust anyone else to tell us what to do with our lives?

Our life is our responsibility.

We cannot do just anything with it, as though it does not matter how we live.

“Maybe I’ll go snowboarding today,

or sit by the fire and read a good book.”

The day is not ours to do with as we please!

We have work to do,

bringing ourselves forth as a blessing, a grace, a gift to the world.

We cannot be casual, indifferent, clueless.

We have to take up the work of knowing what our work is,

and doing it in the time left for living.

We cannot think one choice is as good as another.

~~~

58.

It is important to know what is important, and what is not.

It is important to know what our business is, and what it is not.

Ah, but.

These things change with time and circumstance.

One here and now is not another.

What is important here, now, has no value there, then.

Our business is like the wind that blows where it will, but.

It is always our business to know what our business is,

what is important,

what needs us to do it,

in each situation as it unfolds—and to do it.

Formulas, rules, recipes, laws, conventions are no guide.

They are shortcuts at best,

evidence that we will work harder to avoid the work that is ours to do

than doing the work the work requires—

listening, looking, seeing, hearing—

and responding courageously to what is being asked of us

in each here and now that comes along.

How do we know what is being asked of us?

We have to risk being wrong!

We have to take a chance with everything on the line!

That’s the heroic part of the Hero’s Journey.

~~~

59.

Play like a rookie.

That’s my best advice.

Everybody wants to be seen as an Old Pro.

Everybody one-ups everybody else,

wants to know more than anybody else has ever known.

Do better than anyone has ever done.

Know nothing.

Do everything as though it is the firs time.

That’s my best advice.

Look at the world as though you have never seen the world.

Listen like you have not heard the first thing.

Ask, inquire, of everyone about anything.

Hunger and thirst for understanding—f

or RIGHT understanding.

Everyone can teach you something

if you consider them with eyes that see, ears that hear, a heart that comprehend.

Everything you know can be known differently,

has other sides,

can be seen in other ways.

Be open to what the world has to show you.

Be receptive to what the world has to give to you.

Be eager to learn all of it all over again

fresh every day from the ground up

just like a rookie.

~~~

60.

We are born with everything we need.

We have what it takes but.

It takes nourishing and nurturing our connection with what it takes—

with the resourcefulness and resolve that comes with us out of the womb.

Apart from a nourishing, nurturing, environment—

and the creation of that environment is as much our responsibility

as it is that of those whose charge we are.

We cannot place the burden of a failed environment entirely on the shoulders of others—

we have a part to play in the crafting of a life of soul.

We have to learn the language of soul,

tend to the affairs of soul,

live soulful lives.

When we take care of our relationship with soul,

that relationship provides us with all we need to do what is ours to do—

to do what truly needs to be done—

in each situation as it arises but.

That is not what we have in mind.

We want more than soul has to offer.

Soul can only provide us with an interesting, meaningful life.

We want the lights and action, you know.

The stuff sold by Madison Avenue,

glass beads and silver mirrors and promises of happiness ever after.

Given a choice between euphoria, or interesting and meaningful,

go with interesting and meaningful.

Your soul will be euphoric.

~~~

61.

We wake up when we see how things are and how they also are.

We grow up when we square ourselves up (reconcile ourselves)

with the contradiction between how things are and also are,

and how we want them to be (how we wish they were).

We wise up when we align ourselves with the core, the center,

and live in ways which exhibit/express who we are and also are

in serving what truly needs to happen in each situation as it arises.

This is all there is to it, waking up, growing up, squaring up, wising up.

It all comes down to laying ourselves aside in a “Thy will, not mine, be done” kind of way but.

We are the ones who say what is “Thy will” and what is “my will”—

we don’t take anyone else’s word for these things.

We are the ones who conceptualize the “Thy”—who say who or what the “Thy” is.

And we—only we—know the difference between

What we know the Thy wills

And what we will.

We live on the basis of our evolving understanding of what constitutes life—

of what being alive and really living are all about.

And what that asks of us.

It is our task to be as alive as we can be

in each situation as it arises.

 May we hold nothing back in that work,

and amaze ourselves in increasingly wonderful ways!

~~~

62.

Joseph Campbell, and T.S. Elliot, talked about The Wasteland.

The Wasteland is dry and tasteless and barren.

It is where people go through the motions of living, but are dead.

It is the place Jesus talked about when he said,

“Leave the dead to bury the dead.”

They are dead because they have no life of their own.

They do what they are supposed to do, what somebody else tells them to do.

They think what they are supposed to think,

believe what they are supposed to believe,

vote for who they are supposed to vote for.

They never have an idea or an inclination of their own.

They never say anything they haven’t been told to say.

They paint by the numbers, and stay carefully within the lines, and all of their paintings look exactly alike.

They carefully step in the black footprints laid down by their ancestors,

and do not deviate in the slightest from how things have always been done

because that is they way they are supposed to be done.

They are afraid to do it any other way because they have been told they will go to hell if they do.

They are in hell because they believe in hell,

And will do anything to avoid going to hell.

They have sacrificed their life in the here and now

in the hope of escaping hell in the then and there, that is, after they die.

But their lives are hell.

What would you be willing to go to hell for?

Don’t let anything stand between you and the life that is yours to live,

particularly the idea of hell.

~~~

63.

We are on our own here.

It is all up to us.

And we cannot do it alone.

We need the right kind of help from the right kind of company.

We need the supportive presence of the right kind of community to have a chance.

All of the heroes have help.

Where would Harry Potter be without the people who keep coming forward to assist him along the way?

Or Frodo?

Or Luke Skywalker?

Or Jesus?

But the right kind of help is hard to find.

We increase our chances of finding the right kind of company

by being the right kind of company ourselves.

The kind of company I have in mind

is a community of innocence with no interest, investment, or stake in its members—

it doesn’t need us, we need it.

We need it to listen to us until we say what we need to hear.

to ask the questions which lead us into the struggle of articulation—

of interpretation—

and deepen our own understanding of what we are trying to say

by helping us make conscious what is true,

and what is also true about our situation in each moment of our lives.

Awareness, consciousness, mindfulness,

is our only tool in the work to be who we are (and also are),

to see what needs to be done and to do it.

Communities of innocence are our hedge against the darkness.

We create them as much as find them

by being what we need,

and attracting those who are looking for what we are looking for,

so that we help each other along the way.

~~~

64.

We grow up against our will.

We do not easily accommodate ourselves

to a life that is not lived on our terms,

or we accommodate ourselves too easily—

handing ourselves over early on,

surrendering compliantly to the dictates of Those Who Know Best And Must Be Pleased,

going where we are led,

doing what we are told to do,

all our lives long.

For the sake of peace and harmony.

We make no waves, rock no boats, just go along.

To grow up,

we have to have a will,

and have to experience the agony of setting our will aside

in the service of a greater will,

which is, strangely enough, also our own.

The struggle is within,

with ourselves,

over which good we will serve with our lives.

This is the Transforming Ambivalence

out of which we are born into the life that is our life to live,

acquiescing in a “Thy will, not mine, be done” kind of way.

Who is the “Thy” we experience as “other”?

My theory is the “Thy” is “Also Us,”

Carl Jung’s “Within each of us, there is another, whom we do not know.”

This Other resides in the unconscious part of ourselves,

and knows more than we do about who we are and what is ours to do.

It is our place as a conscious ego to reconcile our perspective,

our take on things,

with that of unconscious psyche/soul/self within—

physical with spiritual—

and live in this world in full partnership with the other world.

What enlightenment is all about.

~~~

65.

At some point, we have to let our life come to us

in a “Here I am! If you want me, come get me!” kind of way.

Of course, we have to mean it.

This is no game we are playing.

We are in or we are out.

What’s it going to be?

Our life is not lived on our terms.

This is the hinge upon which our future turns.

Are we up for it or not?

Don’t be flirting with your life with eyes on some other, finer, life.

Shirley, you’ve lived long enough by now

to know you don’t know what you’re doing—

even if your name isn’t Shirley.

Your best bet is trusting yourself to your life

and seeing where it goes.

 So, when you say, “Come and get me,”

you have to be ready to go wherever it takes you no matter what.

Whose side are you on is the fundamental decision.

Be clear about it.

Our life is as responsible for finding us as we are for finding it.

It is not all up to us to run here and there, “Maybe this, maybe that!”

We wait and watch for that which resonates with us,

winks at us, calls our name—

and we ask when it does, “Are you the life that is mine to live, or shall I wait for another?”

And, perhaps we won’t have to ask.

Our life may grab us by the neck and hurl us into living it.

It’s hard to say anything definitive

about The Mystery of Life and Being.

~~~

66.

If you start with whatever is important to you

and honor that with your time and attention,

it will lead you to something else that is important to you.

Keep serving what is important to you

and allow yourself to be passed along from one important thing to the next.

One important thing will lead to another,

and you are just along for the ride in the service of what is important.

Over time you will develop your ability to rank things in their order of importance,

and increasingly serve things of greater importance.

Serving what is important will also grow you up

by forcing difficult choices on you.

You cannot do what is right for you and what is easy for you.

What will it be?

A word of warning:

This exercise fails if you remain stuck

with things you like to do but are not important,

that do not call you out of your comfortable haze

into doing what needs to be done in the service of what is important.

If you think being comfortable is more important

than doing what is important,

you may be live out your life with the sofa and TV.

~~~

67.

Jesus came asking, “Who do You say that I am?”

and “Why don’t You judge for yourselves what is right?”

but we let Them tell us what to think, believe, say and do.

Those Who Know Best And Must Be Pleased direct our lives.

No one directed Jesus’ life.

Jesus thought and acted out of his own authority all the way to the grave.

Jesus did what he thought needed to be done in each situation as it arose,

healing on the Sabbath,

associating with the wrong kind of people,

touching the Unclean…

We go where we are led and carefully color within the lines.

What do we know to be true—

what do we know to be right—

that we did not hear from someone else?

What is it about our life that is Ours?

We even allow Them to tell us what questions we can ask,

and get permission before we do any new thing.

How alive is that?

Never risking disapproval?

Never taking a chance with our own preferences and interests?

Never trusting ourselves to what resonates with us?

Never going where They tell us not to go?

Who shame us with, “What would Jesus think?”

What would Jesus think of Them shaming us in his name,

and in so doing desecrating all that is holy and untamed?

~~~

68.

We are over 4,000 years removed from the God of Abraham, Isaac and Jacob,

and over 2,000 years removed from the God of Jesus of Nazareth.

Jesus sets the tone for us by seeing God with his own eyes,

and not with the eyes of traditional religion.

Jesus’ God was alive in the moment with Jesus,

and that God’s spirit was like the wind, blowing where it would.

There is no nailing that God in place,

locking that God up in dogmatic decrees,

chaining that God to doctrines and creeds.

Jesus introduces us to the God of our own experience,

our own perceiving,

and calls us to have the courage to wake up, open our eyes and see—

and live toward as much as we can intuit of God in each moment of our living.

To do this, of course, we have to live truthfully.

We cannot be kidding ourselves about who we intuit God to be,

and who we intuit God asking us to be,

in the here and now of our living.

Yet, kidding ourselves is what we do best.

No! Telling ourselves what we want to hear is what we do best.

No! Letting ourselves off the hook is what we do best.

No! Shooting ourselves in the foot is what we do best…

We are the work that is ours to do.

May we have what it takes to do it as it ought to be done!

~~~

69.

We don’t find the path with our name one it—

we don’t live the life that is our life to live—

without taking chances.

This is a problem.

We fear being wrong worse than we fear dragons and giants.

Our fear of being wrong IS a dragon

 and a giant with whom we must deal.

All of the old epic themes play out in our work to be who we are,

where we are, when we are, what we are, why we are, how we are (and also are).

This is heroic stuff we are about,

so we can’t let the fear of being wrong,

of looking stupid,

of everyone knowing we don’t know what we are doing, etc.

stop us from taking chances.

We make our best guess about what is our business—

and what is not our business—and see what happens, and where it goes.

~~~

70.

The wrong kind of help is everywhere.

It is up to us to choose our advisers and supporters.

It is up to us to attend the helpers and guides that come our way.

It’s all up to us to know whom to look to for guidance.

Everything is exactly as it seems,

and nothing is as it appears to be.

(Your left brain can’t handle this paradox,

so you are going to have to learn to see, hear and understand with your right brain—

but bring your left brain along for when you need what it has to offer.)

In learning to discern the helpers who are helpful,

you are creating for yourself a community of innocence

that can receive you well

and listen you to the truth of how things are,

and also are and what you need to do about it—

without telling you what to do!

There is no advising, or criticizing, or sympathizing, or proselytizing

in a community of innocence—just very deep listening with the right kind of questions

and a good bit of the right kind of laughing.

It’s a very safe place without answers,

except for those you come up with on your own.

And exactly what we need for the work that is ours to do!

~~~

71.

You are the magic you seek.

You want help with your life, direction, courage, stability… The list is long.

You are the source of all that you need.

All you have to do is trust it to be so and, this is the hard part, GET OUT OF THE WAY!

The conflict is within.

We are Harry Potter and Lord Voldemort,

but our situation is more difficult because in our case, neither must die.

In our case, we have to work it out—

not in a once-and-for-always kind of way,

but in an ongoing, unending, constant and continuing kind of way.

We do that by making the conflict conscious,

and bearing the pain of negotiation and compromise all the way.

The key ingredient is good faith on the part of all parties.

Rumi said, “If you are not here with us in good faith, you are doing terrible damage.”

We negotiate, not for what we want to happen,

but for what truly needs to happen.

We seek the truth of how things are and how things need to be.

We lay aside everything that interferes with the search for, and service, of truth—

the truth of how things are and the truth of what needs to be done in response.

We acquiesce and let it be.

“Thy will, not mine, be done,” you know—

with the “Thy” being the Transcendent Reality

beyond our personal good, gain, benefit, perspective and ideas of how things ought to be.

It’s a trick to pull this off, but when we do, magic happens.

~~~

72.

When we reach the end of a rope,

we cast about, anxiously wondering, “What am I going to do?”

This, believe it or not, is a very good place to be.

Here, our lives crackle with possibilities,

and are as magical as they will ever be—

because comes the answer to the “what am I going to do” question:

“Whatever you say!”

We make the call.

There is no one but us to say what now, what next.

We think we are here to settle down, to get cozy and comfortable and enjoy our life.

No settling down.

No getting things just right, propping our feet up, and smoking cigars.

Life is movement.

We live on the move,

passed along from one thing to the next.

Whatever we decide to do next, it will carry us to what is next after that.

Everything leads somewhere else.

We do what seems like the best thing to do under the circumstances,

and that will lead to different circumstances,

and we do what seems like the best thing to do there,

and magic begins to happen.

Things we could not predict or imagine

carry us along to waypoints (not destinations)

we would not have chosen.

It is awesome, wonderful, magnificent,

better than anything we could have ordered off the menu,

and we couldn’t be more alive.

All because we didn’t quit there at the end of our rope,

but decided what was next.

~~~

73.

What we see is a function of how we look,

and where we look,

and what we look at.

We have to be looking if we want to see—

not looking for anything in particular,

but looking at everything,

open to what may be hiding there.

There is more to everything than meets the eye.

The entire world is an ink blot,

concealing and revealing at the same time—

reflecting our projections back to us,

laughing at us, saying, “Can you see me now, Mr./Ms. Know It All?”

When I tell people “Christ is a metaphor,”

they hear me say, “Christ is JUST a metaphor,”

as though metaphors aren’t real

and I’m taking something away from Christ by suggesting the image is a metaphor.

Metaphors are more real than real.

Metaphors are the heart of reality itself.

Metaphors are divine.

Holy.

Sacred.

But.

We’ve lost the ability,

the art,

of seeing beyond the thing we are looking at to what else, to what all, is there.

We go for explanations,

eschew mystery,

and our lives are too shallow to splash.

We look but we do not see.

To see, we’re going to have to change the way we look.

See?

~~~

74.

How we do it makes all the difference.

If you get the how down,

the what will come around in time—

and if it doesn’t it won’t matter.

The teachers you remember you remember for how they were with you, not what they taught you.

Give the people in your life a how they will never forget.

~~~

75.

If you play second base,

you spend a lot of your time waiting for the ball to be hit or thrown to you.

Most of your doing is waiting.

Your life is like playing second base.

You are waiting to offer what you have to give to the situation as it unfolds around you.

It helps to be clear about what you can do and cannot do,

so that you don’t try to play all the bases,

and the outfield,

and pitch

just to prove your value to the team.

You are waiting to offer what you have to give.

Be alert to what is being asked of you.

The next ball could be hit to you.

~~~

76.

When we are “in the groove,”

we meet the moment with exactly what the moment needs,

and live without effort toward ends all recognize as worthy.

Then, something shifts,

and we are back into pushing, and pulling,

and resisting being pushed and pulled—

and live with the memory of “the groove,”

and the dream of its hoped-for return.

~~~

77.

No one can tell us what our work is.

We find it for ourselves.

It is a solitary quest made in the company of unlikely helpers and guides.

Our life has a drift about it,

a flow,

toward some things,

and away from others. I’ve never been interested in engine repair.

But I have always looked out windows.

Carl Jung said, “We are who we have always been, and who we will be.”

The themes are there,

the tune is familiar,

a thread runs through it all.

What are the recurring themes in your life,

the abiding interests,

the things you find yourself doing in each stage of life?

You’ve been living the life that is yours to live all along.

Live it consciously now,

intentionally bringing it forth as fully as you’re able.

Everything you need to know is in the moment with you.

It only takes waking up to know that it is so.

There are no secrets.

All is in the open,

waiting to be seen.

What’s to be seen is a function of seeing,

of how we see,

of the way we look,

of what we are aware of when we look/see.

What’s to be seen is a function of our degree of openness to what is to be seen,

of our receptivity to what all is there.

To see properly,

we have to be able to play well,

to dance well.

Seeing is dancing,

is playing,

with life.

Those who don’t laugh can’t see.

~~~

78.

May we be open to the presence of truth

flowing through our lives,

coming to us out of nowhere,

when we least expect it,

showing itself to us in the most unlikely places,

beckoning to us from people who would never be type-cast as those where truth resides,

undoing everything we have ever thought to be truth,

saying to us,

“These old wineskins can’t hold the new things I have fermenting for you!”

May we risk everything in the service of truth

that is nothing like anything we have ever heard,

and live in the wonder of the surprising nature of truth

as those who have nothing to lose,

with the wind of the Spirit that blows where it will

carrying us to places we would never imagine going!

~~~

79.

We think we have to get it right,

but we have no idea what would be right,

so we take ourselves out of the picture,

and follow the lead of those who sound like they know what they are talking about.

We do what Those Who Presume To Know Best tell us to do.

And miss the point.

The point is not being right.

The point is putting ourselves on the line.

The point is saying and doing what WE think is right,

and evaluating the quality of our choosing

in light of the consequences of having chosen.

The point is making OUR best guess about what is right,

and doing that,

and seeing where it goes.

Seeing where it goes is the point.

Don’t worry about getting it right.

Do what you think is right,

and see how right you are.

And see where it goes.

If you are wrong, it will lead to being right next time or the time after that.

We are practicing finding our own way,

hearing our own voice,

reading our own intuition,

following our own instinct.

So what if we are wrong?

It’s practice!

We’ll get better at it with time,

and we’ll learn to trust ourselves along the way.

~~~

80.

The best we can do is rarely the best we can do.

Generally, it’s the best we care about doing.

We get by with less than our best nearly always.

We have to disappear for our best to come forth,

to get out of the way,

to stop interfering with our spontaneous response to the situation as it arises.

Once we start thinking, willing, scheming, planning, strategizing, weighing our options

and looking for the most advantageous route this situation to the destination of our choice,

our best goes on the back burner, or out the window.

Our best comes forth when we live instinctively, intuitively,

without an eye on what’s in it for us.

Ah, but.

How do we get ourselves out of the picture?

How do we live without ourselves in mind—

beyond concern for our good, our gain, our advantage, our interest, our desire?

How do we get to the point of living in light of the good of the situation as a whole,

in light of the good of the whole?

The fix is not quick.

Mindfulness leads the way.

We live to be aware of the extent to which we get in our own way,

and see where it goes.

~~~

81.

As we look at the desert menu,

or stand before a display of best sellers at the local bookstore,

we are pulled toward some selections,

and pushed away from others.

Our life is filled with equivalents of a desert menus or a list of best sellers.

Some things attract us,

other things repel us,

and the rest don’t move us at all.

Notice the things that strike you as positive, negative or neutral

as you go through your day.

Notice if you jam or override the signals,

resisting, forcing, criticizing, interfering,

by insisting on what you are supposed to do, like, feel, think

to the exclusion of your inclinations.

Observe the extent to which you mess with your life.

Live as a hidden observer of your own living.

See where it goes.

~~~

82.

We quit too easily,

we stop too soon in the work to bring forth our gift, our genius,

in the service of our destiny,

doing the work that is ours to do.

“It’s too hard!” we say.

“We don’t have enough help!

We can’t do it!”

Heart is the easiest thing to lose.

The questions that stop us,

which we always use as an excuse to not do what is ours to do—

So what? Who cares? Why try? What’s the point? What difference does it make?—

have to be answered with other questions

that set the Stoppers on their heels,

and send them running:

So what if I can’t say what?

Who cares if no one but me cares?

Why not try?

What’s the point of having a point?

What difference does it make if nothing makes a difference?

Then, we pick ourselves up,

and turn back to the task of finding what we need

 to do what needs to be done in each situation as it arises,

offering our gifts for the good of the whole,

anyway, nevertheless, even so!

~~~

83.

Things are not what they appear to be.

The work is getting past appearances to the heart of the matter.

What we see are reflections of projections

of how things are with us

that we cannot admit to be so.

The old saw applies:

We hate in others what we cannot see in ourselves.

It also works like this:

We love in others what we cannot see in ourselves.

Attraction and repulsion

are indicators of projection in action.

Something in here is projected out there

and reflected back to us with an emotional charge, positive or negative,

that stirs our emotions and gets our attention.

Anything with a charge to it requires a closer look.

Where are we hiding in the object of our affection/aversion?

Let’s say you fall in love.

We are always falling in love it seems.

Falling in love is what we do best.

When we fall in love it is not about the honey or the hunk we fall in love with.

It is about us, ourselves.

About what is concealed in us that we can’t believe is there.

What do we see in the other that is hidden, lying latent, in ourselves?

What are the qualities we admire in the other beyond her or his physical charms?

Those are the qualities that are missing from our repertoire,

and are the very ones we have to work to bring forth in ourselves.

We have to become like the other is in these ways.

The same strategy works with repulsion.

Those are the qualities that are hidden in us,

that everyone knows is there but us,

and it is up to us to become conscious of the ways

they are seeping through to taint our relationships.

The world is an inkblot.

In seeing it as such,

we come to see ourselves.

Then the work begins.

~~~

84.

The things we hate about our lives

are the things that bring us forth,

bring us out,

unfold us

and require us to be who we are—

against our will,

in spite of ourselves.

We rise to the occasion—

to the occasion we despise—

and do what needs to be done,

and are deepened,

expanded,

enlarged in the process.

We are better people

for the things we have had to accommodate,

adjust to,

fold into our lives.

The next time you find yourself resenting this,

deploring that,

look closer for the qualities this or that

brings out in you,

requires you to exhibit,

express,

in response to one or the other—

and how those qualities are your deep strength,

existing as a blessing and a grace upon all who come your way,

making the world a better place for your being in the world.

And here you are,

wishing you were disappeared from this world

and plopped into another, better, world,

where you didn’t have to do anything you didn’t like to do.

~~~

85.

We find the way by wandering around,

looking closer at the things that catch our eye,

noting when we are on the beam

and when we are off of it,

letting what has life for us draw us from one thing to the next,

until the realization dawns

that this approach doesn’t lead to the way,

but is the way,

and has always been the way.

~~~

86.

We think religion,

enlightenment,

is the way to better, smoother, easier lives.

How easy did Jesus have it?

Or the disciples?

Religion,

enlightenment,

doesn’t do anything for us in terms of lightening our load,

or easing our way.

Religion,

enlightenment,

helps us carry our load.

It does not make our life easy.

It helps us do what is hard.

If it doesn’t, it isn’t real religion, enlightenment.

Ask anyone who knows.

They will tell you real religion,

real enlightenment,

helps you live your life the way it needs to be lived.

It doesn’t give you some easy, soft life that anybody could live,

that nobody would need religion or enlightenment, to live.

Your life needs you to live it the way only you can live it.

It doesn’t need you bailing out of it

in favor of some life anybody could live,

blindfolded.

~~~

87.

I would love to have someone tell me what to do and be right about it,

wouldn’t you?

To lift the responsibility for decision and outcome from my shoulders

so that I would know I had done the right thing,

the thing that truly needed to be done,

the thing that was without doubt the thing to do?

That would be great.

And, there are those who would rush to fill the position of Advisor First Class.

Who believe they know what’s best for all of us.

And, because they are convinced, they are quite convincing,

and we who would love to be relieved of the burden of knowing which orange juice to choose,  

lean toward handing ourselves over.

There’s a test I propose for these people to pass before we trust them with our lives.

Have them choose your dessert for you.

Have them make your coffee.

That should tell you something about how much they know what they are doing.

If they cannot be trusted in small things,

they most certainly cannot be trusted in large ones.

Like it or not, our lives rest squarely upon our shoulders.

And if the cumulative weight of decision making wears us down,

we have to find the things and places

that restore our soul

and allow ourselves to enjoy them often.

What are those things and places for you?

How long since you availed yourself of them?

How regularly can you work them into your life?

You have to be the help you need.

The care and tending of your own soul

is the chief responsibility on our list of responsibilities.

Soothing your soul lightens our load

You know where that leaves us.

~~~

88.

Soothing our soul is a gentle art

seldom practiced

and in great need of being revived.

Addiction is the fast tract to distraction, diversion, denial—

which hides us for a while from the press and stress of life,

but does nothing to help us live amid the maddening swirl

as a calming influence, a blessing and a grace.

We can only live that way in the service of soul—

tending to the needs of soul

and the affairs of soul

in an environment that is a soulless wasteland.

Our first order of business is

becoming an advocate, a champion, of soul.

Where in our life are the places soul loves?

How often do we go there?

How long do we stay?

What are the grounding, centering practices that we pursue?

When are we most attuned to soul?

How conscious are we of the presence of soul—

the drift of soul—

the preference of soul—

throughout our day?

In what ways do you honor,

revere,

love

soul with the way you live your life?

We cannot live any old way at all,

and enjoy the company of a healthy, vibrant soul.

~~~

89.

Everybody wants to bail out from time to time,

to eject from this world,

 and float happily down into some other, better, world.

 Everybody.

The Buddha got his start wanting to escape this world.

Jesus said, “How long must I bear with you? I can’t wait until I’m out of here!” (or words to that effect).

It’s a universal human malady,

not wanting what we have,

wanting what we can’t have—

what we have no business having.

Something we all have to square up with,

over and over at different points in our life.

So, we need one another to remind us

that it is the most natural thing in the world to feel this way,

and to encourage us to look our life in the eye,

and see it as another manifestation of the Cyclops standing in our path, laughing.

Here comes the mantra you have to embrace, understand, comprehend, believe and recite:

“It is hopeless, meaningless, useless, pointless, futile, absurd—

and it is coming to a very bad end (we all die, you know)—

and how we live in the meantime makes all the difference!”

Look at the difference the Buddha made, and Jesus.

And they didn’t change one thing about the world they didn’t like.

It is still just like it was when they didn’t like it.

So, we have to rearrange our thinking about the influence for good we have in our world,

and pick ourselves up and live our life as only we can live it,

with the right attitude and right spirit about us,

as a blessing and a grace upon all who come our way.

We have to remind one another to do this,

because we all want to bail out from time to time,

and how we live through that makes all the difference.

~~~

90.

We need the company of the right kind of others

to remind us that we have what we need,

our sense of direction,

our “feel for the game,”

our intuitive grasp of the situation as it unfolds/arises,

our sense of flow and timing,

our realization of what resonates with us,

and what “rings true,”

or doesn’t,

our instinctive notion of what is right for us and wrong,

good for us and bad,

our heart/spirit for holding on,

and hanging in,

and doing what needs to be done no matter how hard or how long,

our courage,

and our resilience,

and our trust in ourselves to “rise to the occasion”

and “take care of business” that is truly our business

in ways appropriate to the circumstances…

We need to be reminded of these things from time to time,

and we need to hang out with people who can be our reminders—

and not try to make us dependent on them to do our living for us.

We can do our living for ourselves with the kind of help that says,

“You can do your own living,

and if you are afraid you can’t,

we’ll keep you company until you see that you can.”

~~~

91.

The Trail will ask as much from us as it offers to us.

If we walk the Trail, unbent, unbowed, unchanged—

just all triumphant and smiley—

you missed something crucial along the way.

The Trail requires us to accommodate ourselves to the Trail,

to hand ourselves over to the Trail,

to become one with the Trail.

It’s like this: There is what the Trail asks of you and what you ask of the Trail.

The Trail is all Ups and you want all Downs.

Something has to give.

It’s like this: There is your one-year-old daughter and there is you.

The needs and interests of one conflict with, clash with,

the needs and interests of the other.

You both have to do your fair share of giving in to the other.

Each of you is the Trail for the other.

It’s like this: Life is an optical illusion,

the old woman is also a lovely young maiden.

The Trail is a mean SOB and it is the way of life, light and peace.

We sit with an optical illusion

until we can see the opposites

and how the opposites are one illusion.

The two are one.

You have to sit with the Trail,

or your daughter

until you can see that you and the Trail are one,

and you and your daughter are one,

merging, flowing, into and out of each other.

This is not about winning and losing,

but about accommodating ourselves,

acquiescing to what needs to happen in each moment.

It is not surrender and defeat

but growth and becoming.

We are better people for having walked the Trail, f

or having the daughter,

without having imposed our will on either.

~~~

92.

If we are here to bring forth and make conscious and visible the high values of the invisible world,

we could be doing a better job.

The high values are often lost in the effort to have things our way—

a problem identified as long ago as the early chapters of the Book of Genesis.

This is not called making headway.

The problem is compounded by each of us having to wake up to the problem individually

and work it out alone.

The church in all of its incarnations

is evidence that there is no corporate solution,

and we are left with the realization that it is up to us, personally,

to wake up, grow up and get to work cultivating compassion, civility, grace, mercy, love, kindness, justice, awareness, insight, generosity, beauty, patience, joy, and all their companion values—

bringing them forth in our lives,

making them visible, tangible, real and ever-present in all of our moments of all of our days.

This is the work that saves the world,

and it is ours to do alone.

~~~

93

We tend to opt for the easiest life possible under the circumstances,

which is to say the life most fully ruled by diversion, distraction, denial.

We run, escape, hide from the pain of emptiness, meaninglessness, hopelessness, frustration, futility, grief, loss, sorrow and boredom

in a regular and recurring way.

“Giving them circuses” (or it’s equivalent, drugs, sex, alcohol and all forms of plastic)

keeps the masses,

that would be us,

from roaming the countryside

bent on aimless destruction, rioting and mob violence

because they/we can’t think of anything else to do.

Facing up to and bearing the pain of being alive

would be something else to do.

We have a life.

What are we going to do with it?

With the resources at our disposal?

In this context?

These circumstances?

We have been sentenced to life in this here and this now as it is.

What are we going to do about it?

We have no idea.

So we run for the circuses in all forms

to take our mind off the problem

 of what to do with our life and the givens we have to work with.

And all the while, the invisible world—

that would be the world of our soul/Psyche/Self—

waits for our cooperation, collaboration.

We have all the help we need “right here.”

It only takes waking up to it to know that it is so.

Perspective is the best tool in the whole toolbox.

With the slightest shift in perspective, everything changes.

Seeing, hearing, understanding transforms our world—

and we live to transform the entire world of normal, apparent reality.

We save the world by becoming awake, aware, alive in our world,

in this here and this now—

by becoming awake, aware, alive

to the other world, the invisible world, the world of soul/Psyche/Self.

To do that, we have to look beyond circuses and plastic

to see what else there is, here, now.

~~~

94.

Every living thing has something to worry about,

whether it knows it or not.

The trick here is not to arrange our lives so as to be worry-free,

with things like high walls,

guarded entrances,

a physician on call at all times,

and more money than we can count.

The trick is to trust ourselves to deal appropriately with whatever arises.

We’ll find a way.

It’s something else we have in common with every living thing.

~~~

95.

How much money would we have to pay you to not do what you love to do?

I hope they don’t make that much money.

You couldn’t pay me to not take photos.

A lot of us don’t do what we love to do because we cannot sell it, market it, make money from doing it.

That’s like being paid to not do it.

It’s being bought off.

It’s a betrayal of soul.

There cannot be a monetary value to a spiritual endeavor.

We should write poetry, draw, paint, teach children to read or just read ourselves, walk the dog in the woods, ride horses, play golf, fish, swim, run, etc.,

because we love to even though nothing is going to “come of it.”

Carl Jung was quite the amateur artist,

but he was careful not to market any of his paintings—

and refused to call them art—

because that would cheapen their value,

detract from their true worth,

and tempt him to be in it for what fame and fortune could be squeezed out of it.

He was in it for the connection painting provided to his soul,

and the work it enabled him to do

in understanding his soul

and what his soul was communicating to him by way of symbols and images.

What we love to do is soul stuff.

Do it because you love it and see where it leads you—

not in terms of financial profit and reward,

but in terms of insight, understanding, grounding, centering, focusing, meaning, purpose, direction and the expression of the high values of the invisible world.

~~~

96.

Pay the fare and ride the ride, that’s my best advice.

What are we holding back for, saving up for?

So far as we can tell this is our one shot at life.

Why not live while the time for living is upon us?

We are afraid of what, exactly?

Where is it you have never been that you have always put off going?

What is it you have never done that you have always put off doing?

How is it that you are refusing to live the life that is waiting to be lived?

Why are you keeping it on hold?

When do you expect to start living?

To move beyond the normal routines,

the familiar patterns,

the cow track from the barn to the pasture and back to the barn?

You think you are safe and secure not venturing out into the life that is dying for you to live it?

Lightening could hit the barn tonight!

It’s all going up in smoke eventually.

Make a routine of shaking up your routine.

Create a pattern of life that includes

wiggles, whizzes, slides and splashes.

Invite the unknown,

the unpredictable,

the startling and

disquieting

into your life.

See what happens.

~~~

97.

We think with enough money everything else will fall into place.

This is a happy fantasy implanted by a culture grounded on a capitalist economy.

It’s a mindset.

A foundational assumption.

And we serve it with our lives.

We would be better off serving our life with our lives—

the life that has a mind of its own,

the life that has its idea of how we should be living,

which is not dependent on having a lot of money.

But we think our life is what we do with money.

We have no grasp of life apart from our ideas of how we spend our money.

Listen.

To.

Me.

We have a life separate from our ideas of our life

which has ideas for us and the way we need to live.

Cut off from our life’s idea of itself,

we are left on our own to invent a life for ourselves.

The smart thing to do would be to find our way back to our life

and its idea for itself and for us.

Of course, that would be hard to do,

but to not do it is to do things the hard way.

Eventually, we get to the point of doing what’s hard

and wonder why we didn’t do it that way in the first place.

Our life has been wondering that all along.

~~~

98.

An art dealer told me my photos don’t sell because there is too much blue in them.

“People don’t buy blue,” she said,

“certainly not bright blue.

They are looking for something to go with their sofa, their carpet and their walls.”

A quick perusal of my photos will turn up dump truck loadsthat will never sell.

Well.

The Paleolithic paintings on the wall of the cave in Lascaux, France didn’t sell for 17,000 years.

How’s that for not selling?

And it didn’t stop the artists from painting.

The soul loves an image, it seems.

I’m serving my soul with my photography.

I’m doing with my photographs

what the cave artists did with their pigments, charcoal and chipping stones.

I’m soothing myself,

grounding myself,

centering myself,

calming myself, making it right, somehow, with my soul that things are as they are.

When I gather up the camera,

we go settle me down by finding images that restore my equilibrium and still my soul.

I’m particularly fond of blue.

And if not one of them ever sells,

when you factor in what I’ve saved in psychotherapy bills,

you’ll see that I come out way ahead in this game,

and we haven’t taken into account the cost of prescription medication

I haven’t had to take.

~~~

99.

If you want to come to life in the life you’re living,

to be alive in the deepest, fullest sense—

vibrant, alert, aware of the moment and loving everything about it—

you have to find the symbols that grab you,

and be grabbed by them.

A symbol represents something that cannot be said.

A sign is just what it is.

A stop sign is nothing more than a stop sign.

Our symbols have been turned into signs.

In the Christian church, for instance, the cross and the communion table,

mean just what we have been told they mean.

That’s that. Period. End of story.

The symbol has become a sign.

Not a good thing to have happen to your symbols.

In order to bring us to life, our symbols have to be alive—

they have to have infinite depths

which are capable of being eternally explored.

In order for that to happen,

we have to rediscover our symbols

and the mystery behind them—

and immerse ourselves in the wonder of more than words can say.

In order to do that,

we have to say what is true for us about the symbol

using words that have never been said.

But, here’s the catch.

For our symbols to come alive for us in this way,

we have to free them and ourselves from the explanations

—the theology, dogma, doctrines and creeds—

we have been handed and told to believe.

We have to sit with our symbols

and let ourselves imagine what there is about them that is also true

which we have never been told is true.

This is resurrecting the symbol.

As we bring our symbols to life,

they bring us to life,

and we dance with them through the rest of our days.

~~~

100

What makes us think that the right man or a woman

would make all the difference in our life?

That romance is the solution to all of our problems today and everyday?

After romance, there’s the laundry,

the yard work,

the cat to the vet,

and life is back to what it was before romance.

Romance is a happy interlude between all the things

that demand our time and attention.

Romance is not all it is cracked up to be.

Nothing is.

But, everything, romance included, is an opportunity to look closer,

to dig deeper,

to wake up to the depth, and breadth, and wonder of life.

Falling in love is an amazing aspect of being alive—

an invitation into the depths of life—

and we would be crazy to pass it up,

to dismiss it as nothing more than a “happy interlude.”

It is an opportunity to explore the questions that lead to wherever it is that we are going:

What do we need the right man or woman for?

What do we need him or her to help us do?

What do we imagine the right man or woman will bring into the relationship with us?

What characteristics and qualities will he, will she, exude?

Who can we count on him, on her, to be?

What are the deficits in ourselves that he, that she, will counteract?

From what will he, will she, save us?

How will our life be different with him, with her in it?

In what ways do we need to bring to life in ourselves

the qualities we hope to find in the right man or woman—

so that we become the right man or woman we hope to find in someone else?

And, here’s the jewel, What does thinking about him or her keep us from thinking about?

While you wait for the right man or woman to come along,

consider the questions.

Ponder them.

Explore them.

Follow them out.

See where they lead,

what other questions they raise,

how they change your life.

~~~

The Hero’s Journey

1.

The Hero’s Journey consists of doing what needs to be done in each situation as it arises.

The Cyclops that stands in our way is always the next thing that we don’t want to do.

Do we have what it takes to get up and do the thing without the boost of a Powdermilk Biscuit?

Can we step into our lives day after day

and do there what needs to be done, when it needs to be done, the way it needs to be done?

We long for a different life, a better life, a more thrilling, fun, life, an easier life.

All we get is this old stinky life with our name on it.

Do we have what it takes to live this life the way it needs to be lived?

Do we have what it takes to live this life that only we can live—

the life we are better equipped to live than anyone else could live it in our place?

We want to tag out and take to the hammock,

while the Hero’s Journey waits to be trod.

2.

The soil is not deep along the Blue Ridge Parkway,

the rocks are numerous,

the Blackberry vines are thick and persistent.

It takes a resilient spirit to make it under these conditions,

a strong back, a stout heart.

Life is hard.

We prefer easy.

Quick and easy.

Smooth and easy.

Shortcuts everywhere.

Buffers.

Cushions.

Distractions.

Escapes.

Joseph Campbell said,

“It took the Cyclops to bring out the hero in Ulysses.”

The Cyclops appears before us

In 10,000 disguises.

The Appalachian wilderness is one.

Whatever is difficult about our life is another.

And we are asked to look it in the eye,

And face it straight up.

To bear the pain!

To square up to the discrepancy between how things are

and how you wish they were!

Stand up and do the thing that needs to be done—

That needs us to do it—

in each situation as it arises!

It will grow us up.

It is the only thing that will.

3.

We are here to live our life,

the life that only we can live,

the life that needs us to live it.

The problem is that we want to live a different life.

How do we want what we ought to want and not what we want?

This is the Hero’s Journey,

the Spiritual Quest,

the Search for the Holy Grail and the Promised Land.

And, it is the task of maturity—

what growing up is all about.

Our life is never any more difficult than coming to terms with what we don’t want,

With what we don’t like about our life.

This doesn’t mean that we are to want it, like it,

But that we make our peace with having what we don’t want/like in our life.

We can have some terrible things to deal with that nobody would ever ought to want or like.

We have to face up to and deal with all of the things we don’t want in,

and don’t like about our life,

instead of running, hiding, denying, pretending, making believe in a Delta Dawn Kind Of Way

that we can have the life we want

if we can only find the magical recipe, formula, secret to immunity against all that is unwanted and unlikeable.

We have to wade into the Unwanted and Unlikeable

and do what we can with it.

This is the Hero’s Task, the Spiritual Journey, Growing Up:

Living our life in the midst of the unordered, unasked for, unwanted stuff that comes our way,

And doing what can be done to ameliorate the situation for the good of all.

4.

Carl Jung said, “We are who we have always been, and who we will be.”

We aren’t working to become who we are not, but who we are.

Joseph Campbell said that the wasteland is where everyone

is being someone else’s idea of who they are supposed to be,

and no one is living her, or his, own authentic life.

The search for the Holy Grail and the Promised Land—

the Hero’s Journey and the Spiritual Quest—

is the search for our own voice,

our own life,

so that we do our own thinking, and feeling and deciding and doing and believing—

and the life we live is not what we are told to live,

but what comes forth from our own heart and soul.

The Path is the path of True Human Being-hood.

Human beings who are true to themselves are as true as it gets.

5.

We are here for more than hanging out until we die.

We are here to unfold, emerge, come forth—

to discover who we are and what we are capable of—

to dig ourselves up, bring ourselves out.

We do it by following the white rabbits,

and by challenging ourselves to do

the things that intrigue us,

attract us,

beckon to us,

test us.

We cannot pass up a test of our mettle

because it’s hard, or threatening, or fearsome.

“It took the Cyclops to bring out the hero in Ulysses.

It takes the darkness to bring forth the light.

Our life is an adventure,

and a lot more interesting than hanging out at some mall until we die.

6.

Fear and laziness keep us stuck in place, miserable but not quite cold enough to get up and get a blanket.

We aren’t what you would call real happy with our life as it is,

but what good would it do to try to change things?

Besides, we might make things worse!

There could be dragons roaming beyond the city limits sign!

Better to stay where we are, complaining.

Not really.

It is actually better to find what we’re made of.

We are back to the Joseph Campbell line: “It took the Cyclops to bring the hero out in Ulysses.”

Fear and laziness keep us from finding the hero within.

We have to see what we can do with our life in the time left for living.

Forget playing it safe!

Go for interesting and meaningful every chance you get!

Bring on the Cyclops and the dragons!

Show them what you can do!

7.

If money were manna and we gathered just enough for our needs of the day,

how much would it take?

Of course, money is not manna,

and we don’t know how many days there will be,

so we have to pile up as much money as we can manage,

against the time when none is coming in and all is going out. but.

The question remains: How much does it take?

Food, clothing, shelter, lights, water, gas, entertainment…

It all adds up quickly.

To how much?

How much do we need to meet the demands of life in the world AND do the work that is ours to do?

The research I’m familiar with suggests around $75,000 a year for a family of four.

Teachers average around $35,000.

Two teachers married with kids have to have a second job to make it.

You see what the economy and culture are doing to us.

The stress of not having enough money even though we are gainfully employed

to meet the legitimate expenses of running a household

robs us of our perspective and burdens our soul.

The cumulative impact of not having enough money

to meet all of the needs we are responsible for meeting

weighs us down and keeps us from being alive.

Something else to square up to.

Another Cyclops in our path.

How do we make more and spend less?

How do we find the financial resources we need to do what is truly ours to do

on the two levels of life (Food, clothing, shelter and soul)?

The first task is to find the help we need to live the life that is ours to live,

but where that help is not to be found,

we are up against it with nowhere to turn.

It is at this point that we have to master the art

of sitting quietly,

holding everything in our awareness,

until something shifts—

perhaps in our perspective—

and we are able to get up and do what needs to be done.

8.

The things we like about the people we like

are the things that set them apart,

that stand them out,

that identify them,

characterize them,

make them who they are.

We like their uniqueness,

their individuality,

their special take on things.

We don’t go for bland, tasteless, dull, boring, paper doll people.

We prefer the company of those who have a style, and a perspective, all their own.

Then we work to be like everybody we know.

We want to look like, think like, believe like, and do like everybody else.

We take our cues from the crowd,

shed our unique colors and hues and blend in,

become invisible.

What are we thinking?

The Wasteland is where everybody is doing what they are supposed to do (Joseph Campbell)

thinking what they are supposed to think,

believing what they are supposed to believe,

saying what they are supposed to say.

That is the land of death and decay.

Don’t live there.

Don’t even visit.

Hone your own point of view.

Cut your own path.

Make your own way.

Find your own life and live it.

That is the certain path of the Hero’s Journey.

9.

One of the characteristic features of human beings

is that we aren’t interested in anything we can’t exploit to our own advantage.

We try to turn everything into our advantage, but.

What’s the advantage of having advantages?

We turn everything into money, but.

What do we turn money into?

Addiction? Distraction? Diversion, Denial?

More money?

We are living a life that has nothing to do with the life we are called to live.

Who does the calling?

We do.

We call ourselves to live a life we aren’t interested in living

because we cannot exploit it for our own advantage.

We are divided this way.

At odds to the core.

We want what we have no business having,

and know it when we go to the trouble of thinking about it.

So, who is guiding our boat on it’s path through the sea?

We are.

That’s why we go in circles, capsize, run aground or sink.

And that makes the spiritual journey

the work of aligning ourselves with ourselves,

making peace within,

squaring up with who we are and also are,

reconciling ourselves with our invisible twin within,

and living consciously in accord the life that is left to be lived.

10.

How alive can we be in the time left for living?

We owe it to ourselves to find out.

Carl Jung says, “There is within each of us another whom we do not know.”

This Unknown Other knows what it means for us to be alive.

Our work is to know what he, what she, knows—

to align ourselves with his, with her, will for our life (which is to embrace our Destiny)—

take up the Hero’s Journey (which is the Spiritual Quest)—

and discover what we are made of and what we are about.

Our work in the time left for living is to find our life—

the life that is truly our life,

the life with our name on it,

the life we are built and called to live,

that no one but us can live—

and live it.

We are Odysseus, Ulysses, Jesus and the Buddha,

searching for the life that waits for us to live it.

We only have to believe that it is so,

and act as though it is,

to discover the wonder of the gold in the worthless stone we had taken our lives to be.

Knowing/believing/trusting the truth of the value of the life yet to be lived

sets us free to live it,

and transforms us,

and the world.

11.

We work out all of the discrepancies,

reconcile the opposites,

integrate the contradictions,

come to terms with the discordances,

square up with the conflicts,

and make our peace with how things are and how things also are.

This is the Hero’s Task,

which is also called the Spiritual Journey, which is also called Growing Up.

The tools for the work are awareness, compassion, humor, playfulness, kindness, and the right kind of conversation with the right kind of people.

We do not get far in this work without the help of a community of the right kind of people.

I call this kind of community a “community of innocence,”

because it has nothing at stake in us—

it does not seek to exploit us, or any of its members, in any way.

It simply receives us well,

listens to us attentively,

asks us questions that enable us to say what we have to say,

and tells us what it has learned through its experience that may be helpful in our situation.

That’s it.

What we do with all of this is up to us.

Progress along the path cannot be hurried.

We proceed at our own pace,

in our own time,

waking up as we are able.

The community of innocence does not try to hurry us along,

but accompanies us kindly,

with compassion,

having nothing to gain and nothing to lose.

12.

We only have to find our life and live it

while doing what it takes to maintain, sustain, our life in the world of normal, apparent, reality.

Life is lived on two levels.

Physical and spiritual.

Life on the physical level is food, clothing and shelter.

Life on the spiritual level is meaning and purpose.

We have to live on both levels at once.

This is called walking two paths at the same time.

As it currently stands, life on the physical level gets all the press,

and life on the spiritual level is thought to be what we do in church,

with the praying,

and the Bible study,

and the good deeds,

and the rule keeping

and the “Our God is better than your God” putdowns to all the other ways of thinking about God.

We have to change how we think about “spiritual.”

Spiritual is connection with the truth of who we (also) are and what we (also) are about—

with our destiny, with the life we are born (destined) to live—

within the world of physical reality.

It is what we are here for.

One way of cluing into what that might be is to ask for a dream.

No kidding.

Before going to sleep, ask for a dream:

“What area of life is my genius/gift best suited for?”

Take what the dream gives you.

See where it goes.

The basic strategy for the “spiritual journey”

(which is finding and living the life that is ours to live)

is to see where things go.

Start with the area of life your genius, or gift, is best suited for.

See where that takes you.

In so doing, you launch yourself on the adventure of your life.

13.

There is the way things are,

and the way things also are,

and what we can do about it,

and that’s that.

Either we can take it or we can’t.

The hero’s task is to do all that can be done about the way things are, and also are, and let that be that.

Squaring ourselves up with life’s inevitables,

and refusing to allow the things we cannot do anything about

stop us from doing what can be done about the things we can do something about

 is the high calling of being human.

Anybody can say, “No, I am not going to live on these terms.”

Everybody can imagine a world that is better than the one they live in.

We are asked to live in this world just as it is,

and work to make it better for our being in it.

The Hero’s Journey.

14

We don’t have to worry about what we should do to become more spiritual,

or make progress on the spiritual journey.

We only need to do the next thing well and see where it goes.

We only need to attend the next situation as it arises,

and assist its coming forth in ways that are unique to us,

that come natural to us.

The work that is ours to do,

and the life that is truly ours to live,

are commensurate with the gift,

with the genius,

that are ours to use in the service of the good of all.

The work finds us as the wand chooses the wizard.

We don’t go in search of what is ours to do, maybe this, maybe that.

We simply do what needs to be done here and now

in ways that utilize the gifts that are ours to serve/give,

and see where that takes us.

The gifts, genius, work, life will be a boon to all,

but their real import is to wake us up, bring us forth, introduce us to ourselves.

We are here to be who we are and also are for the good of the whole—

and we live our way to this end

by doing the next thing that needs to be done

as we can do it,

and going where that takes us.

15

The Hero’s Journey and the Spiritual Quest

is the trek to the Land of Promise

and the Search for the Holy Grail.

We are looking for the life that is ours to live in the time left for living,

and the courage to live it.

If you were looking for “fortune and glory,”

this is as fortunate and as glorious as it gets:

Living the life that is ours to live.

There are no shortcuts (Long is short, short is long)—

it is a lifelong process that is interesting and meaningful all the way,

and provides us with just what we need

to do what truly needs to be done in each situation as it arises.

Don’t think in terms of outcome, and arrival, and getting there.

Think in terms of vitality, and movement, and the dynamic flow of life.

There is no static mode of being.

Death is the only steady state.

Living is like taking “a ride on the wall of death” (Check out the Richard Thomas song),

but it is not being dead.

And hints, clues, signs are everywhere.

Everything is a key that opens some door.

The Way meanders, winds and wanders,

loops, reverses itself, and covers the same old ground,

so that we might see what we missed before.

There is no hurry and there is no time to waste—

and here is as good as there,

now is as good as then.

The path opens before those who are open to the path,

and it starts when you open your eyes.

16.

The Hero’s Journey, the Spiritual Quest,

leads you to you,

to who you also are,

to the Invisible Twin within.

We cannot get there directly.

It is a round-a-bout and curious way that leads us home.

We have to leave home to find home.

This sounds like doubletalk,

as though I’m being deliberately abstruse and obscure

like some ancient text.

This is because poetry is more appropriate

than direct discourse when we are talking about soul stuff.

We talk in seeming circles

because the left hemisphere cannot comprehend what words cannot say,

and this is a right hemisphere journey—

a round-a-bout and curious way—

all the way.

We circle around the center like a 3 D labyrinth.

There is no straight path.

We already are who we are and who we also are,

the trick is waking up to that,

and know it for the first time.

It takes a lifetime of living with our eyes open to master the trick.

It’s like growing up.

We don’t grow up just because our parents tell us, “Won’t you please grow up!?”

We don’t grow into who we also are

just because we are in the mood for something different,

and think we’ll try spirituality for a while.

There is a lot of coming to terms with how things are

on the trail that winds to the center of the Self.

We have to set ourselves aside to find our Self.

It’s like that all the way.

17.

Waking up is squaring up is growing up.

Waking up to how things are

is waking up to how things also are.

Recognizing the opposites

without denying them or pretending they don’t exist

is living in the tension,

the polarity,

of contraries,

and to live there is to integrate the opposites,

to reconcile them—if not to each other, then to ourselves.

WE adjust,

WE adapt,

WE accommodate ourselves to the oppositional facts of life,

And put ourselves in accord with the way things are.

This is squaring up, growing up.

Growing up is another name for the Hero’s Journey, the Spiritual Quest.

Enlightenment is coming to terms with how things are and how they also are—

which is not how we wish they were.

William Blake said “Without contraries is no progression.”

We grow through our agony over the contradictions

that block our way to how we want things to be.

The agony is the price we pay to wake up,

square up,

grow up,

get up

and do the things that truly need to be done

in spite of what we wish we were doing instead.

This is the path we walk daily

in the work to be like the master

by being ourselves and following no master.

18.

The way that waits for us

competes with the 10,000 ways

hawking happiness,

promising prosperity,

boasting of bliss and everlasting ease of living.

It’s the story of the Garden of Eden.

We think there is something better than paradise,

and will trade what is ours in a flash for what we had rather have.

What keeps us on the way that is our way

past the Sirens’ song offering so much more?

Eyes that see. Ears that hear. A heart that understands.

How many times would Adam and Eve be fooled again

before they wise up,

having heard the serpent’s spiel enough to know better than to listen?

We wake up over time.

It takes every step we have taken to be where we are.

If we could be somewhere else, we would be.

And when we awaken, the task is the same:

To be alive as we can be in the time left for living.

And, now we know more about what it means to be alive than we ever knew before,

so we won’t make all those wrong turns,

and have all those false starts.

The path to where we are going always begins under our feet.

We only have to see things as they are (and also are),

be clear and correct about what needs to be done in each situation as it arises,

and have the courage to do it.

19.

In finding our way back home, to the treasure we seek—which is our self—we have to set ourselves aside.

“Home” is a metaphor for “Self.”

We get to us through us,

past all the resistance and obstacles we put in our own way.

We have to step aside,

and there we are!

We are our best friend and worst enemy,

and our work is to integrate, reconcile, live aligned and in harmony with ourselves.

Our two tools for the work are awareness and compassion.

Rumi’s poem “The Guest House” is a wonderful synopsis of the work that is ours to do.

The path to peace with ourselves

requires us to develop the gift that is ours to give

(It is not the one we wish were ours to give)

and develop our sense of what truly needs to be done now

in each situation as it arises

(It is not what we have been told should be done,

or what we want to do).

In doing these things,

we will be developing our relationship with the invisible Other within,

and finding our joint way together

to the life that is our joint life to be lived

in the time left for living.

This is epic stuff we are about

and has close parallels with all of the adventure stories about the Hero’s Journey.

It is our own Odyssey we are embarking upon.

It will not be like a quick trip to the grocery store.

20.

The spiritual journey is never more difficult than growing up.

Growing up is changing our minds about what is important.

Shifting our point of view, our perspective.

Evaluating our values.

Doing what needs to be done in each situation as it arises.

How long do we put off the inevitable?

Doing our taxes.

Mowing the lawn.

Cleaning the bathroom.

Dodging the odious things in life is not conducive to spiritual growth,

but too much that passes for spirituality raises itself above the odious without engaging it.

Acceptance that does nothing about what needs to be done is denial.

Those who are spiritually grown up wade right into the doing.

If the baby’s diaper needs changing,

we change it when it needs to be changed,

the way it needs to be changed.

No whining, moaning, complaining, just doing.

Size up the moment and do what needs to be done.

That’s as spiritual as it gets.

21.

We all have to grow up,

and the longer we wait to begin the work,

the harder it gets.

Growing up is waking up, facing up, squaring up

to how things are and how things also are,

and how we wish things were.

It is seeing clearly what truly needs to be done in each situation as it arises,

and having the courage to do it.

It is knowing what our gift is,

our genius,

the thing(s) we do best

that no one can do quite like we can do it (them),

and offering that,

presenting that,

as our gift to the world

 no matter how often the world refuses to acknowledge or receive it.

It is living in ways that do not try to exploit the situation to our advantage,

but seek to serve the good of the whole—

which includes our own good, but not at the expense of everyone else’s.

It is drawing lines where they need to be drawn,

knowing where we stop and others start,

and refusing to do for others what they have to do for themselves.

It is living amid the opposites and contradictions

without trying to erase them,

but working to integrate them, reconcile them,

while respecting them

and understanding the role they play in deepening, expanding, enlarging us all

and growing us up, even against our will.

This is our work to do.

No one can do it for us.

It’s up to us.

Now is as good a time as any to step into it and see what we can do.

22.

Carl Jung said, “We are who we always have been, and who we will be.”

Jim Dollar says, “I had to be who I was in order to be who I am, and I have to be who I am, in order to become who I will be.”

Jung and Dollar are both correct.

There is continuity through all of the phases and periods of our life.

A theme runs through every scene, every developmental stage.

And everything goes into the production of the person we are, and become.

As an increasingly older person,

I think back on the follies, mistakes, wrong turns and poor decisions of my youth, and cringe.

But.

Here. I. Am.

I got me here by the only means available at the time: Me.

I am confident that the same truth applies to you.

It took being who we were to be who we are.

Who I also am was working to moderate, rein in and grow up who I was,

And kept me from becoming who I might have been.

That which is constant within us

Works with what is actual, potential and possible

To create who we become.

The degree to which we consciously cooperate

With our own becoming

By mindfully putting ourselves in accord

With the center, ground, and foundation

Of our life and being,

Within the conditions and circumstances of the life we are living,

Constitutes the range and reach

of the Hero’s Journey.

The Hero’s Journey, Spiritual Quest, Search for the Promised Land and the Holy Grail, and the Work that Is Ours To Do (These are all the same thing)

depend upon our learning the language of the invisible world, of the invisible Other within, of the Psyche/Soul.

This world speaks to us through our body, in our dreams, by way of coincidence and Synchronicity,

and calls to us with white rabbits and strange notions.

We have to be alert. The foundational rule of the Hero’s Journey (etc.) is:

Pay Attention!

If we are going to be alive in the time left for living, we have to be awake.

We have to look until we see.

Listen until we hear.

Ask questions that lead us to more questions,

And engage in reflections that result in realizations.

We have to Pay Attention, Be Awake, Ask Questions and Take Chances all along the way.

Start with your body.

Listen to it.

Let your physical sensations, muscle tightness, headaches, shivers, sneezes, pain, etc.,

lead you to listening to what they have to say.

A good guide for this kind of exercise is “The Power of Focusing,” by Ann Weiser Cornell.

A tool for the journey.

23.

We grow up against our will—if we grow up at all.

Growing up is another name for the Hero’s Journey, the Spiritual Quest.

It is the only thing standing between us

and life as enlightened, compassionate, healed and whole human beings.

Don’t let the terms “healed” and “whole” fool you.

We walk with a limp,

and carry the scars of those who have been through hell to be where we are.

Jesus in the wilderness and Gethsemane and on Golgotha, you know.

We find our equivalents in a thousand places. But.

The alternative is much worse for everyone.

The refusal to grow up is the source of all of our problems today, every day.

We have to do our part for there to be any hope at all.

Our part is waking up, facing up, squaring up to the conflict within

over not wanting to do what needs to be done in each situation as it arises.

Our cross to bear is doing what needs to be done whether we want to or not.

If the dog throws up on the carpet, we clean it up.

We don’t wait to want to.

Our life is like the dog throwing up on the carpet.

Get the paper towels and the bowl of water and go to work.

There is work to be done that only we can do.

The real work is recognizing that

 and saying, “Okay. Let’s go.”

The first step on the Hero’s Journey.

24.

It’s always safer and more comfortable to stay stuck in place.

We may be depressed and empty, but we know what to expect.

There is nothing unknown and anxiety-producing about our situation.

The future is the past forever,

and we don’t have anything to worry about that we aren’t well practiced in worrying about.

No new worries is worth every sacrifice.

So embrace those dull routines!

Nail shut those doors!

Repeat the mantra: Nothing New Or Out Of The Ordinary Ever And Ever Amen!

Otherwise, the risk will be unbearable.

Open the door to your future, step over the threshold and “Beyond This Point There Be Dragons,” or worse.

 Stay with the drudgery and the boredom.

Do what is expected of you.

Do not have a fresh idea.

Do not flirt with the possibilities.

Do not imagine a better world.

Do not wonder what you could do if you tried.

Do not dream of flying.

And, above all, do not under any circumstances follow a white rabbit anywhere.

Living to be alive in the time left for living

will jeopardize the life you have worked so hard to order and arrange.

What would all those plastic people,

with their worn script of clichés and platitudes,

do without you to play your part in their world?

Go back to your duties.

Find your place.

Read your lines.

Be safe.

And if it begins to feel a little like being dead,

well, that’s a small price to pay for the everlasting peace predictability provides.

25.

The help we receive from the invisible world does not make things easy.

It makes things possible, doable.

It enables us to do what is hard.

The Hero’s Journey (the Spiritual Quest—it’s all the same)

isn’t about doing what is easy.

It would be called the Slacker’s Stroll, then.

The Hero’s Journey is about doing what is hard.

The help we get along the way helps us do what is hard—

not avoid it, dodge it, escape from it and hide.

Doing what is hard grows us up

(What the Hero’s Journey and the Spiritual Quest are all about).

No one ever grew up doing what was easy.

No one ever produced anything that has never been—

which is exactly what the life that needs you to live it does—

by doing what was easy.

Easy is out of the picture.

Hard is everywhere you look.

But that isn’t a problem, because you have all the help you need to do it.

You just have to wade into it.

Doing what’s hard is what you’ll do best before it’s over.

And the world will be transformed by your work,

and your life will be interesting and meaningful—

which it would never have been if you had lolled poolside the whole time,

ordering fruit smoothies.

26.

No one can tell us, show us, hand us what is meaningful.

We know it on our own.

If we are living meaningless, empty lives, it’s our own fault.

We said “No” too many times to too many things.

We said “No!” to things that were “Yes,”

and we knew it but.

We allowed our principles to stop us,

or our responsibilities,

or our concern for what Those Who Know Best would say,

or our desire for profit at any price.

Or we turned away because our Mama or Daddy wouldn’t approve,

or because we couldn’t afford it,

or because our circumstances wouldn’t allow it…

When we let someone else set the course of our life,

we are headed for empty and meaningless.

When we live in a hole,

or a corner,

because we will not unleash our imagination

in spite of our circumstances,

we resign ourselves to empty and meaningless.

There is a price to be paid for living a meaningful life—

some risks have to be accepted,

some chances taken.

The Hero’s Journey is not for the faint-hearted,

the timid and shy.

It is for those who realize there is nothing really to lose

so why hold anything back.

The good news is that it is never too late to start living meaningful lives.

The question for us is always the same at every point in our lives:

How alive can you be in the time left for living?

We owe it to ourselves to find out.

27.

Neither the Universe

Nor the Hero’s Journey

Are anything to fear.

We have all the necessary tools and gifts

at our disposal,

waiting for the situation to arise

that calls them forth

and actualizes them

as sources of wonder and grace

in the time and place of our living.

We have no idea where life

comes from,

or where it goes,

or if it goes anywhere.

Not one of all the atoms

which make us up

is alive.

Cosmic dust is just dust.

How does life get into the mix?

No. One. Knows.

And it is readily apparent

that every living thing

comes into this world

knowing its business

and how to do it.

Everything from Humpback Whales,

to Garden Spiders,

to Long Leaf Pine Trees,

to Ruby-throated Hummingbirds

comes with a psychic blueprint

embedded in its cellular DNA

lying latent and waiting to be realized

at the right time and place

to the astonishment of onlookers

and the individual involved alike.

28.

Religion calls its theories “doctrines,”

and presents them as factual truth,

which have to be “taken on faith.”

That should be enough to turn all thinking people away,

but,

religion also tells us

that if we believe its theories

(that is, take them on faith),

we will be accorded heaven’s everlasting glories when we die

(another theory),

and if we don’t,

we will be punished with hell’s eternal agonies

(another theory).

And, then there is the one about

blessings and merit being bestowed on believers

both in this life and in the life to come.

It all adds up to

“What do you have to lose?”

But, “What do you have to lose?”

is not the same thing as a vision of mythic proportions

propelling us into the service and expression

of the life that is ours to live.

Theories/doctrines are not necessary–

and are profound impediments–

to the experience of being gripped

by an encounter with the Numen

and claimed by a will not our own.

This is the out-breaking of the genetic imprint

of who we are to be

encoded in our DNA,

and waiting for the right conjunction of time and circumstance

to wake up and call us forth to embrace our destiny.

If you are going to adopt a theory,

adopt this one.

And explore its possibilities for your life

like Luke Skywalker finding his way

to Jedi knighthood.

No heaven, no hell, just your life

needing you to live it.

28.

The Psyche is divided at the core.

Ambivalence and contradiction reside

at the level of our heart and soul.

We want contrary things–

what we want, and what we ought not want,

and what we ought to want.

Each of us is a split personality,

with the mission of reconciling the opposites,

integrating the polarities,

and exhibiting oneness, wholeness and completion

throughout our life.

This is the work of the Hero’s Journey,

undertaken with mindful, compassionate, awareness,

and the capacity to simply be with whatever is–

without being taken over by it,

but waiting for the right action to arise

“in the fullness of time,”

out of “the middle way,”

of transcendence and harmony.

In the meantime,

we bear consciously the agony–the agone–

of being afraid when we have nothing to fear,

of having to have when there is nothing we need,

of wanting to hide when we only need to face what is before us…

The psychic path encoded in our DNA

calls for us to make conscious the irrational forces

at work within,

in the service of the inner evolution of the species.

29.

The Buddha said, “There is a lot that we cannot do anything about.”

Or, words to that effect.

We are inundated,

besieged,

hemmed in

and battered by

all of the things we cannot do anything about

everyday from all sides.

But.

None of that can keep us from

being who we are

on the heaving waves

of the wine dark sea

of things we cannot do anything about.

We can meet it head on as who we are.

Jesus said, “Be who the situation needs you to be,

and don’t worry about the outcome!”

Or, words to that effect.

If you can find better advice,

take it!

30.

We are limited,

restricted,

by our options

and our choices.

We don’t get to choose our choices,

and that’s the bump

that ruins the ride.

We have to work

with the options we have to work with.

How many of them, really,

will take us where we want to go?

We don’t get to bail out

of this life with these choices

into some other,

bigger, finer, better life

with better choices.

Coming to terms with our options,

and making the best choices possible

among those that are available to us,

is the heart of the Hero’s Journey.

Good and Bad Religion

1.

Bad Religion is grounded on facts.
Good Religion is grounded on metaphors and symbols. 
Bad Religion has symbols too, 
but calls them facts. 
Take the bread and wine of Communion. 
Bad religion says they are the body and blood of Jesus. 
Period. 
That’s ALL they are. 
Any time you can say ALL a symbol is, 
you don’t have a symbol. 
You have a sign pointing to a fact. 

Symbols are open, not closed. 
Not Facts. 

Good Religion says 
“The bread of affliction is the bread of life 
and the cup of suffering is the cup of salvation.” 

Symbols of endless depth. 
Life is a religious affair. 
Good Religion is at the heart of life. 
Bad Religion is death pretending to be alive. 

There is no life that is not symbolic, 
that is not grounded on symbols. 
We cannot know ourselves directly, 
only by way of our symbols. 

Find the things that symbolize you, 
find the metaphors that speak to you,
and there you are. 

Our symbols are mirrors 
reflecting our soul, 
reflecting ourselves, 
reflecting us to us. 

Good Religion offers us living symbols 
of the way things are (and also are), 
and helps us ground ourselves 
in symbols of ourselves. 

Bad Religion explains things to us, 
spells things out for us, 
tells us what to think and do. 

Bad Religion is death to our soul. 

All religions are bad in their own way. 
Buddhism is as bad as Christianity, Islam and Judaism. 

“The map is not the territory.” 

You are going to have to create 
Good Religion for yourself. 
You won’t find it packaged 
ready for purchase anywhere. 

We are on our own. 
The problem is 
that we don’t want to go to the trouble. 
We just want to be told what to think, 
what to do, 
and have weekly reassurance 
that we are doing it the right way 
and don’t have anything to worry about. 

Bad Religion exists 
because there is a ready market for it. 
People demand Bad Religion. 
Insist on it. 
Will have nothing to do with the Good. 

The salvation of the world depends upon 
individuals waking up 
and facing up 
to their responsibility 
for their own life 
and living it. 

“Living our own life” 
is not doing what we want to do 
with our time while alive. 
It is doing what needs us to do it 
in each situation that comes along
with the gifts that come with us 
from the womb
to call us forth
and show us who we are
and what we are capable of
in the life that is ours to live.

2.

We keep looking for God 
“out there,” 
“up there,” 
“over there” 
to help us with the life we are living. 

You can see how well that’s working. 

We need to shift the entire religious orientation. 

What we are looking for 
is not “out there” but “in here.” 
It is found in working out the relationship, 
the partnership, 
between our psyche and our conscious mind.
 
It is found in the integration, 
the harmony, 
the oneness of selves, 
of who we are 
and who we also are. 

Bad religion says, “Shun the devil.” 
Good religion says, “Welcome the Prodigal home.” 
The work of good religion— 
of the spiritual quest, 
the Hero’s Journey, 
the search for the Holy Grail 
and the Promised Land— 
is the work of bringing the conflicts, 
the contradictions, 
the polarities, 
the ambivalence 
within us to life. 

That is where the vitality lies. 

Bad religion would have us suppress, 
deny, 
ignore 
these inner realities. 

What we are seeking 
is not found in suppressing the truth, 
but in bringing it forth. 
Make your inner conflicts, 
contradictions, 
polarities, 
and ambivalence 
real, 
present, 
alive— 
and work them out! 

We work them out 
by asserting the authority we have over them— 
they are our children, 
our creation, 
we are their mother, 
their father— 
and listening to them 
with mindful compassion and grace. 

They all have value, 
they all have something to say, 
something helpful to offer, 
and they all, 
believe it or not, 
have what they take to be 
our best interest at heart. 

We are the Prodigal’s father/mother 
welcoming all of our children home, 
receiving them well, 
honoring them with our attention, 
and working out the relationships among them. 

This is the work of oneness, 
of wholeness, 
of integration,
of reconciliation and peace. 
It is Rumi’s “The Guesthouse” 
being experienced in our own life.

3.

No Theology! 

It ought to be a bumper sticker. 

No Doctrine! 
No Dogma! 
No Creeds!
No Catechism! 
No Ideology! 

Bad religion looks for something
 beyond the experience of life 
to justify the experience of life— 
and something to look forward to once 
“this vale of tears” 
is left behind through death. 

The experience of life is more accurately a “veil of tears” 
concealing the wonder, 
beauty, 
goodness and joy 
of life just as it is— 
of life "Thus Come"--
which can be seen only by those 
with eyes to see, 
ears to hear, 
and a heart to understand. 

The experience of life 
is an optical illusion.
Now you see it this way, 
now you see it that way, 
and sometimes you never see it— 
with the “it” being the foundational truth 
of meaning and purpose 
lying beyond the apparent truth 
of meaninglessness and absurdity. 

The experience of life is an ink blot— 
reflecting the interior orientation 
of those who look at life 
and declare it to be as they see it. 

For example: 
Synchronicity is an encounter 
with more than meets the eye— 
which cannot be denied. 

A chance conversation changes our life forever. 
We have a brief exchange 
with a person in line 
with us at a checkout counter, 
whom we never see again 
and cannot ever forget. 

Synchronous experiences buoy us up 
and carry us along, 
and are available to all 
who are available to them. 

It takes a certain perspective, 
outlook, 
orientation, 
receptivity, 
to be able to see what is before us— 
and what is also before us— 
in each situation as it arises. 

That which transforms the life of one person 
is invisible to another. 
Look at what you see 
until you can see what you are looking at,
as it is and as it also is.

4.

The Gospel without doctrine or theology 
is the raw experience of grace at work in our life. 

When we try to explain 
the raw experience of grace at work in our life, 
and make it available to everyone 
by telling them exactly what they must do and believe 
in order to experience it as we did/do, 
you get doctrine and theology. 

We could talk about grace 
without becoming doctrinal or theological, 
but we would have to be poetic and metaphorical. 

Sheldon Kopp observed, 
“Some things can be experienced 
but not understood, 
and some things can be understood 
but not explained.” 
Grace is one of those things. 

We all experience grace,
but none of us can say what to do,
or believe, 
to be able to experience grace
whenever we want to--
any more than we can order up
what we will dream tonight.

The raw experience of grace at work in our life 
is the ground of all good religion. 
Explanation and exhortation 
is the ground of all bad religion. 

If you want to be religious in the best sense of the word, 
put yourself on the path of the raw experience of grace. 
And don’t try to say what happened, 
unless you use metaphors and symbols. 

Grace is the full experience 
of the right time meeting up with the right place 
in the right way 
to stun us with the wonder 
of the impact. 

To put ourselves on the path 
of that kind of experience, 
we have to try new things, 
shake up our life, 
see everything we look at 
as though for the first time, 
open ourselves to wonder and delight. 

To experience grace, 
we have to be able to experience our life. 
All of it. 
Just as it is.
"Thus come."

If we are closed off to our experience, 
grace has no chance. 
Grace is more than words can say, 
more than can be said. 
We can’t explain right time, 
right place, 
right way. 

You woulda hadda been there.

5.

We are distracted by the 10,000 things. 
Our life is one distraction after another. 
We cannot be centered, 
grounded and focused 
because of all the things 
coming at us from every side 
at all times. 

The entire culture is suffering 
from Attention Defect Disorder. 
We all need what true religion 
has always offered: Nothing! 

How much of Nothing! 
can you stand, 
for how long? 

Work to increase your tolerance 
for Nothing! in your life. 
It won’t cost anything, 
and you can practice it anywhere. 
And, it will open you to Everything! 
in ways you have never thought of anything. 
But, don’t take my word for it. 
Discover the worlds awaiting 
when you sit still and do Nothing!

6.

In waking up, 
we separate ourselves 
from our way, 
and recognize that how we want things to be 
has nothing to do with how they need to be. 

In order to see, 
we have to see beyond ourselves— 
we have to see more than meets the eye. 

We live best 
when we get out of the way 
and allow our life to live itself through is— 
when we participate in, 
collaborate with, 
our life. 

Learning to live well 
is learning to see, hear, and understand 
what is happening 
and what needs to be done about it. 

The thrust of the culture 
is toward how to get what we want. 
The focus of the culture is having our way. 
Nothing could be more detrimental 
to us or the culture. 

Our life exists apart from us. 
We do not create it for ourselves. 
We do not decide 
what we want 
and live in light of that. 

What wants us is the question— 
not what we want. 
What claims us in such a way 
that we sacrifice everything we thought we wanted 
in order to serve it? 
What owns us? 
To what do we belong? 
Are we owned by the thing 
that has actual rights to us? 
Do we belong to that 
which is our proper owner? 

Do we know who our Daddy/Mama is? 
Who is your Daddy? 
Who is your Mama? 
If we don’t know that, 
we are as orphans,
 lost and alone in a life 
we have to make up for ourselves. 

Look at what you are living for, 
at what you are living to do, 
and ask if that needs to be done 
and if it needs you to do it. 

If you are living to be entertained— 
if you are living to take your mind off your life— 
you could do with a search 
for your Daddy, your Mama. 

We live the life that is ours to live 
by being owned by what has an authentic claim to us— 
by aligning ourselves with, 
and living in the service of, 
the life that needs us to live it.
 If you are looking for a mission, 
a purpose, 
finding and living your life is it.

7.

The test of any belief, 
of any faith, 
of any religion, 
is this: Does it work?
Does it help you with your life? 
Does it bring you to life? 
Does it enable you to live 
the life that is your life 
to live in the time left for living? 

Or, does it hand you a life 
made to order by someone else, 
some authority, 
someone who knows what’s best 
and must be pleased or else? 

Does it tell you what to do and how to do it, 
what to think and not think, 
and what to avoid at all costs? 

Does it call you to ask all the questions, 
or does it tell you to not ask questions? 
To just take what you are handed and do what you are told? 

Does it invite you to open yourself to beauty in all forms— 
to embrace, experience, relish, adore, exhibit, express and serve 
beautiful ways of responding to the wonder 
of who we are, where are, when we are, how we are, what we are, why we are? 

Or does it give you a long list of things not to consider, 
of places not to go, 
of people not to associate with, 
of experiences not to have? 

Does it open you to life 
or close you off from life?

8.

Fritz Kunkel says 
(In “What It Means to Grow Up: A Guide in Understanding the Development of Character”) 
that our philosophy of life, 
our point of view are ours to work out for ourselves, 
and that “we must seek our own point of view, 
call our own experiences into council, 
develop our judgment, 
deepen and correct it again an again— 
until in this way we become mature, grow up, 
gain wisdom” (or words to that effect). 

Thomas Kuhn (in “The Structure of Scientific Revolution”) 
said that science progresses 
by encountering experiences 
which contradict theories 
and force an expansion, or a revision, 
or a dismissal of the theories in question. 

Everything becomes clear 
with time and experience. 
We work out who we are 
and what is important, 
how things are 
and what needs to be done about it 
over the full course of our life. 

We need the freedom 
to examine our experience, 
engaging the contradictions and discordance, 
and allowing the questions raised 
to lead us along the way 
of an ever emerging realization of truth— 
without ever arriving at The Truth, 
but always growing in our capacity 
to imagine a deeper truth 
at every transition point in the journey. 
May that be the way it is for us all along the way!

9.

The work evolves. 
The work becomes more than it has been. 
The work shifts, 
changes, 
takes on new forms, 
takes surprising turns, 
takes off in new directions. 

The worst thing we can do 
is what we have always done. 

The only God worth hanging out with— 
the only God worthy of the name— 
is the God who makes all things new, 
including, 
and especially, 
our idea of God. 

If your God isn’t remaking God 
in the name of God 
before your very eyes, 
saying, “That was then, this is now, 
who knows what’s next? 
Let’s find out together!” 
you’re stuck in the same old same old 
and that is no way to catch up 
with the spirit that is like the wind, 
blowing where it will. 

We have to always be waking up, 
and every awakening is a rude one. 

No one asks us, 
“Okay, Honey, do you feel like waking up 
a little bit more today?” 

We turn a corner and there it is, 
like nothing we have ever seen before, 
and all the old constructs 
and schematics 
and blueprints 
and norms are blown to hell 
by that tornado of the spirit’s wind 
whipping through our life. 

That’s waking up.

 Every time we wake up, 
we have to put things together 
in a different configuration. 
We are always leaving our current home 
for some new Land of Promise. 
Settling down with “the way it’s supposed to be” 
is for the dead and dying. 
If you’re living, 
you’re changing. 
Your mind. 
About something you thought 
was solidly in place forever. 

Waking up is growing up. 
We out grow our religion. 
We out grow our theology. 
We out grow our doctrine. 
We out grow our creeds. 
We out grow our God. 

Joseph Campbell said, 
“Experience is what we use to formulate new realizations.” 
What was important is a step on the way 
to what is important. 

We are moving through our life 
from where we have been 
to where we are going. 
Waking up. 
Growing up all along the way. 
Who knows what’s next? 
We live to find out!

10.

Growing up is the solution 
to all of our problems today. 
Not what we want to hear. 
We want to hear, 
“Come here, Sweet Thing! 
Come to Mama/Daddy. 
I’ll make it just like you want it to be right now— 
and when you change your mind, 
I’ll make it just like you want it to be then, there!” 
Now we’re talking! 

My friend Ogi Overman says, 
“All we ever wanted was smooth and easy.” 
And, until we find the real Mama/Daddy of our dreams, 
we will compensate ourselves 
with one addiction after another 
for things not being as smooth and easy 
as we would like for them to be. 

Growing up is at the heart of good religion. 
Remaining infantile and dependent 
upon the consolation of Mama/Daddy in the sky— 
IF we are good little boys and girls, 
and say our prayers, 
and mind our manners, 
and do as we are told— 
is at the heart of bad religion. 

How good your religion is 
is reflected by how well it enables you to grow up, 
stand on your own feet, 
live your own life— 
the life that is your life to live, that only you can live— 
and work out whatever needs to be worked out 
in each situation as it arises 
all your life long. 

How bad your religion is 
is reflected by how well it encourages you 
to play role of Sweet Thing 
to its version of Mama/Daddy. 

What you do about your religion—
and your life—
are up to you.

11.

The problem with religion as we know it 
is its tendency to take its sacred writings 
and holy scriptures 
to be literal and factual accounts of actual events 
in the physical world of normal, apparent reality. 

Metaphor, poetry and symbol 
for religion as we know it 
are the same things as fiction, 
which is the same thing as false. 

So, religion has to go one way and I have to go another. 

Jacob Bronowski said, 
“You can’t find truth the way you find an umbrella.” 

Joseph Campbell has wonderful things to say 
that religion cannot hear. 
For example: 
“What is intended by art and mystical religion 
is not knowledge of anything factual 
that can be defined or explained, 
but the evoking of a sense of the absolutely unknowable— 
leaving it to science to take care of what can be known (or words to that effect).”

Campbell continues: “The ineffable, the absolutely unknowable, 
can only be sensed—
not more in the religious sanctuary today than elsewhere.”

 And: “The ineffable is of the province of art, which is a quest for— 
and a formulation of— 
an experience which evokes energy awakening images 
yielding what Sir Herbert Read has aptly termed 
‘a sensuous apprehension of being.’” 

I couldn’t have said what I have to say any better 
than Campbell has said it. 
It’s great when someone else does your work for you.

12.

Once we get beyond religion as something we think about, 
and understand it as something we do, 
we can stop thinking about our believing 
and start thinking about our doing— 
and how it relates to that which is deepest, 
truest, 
and best about us. 

Doing is about expressing, 
exhibiting, 
bringing forth— 
and the old concept of education 
was about bringing forth 
that which was hidden away within individual students, 
and not about instilling, 
or pouring information into, 
empty minds, 
or writing on “blank slates.” 

Doing is not about achieving, 
acquiring,
 accomplishing, 
attaining. 

Doing is about reading the situation as it arises 
and offering what is needed there 
out of what we have to offer— 
and seeing where it goes. 

The trick is that we don’t know what we have to offer 
until we present ourselves to the situation 
and meet what we find there, 
intent on keeping faith with ourselves 
and the situation, 
and allowing that approach to show us 
what we are capable of. 

Learning to do, 
to live, 
out of our own integrity— 
living in ways that are integral 
with what is deepest, truest and best about us— 
and not out of an orientation of exploitation 
where we look to our situations to supply us 
with what we want and think we need, is
the shift in perspective and attitude that tells the tale.

13.

Nathan R. Jessup (The Jack Nicholson character in “A Few Good Men”) 
nails us to the wall with his, 
“You can’t handle the truth!” 

We cannot bear the pain—
the pain of knowing how it is with us. 
We cannot handle the truth 
of the discrepancy between how things are 
and how we want things to be. 
We cannot live with that contradiction. 

And so, the culture of entertainment, 
addiction, 
denial 
and escapism. 
And so, life as we know it. 

Karl Marx is almost exactly on the money 
with his observation: 
“Religion is the sigh of the oppressed creature, 
the heart of a heartless world 
and the soul of soulless conditions. 
It is the opium of the people.” 

He would have been precisely correct 
if he had used the term “bad religion” 
instead of “religion.” 

Bad religion is the escape of the people 
from the burden of contradictions 
they cannot bear. 

Good religion enables, 
allows, 
requires
them to dance with the contradictions, 
to handle the truth of the dichotomy 
between how things are 
and how they want them to be. 

The cross Jesus is talking about when he says, 
“If you would be my disciple, 
pick up your cross daily and follow me,” 
is the cross of the truth of our contradictions. 

And we follow him into the dance of life, 
which is a dance with the truth of our contradictions. 

Good religion makes that possible 
by enabling us to see into the heart of things— 
to get to the bottom of things— 
and understand how things are, 
and how things need to be, 
and take up the work of living in the tension 
of these polarities 
as those who would reconcile 
what can be reconciled, 
integrate what can be integrated, 
and bear consciously the polarities 
that must be recognized and borne. 

We do what needs to be done 
about the way things are, 
and bear the pain of what cannot be done, 
and let that be that, because it is. 

This is the way of death and life.
The hero’s journey.
The Grail quest.
The path to the land of promise 
that unfolds endlessly before us, 
and calls us to live in the service of what we seek.

14.

Bad religion is a shortcut to the land of promise 
that carries us straight to the wasteland. 

Never was truer the old saw: 
"The shortest way through 
is the long way around."

Good religion carries us through the heart of Gethsemane 
and across the face of Golgotha 
before reaching the empty tomb. 

Bad religion would take us straight to Easter Morning 
without any of the agony and ordeal 
that good religion recognizes as part of the path to new life. 

The way begins where we are, 
and asks us to face up to the truth of how things are 
and how things also are— 
which is how things truly are. 

That is the path of agony and ordeal 
that leads to life beyond death—-the
death of dying to how we wish things were 
and the life of living to make the best 
of the way things are. 

We take what we are handed at birth 
and make it into all that it might become, 
using the gifts, 
art, 
and genius 
that are ours to bring forth in our life. 

Good religion helps us 
find the tools to birth ourselves into 
the life that is ours to live 
within the life we are living. 

There is no waiting for heaven 
on the other side of our biological death. 
There is entering now into 
the fullness of the life that is our life to live 
by aligning ourselves with that which is 
deepest, best and truest about us— 
our own true nature, 
our own best self— 
in the time left for living.

15.

Joseph Campbell said, 
“Experience is the matrix, 
the milieu, 
from which we form new realizations 
(or words to that effect).” 

The Buddha and Jesus did not have the last word. 
The Bible is not the last word. 
The sutras are not the last word. 
There is no last word.

It is all unfolding, 
expanding, 
deepening. 

One idea leads to another, 
and before you know it, 
we are participants 
in an idea explosion. 

Talk about transformation! 
Talk about revolution! 
People who say, “The Bible says,” 
or “The Buddha says,” 
or “Jesus says,” 
or “Joseph Campbell says,”
as though any of those sources said 
all there is to say, 
and all we have to do is say what they said 
until the end of time, 
are failing to access the authority 
of their own voice, 
of their own experience. 

And, they are failing to do the work 
of forming new realizations 
(Realizations never before realized by anyone), 
and new experiences, 
out of the wealth of their experience. 
They are failing to experience their experience. 
They are failing to live their own life. 
Do. 
Not. 
Be. 
One. 
Of. 
Those. 
People.

16.

Reasonable people can look at the same evidence 
and draw different conclusions. 
Hence, hung juries— 
and the profusion of religion worldwide. 

Meaning is interpretation. 
What something—
anything—
means is what we say, 
or someone says, 
it means 
in a particular time and place of our, 
of their, 
life. 

What something means today 
may well not be what it meant 
twenty years ago, 
or from now. 

We have no business killing each other 
over a difference in interpretation 
of the evidence. 

If we live long enough 
(in the right way), 
all of us will change our mind 
about what is important. 
A number of times. 

We have to live as though what we say 
is important IS important, 
here and now, 
while recognizing that it may well be 
different then and there, 
and letting that realization 
soften our response to those 
who say something else is important here and now. 

Draw soft lines. 
The world is changing quickly.

17.

I believe there is more to it 
than meets the eye. 
If pushed to say more, 
I would say, “I believe the visible world 
is grounded upon, 
and supported by, 
the invisible world—
the world of numinous, 
transcendent reality.” 

If pushed to say more than that, 
I would say, following Joseph Campbell, 
who gave me the idea 
with a quote from Heinrich Zimmer, 
“I believe the best things cannot be known, 
and the second best things can be known but not said, 
and the third best things can be known and said 
in the language of symbol and poetry, 
and the fourth best things can be known and said 
in the language of story and parable, 
and the fifth best things can be known and said 
in the language of everyday discourse.” 

This is in line with Sheldon Kopp, 
who said, “Some things can be experienced, 
but not understood, 
and some things can be understood, 
but not explained.” 

If pushed to say more, I would say, 
“I believe we do our children 
a grave disservice when we hand them 
theology and doctrine in the name of religion.
I believe we should hand them mystery, 
and invite them to wonder, 
with us, 
about the best things 
and the second best things.
And that we should teach them the language 
of symbol and poetry, 
story and parable,
and send them off to find their life in the world.”

18.

All of the symbols of the Christian church—
and of any church— 
are beautifully, 
wonderfully appropriate for every age, 
but. 
They have to be reinterpreted for each age. 

The current symbols of the Christian church 
were partially updated in 1643 
by the Westminster Divines 
as the Westminster Confession of Faith, 
and are no more appropriate for today 
than a medical textbook of that period would be. 

Each age must find its own way to God 
with symbols and metaphors and myths 
that are appropriate to the age. 

We do that by reinterpreting the symbols, 
metaphors and myths of previous ages— 
by re-imagining them in light 
of our present experience and world-view. 

There was no Garden of Eden 
in an actual literal sense, 
but. 
The Garden of Eden remains 
vibrant and valid through all ages 
as the launch pad of spiritual life and understanding. 

No one approaches the need for a Spiritual (Hero’s) Journey, 
or the search for the Land of Promise 
(another metaphor that has to be updated and reinterpreted), 
except from the standpoint 
of the loss of the blissful state 
of innocence where everything 
was in place and made sense. 

It is only when we wake up to the realization 
that the way we have been told things are 
is not how things are, 
that we begin the Agone, 
the Agony, 
of finding our way to a unifying vision 
that holds it all together, 
makes sense to us, 
and fills us with vitality 
and enthusiasm for our life. 

Every Biblical metaphor, 
every symbol of that Old Time Religion, 
has to be reformed, 
rethought, 
re-imagined, 
reshaped, 
reformulated 
and reclaimed 
in order to serve us 
as food for our soul, 
and sustenance for the journey. 

And every one of those metaphors, 
of those symbols, 
has the power to do that— 
to be exactly what we need to be 
who we need to be in the life we are living, 
“from this time forth, and forever more.” 

As we do the work of bringing them to life, 
they return the favor and bring us to life, 
and it becomes “a new world Golda,” for everyone.

19.

Good religion hands you spirituality 
without any theology, 
dogma, 
doctrine, 
creeds 
catechisms
and ideology 
attached. 

Good religion hands you spirituality 
straight from the heart— 
from the heart of good religion 
straight to your heart— 
without any of the embellishments, 
improvements, 
alterations 
and enhancements 
that bad religion is so proficient in producing 
and providing. 

I wish we had another word for “spirituality,” 
because that is so encumbered 
with theological augmentation 
that we can’t possibly be a 
spiritual person without “good theology,” 
as though what we think is more important 
than what we know. 

Spirituality is knowing that can’t be thought, 
told, 
defined, 
defended,
or explained 
as in: “The Tao that can be said is not the eternal Tao"
(Which may also be rendered as, "A path that can be
discerned as a path is not a reliable path" Martin Palmer). 

Spirituality is our connection with the Invisible World— 
with the Unconscious World 
(Which is unconscious because we are not conscious of it— 
because it is more than can be made conscious, 
except through symbols and metaphors).

We have to talk about the unconscious world 
of Spirit and Soul, 
of Spiritual Reality, 
symbols and metaphors 
because we cannot say directly 
what we know to be so, 
because what we know cannot be said. 

So we talk about “the wellspring of living water,” 
but it isn’t an actual well, 
or actual water, 
and how can water be alive, anyway? 

The entire vocabulary of spiritual discourse 
is such that you have to know what I mean 
before you can understand what I’m saying, 
and without the experience 
of the Invisible World, 
there is nothing that can be said 
to enable you to understand what I’m talking about.

20.

There are a number of ways of doing it right— 
just like there are a number of ways 
of washing the dishes. 
If you come out with a clean dish, 
what is it to someone else how you got there? 

Religion that puts you in accord 
with the sorrows and woes of this world, 
and puts you in touch 
with the firm reality of the invisible world, 
and enables you to live in this world 
in sync with that world, 
nails it, 
and there are any number of ways for religion to do that. 
Any religion. 
Yea for those that do. 
Boo for those that don’t.

21.

We have to have something 
we are living to do— 
something we will work the job we are working 
in order to pay the bills 
that enable us to do what we live to do. 

We have to have something we care about, 
that we are in love with, 
that we can do with all our heart, 
that we can’t get enough of. 

Drinking beer and doing drugs don’t qualify. 
Meth labs and crack babies 
are symptoms of a culture gone bad. 
Of a culture that has lost its heart.
That has no soul,
and doesn't want anything more 
than it wants sex, drugs and alcohol.

We don’t fix that with a new round of politicians. 
We fix a broken culture 
by being who the culture needs us to be. 
It takes the right kind of people 
to produce the right kind of culture. 

We produce the right kind of people 
by giving ourselves a make-over. 

This is the new religion: 
becoming who we need to be to
live the life that needs us to live it. 
It starts with listening to our body
(What we know in our bones,
and what those gut feelings are saying),
to our nighttime dreams,
and our daytime fantasies.

You still may be able to get a hardback copy 
of Anthony Stevens’ book, Private Myths: Dreams and Dreaming 
for one penny plus $3.99 postage 
from Used Books on Amazon. 
If you aren’t willing to do that, never mind.
I’m talking to the people who are so willing.

22.

We don’t need theology 
or doctrine, 
or some second-hand religion 
passed along to us 
by Those Who Know Best And Must Be Pleased. 

We need only the truth of our own experience 
to validate for us the importance 
of compassion and kindness 
in a “Do unto others as you would have them do unto you, 
whether or not they return the favor 
and do unto you as you have done unto them” 
kind of way. 
The truth of our own experience, 
reflected upon, 
and interpreted 
in light of the experience of the species, 
and the values at the heart of being human, 
is all we need to square us up 
with how things are 
and what needs to be done about it 
in each situation as it arises. 

No religion that has ever been 
could do more for us, 
or as much. 

Theology and doctrine are divisive. 
Good religion is unifying 
like the encounter with awe, 
wonder, 
grace 
and beauty in art, music and nature— 
like a cup of cold water on a hot day. 
Who could argue about any of those things? 
Who could fail to be blessed by them?

23.

No one needs to be told what to believe 
in terms of doctrine and theology. 
Everyone needs the freedom to know
what needs to be done 
and be able to work that out out best to do that
for themselves. 

All approaches to the experience 
with spiritual reality are composed 
of the same elements. 

The basics are: Seeing (What you look at), 
Hearing (What you listen to),
Understanding (How things are and how things also are), 
Knowing (What is happening in each situation as it arises), 
Doing (What needs to be done about it), 
Being (In accord with your life 
and with the way of life— 
Which includes bearing the pain of your experience). 

The tools are: Mindfulness Meditation 
(Jon Kabat-Zinn’s work, and his You Tube videos, 
are a great source for training), 
Emptiness, stillness and silence (Sitting quietly), 
Living as an outlet of compassion and grace, 
Reflection and Realization, 
Practice (Discipline, Rituals, Routines), 
Participation in the right kind of company 
(Communities of Innocence, I call them), 
Diet and exercise. 

We cannot read a book, 
attend a lecture, 
go on a retreat 
and, “be spiritual.” 
“Being spiritual” is a practice, 
a regimen, 
a way of life. 

Not a vocabulary 
or a set of beliefs.

24.

Physical reality puts us in touch with spiritual reality. 
The threshold to awareness, 
realization, 
enlightenment 
and perception 
is our encounter 
with the limitations 
and restrictions of life 
as we live it. 

Each moment in this world is a doorway, 
a portal, 
into the other world. 

Bad Religion doesn’t always see it that way. 
Religion as we know it 
spends too much time denouncing, 
dismissing, 
discounting 
and denying 
the world of physical reality. 

This world, according to that religion, 
is a “vale of tears,”
filled with “pain and suffering,” 
and is only something to be made up to us 
in the world to come after we die. 

That religion misses all this world has to offer 
by focusing on the glories of the other world. 
This world is all we need 
to clue into the other world 
and open ourselves to it, 
here and now, 
and bring it into this world of present experience 
by the way we live. 

We live here, now, 
as extensions of that world 
into this world. 
In living in this world as those who 
are of that world, 
we make the connection between worlds real, 
and transform this reality 
with infusions of that reality, 
by living here and now as though 
that reality is the Real Reality, 
with grace, mercy, compassion and peace 
where greed, anger, hatred, fear, envy, revenge and vindictiveness
would normally be. 

We get to the other world through this one 
by allowing physical limitations 
and restrictions to show us everything 
we need to know about spiritual reality 
and it’s experience and expression 
in the world of here and now. 

Simply sit with this world as it is, 
receiving it with compassionate awareness, 
and that world will open itself to you.

25.

There are three statements 
that form the ground of all good religion 
world-wide across time: 
1) The Bread of Affliction is the Bread of Life. 
2) The Cup of Suffering is the Cup of Salvation. 
3) The full scope of the Spiritual Journey 
is the distance from The Garden of Eden 
to the Garden of Gethsemane. 

When we understand how these statements 
apply to us and our life, 
and accommodate ourselves to their truth, 
we will be the Buddha 
and the Christ, 
Abraham, 
Mohamed. 
Lao Tzu, 
Black Elk, 
Chief Seattle 
and all others of their guild.

26.

True religion doesn’t kill anyone. 
Doesn’t hate anyone. 
Doesn’t condemn anyone. 
Doesn’t focus on converting anyone. 
Doesn’t spend its time talking about anyone. 
Doesn’t care who is saved and who isn’t. 
Isn’t obsessed with sin and sinners. 
Isn’t interested in proving it is the only true religion. 
Has no time for debates or discussions about theology, doctrine and dogma.
Thinks it is enough to know what your own business is 
and mind it, tend it, do it, and let that be enough.

27.

The spiritual path is not the way to what we want. 
There is no deal: 
We give to God, God gives to us. 

That’s the fundamental problem 
at the foundation of all bad religion. 
Give to Get. 
The basis of every bad religion ever. 

What can we do to make God happy 
so God will give us that land flowing with milk and honey, 
where everyone lives out their life, 
and lives in good faith with everyone else? 

Baruch held out his hand and asked for favors 
for being faithful, 
and got his life as war booty. 

That’s as much as any of us get. 
We have to square up with that 
before stepping onto the spiritual path. 

The way is the way 
of being who we are needed to be 
by the context and circumstances of our life— 
in each situation as it arises— 
with nothing in it for us 
beyond the satisfaction of a job well done. 

Why do it? 
We get our life as a prize of war. 
If that doesn’t interest you, 
You don’t understand 
what it means to be alive. 

We do it for the joy of doing it
and the satisfaction of having done it.

What it means to be alive is 
to be who we are needed to be 
in the here and now of our living, 
And step toward what needs us to do it. 
The path will open before us,
step by step along the way.

28.

We have to rethink everything we have been told and led to assume. 
The cultural orientations toward wealth, 
privilege, 
exploitation, 
profiteering, 
entertainment, 
consumption, 
and an ever-increasing standard of living 
are fictions that cannot sustain life. 

Religion’s affiliation with, 
and support of, 
the cultural fictions 
disqualifies it as “the voice of God,” 
and leaves us in the position 
of finding our own way through all 
that is false 
to the treasure hard to find— 
which is the trustworthy foundation, 
source, 
and legitimate goal of our life. 

Our search is the quest for life--
or that which is worth our life, 
and provides life to all who find, 
and align themselves with, 
the Way of Life. 

To find our way there, 
we have to rethink everything 
we have been told and led to assume. 

Our problem is knowing 
what to make of our experience. 
Things are not always what they seem to be. 
How do we know what to think? 
Our understanding depends 
upon the quality of our interpretation, 
which is influenced by 10,000 things. 

We must understand that our understanding 
is hypothetical, 
conditional, 
incomplete, 
awaiting further clarity. 
Wait and see. 
Time will tell. 
Do not rush to judgment. 
listen, 
act. 
and evaluate the outcome.

Test your hypotheses. 
Adjust your interpretation 
to take the evidence into account. 
Allow reflection upon experience 
to create new realizations. 

Allow reality to adjust your interpretation/understanding of reality. 
Live your way to the truth of how things are and also are. 
One step at a time.

29.

Tell me now, 
is the moon a white marble floating on a black velvet sea, 
or not? 

What is the truth, here? 
Is it or isn’t it? 
Yes or no? 
Right or wrong? 

A culture that values “The facts, just the facts, ma’am,” 
is hard pressed to find a place 
for feelings, symbols and metaphors. 

If it isn’t factual, it can’t be true. 
Even where religion reigns, 
everything is “taken on faith” to be factual 
no matter how far removed 
from the laws of physics, logic and reason. 

To suggest that the ground of religion 
is metaphor and imagination 
is to commit the heresy of heresies, 
and to keep company with Satan himself, 
who is, of course, quite factual, actual, tangible and, hence, real. 

Is the moon a white marble floating on a black velvet sea, 
or not?

30.

All religion is true religion to its adherents, 
and nonsense to everyone else. 

All religion speaks, or spoke, to someone, 
and everyone else has to take his, or her word for it. 

The ground, core, foundation, source, meaning and hope of every religion– 
of ALL religion– 
is the search for the ground, core, foundation, source, meaning and hope 
of ourselves and our life. 

We all, from the very beginning, wake up (more or less), 
and discover that here we are, 
and immediately wonder “What does it mean that we are here?” 
“Now what?” 

Where would we be without religion and the culture 
(And where do those two things begin and end, merge and part company?) 
to nurture and guide us? 

Our quest is the common quest of our species. 

We have to make sense of being here, now. 
What shall we make of it? 
What do we make of it? 
There is your religion for you. 
And your culture. 

Wherever you turn for help with the 
“What does it mean that we are here? Now what?” questions 
is your way of seeking the ground, core, foundation, source, meaning and hope 
of your life.

31.

We have to find our own religion 
and respect everyone else’s. 
Religion is that collection of symbols, 
rites and rituals 
that comprise for us 
the ground, center, foundation and source of meaning, purpose, direction, vitality, zeal, enthusiasm, hope, resilience, loyalty, allegiance, faithfulness, dedication, determination, resolve, courage, character and all the high values — 
and serves for us as an avenue 
of lifelong reflection and realization. 

It is not a compendium of beliefs. 
It is the heart of life and being 
beating in rhythm with our heart, 
connecting us with all hearts 
in the service of life and being. 

No one can hand anyone 
the religion at the heart of life and being. 
We all have to find it for ourselves. 

What are the symbols, 
rites and rituals 
that connect you with the ground of meaning?

32.

Any time we make an approach to truth— 
the truth of our experience, of the way things are— 
THE way to truth, 
we block the way to truth. 

There is no sacrosanct formula, doctrine, dogma, creed. 
There is only seeing how things are now 
and what needs to be done about them, 
in response to them
and doing it
situation by situation.

Any path that becomes THE path becomes a worn path, 
becomes a rut,
becomes a narrow way of thinking, 
perceiving, 
experiencing,
and cuts us off from the fullness of our experience, 
and keeps us from seeing how things are 
and also are in the moment-to-moment encounter 
with each situation as it arises. 

"The path that is a discernible path
is not a reliable path."

The work is always to see— 
and respond appropriately to— 
how things are now, no now, no now… 
No religion can help us with that work. 
We are on our own there. Here.

Mindfulness is our responsibility 
in every instant of our life. 
We are always getting to the bottom of things 
and deciding how to respond in ways 
that are fitting to the occasion 
on every occasion. 

The work of a true human being is 
spontaneously being what the situation calls for 
by offering the gifts that are ours to give in each 
situation as it arises, all our life long.

33.

There is an intelligence at work in our life, 
which we sense 
by realizing that we know more than we know we know, 
and then it’s gone in trying to know more than we can know. 

We flirt with the limits along the edge of consciousness. 
Intuition and instinct feel but do not say, 
and we are left with knowing there is more than we know,
without knowing how to know it.
The test is whether we will put ourselves in its service, 
in the service of that which we do not know. 

Good religion says the service itself is life. 
Bad religion sees the service as a way of bartering, 
brokering, 
a deal for a better life— 
either in this world or the world to come. 
Or both. 

Give to get or to gain is the essence of bad religion. 
Good religion says live to give yourself 
in the service of what you do not know, 
and let that be that. 

There is an intelligence at work in our life. 
How we choose to live in relationship with it tells the tale.

34.

Good religion is absolutely essential 
in the work to be who we are. 
Good religion speaks the language of Psyche, 
of Soul, 
and is a treasure trove of “symbols of transformation.” 

Good religion grows us up through all of the stages of development, 
helping us to recognize the signs along the way 
and reminding us that the primary requirement 
of the Hero’s Journey is to see it through, 
to not quit too soon, 
to press on, 
to persevere, 
to live on, 
whispering to us the words of the Greek poet Homer 
spoken from the lips of Odysseus: 
“I will stay with it and endure 
through suffering hardship, 
and once the heaving sea 
has shaken my raft to pieces, 
then I will swim.” 

Good religion is the servant of Psyche/Soul, 
and is, to us, “a very present help in time of trouble.” 
The trouble is good religion is hard to find, 
leaving us with little option but to become what we seek.

35.

Good religion is religion without theology and doctrine. 
Good religion is Zen without the Buddhist or Taoist trappings. 
Good religion is our experience of this here, this now, 
and our sense of what is happening, 
and what needs to happen, 
and what needs to be done about it 
with the gifts and resources 
at our disposal, 
and our ability to know what we know on all levels, 
which implies living transparent to ourselves 
and open to possibilities we cannot imagine, 
trusting ourselves to ourselves, 
and allowing the path to open before us 
as we start walking. 

Good religion helps us interpret our experience 
in light of the shared experiences of the species, 
communicated through the symbols, parables and metaphors 
that have been doorways to transcendence 
through the ages, 
and connect us with truth at the core of who we are, 
enabling us to live out of— 
and grounded upon— 
the Foundation Stone of our essential identity, 
our Original Nature,
and be at-one with ourselves 
in each situation as it arises throughout our life.

36.

Everybody’s religion is so because they say it is so. 
Everybody’s religion is grounded upon what they say is so. 
Whatever we say is so 
is so because we say it is. 

Taking something, anything, “on faith” 
is saying it is so because we say it is so, 
because we believe it to be so, 
because we are sure it is so. 

We either affirm what someone else tells us is so, 
saying it is so for us as well, 
or, we make it up for ourselves. 
Either way, it is so ultimately because we say so. 

We are the authority behind our own faith. 
We believe what we believe because we believe it is true, 
and worth believing. 

The validity of all religion is self-evident to its adherents. 
They believe it because they think it is so. 
Because they KNOW it is so. 
Because their experience has confirmed them in their beliefs. 

True religion is true because we say it is true. 
False religion is always someone else’s religion. 
Religious wars are differences of opinion 
about things that cannot be verified by independent observers.

37.

At the heart level, 
practitioners of Zen, Buddhism and Taoism 
know the same thing: What’s what. 
The farther we get away from what’s what, 
into the why, and how, and when, and where, and who— 
that is to say, the farther we get away from the raw experience 
of the situation as it arises, 
and what is happening there, 
and what needs to happen in response, 
in light of the true good of the situation as a whole, 
responding to it out of the gifts and resources available to us individually, 
regardless of the implications for us personally— 
the farther we get into doctrine, theology and ideology. 

The farther we get from the level of our heart, bones and stomach, 
the farther we get into head stuff, 
mental stuff, rational, logical stuff, 
and the more we become automatons, robots, androids, 
a face in the crowd, 
a member of the masses, 
lost to our Self, 
with no idea of who we are 
or what matters most in any situation as it arises. 

Bad religion alienates us from ourselves 
and makes us a digital reproduction of everyone else 
reciting the creeds of the bad religion.

38.

All true religion begins with an experience with the ineffable, 
with an encounter with numinous reality. 
Like falling in love. 

I fell in love with a camera. 
No kidding. 
I saw it sitting on a poolside table in a made-for-TV-movie in 1966 
staring Robert Wagner. 
And I was smitten. 
Stunned into silence and wonder. 

And, I did not have anyone in my life to help me interpret the experience. 

We are lost to the experience with none to help us make sense of it. 
A religious experience can be with anything, 
but it cannot be with everything. 
And we cannot plan it, 
schedule it, 
organize it, 
orchestrate it, 
choreograph it, 
produce it, 
can it, 
sell it, 
mass market it... 

We turn a corner and a piano falls out of the sky on our head. 
And we don’t know what to do. 

I’ve been working with the experience of falling in love with a camera 
for over 50 years. 
It was the organizing experience of my life. 
I went to seminary to figure it out— 
to interpret it, 
understand it. 

Hermeneutics and exegesis 
are about interpreting and understanding experience 
before they are about interpreting and understanding scripture. 

I thought I would figure out my experience 
and help people understand their own. 
I discovered people who didn’t have experiences with the Numen, 
and weren’t interested in having any. 
“Just tell us what to believe Preacher, 
and make it quick. 
I tee-off at 1:30.” 

No one can give you religion. 
It hides around corners in the form of falling pianos. 
Or in made-for-TV-movies. 
When it shocks you awake with it’s arrival, 
sit with it for a while seeking to interpret it 
in ways that honor it and incorporate it into your life— 
in ways that form your life around it. 
The dance will last forever.

39.

We have an experience with the ineffable— 
an encounter with numinous reality— 
and we spend the rest of our life working to understand it. 
That is the essence of true religion. 
We have devolved religion into an assortment of opinions— 
which we call “beliefs,” and “doctrines”— 
about the Numen, 
and spend our time arguing among the sects 
about whose collection of opinions are right and whose are wrong. 
The experience of the Numen 
has been supplanted by theories about the Numen. 
Anyone with conviction is an authority, 
and religion is widely avoided by everyone 
who recognizes a sham when they see one.

40.

Start with your favorite religion 
and ask whomever gave it to you 
how they know that what they told you is so is so. 
They will say something like “Everyone knows that it is so.” 
Or, “Everyone who knows knows that it is so— 
and this has always been so.” 

Everyone’s favorite religion goes back 
into the dim regions when The One Who Knew It First Knew It Is So. 
Everyone’s favorite religion— 
and all of the other ones as well— 
was/were made up long ago by someone who said, 
“I tell you, this is so!” 
From that point, every religion is held to be the one true religion 
by those who have verified its validity for themselves 
in their own experience. 

Belief is self-validating. 
Try to talk a schizophrenic out of what they know to be so. 
“Reason cannot uproot what reason did not plant.” 
At some point, 
every religion has to be “taken on faith.” 
It has to be believed to be so i
n order to be so in the experience of those who so believe. 

It is all made up. 
Like the schizophrenic's convictions. 
The internal process of self-verification/validation takes over from there, 
and what we say is so is so because we say so. 
“Never mind what the facts are, we know what the TRUTH is!”
And a mind made up that completely
rarely changes.

Disclosure

I have chosen to photograph things as they are in their natural setting. I do not dig up a waterfall, for instance, drag it into the studio, position it carefully against a muslin backdrop, adjust the lighting and take the picture. I travel to the waterfall and take what nature gives me. Or wait until nature gives me something different, like an overcast sky, or fog. Waiting on fog is a tiresome thing unless you live in Washington state or England. I do not recommend waiting on fog. Waiting on clouds is taxing enough.

In this, I am envious of my studio colleagues with their lights and backdrops, and my artist chums who work with charcoal and oils and watercolors and take a clump of calla lilies and arrange them to their satisfaction before sketching and painting away—or who go into the wilds and paint the dogwood tree without the cars parked at the curb, without even the curb. I’m stuck with hydrangeas or day lilies growing against a whitewashed brick house, gawky and ungainly, waving in the breeze, with bright spots of sunshine in the background and nothing to do but bear it.

It takes a lot of looking to be able to see. So I troop around, looking for hydrangeas or day lilies to my liking. Making do. I don’t, after all, “take what nature gives me.” I find what I’m looking for. I search out pleasing arrangements—but make them as surely as my studio photographer and artist friends make theirs. I make them, not by snipping and placing, but by walking around, looking, waiting. By placing my tripod in unlikely positions and contorting my body into unbreathable twists. By zooming in with the lens, and blurring the background with the aperture, and stopping all movement with shutter speed. I control as much as I can to produce what I want. I look until I see a way of crafting an image I like.

I am very much crafting an image. I am not at all “taking what’s there.” I am taking what I like from what’s there, or using what’s there to create what I like. But, the selection, the cropping, the arrangement, the production, and the outcome are the result of the imposition of my will—my vision—upon the scene. I use the camera to make a picture that is pleasing to me, by how I place the camera amid the flowers, not how I place the flowers in the studio. And then I take it to the computer.

My computer is my darkroom. Ansel Adams said, “Good photographs are made, not taken” (or words to that effect). Adams was a fair enough photographer but he was an absolute master in the darkroom. Every photograph was a production, a creation, as much as a painting by Degas or Picasso. Adams worked hard to get the result he liked. So do I. My studio friends get a result they like. There you are. Different approaches. Satisfying results. Controlling what we can control all the way, because there aren’t many straight-up images—photographs—that are worth viewing. We fiddle with them all. I have a polarizing filter and a warming filter attached to my lens. I don’t take a straight-up photo. Even point and shoot cameras give you what they have been programed to think is a well-exposed image. Even point and shoot cameras make the best image their computer brain is capable of making.

The Fourth Week

Monday

It helps to go without expectation, just being open to what you find when you get there. There is no way to plan for some shots. Maybe the leaves are right, maybe not; maybe the sky is overcast, maybe not. Maybe it’s raining, maybe not… So much has to come together, you’ll make yourself crazy trying to get it all lined up and marching to your tune. We have to see what is there to know what to do about it. We can trust ourselves to figure out what to do in plenty of time to get it done.

Tuesday

There are small seasonal streams in the Smokies that depend on a wet spring for their brief existence, and do a wonderful job with the opportunity to do what all streams do. In their “stream-ness” they are one with all streams, everywhere. They are as “streamy” as it gets, and flow splashing and gurgling along their course, nourishing the mosses and ferns, trees and flowering plants—doing what is theirs to do—with all the passion and dedication of streams that last year-round, and come replete with names, and bridges, and swimming ropes. My hat’s off to these little wonders. They encourage me on when I encounter the Soul Killers: “So what? Who Cares? Why try? What’s the use? What difference will it make?” And they remind me to say, “I’m just going to do what I do best and see where it goes.”

Wednesday

It isn’t hard to find photos in the fall in North or South Carolina. It’s hard finding a place to park and a place to set your tripod. The rural roads have no shoulders and people, urban and rural, are funny about you walking through their yard and standing in their flowerbeds. Their dogs are even funnier. You are limited to public places with parking and no, No Trespassing signs. And you thought it was about having an expensive camera and several lens. We make the same mistake with everyone who comes our way. We look at them and fail to notice all they are dealing with—how the Cyclops in some present-day configuration is body-slamming them just for the fun of it, and laughing. John Watson’s words are worth carrying around, remembering, living out: “Be Kind; Everyone You Meet is Fighting a Hard Battle.”

Thursday

I always miss fall when it’s gone. I love finding photos everywhere, not having to look for them, not having to wait on them—but there is still something to complain about: Not enough camera time. That’s my complaint. Fall doesn’t last nearly long enough. If it only lasted as long as July and August! There should be some compensation for July and August! They last six months apiece. That’s a year total. Fall should last a year. Fall should last long enough that I begin to long for winter. Wish it would snow so I could shovel the driveway. That’s how long I want fall to last.

Something else to be big about—as though we need something else to be big about! We spend all our time granting concessions, making allowances, adjusting our stride to fit the terrain, accommodating, accommodating, accommodating… The turtles and the fishes, the deer and the Great Horned Owls have to do the same thing, but they don’t know they are doing it. It’s just, “Oh, well,” with them. They don’t sit around grousing about it. Not even the Ruffled Grouse grouses. Something’s wrong about that. Something else to grouse about. To be big about. To get over.

Friday

The toughest thing about photography is giving your eye something to see. You can’t take your eye somewhere without going with it. And a quiet day reading by the fire with a cup of coffee is out of the question. You want to do this and you want to do that. That conflicts with this. What are you going to do? Enter the agony! Bear the pain! The only people who live pain free lives immune to agony are dead. They may be upright, intact, 98.6 and breathing, but they have been dead for years past counting and are only waiting for the undertaker to make it official. If you are going to be alive, you have to live with the pain and agony—the reality—of “this” negating “that.” Mutually exclusive wants, wishes, options, choices and desires characterize being alive. You get this by giving up that. You get that by handing over this. Trade-offs are the price of being alive. When you are damned if you do and damned if you don’t, be damned and be done with it! Make a choice! Decide! Get the camera and give your eye something to see. Or sit with the book and read. It’s your life, live it—and bear the pain of your choices!

Saturday

Edward Hicks painted over a hundred versions of “The Peaceable Kingdom” between 1820 and his death in in 1849. That’s having to get it right—having to do it well. This is the primary distinction between the artist in both the practical arts and the fine arts and those who aspire to be artists by doodling around, owning all the props and wearing the costume.

A plumber is as much an artist in what he does as the painter or the poet is in what she does. What makes them all artists is the drive to do it well. My wife has never taken a landscape photograph in her life, but she has landscaped beautifully and well the yards of every house we’ve lived in.

Art is where your gift lies. Everyone is an artist who knows what gift she, he, has been given and lives to serve that gift, to bring it forth and do it well according to his or her own sense of perfection, no matter what the critics say—and the critics there be many whether they get paid to write reviews or snicker about your flowerbed as they walk down the street.

What do you have to do well? Who says when it’s done well? Joseph Campbell said, “If you can do something you love to do without fear of criticism, you will move. You will feel the joy in it. You don’t have to move more than an inch to feel the joy. Remember, the Buddha’s third temptation was duty, doing what people expect you to do. That’s the censorship fear.”

Live your art, express your gift, do your work—and do it well, according to your own sense of completion.

Sunday

The gift is a harsh task master, demanding everything in the service of the gift. And it is the giver of life and being. We serve the wonder that brings us to life, anoints us with life, calls us forth, directs our steps and forms the way we are in the world. It is the invisible source of vitality, joy, enthusiasm and delight. A blessing and a grace. Without it, we would be deader than dead. With it, we leave the dead to bury the dead, and press on, in service to the gift. May it always be so, with us all, forever!

The Third Week

Monday

There are no excuses for missing the photograph. Our job is to get the photograph. Not to be there five minutes late. Not to fumble with the equipment. Not to not-know how to use the camera. Not to forget to check the focus, and the exposure, and the composition. Anybody else can fail in these things—not photographers! We have to be there. We have to be ready. And we have to be competent in what we do.

Tuesday

Photographers see the picture, get the picture. That’s all there is to it. Not everyone can do that. Photographers can. We can depend on photographers to see the picture, get the picture. If you can’t do either of those things reliably, consistently, dependably, but are determined to, that counts. Call yourself a photographer and stick with the regimen. It’s only a matter of time until you see the picture, get the picture—reliably, consistently, dependably. You can already consider yourself a member of the guild. Determination is the price of admission.

Wednesday

It’s a nice foggy day outside, and there is ice on the pond. There are some pictures I will not take. I can get fog in April and August. I don’t have to go for fog in January and February. I know I should be more of a sport about these things, and volunteer to be miserable for the sake of the photo, but. There are lines to be drawn. You wouldn’t stand in traffic to get a photo. I wouldn’t stand in freezing fog.

Thursday

I want to take landscape photographs and write, and that entails traveling to the places I want to photograph, and presenting what I photograph and what I write to an audience, or to audiences. A virtual audience, as in the web or eBooks, will do. And, I want to make enough money to allow me to do those things, which includes buying the equipment required to do it, and affording the physical comfort that enables me to do it without particular hardship (I don’t want to camp out and spend a lot of time being cold, wet and hungry, for example). That’s the core. That’s central. Everything else, wife, home, the children and the grandchildren, movies, and relationships, Christmas and Thanksgiving, and the like, coalesce around the center. My work is to make central what is central. It takes a lot of juggling to stand at the center, to be who we are. It is called “Balancing the contradictions.”

Friday

Even the sun needs help from time to time. A sunset on the Sound would be nicely enhanced if a boat were to come sailing into the picture. So, we wait on a boat, hoping one comes along before the sun disappears. Photography is the fine art of waiting. Waiting on the children to get out of the waterfall. Waiting on a cloud to diffuse the sunlight. Waiting for the wind to diminish. Waiting on the fog to lift or roll in, for the rain to stop, or start. Waiting, waiting. Watching, watching. Some days it pays off nicely, helping us forget the days it doesn’t.

Saturday

The camera opens us up to places and closes us off to them. The blessing is the curse. Looking, seeing, we fail to simply be. We lose the gift of presence, the gift of being there, of being a part of the place, of belonging. We observe, and as observers, we hear, we touch, we taste, we smell, as a function, as an extension, of seeing. We gather, absorb, a sense of the place as an extension of seeing. But, we do not just sit with our backs against a tree and let the people with the cameras and the tripods bounce around from compositional vantage point to compositional vantage point. We do not just pick a spot, and sink into it, closing our eyes, perhaps, and opening ourselves to the wonder of being where we are. The camera is a harsh taskmaster. We have work to do. We are burning daylight. There is no time to waste. The moment waits for no one. We must take advantage of the opportunity. And, in so doing, we lose a different opportunity. If you are going to ride the ride, you have to pay the fare. Which ride is our ride? To what do we say yes, and no?

Sunday

I have a picture taken at Bright Angel Point on the North Rim of the Grand Canyon with my thumb holding my hat shielding the sun from the camera lens in the upper left corner of the picture. That’s what film did for us. Digital gives us an LCD screen and takes the guesswork out of image making. With film we could bracket all we wanted, thinking the thumb is nicely out of the picture, but NOT! A beautiful shot in a classic location lost to a wayward thumb! What do you do? I hold the photo up as a reminder to me and a lesson to others! Be awake! Pay attention! Check the edges! And, love yourselves anyway when you don’t! Sometimes, I can almost see the rest of the photo without being distracted by the thumb.

The Second Week

Monday

Our job, our work, is to trust our own magic—to trust what we do to have its own magic. Take the photograph! Let taking the photograph do its own work, work its own magic. Do your part, do what is yours to do, and disappear. Get out of the way. Trust the magic of doing your part, of doing what is yours to do, and see where it goes. That’s our work. Our work is doing our work and trusting our work to work its own magic in the world.

Tuesday

I’ve said “see where it goes” in the last two paragraphs. I’ll say it again. We are here to see where it goes. To live toward the best we can imagine and see where it goes. To trust our life to have its own innate sense of direction—to know more than we know—and see where it goes. Seeing where it goes is enjoying the ride. It is understanding that we are on an adventure, the likes of which we could never imagine or believe. We don’t know what’s coming, what will happen next, or what we will do about it. This is the wonder of being alive. We don’t know where it’s going. We have to live to see.

Wednesday

Part of the discipline of photography is being in the right place at the right time and doing right by the moment, by the scene, as it presents itself to us then and there. It’s called “getting the picture.” It is not enough to get an approximate picture, or a reasonable facsimile of the picture. Nothing less than The Picture will do. Our status as photographers depends upon the frequency with which we get The Picture. Once in a while will not do. We have to be more determined, committed, persistent and consistent than that.

Thursday

I would never take a photo trip if I listened to my feelings, and I would never take a photo if I didn’t. The word is discernment. I know when my feelings cannot be trusted because I’ve lived with them long enough to begin to understand where they come from. Scaring myself is what I do best. I can terrify myself with all the things that could happen if I leave home to take photos far away. I could talk myself into staying in bed for the rest of my life. Bad things happen to people when they get out of bed. I pulled a muscle once getting out of the recliner. See? We should never leave the recliner. And, those are the feelings we have to over-ride in order to get up and do what needs to be done–what needs us to do it. In order to know what that is, we have to listen to another type of feelings. We feel our way into knowing something that we don’t understand, into serving something we can’t comprehend. And, find ourselves doing what is supposed to be done.

Friday

We cannot just buy a camera and be a photographer. To be a photographer, we have to take pictures, consistently, dependably, reliably, whether we are in the mood for it or not. To be a photographer, we have to belong to the camera, we have to be owned by the light, we have no life of our own. Our life becomes photography. If you want to be a photographer, that’s one thing. If you want to own a camera for those occasions when you want to take a picture, that’s another. If you want to do anything well, it has to be your life.

Saturday

Photography is not an after-thought, an aside, something we do in addition to something else we do, like taking a trip, or having a picnic, or going with the kids to the park. We don’t bring the camera along “just in case.” Photography is an attitude, a mind-set, a way of life. We live to take photographs. Everything else is the aside.

Sunday

Our holy obligation—the categorical imperative for photographers—is to be there when the photograph is there. Which means being there long enough before the photograph is there to be ready for the photograph when it arrives. We are photographers in waiting. We wait for everything, through it all, the sun, the moon, the wind, the rain, and the tourists to get out of the way.

The First Week

Monday

Looking for photographs is the most soothing pursuit of my soul. I’m just looking. At this point, I’m not trying to arrange, prevent, manipulate, control, produce—that will come later when I have narrowed my search to this clump of crocuses and have to remove the dead leaf and the stick, and block the sunlight with my shadow. During the looking stage, I’m not struggling, wrestling, or grasping. I’m simply lost in the wonder of wondering, of looking, of being present to what is present with me, and no will to exert, only the capacity to reject or receive, and the thrill of being able to create a photograph out of the elements present in a particular scene. Photography is an escape that grounds me in the present experience of living, and opens me to the beauty of life and the joy of being alive.

Tuesday

I troll for photographs the way trawlers troll for Haddock. I wander through scenes with the nets out, hoping for a haul. I stalk photographs the way lions stalk antelope. I hope for photographs the way Peonies hope for the rain. This is my life. It is what I do. I can’t be nonchalant about it, lazy, indifferent. I can’t wait for the mood to strike me, for the weather to be right, for breakfast to be served.

Wednesday

The pictures are out there, but it takes some doing to find them. Even the pictures you just walk up on take some doing. You have to go out of your way to be where the pictures are, and remember to take a camera along. Finding pictures is work. Work that is difficult to defend, justify, explain, excuse, or understand–given the little that comes from it, even if you get a picture. Even if you get a really good picture. A big part of the work is doing it anyway, going out of your way and then getting out of the way. Remembering to get out of the way is hardest part. There is nothing easy about any of it.

Thursday

Photography is as much about deciding where you are going to be, and when you are going to be there, as it is about taking the photograph once you arrive. You can’t just show up somewhere whenever you feel like it and find a photograph. You have to be on the prowl for photographs like a cat after Robins. You have to think things through, plan it out, take all the variables into account, and hope that something will be there when you are. Then, of course, there are all those photographs you walk up on—the ones you stumble over—the ones that drop on you, like a piano, out of the sky. But, even those require some degree of planning. You have the camera with you, after all. You may be trolling for photos, not stalking them, but you are still trolling. You are still hoping one comes along, however deeply buried the hope may be. We’re always hoping one is waiting for us.

Friday

Speaking of waiting, sometimes, we have to wait it out. I waited two years for a photo of Price Lake at sunset to “develop” in the world of “normal, apparent, reality.” I knew it would be there eventually, when the clouds were in place and the wind wasn’t blowing. It’s only a matter of time, you know. All it takes is time. All in good time. Everything in its own time. Time will tell. So, if you don’t see it now, but know that under the right conditions you will see it, then wait, and watch. Eventually, if you are lucky, you’ll get the picture. Or, get the opportunity. While we wait, we can practice the skills required to take advantage of the opportunity when it rolls around. Photography is a wonderful exercise in seeing—what’s there, and what will be there—and a delightful way of sharing what is seen.

Saturday

I know a woman whose life—at this point in her life—is feeding birds. Who am I to tell her that she is wasting her time? I am here to tell you that my life is walking through the world taking photographs. Who are you to tell me that I should be serving meals at the soup kitchen and befriending the poor? My idea of what your life should be is very likely to have little to do with what your life should be. What should your life be? Who is to say? You are! But, don’t just make something up! Don’t just say anything! Be right about it! that’s the search for the Holy Grail! Being right about the life that is our life to live, and living it!

Sunday

Luck is strictly a matter of perspective. An event is propitious or malevolent depending on our point of view. What it is, is the coincidental confluence of circumstances. What it means is what we say it means in light of our purposes, desires, intentions and experience. If we didn’t have purposes, desires, intentions, or experience, we would never be lucky or unlucky. Whatever came our way would be just what came our way. What does a stature care about pigeons, or a flat rock about cows? So, luck is what we make it out to be. If we like what happens, we are lucky. If we don’t like it, we are unlucky.

Arnold Palmer, Gary Player, Ben Hogan, Samuel Goldwyn, and, well, the list is long, are all credited with saying “The more I practice (Or, The harder I work), the luckier I get.” Whomever said it first, the point is well taken. We can increase our chances of being published if we actually write something. The more we write, the better our chances, particularly if our writing improves with practice. The same thing can be said for selling photographs. We have a better chance of selling them if we take them. If we want to be hit by a train, it helps to stand on the tracks.

There is an idea afoot that doors open to those who are persistent, patient and prepared. It is generally voiced in a way which suggests that the open doors are a reward for persistence, patience, and preparation, as though something is directing the doors to open, and if we “pay your dues,” we will be accorded the splendor of success, the rapture of prosperity, and the satisfaction of having it made—with “invisible hands” helping us on our way.

Well. We increase our chances of catching fish by going fishing, by baiting the hook, and by fishing in places where fish live. That doesn’t mean “invisible hands” are putting fish on our stringer. If we keep doing what success requires, we are apt to be more or less successful over time. And, if we keep it up, we are apt to lose, more or less, everything we worked for. But, no one will say “invisible hands” caused the market to crash or our job to disappear. However, nothing is as fickle as those “invisible hands.” We can make ourselves quite crazy trying to arrange our life so as to receive the blessings those hands dispense—and avoid the curses they bestow.

I say, take your chances. Stop trying to develop a system for beating the house. Take what comes, do what you can with it, and don’t worry about amassing a fortune and having it made. What are you going to do with a fortune that you can’t begin to do right now? How “made” do you have to have it before you can start enjoying your life? Stop trying to please “invisible hands,” and do more of what you like to do and less of what you don’t like to do, and see where it goes.

Start living right now. What do you think life is about if not being alive? What do you need to be fully, vibrantly, joyfully alive? Upon what does your life depend? What is standing between you and being alive? What is assisting, encouraging, enabling your participation in, and experience of, your own life? We have one life to live. How long are we going to wait to get started?

The Land of the Critters

Once upon a time, in the long ago and far away, there was a land where the Critters lived. There were blue Critters, and red Critters. There were orange Critters and purple Critters. There were pink, green, and yellow Critters; pink-and-green Critters; green-and-yellow Critters; plaid Critters; pale Critters; striped, and splotched, and dotted Critters…

There were Critters of every hue, tint, and tone. And the assortment of colored Critters made for quite a view as they walked about and mingled and mixed—and in the jumble of Critters one thing would always be quite clear: no Critter ever looked like any of the other Critters. Except, of course, for one thing.

All of the Critters in the Land of the Critters were exactly, absolutely, unquestionably, precisely the same-sized Critters! The blue Critters and the red Critters; the orange Critters and the purple Critters; the pink, green, and yellow Critters; the pink-and-green Critters; the green-and-yellow Critters; the plaid Critters; the pale Critters; the striped, and splotched, and dotted Critters were all exquisitely, perfectly, identically shaped Critters.

It had always been that way in the Land of the Critters, and all of the Critters there loved it. In fact, it was a great source of pride for them. So much so, that they would gather in large crowds during certain times of the year to laugh and joke about the neighboring varmints and creatures (who were of every size and shape imaginable), and to congratulate themselves for being so exceptionally uniform in every way.

Their harmonious height and breadth was the subject of song and fable. It was said to be the source of all that was good and noble. It, supposedly, gave them superior physical ability and out-right personal charm; it (or so it was claimed) increased their intellectual powers far beyond those of anyone else in the known universe. It (they said) made them better poets, philosophers, farmers, and plumbers. It was thought to give them every advantage, as well as an over-all excellence in all things.

Thus, the neighboring varmints and creatures crept woefully about; and, trying to hide their obvious defections, stayed mostly in the deep shadows and dark places. They would cringe in shame when spotted by a Critter; and the Critter’s laughter would follow them as they hustled into hiding.

All of this, as you may have guessed, made things a lot of fun for the Critters, and not fun at all for the varmints and creatures. But one day, something happened to turn things around. It was unheard of in the annals of Critterdom. A Critter was born without the proper dimensions!

His parents, and grandparents, and brothers, and sisters, and everyone else as well were stunned. They were horrified that such a thing could happen to them. And, of course, they did all they possibly could to correct the situation.

They consulted physicians, and lawyers, and specialists in every field. They checked reference books and almanacs; talked to the wise ones of the Land; called in the wizards and the magicians. Nothing worked. They invoked the names of famous kings and queens; prayed the prayers; drank the potions; and repented of uncommitted sins. Nothing still worked. The Little Critter, as he was called, would not grow.

In all of this, the mood of the Critters changed from embarrassed silence, to whispered chagrin, to out-spoken condemnation, to violent outrage. NOTHING like THIS had EVER happened! NOTHING like THIS was SUPPOSED TO happen! It was an insult to them all! And they all insisted that something must be done.

After discussing the matter for a long time, it was decided that there was only one course to take—if they couldn’t make it un-happen, at least they could treat it as though it had never happened! And that’s exactly what they did. As soon as the Little Critter was old enough to take care of himself, everyone treated him as though he did not exist.

Of course, he existed for the varmints and creatures. They took great delight in the Little Critter, and would dash out from their hiding places at every opportunity to laugh and howl at him, and make him pay for all their years of misery at the hands of the rest of the Critters.

The outcome of all this was that the Little Critter didn’t have a friend in the world. He spent most of his time walking along the seashore, looking for shells, and throwing an occasional piece of driftwood into the water.

While the Little Critter was occupied with living out his life in this fashion, it happened again. In a manner of speaking. But, in a way, this time it was more unsettling than the first. It certainly had a far greater impact!

The story circulated out of the hills, across the farmlands, into the villages and hamlets, and through the streets of all the towns and cities until it was heard with terror by all of the Critters of the Land. One of their own kind, mind you, WOULDN’T STOP GROWING!!!

They tried everything all over again. Every remedy; and chant; and spell that anyone could remember, or imagine, or invent, was poured, uttered, and cast. Without effect. The Big Critter kept right on getting bigger.

Now, the nice thing about a too-little Critter is that you can ignore him, over-look him, pretend that he’s not around. You can walk right past him and go on with whatever business you are about. But what do you do with a much-too-large Critter? How do you ignore a huge, gigantic, tremendously-bigger-than-anything-you-have-ever-seen Critter? There is only one thing to do about a Critter fitting that description. You H-I-D-E!!!

And that’s just what all the Critters did. They HID! Quivering and shaking, behind the trees and rocks, in holes, and caves, and cellars, under beds, and blankets, and tables. Whenever the Big Critter came near (and you could always tell when he was near because the earth shook with every step he took) everyone would zip into hiding and stay there until long after he had gone.

The varmints and the creatures took special pleasure in seeing the Critters run for cover. To be sure, they continued to hide themselves—because the Big Critter was a terrifying sight to behold. But in the dim light of their hiding places they would grin at one another and enjoy the turn of events which placed them on an equal level with all the other Critters.

Since everyone had plenty of warning before his arrival, and since everyone hid upon his approach, the Big Critter never saw anyone. He thought he was all alone in the world—and spent his time wandering through the countryside, being lonely.

One day his wanderings took him to the seashore. As usual, everyone was watching for him and ran to hide when they felt his approach. As the Big Critter stood looking out to sea, he happened to glance down the beach and saw something moving. He could barely believe his eyes. He couldn’t remember ever seeing anything like it before.

It was, of course, the Little Critter. Since everyone ignored him, no one had mentioned the Big Critter to him. And since no one ever talked to him anyway, he didn’t stop to wonder where everybody was. He just ambled along the beach, head down, watching the sand, and the stones, and the water. Suddenly it got dark.

“That’s strange,” thought the Little Critter. “It was quite bright only a second ago.”

He looked around. Then he looked up. And up, and up, and up. All the way up to the top of the biggest Critter he had ever seen. He was so huge that he completely blocked out the sun. The Little Critter was amazed.

So was the Big Critter. He had never seen ANY Critter before, big OR little. Both Critters stood very still, soaking up the moment, looking at each other. All of the Critters in hiding looked too; and held their breath. The varmints and the creatures peeped cautiously out from their safe places. Everyone was watching, and waiting for the inevitable end of the Little Critter.

Suddenly the Big Critter sat down with a thud that shook the entire region, hit his head with the heel of his right hand, and said, “Wow! I thought I was all alone in this place!”

The Little Critter could not believe his ears. Here was a word! A true word—spoken directly to him! Without thinking, the Little Critter threw himself into the arms of the Big Critter, and, as if on cue, they both said, “At last! A friend!”

And they began to do what friends do at the beach. They built sand castles, and splashed in the water, and laughed a lot. The other Critters (and the varmints and the creatures) shifted around to get a better view, and, stretching and straining to catch every word, every move, they gradually left their hiding places. Soon everyone was standing, or sitting, right out in the open, watching.

When the Little Critter saw the crowd, he stood tall (he did seem larger, somehow), looked them all in the eye, and said, “Come meet my new friend!”

They came slowly at first, but with increasing speed they all gathered around the two wrong-sized Critters. And before anyone knew it, they were all laughing in the sun, playing in the sand, and competing with one another for the attention of the Big and Little Critter. Varmints, and creatures, and Critters all together, saying things like: “Gosh, you’re brave!” and, “Weren’t you scared?” and, “My goodness, you’re tall!” and, “Can I ride on your shoulders?”

Needless to say, the celebration lasted far into the night. And the next morning was the beginning of a brand new day in the Land of the Critters, a brand new day indeed.

The Dome

The Domes were built by the survivors of the Great War to enable the continuation of life on earth. They were large, air-tight, multi-level structures in which every square inch of space was utilized in the effort to support life. They were coated on the inside with a special sun-absorbent paint which made the domes extremely energy-efficient, but which also blocked out any sense of the outside world.

The Dome Dwellers had no regrets about that. The outside world was a place of horror, and it carried unimaginable threats to their existence. It represented far more than death to them, and they were quite willing to relinquish all reminders of their former life.

They adapted to life together in their Dome World. Protected from the dangerous levels of radioactivity on the outside, and surrounded by a safe and well-controlled atmosphere on the inside, they went about the business of surviving. The atmosphere was very well controlled.

Computers constantly monitored every facet of life in the domes. A highly trained cadre of Dome Guardians constantly monitored the computers, and quickly reacted to any difficulty reported on the screens.

This kind of stringent supervision was necessitated by the fact that life in the domes was a very delicately balanced affair—the slightest disruption could spell doom for everyone. All of the people had to carefully carry out their assigned tasks, and remain in their places, and obey the proclamations of the Guardians. They all understood the importance of doing what was expected of them.

After a few generations in this kind of environment, the people in the domes developed a very mechanistic mindset. They forgot about everything but the requirements of life in the domes. They went through the paces of living without ever lifting their eyes to see where they were going. They never wondered about anything; they never questioned the authority of the Guardians; they never complained or rejoiced. They simply survived, and gave their life to the maintenance of the domes which enabled their survival.

At least, almost everybody did. In one of the domes there was a girl who was different. Daphie White was driven by a strange compulsion to know things. It didn’t matter what. Anything. Everything.

Of course, it didn’t take her long to learn that questions were strictly forbidden in the domes, so she took her curiosity underground. She listened very closely to what was said, and left unsaid, about her.

And too, there was something in her background that nagged Daphie without end. Once, when her grandmother was still alive, Daphie had asked her about her name.

“What kind of name is ‘Daphie,’ Granny? Where did it come from?”

Daphie still remembered the distant look that came to her grandmother’s eyes, and the far-away, haunting sound to her voice when she replied, “I don’t know, child. Perhaps it came from the daffodils which covered the green hills before the War.”

The questions had poured from Daphie. “What are daffodils? What are green hills? What was it like before the War?” But she got nowhere. Granny quickly changed the subject and nothing more was said.

As she grew up, Daphie did her best to find out about daffodils, and green hills, and life on the planet before the War, but the information center in the dome had very little to offer in the matter. The androids which were responsible for her education were no help either, and the humans she consulted were either totally ignorant or too busy to be bothered. It was as though life before the domes had never existed. So, her questions remained unanswered in the backrooms of her mind.

But there were plenty of other questions in the front rooms. How many levels were there in the dome? Why didn’t people on one level ever mingle with the people on the other levels? Why did no one ever travel between the domes? Daphie was determined to get some answers.

And she began exploring her world. She would walk unnoticed behind the maintenance androids into the central shafts and follow them through the various levels of the dome. In that way she discovered the Computer Center, and watched the Guardians from behind a small air duct. She found the hydro-gardens, the solar generators, and the incinerator.

One day she decided to follow the shaft into the lowest level. She stepped out of the shaft and probed about in the semi-darkness for some sort of clue to the existence of it all. She found more than a clue.

She came up against a structure that was unlike anything she had ever encountered. It seemed to be a wall of some kind, but it was different from any of the other walls in her world. It had been covered with paint was very old, and had chipped and cracked in places.

Daphie got down on her hands and knees and scraped a large piece of paint. As she did, a strange kind of light shone through the opening. Her heart was racing with a mixture of fear and expectation as she leaned down to peer through the hole.

She was amazed and confounded at what she saw. She couldn’t make sense of any of it. She had never seen anything like it. Everything was so bright it hurt her eyes, and she had to squint through blurring tears. She was trying to bring it all into focus when she was yanked to her feet and whirled around.

“What are you doing here?” It was a Guardian.

The shock of her capture kept Daphie from making a sound. “Speak up!” demanded the Guardian. “Why are you on this level?”

Daphie shrugged and said nothing. “Very well, then,” said the Guardian, “come with me.”

“Wait!” said Daphie, “what is this?” She pointed to the wall.

“That is nothing that concerns you,” said the Guardian, pulling her away.

“No!” shouted Daphie, struggling in his grip. “It is too something that concerns me, and there is something on the other side—I saw it!”

“You’re wrong,” said the Guardian. “You saw nothing. There is nothing there.”

“There IS SO something there!” Daphie protested. “Look for yourself if you don’t believe me!”

The Guardian looked over his shoulder at the bright spot of light on the floor. Then he looked at Daphie. “I don’t see anything,” he said.

The Guardian forced Daphie with him to a room near the Computer Center where other Guardians sat in attendance. When they entered, one of the seated Guardians stood and spoke. “You are Daphie White,” he said. “We have had our eye on you for some time. You are getting to be a problem, and there is no room for problems here.”

“I haven’t done anything,” said Daphie. “You have no right to treat me like this.”

“You have done much, Daphie White,” said the Guardian. “Just now, you were caught at the base of the Dome. You were not on your level. This is a serious offense.”

“What are you afraid of?” asked Daphie. “What are you hiding? What do you want to keep me from finding out?”

“We must protect the Dome,” said the Guardian. “It is our task.” Then he asked, “What did you see?”

“I don’t know,” said Daphie. “It was too bright. But I saw something. I saw something outside the Dome.”

“No,” said the Guardian. “You are wrong. There is nothing outside the Dome. There is nothing besides the Dome. The Dome is all there is. The Dome is everything. We live in the Dome, and care for the Dome, and the Dome cares for us. The Dome gives us life and protects us throughout our lives. We serve the Dome and the Dome serves us. That is how it is and how it must always be.”

“That’s not right!” shouted Daphie. “There is something else! I saw it! I know!”

“There is nothing else,” said the Guardian. “There is nothing beyond the Dome. In the Dome there is life, apart from the Dome there is only death. And it is heresy to suggest otherwise.”

“But I know what I saw!” Daphie insisted. “Come with me and I will show you!”

“There is nothing to see,” said the Guardian. “And you must forget what you think you saw. The security of the Dome depends upon your being silent.”

“I will not forget,” said Daphie, “and I will not be silent!”

“Then we have no choice,” said the Guardian. And, before she could move, Daphie was securely pinned between two Guardians and injected with a drug that produced instantaneous unconsciousness. She was carried to an ejection chute which carried her through the various levels and deposited her through an air lock on the outside of the Dome.

“That’s too bad,” said on of the Guardians as they walked away from the chute, “do you think her parents will be much of a problem.”

“No,” came the reply, “They are good Dwellers. They will understand. Her poison could have infected the entire Dome, and the Dome must be served.”

“Yes,” said the first Guardian. “The Dome demands that those like her die for the sake of the Dome.”

Outside, Daphie slowly regained consciousness with the help of a damp cloth applied to her face. She opened her eyes, but quickly closed them and covered them with her hands.

“Don’t worry,” said a soft voice. “You’ll get used to sunlight soon.”

Then, other hands helped Daphie to her feet and led her through waving daffodils to the village in the green valley below.