Waiting is a separation of the now moment. Compassion helps us befriend both our joyful and difficult experiences of waiting and gives us a tool to come back home to the present.
by sarahcledwyn
I am reeling with delighted depth. I had coffee with God recently. The beloved was dressed up in the skin of a regular human being, but my goodness was it beautiful. I am not sure why, but with some people it is just so obvious that the Divine is peeking […]
by sarahcledwyn
This Sunday was the story of the Buddha and the Mustard Seed. In this story a mother brings her sick child to the Buddha to be healed, but the child is not sick, it has died. The Buddha tells the mother he can make a special medicine if she can […]
The last few weeks in spirit play we have been playing with the idea of family (if you haven’t brought in your family photo yet, there’s still one more week). What makes a family? How are families the same and different than each other. How is church a family of […]
by sarahcledwyn
It’s a new year. I have been happily anticipating moving from the storyteller role into the door teacher role. Thankfully another teacher really wanted to tell the story consistently throughout the spring. And so when I showed up to class two weeks ago and again last week to absence, I […]
We had many joys in our class on Sunday and only 3 sorrows. The scale was tipped and weighed down with joy stones, but two of the three sorrows were about death. One a fish, one Grey Papa. This week in Spirit Play, we listened to the story of The […]
by sarahcledwyn
This Sunday we gathered to tell the story of the Unitarian Universalist ritual to celebrate and welcome babies into our community. It was also the first Sunday that I got to try on the door teacher role. You have to know that I have been longing to sit at the […]
I have been waking up. I am waking up. Sometimes the dreams carried inside fade out and then re-emerge. The dreams are like everything else, they hang out in the soul. They are not lost. They have been planted and are waiting for the right conditions to open, to sprout, […]
by sarahcledwyn
Last week in our Spirit Play class we told the story of the Good Samaritan. I love this version of our story as the end is a reflection about who was a good neighbor. The character of the traveler is shown. “Who was the neighbor to this one?” We don’t […]
by sarahcledwyn
It was a family Sunday last week and the sanctuary at 9am was full of families. My children were off for the weekend camping with their Dad and as I made my way to worship, a parent asked if I would accompany their child to worship so they could go […]
I live the depth of my life in two layered worlds. I have been deeply formed by the Christian message and the life of Jesus. My life has been dedicated to my conscious and active choice to model my living after this great sage. It is also true that I have journeyed […]
by sarahcledwyn
This week’s reflection starts long before the classroom. I woke up Sunday morning and started my morning meditation. When it was time to wake up my children, I called to them through the door to their room so I wouldn’t have to open it and disturb the blanket fort they […]
Last Sunday I got to tell a story about listening. The gist of the story was that Love/Truth/God is something that is always available to us if we stop and notice and listen. We experience this in the depth of our hearts, in relationship with others, through the gifts of […]
What is rising in you? What calls for your attention? How is the Summoner happening in you?
by sarahcledwyn
Our religious education year has begun. My spiritual practice this semester in teaching is to join the Jr. High youth to explore UU Identity and History. I can tell already that I am in for a great deal of learning. Already I have been entering the year with a bit […]
It’s been quite a fall. I moved in August, and due to work and scheduling I have already missed Spirit Play twice. I have missed writing this reflection a few more times than twice. And so I sit today wondering about the intersection of responsibility and grace. We begin again. […]
by sarahcledwyn
The year has begun and as we move into the pace of fall, we re-gather our community of practitioners in Spirit Play. Our first story was an introduction to the classroom. “Let’s pretend that we are the story and let’s hear about the gifts our church has given us”. In […]
This Sunday I was on edge. It maybe started even before I began my day. The service left me in tears several times. It was just that kind of day. Janne preached about praying for each other, to be really for each other, not just with each other. It made […]
by sarahcledwyn
This week we gathered to learn the real story of St. Nicholas. My favorite line in the story is, “Nicholas was loved for one reason. He loved. He loved God and God’s people so much that he would do anything for them”. Nicholas was known and remembered for his great […]
This Sunday in Spirit Play we told the story of Many Paths to the Mountain. It is a story about 5 travelers who are all traveling to the mountain, but are each convinced that their way is the only best way. When they all reach the top, they celebrate and […]
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Why waiting with compassion is a powerful spiritual practice
by sarahcledwyn|Published
When you read the writings of mystics from any tradition, one thing you notice is their different perception of time. The now moment- this precise and ever opening point of time- is a flow of change and movement. Here in this moment, things are happening the way they are happening. We are happening however we are happening. When I am absorbed in this very moment, all is well.
Waiting, seen from this point, is a tear or a fracture in the now moment as we anticipate a time that has not yet blossomed into the now. This separation is a fertile place to explore our inner state; to notice what we project out onto the not yet. We experience many things in this sense of separated time. It is possible to experience a heightened sense of tension, anxiety, or dread. It is also possible to experience an intensified sense creativity, pleasure, and joy. When we come completely back in the now moment, the sense of waiting either in fear or delight fades into the happening as it goes and moves. Whatever we are waiting for that is still not here dissolves from our awareness.
When we find ourselves waiting then, this is a flag and a clue to us. This is the perfect time to bring awareness and choice to how we wait. Compassion is an all purpose technique we can use to befriend both the joyful and difficult experiences we have while waiting; and can bring us back home to the now that is always present.
Join me December 1st, 2019- yes, this coming Sunday for a 25 day online retreat to explore the practice of waiting with compassion. Sign up here or visit my website for more information.
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Dearly Beloved Always
by sarahcledwyn|Published
I am reeling with delighted depth.
I had coffee with God recently. The beloved was dressed up in the skin of a regular human being, but my goodness was it beautiful. I am not sure why, but with some people it is just so obvious that the Divine is peeking out of them in all kinds of ways, winking, receiving and saturated with suchness. When I am especially dizzy with kisses from the Universe, I have no trouble seeing it in everything, that luminescent glow of aliveness. Did I say how beautiful, how gorgeously stunning it is to see people, living things, everything like that?
I was recently at a retreat with Adyashanti and he was talking about the concept of already and not yet. He said the mystics and masters can all see that we are in full belonging with the Universe at all times, that our awakening and our worth are done deals, are already in their fullness. He spoke about the common feeling we have that in our experience we still feel like we are separate, seeking and on some journey with a destination that is somehow other than where we are in this moment. How can these both be true? Being and becoming. He used a lovely metaphor of a baby as a fully human being that is doing a lot of becoming in its lifetime. This is one of those life paradoxes; the infinite stillness at the heart of everything that is also constantly changing at the same time.
When you encounter God, it alters your vision. Being meeting Being sparks becoming in all directions. Suddenly the separation is temporarily dissolved, the seeking is stilled and the journey is an expansive now with no words. I can’t hold on to it, but can I dance it through my body? I can’t stop life from moving along or stop myself returning to old familiar patterns, but can I decorate and embellish my way of being, allow myself to be altered; to become an alter?
I had dinner with God once in San Diego. I swear I could see the whole universe twinkling in the eyes of the beloved sitting across from me. What a relief to spot that Life again so plainly, so deeply. I could remember everything I’ve ever known about love in the arms of the Divine. I forget so easily.
So today I am remembering my belonging and the gift of the whole Universe showing up as a regular person. I am remembering that no matter where I am Love is already a done deal. I am remembering that any fear I have, any pain I feel, any story of separation that is moving through me is only a perceptual issue. I call upon compassion for myself to be limited in vision and remember that once in a while I get to experience a more expansive view that shows me what’s real.
This is the essence of the burning bush– the luminescent aliveness living in me, in you, in all beings. Can you see it? Have you caught a glimpse? Can we remember it, evoke it, create it? It is being becoming. It is what happens when we sit together and open to and express the love we are, the love we want, the Love that is at the heart of Life. Yes. Let’s open to this!
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This Sunday was the story of the Buddha and the Mustard Seed. In this story a mother brings her sick child to the Buddha to be healed, but the child is not sick, it has died. The Buddha tells the mother he can make a special medicine if she can find a rare ingredient, which is a mustard seed from a house where no one has been sad or experienced loss. She cannot find one in the end, but finds she is not alone. What she has discovered in her searching are companions, compassion and community. It has perhaps expanded the limitation of her vision into something more broad and more connected.
In worship, we heard more on the theme of sacrifice and I was moved by the Worship Associate’s sharing of a story in which he and several friends sang together at the memorial service of another of their companions. He said that during the service they were all sad, weeping, upset. When it came time to sing however, they regained their composure in service to the music, to the healing presence of the hymn they sang, to their voices joined together, their breath joined as one. They became something larger than themselves for a bit in service to the family and to the memory of their friend.
During class, one of the children surprised me by saying if she were in the story, she would be the child. As I wondered with her, surprised, I asked why she would be the child and she said that she wanted to be dead. This surprised me even more and I asked her to say more. “If I was dead”, she said, “Then I wouldn’t have to get up and do so many things in the morning”. Then came the laughter from all of us and several more children wishing they could get out of unpleasant activities by being dead.
This exchange has stuck with me this week. In this child’s mind maybe death was understood as a more peaceful or desirable option than getting out the door in the morning and I admit that when I have been in the midst of great difficulty and discomfort myself, I have wished for some kind of way to get out of it. I haven’t wished for death per se, but knowing the answer I am waiting for to get me out of ambiguity has been a deep desire, or the frustration at having to rest yet again because I’m ill and simply want to be out of my bed and operating with agency and purpose. Sometimes I try to rush ahead to that space of knowing or the illusion of health by ignoring or pushing away reality as it is. This is never good as it simply contributes to assumptions and misunderstandings and then shame about not thinking things out carefully enough or prolonged illness as I push through the signals my body is sending.
For this child, I wonder what she feels as her sleep is interrupted in the morning. What is it like for her to have to get clothes on right now, or keep eating or hurry and get her shoes so we won’t be late. I wonder what the morning would look like if she could go with her own body’s wisdom and her own timeline. What would it look like for her to wake up and discover in some way that being in this discomfort is a place for compassion and community, that she is not alone.
I wonder what the morning would look like if I as a parent could do a better job of setting aside my anxiety of “being late” and missing the bus in order to be a bit more present and a bit more compassionate. Not only to my children who all too often hear me remind them several times in a morning to pack their bags, eat their breakfast, get their shoes on so that we can be out the door on time, but to myself. What will happen, after all, if we are late or if we miss the bus? I am very fortunate to not be on a tight morning schedule and yet, I still hurry us along. What would it look like to be really with myself and with my kids as we move through the morning, while still aiming to have them on the bus to school when it comes? How do I want to be even in the midst of timelines and demands? And what does this look like at church where I want to model love and belonging. Is it more ok to be compassionate in my preparation if I’m coming to church? Can I trust that however I show up, I’m not alone, I’m in community?
I can say that some of my deepest feelings of belonging at church have come when I have arrived late with my child yelling about how he doesn’t want to go and church is useless. I have chosen to escort him in as he resists, doing my best to comfort myself in my embarrassment and in my struggling attempts to be present and compassionate with him in his protests. I have not been met with judgement, but with knowing looks, with compassion and with encouragement because we’ve been there, and we’re trying, and sometimes it’s really hard for everyone’s needs to be met. In those moments where there is no pretending everything is ok, the sense of being enfolded in community is palpable, vulnerable and almost overwhelmingly intimate. I am trying to come to the place where I can experience that sense of community and open myself up regularly without the level of crisis that usually prompts it to happen unbidden. I continue to practice church. How am I present with compassion for myself and others? How do I lend myself to the larger sense that none of us are alone, in our joy or our discomfort? How do I create this beloved community with you and in the world so my vision is more broad and more connected?
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My adopted family
by sarahcledwyn|Published
The last few weeks in spirit play we have been playing with the idea of family (if you haven’t brought in your family photo yet, there’s still one more week). What makes a family? How are families the same and different than each other. How is church a family of families?
This week’s lesson focused on adoption. We read a story about a boy and his adopted family as they expected to adopt a new baby into the family. The kids were antsy and eager to move and play. I was the door teacher and eager to sit and be still and sink into witnessing our classroom. It was a good day of interaction with children, a visiting family and lots of energy and laughter. I had come from the service where Rob had talked about sin and Christian rituals re-imagined and used powerfully with Unitarians. We also sang, “Sometimes I feel like a Motherless Child” which moved around in me and stirred things up.
Unity is my adopted church. I was raised Lutheran and am grateful for the community in which I grew and learned. It was also a place that did not seem to nourish my desire to seek a deep relationship with the Holy. I was thrilled to study religion in college and wrestle with all that I had been given. For a long time I found no nourishment in Christian spaces and when I desired to be a part of a worshiping community, I first adopted the Quakers and then I adopted you. It has been a joy to be among fellow seekers where the path to our own answers is honored and informed by the gathered community.
These past few years have brought an unexpected twist to that journey. To use the metaphor, my birth parents found me and we have been re-establishing a relationship. Suddenly what I had felt lost feels profoundly found. My original belonging to Jesus has been transformed and is meeting me now, exactly as and where I am. Sometimes, though, it does feel like I live in two worlds a belonging both to my birth family and my adopted family. Both in Christian and Unitarian spaces I can feel like a motherless child.
This is one of the reasons I show up each Sunday to be with your children. I want them to feel that our community is their home, that they are loved here. I want them to know by the attentiveness of their teachers that someone other than their parents see and love them. That we are all family. I want our belonging to each other to help us feel less alone and more willing to explore in the safety of our church home.
I have adopted Unity because it offers me the possibility of belonging to something honest, true and resonant for me. I adopt Unity because I want to offer that belonging to others in our community. I want our home to be hospitable and mutually inviting. If you have come from some other place, why have you adopted this community? If Unity is your birth family, why do you choose to stay? Our freedom to come and go creates an authenticity in our community that I haven’t experienced in other congregations.
I believe our freedom in the classroom to sit where is comfortable, to pass if we need to, to play alone or with friends, creates a different version of authenticity that helps our children practice their choice making and gives them skills that all seeker’s need: a sense of play and safety, a sense of courage and risk taking, the ability to try on new things, the practice of allowing for difference and the honoring of difference.
My hope for us is that we journey together in our exploration, that we adopt each other and care for each other in turn, that we follow our hearts desire and reach out to each other for support. I hope that if and when we feel like a motherless child, that all our adopted family are there to welcome us home.
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Show up Flexible
by sarahcledwyn|Published
It’s a new year. I have been happily anticipating moving from the storyteller role into the door teacher role. Thankfully another teacher really wanted to tell the story consistently throughout the spring. And so when I showed up to class two weeks ago and again last week to absence, I found myself looking at my own expectations. This is a big part of my journey in Spirit Play and shows up in many different ways. It’s that moment when you show up with one idea and then something totally different happens.
And so I came to class having not prepared to tell the story and then needed to decide how to meet the moment. Since I taught the story role all last year, I knew the stories, or at least their basic outlines and after a quick consultation with my fellow teachers, I assumed the storyteller role. I can imagine another time where this quick change would have un-centered me and where I would have been disappointed. I can hear the old script in my head creating unhappiness because I wanted something different to happen. Things didn’t go my way. But, they did go a way and gratefully, I was able to go the way that the moment was going. This is that moment of “yes” that improv is famous for. The rule is to say yes to whatever story line is presented to you and continue on. This is a spiritual principle too. To accept the present moment as it is allows one a certain peace and freedom.
This aspect of flow or allowing the fullness of the moment is also an aspect of delightful play. How many times have we heard our children build a story by saying yes to each other and, of course, heard tears and protests when the action of play is stopped by a no. How wonderful to be in that opening and surprising place of being able to say yes. I have a friend who works in a middle school. There are many times where she needs to say no in her work. Instead of no, she is trying to say, “yes, and….”. She says that this sometimes works beautifully, calling both parties into a creative process rather than a power struggle.
In our spirit play class, we try to wonder in the spirit of yes. We try to gently call each other into respectful speech and action by finding the yes in the situation we’re in. We try to say yes when we show up to what we don’t expect. We try to find some kind of yes so that we can fully experience what is unfolding and don’t get stuck seeing everything through a lens of disappointment or resistance. Where do you find yourself in a space of yes? When you want to say no, is there a way to play around to find a hidden yes?
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Balance
by sarahcledwyn|Published
We had many joys in our class on Sunday and only 3 sorrows. The scale was tipped and weighed down with joy stones, but two of the three sorrows were about death. One a fish, one Grey Papa.
This week in Spirit Play, we listened to the story of The Buddha and the Mustard Seed. In this story, a mother’s son dies and she appeals to the Buddha for help. He sends her house to house looking for a special ingredient to make a medicine; a mustard seed from a home where no one has known death, sadness or sorrow. Our storyteller went around the circle asking the children one by one if they had ever been sad. One child looked down and said, “Yeah, lots of times”. None of us had a seed that could help. The neighbors in the story didn’t have one either.
I was ready to have an interesting wondering conversation about what helps us when we face death, sadness or sorrow, but what emerged was Buddha. With giggles, one of the children whispered, “It’s funny. Buddha. It sounds like booty.” Hmmmm.
In our work time I found myself on the rug with a child who was stacking nesting blocks to make a tower. We have two sets and he was trying to stack them all together. This was difficult to do as boxes of the same size slipped off each other, larger boxes covered smaller boxes and the last ones were tippy and above his head. I smiled while I watched him stack and re-stack as blocks shifted and fell down. I reached in and placed a block on it’s side leaving the opening facing out. This changed the whole possibility of the the tower. Suddenly there were pockets to nest other blocks in. Suddenly things stabilized as the opening shifted.
Sometimes I feel this illustrates the story of my teaching (and my parenting). I want to stack the blocks a certain way. I want them to line up straight. I want to make them tall. I want to comfort those two children with big sorrows and instead, the blocks tumble down; instead there are giggles and silliness. The opening isn’t where I expected it to be. But in every moment there is the possibility of finding all we need. Maybe the simple act of hearing everyone in our classroom say that, yes, they too have felt sadness was a comfort to our children’s grief as it was for the grieving mother in our story. Maybe the laughter was it’s own healing medicine. Maybe playing with what is here creatively in the moment is enough to steady what is uncertain and open the possibility for a new thing.
In service on Sunday we celebrated our community by hearing the collage of voices that we have been creating for the past several weeks in worship. Hearing our many poignant and sometimes humorous voices say what we find here in our church felt like a pilgrimage similar to the grieving mother. As she wanders door to door looking for a house with no sorrow, she finds community and compassion. And as we come to Unity we find others here with broken hearts, with joyful songs, with tears and laughter. We find others who have a desire and willingness to make their own lives and our world more loving. We hope to be a place to find and keep our balance. And my guess is we also find here things that surprise us and challenge us and open us in ways that we didn’t expect.
So this week I am looking for where the opening really is, even if it doesn’t look like what I expect it to. This week I am trying to look beyond my ideas of what I think the right or wrong way is and to see how the blocks are really stacked. I want to look at them and wonder what might happen next? I want to hear our voices, the voices of our children and our adults and know that this is the community of my belonging. I am not alone. I need you. I need your laughter and your tears, your joys and your sorrows. Let’s hold them all together and see what new thing emerges.
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Celebration of New Life
by sarahcledwyn|Published
This Sunday we gathered to tell the story of the Unitarian Universalist ritual to celebrate and welcome babies into our community.
It was also the first Sunday that I got to try on the door teacher role. You have to know that I have been longing to sit at the door since I learned more about the philosophy underpinning it’s role; a loving witness. I value and honor the intention to physically embody the energy of threshold, safety and love that the door teacher assumes each week. I think it is vital that there are eyes there, simply and powerfully to see and celebrate the presence of everyone in the room.
And then there’s the practice. For any of you who have tried out meditation, you have likely had the familiar experience of making time to sit down and…your mind starts racing, you forget what you’re doing, you try to be calm and centered and the quiet itself seems to incite the inner life into an explosion of things to think, feel and do. And all you were trying to do was sit quietly and peacefully for a few minutes. It’s way harder than it appears. And it’s part of the process of meditation to sit in the midst of that and try to simply come back, remember and breathe.
So I sat at the door for class and felt myself losing my focus….thinking about how I would tell the story this year if I was on the rug, wondering if I had forgotten anything as I signed folks in, musing about how I would change or re-write this story to make it more compelling for the children. Oops. And then I would come back and breathe and observe without the interpretive overlay. And then I would lose focus…should I stop the child moving back and forth from the door to the rug to the door again? Should I put my hand on her shoulder? Should I ask her to just sit still till the story begins? Is anyone distracted by her movement? Oops.
Over and over in class this process happened and over and over I simply came back and tried again. In this story, the Storytelling teacher blesses all the children and we welcome them by name. The text of the story indicates the teacher should start with herself and then move around the room. The teacher started blessing the children and my mind lost focus once more. I wanted everyone to be blessed, everyone to be included. Refocus. In the present moment I simply observed again. The children received their blessing and a rose, and then the teachers, and then the Storyteller received the blessing we all gave her. Everyone had been included. It had just happened in a different way than I imagined. I almost missed it by holding too fast to my own expectations. And, after all, what is the return to each moment? It’s a return to new life the one right here in front of us that is happening and changing with such unexpected complexity and beauty.
And I too was included. My name was recognized. I was welcomed into the circle of our community, with all my distraction and all my attempts to come back to witness. Even so, I am a part of it all, no perfection required. We all are. That’s truly something to celebrate.
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Grow Soul Gathering
by sarahcledwyn|Published
I have been waking up. I am waking up. Sometimes the dreams carried inside fade out and then re-emerge. The dreams are like everything else, they hang out in the soul. They are not lost. They have been planted and are waiting for the right conditions to open, to sprout, to transform.
My favorite thing is being in deep conversation about this human spiritual journey. How are things moving, for you? For me? For us? When does a community weave and open to the same strumming melody? How does the melody co-create our community, our bodies, our way of being in the world? How do we move with what’s moving?
New guidance is in my heart, a new thing to try. An old dream in different timing ready to knock on my heart again- ready to play with the physical reality.
“If you had a church, I’d go to your church”
“I have never met a Christian like you before”
“I wish there was someplace to go, like our space here”
Is it house church? Is it a video project? Is it a meditation gathering? Is it wisdom school? Is it chant? Is it community? Is it silence? Yes. And I don’t know yet.
I am ready to play.
More details soon….
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Where is Love?
by sarahcledwyn|Published
Last week in our Spirit Play class we told the story of the Good Samaritan. I love this version of our story as the end is a reflection about who was a good neighbor. The character of the traveler is shown. “Who was the neighbor to this one?” We don’t stop there though, I held up the picture of one of the characters who had beaten the traveler. “Who was the neighbor to this one?” And I held up one of the people who walked by on the other side of the road. “Who was the neighbor to this one? We happened to have several visitors in our class on Sunday so we got to practice together. How were we neighbors to our new friends? How were we neighbors to each other?
As we often say in our congregation, “There are no other people’s children”. We belong to each other. We are all people’s children. We all are unique in the world and carry a gift in us that is only ours to give. How can we more clearly see this in all people? I have been sitting with this all week. Who is the neighbor to the person on the side of the road asking for money? Who is the neighbor of all of the women in our country stepping forward with stories of disrespect and violation? And we can’t stop there. Who is the neighbor of those men? Love is not an either or. At it’s best love is a generous unconditional flowing that overspills itself with kindness, humility, openness and restraint. Love can see the truth of where we shine and where we wound one another, and call us into more. It does not condone our acts of wounding, but expands compassion to move us to amends, toward reconciliation, to new life. This kind of love is a discipline and a compelling invitation.
Any time we see others with judgement, it is an opportunity to grow and learn where our hurt is and how to heal it. Any time we can point to “those other people” it is an invitation to expose our own belief in separation and begin to heal it by listening with humility to what is going on inside us. Who is the neighbor to the judged? Who is the neighbor to the one holding judgement? We are called to be neighbor to both, to grow our love and compassion to hold both and to hold a possibility for something new to emerge that binds us into the creative work of bolstering belonging and the beloved community.
This work begins in us. Are we an advocate of love and healing? Where is love in this place? In this person? In this situation? Who is the neighbor to my own heart? Can I count myself as a loving advocate in my own quest for embodying love? When I harm others, what does love call me to?
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Where is Love?
by sarahcledwyn|Published
It was a family Sunday last week and the sanctuary at 9am was full of families. My children were off for the weekend camping with their Dad and as I made my way to worship, a parent asked if I would accompany their child to worship so they could go teach our spirit play children who were gathering for class downstairs. “Yes”, I said. And “Yes”, said my heart. This child had been in my spirit play class a few years ago and we talked about that and about how I looked very familiar to him. We sat together and when KP told us a story about the first being last, my friend joined the crowd and afterwards made his way to class. I sat in the warmth of community. This is the community that I want at Unity and I had just been able to participate in it’s creation. So many layers of yes.
I went downstairs myself pondering and wondering about the lesson, the second in our life cycle series. I was curious and excited because one of our teachers had played around with the story and was presenting it creatively. I smiled to hear that the story went well. I listened in a different way.
The moment of class that stuck with me however was the circle time at the beginning. We always sing and greet one another and then we go around the circle to share our joys and sorrows. The storyteller this week decided to begin in the opposite direction of our usual flow. Right away our insightful children reminded her that we usually go the other direction. I know one of them, at least, had picked her seat hoping to go first. The storyteller explained that this time we would go this direction and next time we could go the other direction. Since I had just heard KP’s story, I observed this moment closely. There was some delight on the part of the children who unexpectedly got to share first. There was some disappointment and protest from those who thought they had secured the first spot, but ended up being the last to share.
I identify with both positions. While I hardly ever position myself hoping to be first, sometimes when I have been very excited to lead and share, I too have felt the disappointment of feeling passed over. The practice for me when this happens is to try to stay out of my story about what it means to meet a reality different from my expectations and to trust that everything is ok, no matter when my turn comes. This has taken some practice. Most of the time I can hear the voice in me grumbling about how my insight was so wonderful and it wasn’t honored in the way I wanted. I hear it grumble in anger about how it isn’t fair that I didn’t get my way. And I let it go. This is easier on days where I am rested, secure and calm. It is much harder when I’m tired, hungry or cold. It takes practice to let go. I want to practice this skill because those voices block out my ability to listen to whoever is going first. The grumbles remove me from the present moment. They definitely aren’t supporting me in living my life in integrity, service and joy. And so I practice gracefully letting go so I can stay here inside what’s happening and witness the life that is always emerging.
While I frequently find myself going last, I occasionally find myself first in an unexpected way. This can feel just as disorienting as its opposite. I have sometimes felt put on the spot or unsure when I have been invited into the first place. The practice for me when this happens is to try to stay out of my story about what people expect of me when I’m first and to trust that everything is ok, even if I’m surprised. This takes even more practice. I far more often get swept away by these voices who push at me and tell me that I need to be quick and wise and step up. They tell me that others are watching and listening and so this better be good. I hear these stories and I try to let them go. On good days I can do it, on challenging days, sometimes not. I have learned to take a breath and take extra time when I’m suddenly first. I give myself permission to pass. I want to let go of the voice because, again, it blocks out my ability to be present in this moment with all it’s invitation and openness. I practice gracefully letting go.
I am playing with this idea lately about the relationship between the world as it is and my response to it. I am striving for that place of non-attachment, or active indifference which finds center and opens to life unfolding as it is. It is an attitude that attempts to remain in the present moment no matter what that moment offers. How can I rest in being primarily and be first or last secondly? How can I rest in being primarily and be present to what is surprising or unexpected? How can I be grounded and joyful, first, last and everywhere in between? I’ll keep practicing. When I do it gets easier and I build the trust that I am ok in every moment and it’s ok to be really present here all the time.
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Between Two Worlds
by sarahcledwyn|Published |
I live the depth of my life in two layered worlds. I have been deeply formed by the Christian message and the life of Jesus. My life has been dedicated to my conscious and active choice to model my living after this great sage. It is also true that I have journeyed to find fellow travelers seeking authentic relationship to the Universe, and that journey has moved me beyond Christianity into the broad world of enlightenment and spiritual awakening.
These worlds, for a time, seemed quite separate. I couldn’t find seekers in my church communities and it was hard to find devotees of Jesus exploring other traditions and spiritual teachers. These worlds have been coming closer together inside my own journey for the past two years.
It started when I began studying a Hindu meditation style and wondering about what a guru was. Quite clearly in my meditation, Jesus reminded me that my dedication to him made him my guru and there was an invitation to go deeper. And so I did. Jesus and I had been in a strained relationship for years, even though I still modeled my life choices after his example and teaching, so I made amends, got back in my Bible and started to pray.
The experience for me was like the colors after a rain storm. The text was vibrant in a way it hadn’t been before. The teachings were wise beyond any reading of them I had done before. I had eyes to see the meaning now. I had ears to hear. I can’t explain how profoundly those scriptures, that had been living in my bones for years, transformed into teaching that explained the process of spiritual awakening.
The Lord’s Prayer was one of those texts that blossomed before my new eyes. I could see that if I held Jesus in the light of enlightened spiritual teacher, everything changed. I wondered why everyone didn’t appreciate Jesus more? I don’t know about you, but I can have intelligent conversation just about anywhere about a teaching of Buddha without fear, but Jesus seems to trigger defensiveness. It occurred to me that I’ve never had anyone say to me that if I didn’t believe in Buddha’s teachings I’d go right to hell. Unfortunately, many Christians have stated that if I don’t believe in Jesus, that’s exactly what would happen. It’s so sad. That kind of judgement masks the message of love that I feel is the only reality of the Universe.
For these next several weeks I will be offering a daily devotional looking at the intersection of spiritual awakening and the teachings of Jesus as found in the Lord’s Prayer. Open your eyes anew to the vibrant and relevant teachings of Jesus. Join me as I knit the worlds together and open our sight and hearing.
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Perseverance
by sarahcledwyn|Published
This week’s reflection starts long before the classroom. I woke up Sunday morning and started my morning meditation.
When it was time to wake up my children, I called to them through the door to their room so I wouldn’t have to open it and disturb the blanket fort they were sleeping under, it’s corner wedged between the door and frame. I started to get dressed and think about breakfast when I heard my children talking and then yelling and then screaming at each other. I called through the door again hoping my voice would disrupt their anger and retorts, but it didn’t. In fact, I could hear that the argument had turned physical and they were hurting each other. It was time to come in, fort or no.
These moments prove to me some of the most difficult parenting situations I encounter. I want to protect both of my children from being hurt physically or emotionally. I want the yelling and fighting to stop. I want to bring calm to the situation, but their anger tends to fuel my anger, especially when they are more intent on continuing their argument than in listening to me. I found myself getting louder and louder and more frustrated and soon we were all yelling and unkind to one another. Embarrassingly, the melee ended by me tearing down the blanket fort and separating the children.
As I prepared breakfast and took some time to calm down, I marveled at how fast that situation had gotten out of control and how disappointed I was in myself. I not only didn’t manage to bring calm to the situation, I added to it. That is not the kind of parent I want to be. Parenting is a spiritual practice for me and it truly breaks my heart when I fall short.
I first decided I needed to apologize to my son, who had built the fort. I told him that I wished I hadn’t taken it down and I would help put it back together. I apologized to my daughter for yelling. We ate breakfast. And then I built the fort myself, fixing the blankets higher than they had been which was a welcome improvement according to the kids.
And then we went to church. It was story Sunday so we all went to the Sanctuary together and sat down. Even though I sat between them, they started to poke and pick at each other disturbing those around us. I stood up for the first hymn and noticed they were drawing a line on the pew delineating whose side was whose. And then they started drawing a line up my back. This was a sad moment for me. I don’t want my children to feel scarce with my love and attention so that they need to claim their part of me. I want all of me to be for both of them. Listening to Jessica’s sermon asking us to please have mercy on ourselves for our moments of failure was just the balm I needed.
Our lesson in class was about the Persevering Ant who goes on a pilgrimage to find what is biggest and most powerful, ending up in conversation with God who was everywhere and nowhere at the same time. One child said that the piece of fabric under the story was the most important part because it held all the other parts. All the pieces were included. And it made me think about one of the greatest powers of Love, to hold all things, even the things that we sometimes find difficult or painful. To have mercy on myself means that the power of love can draw me back to my center and give me the strength to apologize. It gives me the desire to wonder why I behaved the way I did this time and what I might do differently next time. It gives me the assurance that there is more than this; more than my painful learning as a parent, more than the smaller forces of fear and tiredness and hurt. There are more chances, more relationship, more love and more mercy than I can exhaust by my mishaps and missteps. This is truly good news and worth practicing again and again and again. What does the power of love call you to? Where do you need to have mercy on yourself?
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We Practice Listening
by sarahcledwyn|Published
Last Sunday I got to tell a story about listening. The gist of the story was that Love/Truth/God is something that is always available to us if we stop and notice and listen. We experience this in the depth of our hearts, in relationship with others, through the gifts of nature, through stories, song and poetry and through the gathered community when people come together for service or worship. Each way to experience had a section of underlay all it’s own separated partially by popsicle sticks. After introducing each I said the refrain, “We practice listening. We listen with our whole selves”.
Listening seems simple enough, but, like meditation, it’s harder than it seems to truly listen. This is because it asks of us the same quality of presence that we use in meditation. There is a person here speaking. As soon as we start composing our response or associating about when that happened to us, we have ceased to be present. I’m sure we’ve all had the experience of listening to another and missing what was just said as our attention wandered off to our own thoughts. We maybe even appeared to be listening, but we weren’t really there.
I know from my work as a Spiritual Director and from my experience with friends and family that truly being in a moment by moment listening presence is rare. When we find those rare people who can simply be with us, listening, to whatever comes, it is a profound gift. That moment requires receptivity and acceptance that isn’t found easily in daily life. Most of the time we listen to others and they listen to us in order to try to teach, help, fix, analyze and advise us. These interactions can be helpful, but how often are we allowed and offered the space to be exactly where, who and what we are in the moment?
And if we have such difficulty truly and deeply listening to each other, how can we listen to/for that Infinite Mystery we sometimes call God? Where is the presence of Love in our beloved community? Where is the presence of Truth in our sacred stories about people who have tried to live in faith and love? Where is God in the gifts of the natural world that touch us through our body? Where is the Mystery in our encounter with any other person, with our own deep heart? And how do we come close with that formless and unimaginable Beyond that always just is? When we start listening in any of these arena’s, when we come into awareness or silence to simply notice and look for Love/Truth/God, we start to find it everywhere.
When wondering together, many of our children decided the best and most important part of our story was the gathered community where we come and listen for God together. In our story, that special place of community is where we turn into God’s presence for each other and the world. I reminded them that our Spirit Play class IS the gathered community. They were amazed. It was beautiful for our children to understand that this story is our story too, right now. Our last question is always if there is anything we can take out of our story and still have all the story we need. This question is especially hard for this age group, but in this class, one child said the dividers between the ways we experience listening for God could be taken away. How wise, I thought. Yes, truly that could be taken away and we would still have all the story we need.
At the 9 o’clock service we came to the part of the Embracing Meditation when we are invited to offer aloud or hold in the silent sanctuary of our hearts, the names of those we want to hold in worship. The usual low mumble of voices faintly rose and one very loud clear voice saying, “I’m sorry. I didn’t quite catch that. You’ll have to try again”, issuing from someone’s cell phone. Since listening was on my mind I wondered about this seeming random occurrence. Since the embracing meditation is usually the only place in our service where the whole gathered community is invited to use their individual voices I wondered how we are listening to each other in that moment, how we are listened to by the presence of God we embody for one another? I wonder today what it looks like in our lives to remove the barriers between our experience to make our encounter of Life seamless and focused on listening for the Love/Truth/God in each moment in everything. What if our personal practice, our worship, our family time, our commute, our activism, our teaching was all one experience of listening for Love/Truth/God and then speaking back into the world as the Presence of that Love/Truth/God? In our story when we stop to listen and connect with Love/Truth/God, we gain clarity on who to be, what to do and how to love. It starts in every moment. It starts now. We practice listening. We listen with our whole selves.
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The Summons
by sarahcledwyn|Published
Have you ever been living your regular everyday life when something started to rise in you? It could have been a new perspective on something that seemed to change the landscape of your life; it could have been a big change in your physical reality; it could have simply been a feeling that something under the surface of awareness was moving and emerging.
I love language. When I hear a particular way to translate something, it broadens and opens my understanding richly. So, when I was taking Hebrew, I was fascinated to learn about what the scriptures said when God interacted with someone. “And God came to Moses” it would say. That word could also be translated as God happening to someone. Oh. Has God happened to you? This isn’t like God showing up at your door for tea looking like a being of some kind. This is a co-creation or an upwelling and unfolding. It is something that moves and shifts and arises. It is inside and encompassing and moving. Sometimes it summons you, grips you, opens you and transforms you.
Recently I was at a gathering where someone spoke about the root word for God and said it comes from ‘got’. It was described as the summoner something that evokes or draws something out. I have been relishing the phrase, “And the summons happened to/in me”. This phrasing feels dynamic, feels alive and real. In my experience, this language captures something true for me. Yes, I have been gripped, called, summoned and led. I have been invited, sent, opened and moved. I am opening, unfolding, transforming, becoming….and the whole Universe, the Life Force, the Energy, the God is in it with and through me. Amazing.
When I was in a particularly precarious place of being summoned out of where I was and into new life, I began to return to prayers that had felt old and rote to me in the past, but in my circumstance, they came alive, powerful and vital. One of these prayers from my tradition is the Lord’s Prayer or the Our Father. Suddenly it’s a prayer that took on new meaning for me and I prayed it over and over. Sometimes I used the old words with new meanings. Sometimes I said new words that fit my new understanding. “Give us this day our daily bread”. “Give me every resource I need to live Love in every way, to answer this rising call in me”. It was so incredible that I wrote a whole Lenten retreat to explore this prayer in the context of transformation and our endless becoming into the wholeness and love that are the only true reality.
This year I am re-offering this retreat for the Lenten season. Beginning on March 5th, participants will travel through Lent and stir up their own summons. I invite you to join me as we stir the waters, as we open ourselves to what’s calling us and what wants to rise, become and open through us.
Transforming the with the Lord’s Prayer is available now for $49.95. More information is available on my website.
What is rising in you? What calls for your attention? How is the Summoner happening in you?
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Moving on the Edge
by sarahcledwyn|Published
Our religious education year has begun. My spiritual practice this semester in teaching is to join the Jr. High youth to explore UU Identity and History. I can tell already that I am in for a great deal of learning. Already I have been entering the year with a bit of trepidation. My familiar desire to nurture the deep learning of our youth and children is teetering and toying with the growing realization that, in this environment, it would benefit me to loosen up a bit and be flexible (maybe even humorous). In uncertainty I tend to get more firm and more rigid as if this way of being will hold me up when I encounter a place of unknowing…a place of possibility, a place that feels too open, too full of wonder, too loose. As I move into my practice this year, I find myself wondering: how do I stay engaged when I encounter that moment? How do I enter into and see that moment as the possibility of a new adventure, an opening into relationship, or a chance to stretch? How do I hold the space and let go of the agenda so I truly encounter the moment that is happening? These are questions I ponder as I enter into community with my class.
When we reached the part of class when we started focusing on our Principles, I asked the youth if they knew them and something wonderful happened. About half the class recited the bedtime prayer together in the room. It was beautiful moment. And it was only about half. So we went back as a group and said them slowly so we could gather the rest of our friends into our knowing. Unlike the get-to-know-you games and the covenant making, the class was one together either contributing, or paying attention to what was happening in the room. It was a brief moment that shifted and moved as I mentioned a proposal for an 8th principle and received the response that somehow we’d have to create another day of the week to go with it.
As I have reflected this week I find some comfort in the fact that my teaching team is there with me and the class in some ways is already there for one another. I would love to sink into that knowing and into the being that is and will be our class as we co-create it together the next few months. I can already tell that truly what will hold me fast in those moments of chaos or question are those connections and my ability to lean into and allow them to embrace me. My own move to grasp something firm in the middle of the shifting attention and movement of our time together only serves to shore myself up and create some distance from the group, but I hope what I come to learn is how to move together like a wave no matter how fluid or full of mystery.
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The Path of Listening
by sarahcledwyn|Published
It’s been quite a fall. I moved in August, and due to work and scheduling I have already missed Spirit Play twice. I have missed writing this reflection a few more times than twice. And so I sit today wondering about the intersection of responsibility and grace. We begin again. And we begin again. We begin again in love. Last time I was practicing church with our children we got to hear the story of “Many Paths to the Mountain” and this year as I sat in the classroom I was really wondering about one line of that story. The traveler taking the river path speaks about how beautiful and refreshing the river is and how all the travelers will wish they came on the river path before they reach the mountain. Each of the paths were intentionally chosen by each traveler and I wonder if they maintained their commitment to that path or if in their learning or their exhaustion they ever secretly did wish to be on a more lush journey. I wonder if the traveler on the river path ever wished to be on one of the other pathways finding the river in reality not to be quite what she thought.
This week I was away again and missed the telling of one of my favorite stories about Listening for God. The story traces many ways we can listen for what is right and good, what sings a resonant “yes” in our hearts so we know “how to love, what to do, and who to be”. Sometimes that is such a challenge for us. We make our way through our lives making decisions and doing our best and sometimes are confronted with such moments of confusion or broken-heartedness that we wonder if there’s any way at all for us to tell what our answer is to those questions?
How do we love? How do we love within the confines of our lives, our understanding or when our love seems so small or in conflict with another’s wellbeing? How do we love without condition and with openness? How do we love in practical ways that matter? What do we do? In some ways this is the question that gets the most attention in our world. Our discomfort drives us to action, to the path that feels like it might yield tangible results that we can see, that can shift and move our world in a way that budges it a little toward wholeness. For me, if I jump right to what to do and skip the first step of how to love, I often miss valuable insight and spend my energy in ways that keep me busy, but aren’t necessarily nourishing for me and the world. Finally, the question of who to be, which is always the truth of who we are. We are a gift to the world. What is the doing and being that reflects our gifts? What do we joyfully put out into the world as our contribution? What do we offer that comes from our truth and that the world needs?
For me as I sit in the transition time of this fall and so much change, I find myself sitting in this path I have chosen contemplating. What is the path that feels true for me now? I listen deep in myself, to my teachers and the world to try to answer those questions. How do I love…myself, you, all of us, the path itself? In light of how love wants to come through, what do I do… in myself, in relationship, in the wholeness of this life? Who do I want to be in my loving and my being?
There is a long path ahead, to the mountain, or just on the journey and I notice myself finding the way of love in taking a moment to pause, to know this place where I am, to see the truth of my responsibility and my grace in the context of all the shifting and changing. To begin again in love. I don’t know what to do yet. Some of it seems clear and some of it does not. I suppose that means I should be patient with the pause, to take a bit more time. If I can do this, be faithful to this place I am, then who I am will shine forth with it’s gifts of love and action in just the right way for myself and the world to keep wandering down the most beautiful path for us. Thank goodness there are intersecting paths on this journey, places of pause and discernment. I sit here in our community listening.
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We are the story, we are the gift
by sarahcledwyn|Published
The year has begun and as we move into the pace of fall, we re-gather our community of practitioners in Spirit Play. Our first story was an introduction to the classroom. “Let’s pretend that we are the story and let’s hear about the gifts our church has given us”. In the story we tell the children that being in Spirit Play is like being in their birthday and that the classroom materials are gifts for them and our other Spirit Play friends to use. This is true. And it is true that the real gifts are all of us together, learning and practicing wonder, play and love. Each child brings the gift of their being. Each adult brings the gift of their being. We come together with intention to learn and grow. We come to be in relationship.
The sermon in church was about being called and compelled to your vocation. We each carry within us a gift for the world. We are called by Life to bring the best of ourselves to our living. When we live in this way, we create the world in which we are a gift and where life gives us gifts in return. Where are we called and compelled? Do we respond with joy or resistance? Do we hear the calling at all in this busyness that is so much of our day to day?
On Sunday I was aware that these children are a gift to me, that the teachers are a gift to me, that the staff and the congregation at Unity are gifts to me. I don’t always remember this. Sometimes I enter the space and just need to get my kids there on time, just need to stay centered when they protest and resist. Sometimes as I cry in worship, as I do most weeks, I feel a little self conscious and want to hide out and be noticed all in the same moment. I forget. I forget my belonging. I forget that this is my community and we are there to learn and grow. I am called and compelled in my life to remember this all the time and to remind others. I want to remember that there are journey guides and helpers to receive my children. I want to remember that my tears are given space to be and are noticed during worship.
This moment is pure gift, my work is gift, the people I am in community with are a gift, my breath is a gift. All of everything is a gift. It’s a little overwhelming to sit with the truth of it; to sit in the grateful knowing that there is so much possible.
I come to class partly to remember. I come to be a gift and to receive. I come to practice love, to practice church. I come to create and experience my belonging. Listen? What is your gift? Where is Life calling you?
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On the Edge
by sarahcledwyn|Published
This Sunday I was on edge. It maybe started even before I began my day. The service left me in tears several times. It was just that kind of day. Janne preached about praying for each other, to be really for each other, not just with each other. It made me wonder about my place in church. I do pray. The formless void silent meditation kind and the kind where I put voice to my intentions. I hold your children in my prayer, for their joys and sorrows and for the inspiration and challenges they bring me. Sometimes you are in my prayers whether I know you or not, intending for your great good and the realization of your beauty and wholeness. I wondered though, who might be praying for me? And like I said, I was on edge.
The edge for me on Sunday was that feeling of separation that is illusory, but sometimes feels real. I was the only one signed up to teach and didn’t know who else might come. I had a strange interaction with my co-parent in the parish hall that made me wonder if I was missing something. I thought about the worship associate who spoke of friends and strangers helping her in a time of need and wondering why I was so hesitant to ask for that help last year when I was in need. It was because I was on the edge.
It seemed like it took me the whole day to come back from that edge. Two teachers showed up to help me practice spirit play. When I got home I journaled and came up with a list of people in our community who are praying for me, if not in a formal way, in an informal way without a doubt. A subsequent conversation with my co-parent brought us back into balance and I remembered and was grateful for all those friends and strangers who did show up and help me when I was in need. I came back home in myself; back into right relationship.
There was a gift on the edge in addition to all the gifts I found when I moved away from it. We had a wiggly class on Sunday and the children had a hard time listening to the story. They could hardly make it through the wondering questions. When I asked them, they would give me answers like, “nothing in this story was the best part”. And then other kids would parrot that answer. At one point I stopped and told the class that I was feeling sad that they weren’t participating thoughtfully and asked them to please participate with their whole selves. When the next child made the flip answer that nothing in the story was important, I looked at her and asked her again. And her eyes wavered. And she looked at the story. And she answered the question. A small bit of connection. A small meeting right at the edge.
I am grateful to be a part of our community. I am grateful to work with adults and children to explore the joys and struggles of life. I am grateful that I am a part of this whether I feel myself on the edge or not. It is wonderful to move away from that space and realize it was just something inside of me seeing separation and that the more true story is that I was totally surrounded by love and connection the whole time. This realization turns this story from separation into invitation. Who else is on the edge here at Unity? How do we reach out and remind them that we are connected and not alone? A potent question for me in this political landscape. Who is on the edge? Can we invite them into connection? What story do we want to create?
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On the Edge
by sarahcledwyn|Published
This week we gathered to learn the real story of St. Nicholas. My favorite line in the story is,
“Nicholas was loved for one reason. He loved. He loved God and God’s people so much that he would do anything for them”. Nicholas was known and remembered for his great love. I arrived at class having assumed I was the storyteller and it quickly became clear that another teacher was also prepared to tell the story. Love in this moment was me saying clearly that I would appreciate it if my co-teacher told the story. I wanted to be the door teacher. And love in the next moment was coming back to center and witness as I observed thoughts coming to me about how I might have told the story differently. Love was letting go of the idea there is any right way to tell the story and instead watching and hearing how the story was told and listening for what was there.
This past week has been challenging for me. I have ridden up and down on waves of real and made up stories. I have felt fine and noticed that my behavior was indicating otherwise. I feel very sensitized now to seeing multiple layers in the stories I hear and tell. I am seeing very big moments reflected in very small moments. Above all I am struggling to deeply align myself with Love. I want to love that Mystery we sometimes call God. I want to love all beings. I want to be like St. Nicholas. In this desire, everything feels important. So when one child took a toy out of another childs’ hands during our circle and a fist was raised, I walked calmly over, held the hitting hand and said I would help. I asked for the toy back. The child refused. I took a breath and repeated that I needed the child to give me the toy. I felt the urge to copy the offending behavior and with my greater strength, power and authority, to take the toy out of the child’s hand. And I stopped. I asked for the toy again and it was given to me. I asked the other child if I could keep the toy safe till the end of our circle and he willingly handed them over, an action he had earlier refused to do. This was a good interaction. We stayed safe physically. I exercised facilitating restraint and held the tension of compassion for all three of us. I also clearly stated what was ok and what I wanted to happen. We made it through together.
This was a beautiful and difficult small moment, a blip of time in our class, but it reflects for me a larger story. Who I hope to be in the world is a person who can enter conflict and hold all of us in love until a new way opens for us. I want to take that extra breath when I feel anger or fear before I act in unskillful ways. I want to bring trust and love into places of strain. And it was challenging to do that with pre-schoolers. How will I do out in the world?
I am wearing a safety pin on my shirt these days and let me tell you, it scares me a little. I am wearing the pin because I want to live into an identity of being a safe person. What might happen if someone truly calls on me to be that in the world? What happens if I don’t take that extra breath in when I feel fear or anger rising? What happens if I try to offer love, protection and safety and I fail? What if the forces roll right over me?
I want to be like St. Nicholas. I want to love us, all of us, so much. I want a world of more love; real love. The love that penetrates us so deeply that we blossom. A love so powerful that we offer our service to others and for others. How we do it matters. This is what changes lives and changes the world. And so I guess I’d rather wear the pin and take my chances than try to avoid risk.
My daily spiritual practice has been a lifesaver for me this week. It brings me back into seeing things as they are, it seats me squarely in gratitude and ignites a longing in me to bring the fullness of our connections to light. That is what I want to live in the world. One area of practice is with our children. I know my own shadow emerges with them first and is a place to learn about my growing edges and reaffirm how and who I want to be. I don’t know what happens next, but I want to go the way of love, so I’ll begin where I am and wonder what might happen next.
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All These Alters
by sarahcledwyn|Published
This Sunday in Spirit Play we told the story of Many Paths to the Mountain. It is a story about 5 travelers who are all traveling to the mountain, but are each convinced that their way is the only best way.
When they all reach the top, they celebrate and share stories of their many adventures. This year I have arranged my schedule so that I am able to attend worship and teach so when I came to class I had Rob’s sermon ringing in my mind. He preached on the story of Abraham bringing Isaac to the mountain to be sacrificed, a difficult story to plumb.
I also could not help but have KP’s words ringing in my mind from our teacher training where he spoke of alters as places of burning, a place where we are undone. He challenged us to accompany our children in a way that opens our hearts to vulnerability and risk, to be in an authentic place of journey with one another as we engage in the spiritual practice of teaching and learning together.
As I sat by the door breathing and witnessing I found myself tearing up as the Storyteller introduced each path. One traveler picked the forrest path to face fear, the next picked the desert path to encounter austerity. One picked the rocky path to test endurance and worthiness, one picked the river path so they would be refreshed for the journey and the last picked a path through cities, so they could have community along the way. All the paths brought the respective travelers to the destination. How many times have I picked the path of my journey from obligation and fear? And still there is something to learn. What path do I choose now?
And what are these paths? Maybe they too are alters. Maybe each path to each traveler is so important that they must give themselves over to it so that the path itself becomes the encounter with the sacred, that the traveler surrenders to it in a way that irrevocably changes/alters the person walking it. What path do you choose to give yourself to? This is serious business, this journey.
And then there are the children, our children. Before our story, we brought the children into the sanctuary to witness the Celebration of New Lives that we had just talked about the week before. And there was another dedication. These parents are promising to bring their children to us, to Unity, to our community. A community which seeks to make the beloved community real. And we promised to love these babies as they grow. We have given ourselves over to that path and their parents have given them to us. And this happens at least each week as we give our children to this community to learn together, to discover our truth and our path, and to walk it with as much engagement and awareness as we can. Who knows what happens next?
Our youth just won an award for their dedication to Black Lives Matter. For our youth, participating in this movement for justice is the path that they have chosen. Whether chosen from a deep yes, or from a place of inner obligation it has brought them into a beautiful and dangerous journey of love. It has brought them to the 4th precinct. It has brought them hand in hand into community. We love these children, our children. We offer them over and over to this path with fear and trembling and pride. Their path is the depth of love and the flame in the chalice of our hearts that we cannot resist, that we must give ourselves over to.
When asked at teacher training to name a value we hold and an example of being undone by it, I answered that I deeply believe that all children should be loved and feel a sense of belonging. I am undone by this all the time and I come to our Spirit Play classroom partly to know and fiercely love our children. My work is to see them, to notice them, to let them know that their presence is a joy and a delight; and to let them know I missed them when they have been gone. This is a path I give myself to. As I teared up in class, one of our children put his hand on my hand. He put his hand on my shoulder. On an alter so important, in work so sacred, it is a relief to know we’re not alone. We are on this beautiful and dangerous path all together hand in hand.
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