The struggle

About my mother and father, Brother Leo. The two of them have been wrestling inside me for ages. This struggle has lasted my whole life.… They may take on different names—God and Satan, spirit and flesh, good and bad, light and darkness—but they always remain my mother and father. My father cries within me: “Earn money, get rich, use your gold to buy a coat of arms, become a nobleman. Only the rich and the nobility deserve to live in the world. Don’t be good; once good, you’re finished!” …And my mother, her voice trembling within me, says to me softly, fearfully, lest my father hear her: “Be good, dear Francis, and you shall have my blessing. You must love the poor, the humble, the oppressed.” —Nikos Kazantzakis, Saint Francis

Pema Chodron on shenpa – the hook, the urge to indulge the addiction

So we could also call shenpa “the urge”—the urge to smoke that cigarette, to overeat, to have another drink, to indulge our addiction whatever it is. Sometimes shenpa is so strong that we’re willing to die getting this short-term symptomatic relief. The momentum behind the urge is so strong that we never pull out of the habitual pattern of turning to poison for comfort. It doesn’t necessarily have to involve a substance; it can be saying mean things, or approaching everything with a critical mind. That’s a major hook. Something triggers an old pattern we’d rather not feel, and we tighten up and hook into criticizing or complaining. It gives us a puffed-up satisfaction and a feeling of control that provides short-term relief from uneasiness.

Those of us with strong addictions know that working with habitual patterns begins with the willingness to fully acknowledge our urge, and then the willingness not to act on it. This business of not acting out is called refraining. Traditionally it’s called renunciation. What we renounce or refrain from isn’t food, sex, work or relationships per se. We renounce and refrain from the shenpa. When we talk about refraining from the shenpa, we’re not talking about trying to cast it out; we’re talking about trying to see the shenpa clearly and experiencing it. If we can see shenpa just as we’re starting to close down, when we feel the tightening, there’s the possibility of catching the urge to do the habitual thing, and not doing it.

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#662 – o september

I had lunch today with old friends (they had the $23 lobster roll…I had a cheeseburger). We talked and laughed about our days – 40 years ago – as reporters for the Lewiston Daily Sun, the “morning” paper published in Lewiston, Maine. Back then, there was a morning paper and an (inferior) evening paper. I showed off photos of grandchildren; we talked about traveling; Taos, Santa Fe, St. Augustine, Savannah. I learned there is a band in Russia called Salem’s Lot. We finished lunch, walked a ways, sat on a bench, talked and watched waves breaking on the rocks of Perkins Cove. And there was a hint of a chill in the air.

On my drive home, I noticed some of the leaves have begun to change color.

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fragmented, confused, and erratic

Henri Nouwen – The great danger of the turmoil of the end-time in which we live is losing our souls. Losing our souls means losing touch with our center, our true call in life, our mission, our spiritual task. Losing our soul means becoming so distracted by and preoccupied with all that is happening around us that we end up fragmented, confused, and erratic. Jesus is very aware of that danger. He says: “Take care not to be deceived, because many will come using my name and saying, ‘I am the one’ and ‘The time is near at hand’ Refuse to join them” (Luke 21:8).

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Some days it isn’t pretty or inspirational. Some days it takes more than books, more than quotes, more than walks and fresh air. Some days take more than friends, phone calls, texts.

Some days you just want to make it to the end – to sleep. Some days, I don’t know why, you just show up with the whitest knuckles in the room. Some days it’s enough to breathe.

Listen to the words – be not afraid. And be.