This is my son Finn, one of my teachers, facing huge waves at Ka’anapali on Maui last week. He plays in these waves with no fear at all. Waves that are two or three times taller than he is simply wash over him. He knows what to do, how to dive under the wave, how to swim in and out of currents, how to watch and read the sea, and his fear becomes play. He taught himself to bodysurf. Fear does funny things to us. It makes us change sizes, for example. When we …
When we are hard on ourselves, or hard on others, isn’t it interesting how it is those small moments that define character? Most of the time we are fine, everything is alright, things are calm. Even in war, soldiers spend most of their time in tedious inactivity punctuated by bursts of frightening violence. Cities are not in a constant state of crime. Governments work perfectly fine most of the time. It is the small aberrations that we notice and these then colour everything. When you become aware of how much fear you don’t have, how …
Thinking these days about home. Last week I was in Prince George working with people who are establishing an Aboriginal school in that city. I went from there to working with coaches who support Jewish day schools in the United States and Canada. In both places I felt at home, among people who lived out of a deep worldview, an ancient language and culture and way of life that included spirituality (but not religion per se). In each case we began with prayers and teachings – from a Lhedli T’enneh Elder in Prince George and in Boston …
Going through my email this evening I find that my daughter, sitting in her room three meters away, has sent me this website: The Case Against Time-out – The Natural Child Project. Now we don’t do time outs at our house and my daughter has informed me that she sent this along because it talkas about things we agree with. But aside from that, I’m just laughing. Imagine receiving this from an 11 year old who wants you to feel like your parenting choices are valid. I have great kids.
The blog posts dried up because my evenings were taken in celebration, but here’s day four. There is a deliberate pattern that unfolds over the week of the Shambhala Institute. Monday is a day of arrival and orientation to one’s personal intention and the building of a collective field of learning. Tuesday and Wednesday, we enter the learning journey that brings us all to challenge and to the very edges of the internal questions we are living with. Thursday and Friday are about celebration and re-entry into the world. Thursday saw a plenary session that was startling for its content …