Saturday, April 25, 2015

Grace Endures



Grace Endures.

That’s what the band around my wrist says. It is in honor of Grace Rebecca Mann, a young woman from our community who was murdered last week. She was a student at the University of Mary Washington, where I work. I did not have the privilege to know her, and a privilege it would have been indeed. The impact she had on those around her was brilliantly clear yesterday at a celebration of her life held on campus.

I attended the celebration not because I knew her, but in support of those I know who were touched by her life and her passing. It is safe to say that even though I didn’t know her, Grace has now touched my life as well.

A portion of the celebration was left open for those who knew her to share stories of Grace. It was breathtaking. The things said of her again and again from each speaker were that it was impossible for her not to be completely herself, she was passionate, she always spoke out for what she knew was right (despite any fears she might have had), she saw the best in people, she was caring and she was loud! The one quality underlying all these aspects of Grace was love. She was love personified. That love lifted up all those around her as it radiated through her smile, through her words of support and encouragement, and most of all through her actions.

That is one of the things that struck me the most, her actions. At one point in my life I spent a lot of time pondering the idea of grace and what it means. The definition that I came to for myself was that grace is love in action, love in motion. So as I sit looking at the words Grace Endures wrapped around my wrist, I am struck by the clear demonstration of that definition through Grace Mann’s life. She was aptly named. She did not ponder the idea of grace, she lived it.

She was with us for only 20 years, which I feel is a great loss to our present and our future, but her life in those years is now an inspiration to me, as it is to countless others. I will be forever grateful to her for the beauty, love, and grace she brought to so many in our community, and now into my own life as well.

Truly, Grace Endures.

Saturday, March 21, 2015

The Shadow Journey



Inspired by yesterday's vernal equinox, total solar eclipse by the new, super moon and by contemplation of the recent events in our world.  May we continue upon our arc.

The Shadow Journey
Lynda Allen

The moon’s journey through shadow,
little by little, step by step
eclipsing the light.
How can a moon so new, dim a star so bright?
They warn that the moon will blot out the sun.
Yet my eyes see darkness
surrounded by radiant light.
A light so intense
that it cannot be looked upon with the naked eye.
A halo of light
crowning an emerging spring,
and embracing the darkness.

The light reemerges as the shadow journey passes.

Perhaps we are merely in the shadow part of our journey.
Passing between ourselves and the light
and so casting the Earth into temporary darkness.
Yet at that singular moment
when the light seems completely eclipsed,
emerges a light, blindingly bright,
too brilliant for our gaze,
too luminous
to see the work of the light.

If we will but continue on our arc,
the shadow will pass
moment by moment, step by step,
and the light reemerge,
gentle enough for us to look again upon its beauty,
and to bask again in its warmth.

The light reemerges as the shadow journey passes.



Copyright Lynda Allen 2015

Saturday, March 7, 2015

Shades of Grey



Let me begin by saying that I have not read the book or seen the movie, Fifty Shades of Grey. Therefore this is not a review or a commentary on either. Rather it is a commentary on how we react to things in our world, to how we create this world together.  As the saying goes, things are not black or white; there are many shades of grey.

I have seen others critique the book and movie Fifty Shades of Grey; some have said that it normalizes domestic violence and torture of women. I can understand that concern given the propensity of violence towards women in our culture and around the world. I’ve also seen people say the movie should be banned. That’s where my personal demarcation of black and white comes in. If you don’t like the message of the movie then absolutely speak your concerns, share them far and wide if that’s what you feel called to do.  Use it as an opportunity to start a conversation about how we end domestic violence. Do something positive and constructive with your concerns rather than telling other people they can’t watch the movie or read the book. The same can be said with any books people have tried to ban throughout the history of our country.

And yet, there are shades of grey.

Recently Sony Pictures chose a self-imposed ban on the release of its film, The Interview. I have my own opinions about whether that was all just a publicity stunt or not, but that’s a whole other shade of grey. Again this is not a movie I have seen. That was a personal choice for me.  I had no desire to see it. For me the idea of creating a movie about the assassination of a living political leader was a poor choice, and not something I would want to support. So I didn’t, and I had a conversation with my daughter about why I made that choice.

I hoped the controversy surrounding The Interview would at least spark a conversation about conscious creation. It really didn’t. I hoped that out of the tragedy of the shootings of artists and staff members at Charlie Hebdo would come a continuation of that conversation. It did, a little. As a writer, filmmaker and artist I completely support freedom of speech.

And yet, for me there are shades of grey.

There is a quote from G.K. Chesterton that gives me pause, “To have a right to do a thing is not at all the same as to be right in doing it.”

I have the right to write whatever I want, whether it be inflammatory and unkind or compassionate and peaceful. The grey area is not whether or not I have the right to my opinion and to expressing that opinion. The grey area for me is whether I would be right in doing that if I know it would cause harm. Are we right in showing the video of a policeman being shot in the head in the streets of Paris or the video of a man being burned alive in a cage? Those were people who were beloved to others and I can imagine the irreparable harm those images may have caused.

Yes, sometimes we have to shine a light on wrongs in order to create change; I understand and support that idea. However, we have been shown so clearly by the non-violent movements led by Gandhi and Martin Luther King, Jr., among others, that love can shine the brightest light. If you meet ugliness and judgment with ugliness and judgment you only spark more of the same.  Yet, if you meet ugliness and judgment with kindness and love, you call out to the innate goodness in the other, whether you can see it in that moment or not.  It may not always be easy and it certainly takes a knowing of the strength of love within you.

Recently on the radio program On Being, Krista Tippett spoke with Congressman John Lewis, a leader in the Civil Rights Movement in the United States. He spoke eloquently of the importance of love and compassion in our interactions with others.

“First of all, you have to grow. It's just not something that is natural. You have to be taught the way of peace, the way of love, the way of nonviolence. And in the religious sense, in the moral sense, you can say in the bosom of every human being, there is a spark of the divine. So you don't have a right as a human to abuse that spark of the divine in your fellow human being.

We, from time to time, would discuss if you see someone attacking you, beating you, spitting on you, you have to think of that person, you know, years ago that person was an innocent child, innocent little baby. And so what happened? Something go wrong? Did the environment? Did someone teach that person to hate, to abuse others? So you try to appeal to the goodness of every human being and you don't give up. You never give up on anyone.”

You never give up on anyone. In the face of such blatant hatred and bigotry they didn’t give up on their fellow human beings. It’s a lesson I sometimes fear we are losing. It seems we give up on each other all the time, day after day, when we choose judgment over conversation, when we choose degradation instead of reflection, when we choose anger and hatred over love and compassion. We are giving up on each other.

It’s crystal clear in US politics where we can no longer even have a civil discourse with each other. Everything is either black or white, pro-life or pro-choice, pro-gun or anti-gun.  We continually draw lines in the sand and say we have to stand on one side or the other. There are no shades of grey, no demilitarized zones, no common ground. Until finally we have reached a point where everyone stands behind their imaginary boundaries, whether those be national borders, state borders, political parties, the walls of religious institutions, the walls of our homes or our cars, or the edges of our computer screens. Everywhere we turn we have created imaginary boundaries that separate us.

For me, never giving up on anyone is about acknowledging that spark of the divine that Congressman Lewis talked about, in every interaction we have. While I might have a right to disagree with you, and yes, sometimes an obligation to speak up if I believe what you are doing is hurtful to others, yet I have a greater obligation to speak up with compassion, recognizing that spark within you. I must allow myself to see that spark before I speak, or write, or post, or tweet, or call, “Action.” Often that means we need to pause before we speak, write, post, tweet, or roll the cameras. In that pause we find the shades of grey. In that pause we choose not to give up on each other.

Viktor Frankl provides a beautiful reminder, “Between stimulus and response there is a space. In that space is our power to choose our response. In our response lies our growth and our freedom.”

As I look out at the snow covered landscape, I can see so clearly that there are many more than fifty shades of grey; within them may we meet each other, within them may we discover our growth and our freedom.

Friday, February 6, 2015

Listening



Listening
Lynda Allen

What does it mean to listen? To hear?
I can hear your voice, and not hear your words.
I can hear your words, and not hear your meaning.
I can hear your meaning, and not hear your heart.

If I can be quiet enough to hear your heart,
then I can hear your story in your meaning.
I can hear your truth in your words.
I can hear your soul in your voice.

If I can be quiet enough,
I can honor your life as I listen.

Tuesday, December 16, 2014

From Deepest Darkness there Came Great Light



From Deepest Darkness there Came Great Light

It matters where the light falls

A manger is a trough from which horses and cattle are fed. Once a manger was padded with hay that a baby might rest upon it and the world be fed. Gentle hands laid him to rest upon a bed of straw and a great light from deepest darkness fell upon him.

They did not know that it matters where the light falls, that if it falls upon a heart so open, it will find there not just a home, but a mirror to reflect it back. When they looked upon him they saw the great light shining back through his heart, his smile, his touch, his words. But it matters where the light falls. For some, the reflected light from deepest darkness warmed and illuminated them and they felt great and abiding joy. For others the light was blinding, and they could not look directly at it. They feared it because they knew that to look at the sun could do great harm. They didn’t know that this son meant them no harm.

It matters where the light falls. Some saw the light from afar and knew it was a beacon that could guide them. They let the light fall upon their hearts and found it would lead them across vast expanses and bring them at last to the source of the light. And so it did. It brought them to a tiny manger from which they were fed, one small heart reflecting the light for all to see. For that is what he was from the moment he was laid in the manger, simply a reflector of the great light from deepest darkness.

It matters where the light falls. If it falls upon the doors of an inn that are closed, the light will warm and illuminate only the door, not able to enter across the threshold.

That night long ago, it fell upon a stable whose doors were swung wide and whose creatures were welcoming. That night it found an open manger, a receptive place, for the light to be laid with gentleness upon a soft bed created with love. That night the great light that sprung from deepest darkness came to rest upon the heart of a child. His heart, which was so great in one so small, welcomed the light and there was immeasurable joy.

His heart shone forth with the light. His heart was the light. His heart is each heart.

The great light from deepest darkness ever shines and ever touches all, it matters only whether it falls upon a closed door or upon a place with doors open and a manger waiting where the light can rest and feed all.




Lynda Allen
December 17, 2011