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

Tuesday, December 9, 2014

It's about us



The noise is so loud, it’s all I can do to tune it out, for just a moment. For just long enough to remember. To remember that this isn’t about you or about me, it’s about us. It’s about family. It’s not about black or white. It’s not about male or female. It’s not about rich or poor. It’s not about nationality or religion. It’s about family, it’s about our humanity. And we are on the brink.

It’s so loud now that everyone can feel it in some way, even if they don’t recognize it. Long established ways of being are disintegrating, they are falling apart and falling away. Rules of privilege and power are shifting.  All we really need to do is let them shift, let them fall away. But there are many who simply can’t let it happen. They are too afraid of what they don’t know.

That’s what all the noise really gets down to, fear of what we don’t know. And if we don’t know each other, we are told to be afraid. So the obvious solution is get to know each other. Reach out and shake a hand, introduce yourself, carry a sign that says Free Hugs. You never know what might happen.

But what’s happening now makes me feel sad inside. In one ear I hear from a beloved father that accusations of rape are a hoax. While in the other I hear from friends their stories of surviving very real assaults. In one ear I hear it’s her fault for not leaving him. While in the other I hear, I had no where to go and no means to start again. In one ear I hear he attacked me and tried to take my gun, then ran. While in the other I hear hands up don’t shoot.

The cacophony is deafening. That is the goal though isn’t it, of those who would resist the change? If we make it loud enough, confusing enough, scary enough they won’t see the simple answer that we are moving toward. Family. We are all one family. You don’t have to get along with everyone in your family to be a family. And really whether you believe in Biblical beginnings or primordial goo, either way the answer is the same. We all descended from the same beginnings. There it is. There is actually common ground even between creationists and evolutionists! Only very few in power wants us to find our common ground, our humanity.

Yet it is there, and it is the only thing that can save us. Getting to know each other. If you look around  you will find that more people are already on that path than the news would have you believe. They are reaching out across borders, across aisles, across oceans, across pews, across streets, across railroad tracks and across protest lines. They are reaching out from their heart to yours, to mine. It’s the only answer. It’s the only way to reclaim our humanity.

I know it’s true because I had to reclaim my own. I found myself looking around at all the strife and pain and violence and thinking, “Who are these people? Who are these people who think this behavior is ok?” In those thoughts I lost touch with my own humanity. Those people, all of them, are me. Not only the victims, but the perpetrators. Not only the protestors, but the police officers. Not only. There is no more room for only.

I can’t only love you or you or you. I have to expand my heart enough to love all my family, as challenging as that can be. I don’t have to love your choices or your actions or your behaviors and if you go astray and hurt others, then I will peacefully prevent you from continuing on that path and still love you until you can find your way back home.

For each heart that turns away from the light dims the light for all. But each heart that reaches out, shining brightly increases the light for all. So when your light dims, we will shine upon your path. When your song fades, we will sing your unique melody. When you forget who you are, we will call you by name. When you have been hurt, we will remind you of your wholeness until you feel it again. When you grieve, we will share your grief and your memories of your beloved. When you rejoice, we will celebrate with you.  When you are lost, we will light your way home. When you are hungry, we will feed you. When you are cold, we will warm you. When you need shelter, we will invite you in. When you are afraid, we will hold you. When you succeed, we will cheer for you. When you learn, we will welcome your wisdom. When you hurt another, we will forgive you. When you hate, we will help you see yourself in the other. When you stumble, we will offer you a hand. When you laugh, we will laugh with you. When you weep, we will offer our shoulder. When you can’t remember your family, we will remind you with each one of our smiles.  When you move on from this life, we will grieve and celebrate you because we knew you as family.