Tuesday, April 22, 2008

Playing with Three Strings

I hope it's okay to do this.  I assume it is since so few (3? 4?) people read or have read my blog and I certainly am not making any money off it.  Below is one of my favorite poems, it is by Rabbi Harold M. Schulweis.  I hope you find it inspiring.  BTW, this is a two post day!  Yay, me!

Playing with Three Strings by Harold M. Schulweis

We have seen Yitzhak Perlman
Who walks the stage with braces on both legs,
On two crutches.

He takes his seat, unhinges the clasps of his legs,
Tucking one leg back, extending the other,
Laying down his crutches, placing the violin under his chin.

On one occasion one of his violin strings broke.
The audience grew silent but the violinist did not leave the stage.
He signaled the maestro, and the orchestra began its part.
The violinist played with power and intensity on only three strings.

With three strings, he modulated, changed and
Recomposed the piece in his head
He retuned the strings to get different sounds,
turned them upward and downward.

The audience screamed delight,
Applauded their appreciation.
Asked later how he had accomplished this feat,
The violinist answered
It is my task to make music with what remains.

A legacy mightier than a concert.
Make music with what remains.
Complete the song left for us to sing,
Transcend the loss,
Play it out with heart, soul, and might
With all remaining strength within us.


Radical Acceptance

Every morning, as part of my meditation, I think about some of the things I plan to practice in the course of the day.  Radical acceptance, which is part of mindfulness, is one of them.  
The quick and dirty on mindfulness: it's being aware at each moment, of each moment.  For example, mindfulness is when washing dishes, to be aware of washing dishes, thinking about the dish washing, rather than thinking about what you did before washing the dishes, what you're going to do after washing the dishes, or that dream trip to Bhutan you wish to take (or I wish to take).  The point of mindfulness is that we really only ever have the present moment, so if you don't live in the here and now, you're missing your life. I'm beginning to understand that anything that isn't mindfulness is fantasy.
Radical acceptance takes this practice one step further.  Not only do you stay present in your thoughts, but you accept the moment as it is.  You ditch the, "I wish I weren't doing this" and the "I wish this wasn't happening" way of thinking.  Why?  Because this is what you're doing and this is happening. Like it or not, it's real. And it is all there is. So it's a kind of, "if you can't get out of it, get into it" kind of practice.  Maybe I don't like washing dishes.  Still, I wash them.  How does wishing it were otherwise change the fact?  It doesn't. 
The natural response to this is to think that by accepting what is you're being passive and not looking for a way to change what needs changing. Not so. By focusing you're attention on the here and now and recognizing and accepting it for what it really is, you're actually more likely to be able to see and affect change when necessary. To stay with the dishwashing scenario: don't be present and accepting and you may do a poor job of it, take more time than necessary to get the job done.  And here's the part I most love: you'll also miss the beautiful little soap bubbles that may randomly pop up off the sponge and float above the sink catching the light just so so they have miniature rainbows in their arcs, or the smell of the soap, the feel of the dishes.  Really, there's wondrous stuff even in the most repetitive and seemingly mundane moments. 
So, radically accepting washing dishes is easy.  How about something harder?  A sick family member perhaps? Really sick. Remembering when this person was healthy won't make them healthy again, won't ease their suffering or your own. Hoping they're better in the future won't do it either.  But really being with them in the moment, will give them comfort when you're listening and responding to their needs.  Really listening to the doctor will allow you to have all the information you need to figure out a course of action, should there be one. The sooner you can accept your lot in this, the sooner you can act and although this moment, right now, is what it is, that action that's borne from an acceptance of whatever the situation is can affect change.
One of my favorite Buddhist stories goes like this: a young woman was distraught: her baby son had died. She could not bear to be separated from his lifeless body. She carried it everywhere and was therefore unable to live her life.  Finally, she went to the Buddha for help. She wanted her son back, alive. The Buddha promised to help, but only after she brings him a mustard seed from a family which has not suffered a loss. The woman went from door to door in her village. Of course, she could not find a family who had not suffered and eventually she gave up the search and accepted her son's death. The woman accepted her "now". In burying her son, she accepted that his life was in the past. Carrying his body around was carrying the past, hoping for a future that could not possibly be. All that ultimately made sense was to bury the boy's body and accept the truth of the present.  This is human life. There's loss. There's bad stuff. That's the same for all of us.

So, that's acceptance.  And now for the "radical" part of "radical acceptance".  I think of this as the "no one ever said it was going to be easy" part of acceptance.  I can easily accept when things go well.  I can easily accept good times, happy moods, sunny days.  Radical acceptance though is practicing accepting it all.  Bad times, bad moods, storms.  Even accepting when I can't accept and living with those moments, trying to be mindful through them, because really, this moment is all we have.  All we have is what life gives us.  It gives us good. It gives us bad. I even gives us great and horrible.  But it all is all we got.  So, each day, I try my best to radically accept it all.

BTW, I first heard of Radical Acceptance on a podcast given by Tara Brach, a clinical psychologist and Buddhist teacher.  Her podcasts can be downloaded on iTunes.  She also has a book titled, (yup, you guessed it!), "Radical Acceptance".  And although I do radically accept that I've yet to figure out how to underline when using blogspot, if anyone out there knows how, kindly, pass on your wisdom, so I may mindfully change my future.  Thanks.

Wednesday, April 2, 2008

Why I Read/Librarything

Librarything.com is an online site where you can list your books.  You can rate them, review them, find other people who've read them and see what else those folks have read.  It's a free service for the first 200 books you list, and then $10 per year or $25 for life if you wish to list more.  For a book-lover like me, it's crazy fun.  I also love it because now that I have a virtual place to store my books, I don't feel the need to actually keep the books I love for fear I'll forget about them (I do) if I can't see them.  I can keep my faves online, and request them from our public library system should I wish to reread them.

I started using librarything.com last week (to get to my list on it, see my sidebar) and have already entered over forty books.  Those of us who love reading, love it for different reasons and love reading different things.  I have two children, who when given a book recommendation, immediately ask, "Is it funny?"  My other child goes in for teen romance.  My husband gravitates toward contemporary American literary fiction.  Looking at my list, I see a strong pattern, too.  I'm looking for inspiration.  I like reading about people who are living the best lives they can - not career-wise, or materially, but by being the best person they can be.  But on reflection I notice, that these people and characters don't necessarily consciously make this a goal - it happens as they go about their life.  For example, in Franz Wizner's "Honeymoon with My Brother", after Wizner loses his high-paying job and fiance right before his wedding, he goes on what was to be his honeymoon trip with his brother, rather than lose the money he'd already paid toward the trip. As he and his brother keep traveling, he realizes that he doesn't want to go back to his old life of high profile jobs and he and his brother end up traveling to 53 countries in two years, learning about themselves, each other, and how much of the world lives. Many of the books on my list are memoirs, but the fiction I love, such as Barbara Kingsolver's "The Poisonwood Bible" and Larry McMurtry's "Lonesome Dove" have characters such as Leah Price, who is so overwhelmed by American supermarkets after living in Africa and Gus McRae, lazy, eccentric and the best friend a person can have. 

Which leads me to the last book I read: "Without a Map" by Meredith Hall.  Hall got pregnant in 1965 at the age of sixteen.  Shockingly (to me), without warning, prelude, or even a discussion, her mother upon learning of this, kicked Hall out of her house. She was allowed to live with her father and his wife for the duration of her pregnancy as long as she kept herself hidden from their neighbors and friends.  She was forced to give her baby up for adoption.  What I love about Hall's story, is that through it all, she remained an incredibly loving person, even forgiving her parents for their abandonment.  In an amazingly touching chapter, Hall writes of meeting with her 84 year old father, who she has only seen three times in thirty-six years.  He agrees to see her as long as she does not bring up the past.  Although she still longs for him to apologize for the way he's treated her, she knows that this won't happen.  Her agenda is that she wants to tell him that she loves him before he dies.  Wow.

So, that's what I'm looking for when I open a book.  Something I can strive for.  Something that shows me what greatness is.