I am inviting you into not knowing today. We are moving through a time of chaos where the mind may be reaching for a sense of control. Resistance to change is often an unconscious, habitual response of the mind. This is an invitation to let go of your stories about right and wrong, good and bad and move into a deeper knowing. To let this deeper knowing guide you.

Take a moment to just sit today.

Someplace quiet, maybe in nature.

Just sit quietly and listen.

No judging, no labeling, no understanding.

Just sit in the mystery.

In March, my mother passed away. She had stage four cancer so it should not have been a surprise and yet death is so mysterious that it is still shocking when I think about it. How is it that she is not here in a body? What happens after we die? Losing a loved one, let alone a parent, initiates us into a journey of transformation. An opportunity to reshuffle our priorities and perspectives. I keep finding myself wondering: what is this humaning really about? If consciousness continues after death, what will we see as we look back on our lives? What will we wish we had done or not done?

I’ve been thinking a lot lately about what these silent retreats are all about. I think it’s different for everyone, but there is a beautiful opportunity in this container for healing. A chance to open to forgiveness, acceptance and love… first for ourselves and then for the world around us. It may not be why people sign up, but it seems to be the underlying invitation.

I haven’t written in awhile. I’ve experienced some loss this year that has opened up opportunities for healing and transformation. This grief process has been supported by quiet reflection, time in nature and lots of space for feeling feelings. As I traverse both the inner work and the turbulent times we are in, I am finding that grounding and neutrality are my closest allies.

Over the past few years, I have found myself creating circles. Spaces where people can simply come together to sit, share, witness and heal. I didn’t really think too much about it when I started putting these offerings together, but now I am seeing how potent these circles can really be. In this current climate of chaos and destabilization, there is a increasing need to ground, to grieve, and to grow in connection with each other.

One of my friends often says, “Acceptance is the answer to all of my problems.” She is good at practicing acceptance. At seeing the opportunity, the silver lining, in what might be interpreted as the hard stuff in life. In meditation, we practice opening, softening and relaxing enough to allow all that arises. We practice this so that we can embrace reality in our moment to moment living. To let go of resistance so that we can flow WITH life instead of against it.

Today while I was sitting down to help my husband with some work, I had a thought pop into my head that I should check in with my heart. I put the work aside and closed my eyes, tuning into this space in my body. Did my heart feel open? Closed? Was there a message here? I spent some time just sitting with the sensations. I discovered some unacknowledged grief and allowed this feeling to emerge. I had some ideas about what it was about but I decided to stay with the sensations rather than go into the story or problem solving. I kept my attention on my heart and just breathed. As I followed the expansion and contraction of the breath, the feelings began to shift. I could sense my heart start to open and my body relax. It felt so good I just stayed with it. Waves of compassion and love started to pour through and out. I was amazed.

I’ve noticed that I’ve been daydreaming lately. The kind of dreams that you hope come true. My relationship with dreaming is a funny thing. Sometimes it’s hard for me to see beyond my current reality. To imagine the possibilities of health and happiness and joy that live in the potential. But sometimes it’s easier to dream. Does this level of ease depend on how resourced I am at the moment? Or maybe it’s intuition…what feels like a dream is really a vision of what’s coming.

The more intense the outside world gets, the more I find myself turning towards what is right in front of me…the drama of parenting teenage boys, the changing of the light as we move into fall, the call of the hawks as they practice flying in the ravine. I am compelled to reach for my own inner peace, to rely on what I know brings me into hope and love. Intuitively it feels like a time of transformation and so I am leaning into that, focusing on what I want to change in myself…less judgment, more patience, more allowing. I am envisioning the world I want to live in and trying to embody that vision in my moment to moment life. It seems to be the thing I have the most control over.

The invitation into silence is a daunting one. At the beginning of any silent retreat, the anticipation of stepping into the unknown, the stripping away of distractions, can be nerve-wracking at best. For both those new to or experienced in meditation practice, retreat offers this cliff-jump into the mystery. The surrender to silence takes courage. What contact will I make with my own being? Will grief find me? Anger? Joy? What unclaimed aspects will come home?

I made a beautiful discovery on this past retreat. It was the quiet, still, spacious experience of no efforting. I’ve visited here before, but there was something new about it this time. I realized that we may never need efforting in our lives. That the focus on productivity and control that creates stress is actually not necessary. That we have a choice in each moment about how we do our lives. I love this about retreat. These discoveries.

Earlier this week I noticed that I was unconsciously turning something over and over in the mind to find resolution. I was lost in a familiar pattern of dissociation from the present moment. Once I realized that I was doing this, I made the conscious decision to surrender. To let go of the rumination, let go of the attempt to control my experience. Surrender doesn’t mean letting go of life, it means letting go of the resistance to life.

I’ve received a big lesson this year that I wanted to share with you. It’s one that I’m working with in my own life and seeing play out all around me. I think it’s an important one and may be especially useful as we move through these turbulent times. The lesson is simple: I am fully responsible for my experience. It’s the invitation to move out of victim consciousness and see that everything that happens to us is happening for us. That everything I feel about anyone else is a reflection of how I feel about me.

When a struggle appears in my life, it comes through the body. It might feel like a constriction in my heart or unease in the belly. In my old way of being, the mind would immediately take over to attempt to understand the sensation. It would create a story to analyze, turning it over again and again, wrestling with it and working hard to resolve it. I would talk about it to anyone who would listen but often wouldn’t hear their feedback or wisdom. I think my mind liked having problems to solve.

This human experiment is challenging. We spend most of our time stuck in our 3D reality, focused on our human selves, trying to resolve our unconscious programming. We’ve forgotten the aspect of ourselves that exists outside of our sensory experience. And culturally, we have lost the myths and teachings that may have pointed us toward our true nature. When we meditate, we touch into the soul, the eternal aspect of ourselves. The part of us that doesn’t know fear, that only knows an “is-ness” that might be called love. The realization, the remembering, the reclamation of the embodiment of our soul is the call of spiritual awakening.

My 12 year old’s face is changing. When I get a chance to stare at him (today it was at his piano lesson), my heart feels like it’s breaking. All at once he seems to be the man he is becoming and the boy he is leaving behind. Parenting is an invitation to constantly let go, to open to such a deep groove of vulnerability you think you might not survive. Of course, we are always being invited to feel into this rawness. Life is brutally beautiful, tempting us to break open our own hearts to touch the staggering sensation of being alive in mortal bodies.

In this morning’s meditation sangha at St. John's, a baby cried for nearly thirty minutes while we sat together above the preschool entrance. We were reading a teaching from Thich Naht Hanh about peaceful communication. Specifically, the importance of listening to another’s expression of pain. I was enjoying sitting with these ideas, but when the baby started crying, I felt frustrated. It was hard to meditate with all that suffering going on! It didn’t take me long to see what was happening. I relaxed and made room in my system for the crying. It was easier than I thought.

One of my dearest friends just navigated the deeply challenging waters of childbirth. We spoke on the phone as she was feeling into the contractions that were beginning to come in consistent waves and my whole being instantly remembered this intense ebb and flow. As each contraction arrived, she paused to be present with it. “Thank goodness there are breaks,” she breathed at the end of a cycle.

I’ve been talking with a friend lately about the challenges of unraveling our childhood and cultural conditioning. We both have a perfectionist/people pleaser part of our personality that we have moved out of the driver’s seat over the past year. We laugh that some days it feels like we have landed in “Loserville.” When your worthiness is hooked into validation by others or achievement or anything outside of yourself, it feels pretty awful (and terrifying) when it isn’t there anymore.