Trump's grand and vulgar self-absorption is inviting all of us to examine our own selfishness. His ignorance calls us to attend to our own blind spots. The fears that he stokes and the isolation he promotes goad us to be braver, more generous.
James S. Gordon, founder of The Center for Mind-Body Medicine
The whipsaw of anger and sitting in stillness.
A long time ago Sophie began to seize and I began to resist.
A long time ago I placed the baby in the middle of the bed while she screamed and got into the shower, turned on the water and crouched there under it. The word drown covers both the sound and my life, in those moments.
A long time ago I also rocked my baby and recited a mantra as she screamed for hours and hours. I've written that sentence, juggling those words, over and over for the last two decades. Sometimes I write more than twenty years. A while back I wrote over ten years ago.
While the baby screamed I recited the words of Thich Naht Hanh over and over, aloud. Breathing in I calm myself, breathing out I smile.
When I feel most angry I sit with it feeling its flood. Lately, I go to water, swim back and forth, fluid and cutting.
Anger both cuts out the noise and is the noise. It is both distraction and diversion and the means to focus and sharpen.
Sophie and her seizures prepared me for resistance and for anger.
The peace that came was not something to work on, that I worked on but was, rather, imposed.
The story of the angel and Jacob, wrestling on a hill.
A little East of Jordan (145)
|Gaugin, The Vision After the Sermon (Jacob wrestling with the Angel), 1888|