Leaning Towards Zero

May 17, 2020 | Blog

 

This time of quarantine has provided a powerful space for inner reckoning. I don’t know about you, but for me this has been a deeply stilling, provocative and annihilating time.

Most moments, I find myself surprisingly speechless. Less words, more presence, less complexity, more mundane simplicity, less striving, more wondering, more knowing and unknowing, more human, more unchanging ground of being.

It feels like we are in a hot fire—globally, collectively, communally, personally. And how we each make use of this fire, alone and together, will determine much of what is to follow.

It’s a fire of holy not knowing. The holy shitness of “I really don’t know.”

Will it get worse before it gets better? We don’t know. Will this virus come knocking at our door? We don’t know. Will our children ever go back to school and sit side-by-side their classmates again? We just don’t know. What will become of our cultural and global economy? Our livelihoods? Our democracy? We don’t know, we don’t know.

It’s a tremendous emptying; a leaning into Zero.

What’s asking to be surrendered—at the largest levels, and also at the most intimate, internal, personal levels of our being?

What am I willing to put in the fire? What are you willing to put in the fire? What is our culture willing to put in the fire in service of the whole? What are the world’s wealthiest and most privileged communities willing to put in the fire?

What battles, wars, lies, betrayals, addictions, dichotomizations and polarizations, self-righteous opinions and stances, are we willing to lay down, in honor of LIFE and truth and love and freedom?

What truly brings our lives meaning? What soothes us when we can’t reach for familiar comforts or busyness or assurances of relative security? What brings us any sense of real connection, community and belonging?

We are being asked to face our collective dysfunction, our addictive strategies for avoidance, for going to sleep on the essential, and our relentless agendas for personal comfort, success, importance, image and worth-fulness …

We are being asked to consider if we are willing to let go of the way things have been. Including the things we really enjoy and appreciate as bi-products of our collective dysfunction and addiction.

Adjustment is not often comfortable. I’m recalling all the chiropractic adjustments I’ve ever received, and how usually afterwards, when I’m finally apparently “aligned”, it hurts and sometimes gives me a headache, and causes my body to detox. Realignment can be extremely uncomfortable at first.

These times are asking me to sit and face myself and get very honest about what’s running underneath the surface appearances of my life. I’m being asked to consider what it is I want most of all (at all the levels—personal, familial, communal, collective, cultural, global) and what I’m willing to give and surrender for that to be so.

I sense I’m being schooled in a particular way on the purity of truth. As someone who has long considered myself a writer, a teacher, a healer, I’m reveling in the reality of how unnecessary it is to teach a thing, to give a thing, to impart or transmit another thing…. ZERO.

At the same time, I’m listening closely to what’s really being asked of me and asked of all of us…What IS necessary at this time? What IS my piece to say?  What’s the best use of my voice, my hands, my intelligence, my consciousness, my heart? What’s the best use of my one precious and fleeting life?

Every moment we have a choice of how to respond to what’s here. Every moment we are free to choose what we touch with our attention. Every moment we are free to choose what we give our mind and our heart’s presence to. With our choices we literally create our world. This is such a power. May we use it wisely!

I love you.  ~*~ J

Facebook Comments

More Blog Posts

Opening Wider & Diving Deeper into the Immeasurable Beauty & Pain of Life

It’s not a spiritual requirement to be fascinated by what inhibits our greatest aliveness; and somehow compelled to uncover and reveal surprising pathways to deeper freedom.

And yet it did resonate for me when recently I heard brilliant author Brene Brown say: “Our capacity for whole-heartedness can never be greater than our willingness to be broken-hearted.”

Yes, thank you. When we discover firsthand the direct relationship between meeting […]

Oedipal Bliss

My sweet boy Ezra Star (6.5) jumped onto my lap today, throwing his little arms around my neck, and apparently milking the Oedipal Phase for all it’s worth, announced: “You know, Mama? We can’t really get married to each other. Even if we wanted. Because you are 41, and I am 6 1/2. And it’s just NOT appropriate.”

I burst into giggles and kissed him on both delicious cheeks: “No? That wouldn’t be appropriate?” He laughed too: “No! Even though […]

Lessons of Choice, Failure & Forgiveness

n these last weeks I’ve been pondering the tender intersection of choice, failure, and forgiveness.

Always poignant topics inside a human life vulnerably given to the forces of love and loss, what has driven these issues directly and painfully home to my personal heart of late is the rather angst-filled decision to let our sweet, amazing dog, Ekara Faith, return to the breeder from whom we received her in December.

And let me assure you, right from the start of this tender story, that while it is an intensely difficult choice, I completely trust this is the right choice, the wisest, most compassionate choice~ for this incredibly beautiful dog (who will now be devotedly trained to become a service dog for someone in need) as well as for my broken-hearted family, who truly wants the best life for Ekara, even more than we want to get to love her personally.

After many months mixed with incredible love and intense challenge, realizing we had made a commitment to loving an intensely intelligent dog who needs (and deserves!) […]

Good Enough Again

Last Sunday I had one of those days. It was like a Jesua version of Alexander’s terrible, horrible, no good, very bad day.

One thing after another went askew. I won’t even bore or depress you with the detailed account of everything that went wrong. It was like a comedy of errors, except at the time it really didn’t seem funny to me at all.

All day long I barely held it together; triggered by circumstance, humbled by hormones, and challenged by life’s sometimes mean and messy ways.

Finally, when I arrived home that evening, late of course, I walked in the door and Ekara, our 5 month old puppy immediately jumped up onto me and tore a hole in my longtime favorite, most beautiful hooded sweater.

The one I wear every day, through all the seasons~ to work, to be cozy […]

The Blood Test: A Mundane Story of Wound & Repair

Yesterday I had to take my beloved boy Ezra (6) to get some follow-up blood work at the doctor office to investigate more thoroughly some of the numbers that had returned from the tests we had gotten the week prior. Nothing dramatically troubling at this point, just some slight abnormalities worthy of investigation.

Well, needless to say, getting blood drawn from his arm is not my boy’s favorite way to spend a free morning with his Mama. But Ezra is a pretty fearless soul by nature, and so he was buoyant and open-minded until the actual moment came, sitting on my lap in the lab, with the rubber tourniquet tight around his upper arm, while we removed the bandaids that had numbing cream under them, in support of inviting as painless a procedure as possible.

We watched as the nurse kindly and gently prepared the needle and vials in front of us, and then suddenly I felt Ezra tightening and tensing his body against mine, everything in his body instantly transforming into “No!”

The nurse opened the needle and I held his arm steady. And then he suddenly strongly twisted his arm out of the range, making the vein inaccessible, and began resisting, loudly, saying: […]

Heart-Fed Babies Become Heart-Led People

I loved having babies. I loved the relative simplicity of that chapter of parenting. Such a physically raw time, yes, wow; literally growing their bodies from my own flesh and blood, my milk, my chi, my sleeplessness given, helplessly, to the devoted care of these young mammals.

But I loved how my job then was to just feed them my heart, carry […]

The Consequence of Truthtelling; Taking a Bold Stand for Love

This is such a loaded time of year, isn’t it? It can be a beautiful time, yes. Full of sparkly lights and brisk walks bundled in layers, sweetly, arm in arm. In this part of the Northern Hemisphere it is a time of turning inward, into the darker months, shorter days....

A Bone to Pick with God

A couple weekends ago I received the space to finally dive, ceremonially, into the angst and heartache I was carrying following the immensely stressful ordeal we recently went through with my beloved 9 year old daughter Arayla, in which I had been painfully forced to...

A Shark and A Boat

I've noticed the children haven't wanted to speak a lot with each other about Arayla's hospital journey. They've just wanted to recalibrate to one another, to play joyously as well as quarrel in familiar ways. Ezra( almost 6) and I definitely needed to process upon...