Wednesday, March 13, 2019

Rhopaphoria

The painted lady butterfly

Last night there was a steady rain, almost sounded like sleet on the roof, lasting many hours. I always revel in this sound – it’s that sense of feeling cozy and sheltered in a warm house while it storms outside. It’s akin to chrysalism, i.e., “the amniotic tranquility of being indoors during a thunderstorm.” (Defined in the Dictionary of Obscure Sorrows).This morning was brightly lit and somewhat breezy. At some point I noticed what I first thought were leaves caught in a current of wind, flecks of bronze and gold flying by my window. I paid them no mind initially, then it came to me, the sleepyhead: this is March. This is not the season of autumn leaves. Perhaps they were sparrows—LBJs (little brown jobs), as a birder friend calls them?

Peering again, I see it’s a stream of butterflies – the ones known as painted ladies. Riding on the gusts like confetti, like petals tossed away from some cosmic bloom, effervescent, glittering and bejeweling the wind. A butterfly migration!

My heart lights up in this sweetest of spring storms.

What name might we give to the caught-in-a-breeze-of-butterflies sensation? I propose a combination of Rhopalocera, the taxonomic division within Lepidoptera designating butterflies, and euphoria: 

Rhopaphoria.

Thursday, March 7, 2019

Empathy, The Respiration of Love with Suffering

I attended the latter part of a workshop last Saturday led by Jacob Munhoz, psychotherapist and centering prayer practitioner. The title was “Contemplative Spirituality as a Path Toward Healing and Wholeness.” Weeks prior to the workshop, I had heard that he might discuss how a meditative practice could facilitate healing from trauma. I have long wondered about this after seeing folks well-versed in trauma therapies taking very cautious approaches to meditation – sometimes even warning against it, particularly in cases of complex trauma, and opting for somatic therapies (which, I agree, can benefit us all. Here is a sample somatic approach to releasing trauma). I have also met survivors who have had negative—or at least disconcerting—experiences with meditative practice. One woman confessed to me that she could not do centering prayer because the prospect of even ten minutes of relative stillness was terrifying. She feared what would be revealed within the stillness. Another friend initially loved meditation, but came to the conclusion that she was slipping into some kind of dissociative state – the protective maneuver she learned while being subjected to severe abuse as a child. While this state felt “good” to her, she felt it might just take her backwards – keep her stuck in a mode of bypass rather than moving forward into genuine healing.

Because centering prayer is a very gentle practice, it is unlikely to cause an overwhelming amount of unconscious material to burst into awareness (as some more intensive practices can). But part of the centering prayer’s “divine therapy,” to use Fr. Thomas Keating’s terminology, is the “unloading of the unconscious”—that is, the arising of previously unconscious emotional material into consciousness, often experienced as an unusual mix of feelings or images that may bear no relationship to the practitioner’s current mood or circumstances. This unloading is part of what enables healing: we become “unblocked” as the obstacles to grace and love—toxins embedded in our psychic tissues—come to the surface and are released.

And yet, a heavy bout of unloading can be rough. I had one of my most vivid, intense nightmares several days into an otherwise gloriously peaceful 10-day silent retreat—and in my adult life, I generally don’t have nightmares. I confided to a co-retreatant that the dream I’d had was so horrible, with images of violence that would make me close my eyes or “turn the channel” (on TV) if I were to see them in my waking life. He pointed out that the much of the news (and even entertainment) we’re exposed to every day is – of course – just that horrible. But being on retreat and going into such deep inward relaxation allowed an inner “de-freezing” to occur, fostering a releasing of material that I generally become numb to so that I can go about my day-to-day life without becoming overwhelmed.

That makes some sense.

But it also gives me pause. Is numbness my default? Have I – have we – become too desensitized to the pain of the human condition? Do I over-consume—media, movies, books, information—in a way that has calloused over my spirit? How does one keep the heart of flesh from becoming a heart of stone?

There are those who live with the conundrum on the other end of this spectrum: They are highly sensitive to the pain of the human condition and may be prone to becoming overwhelmed by the injustices in the world. They have a deep capacity for compassion but may become immobilized if they are blown away when encountering suffering.

And maybe the majority of folks reside somewhere between these poles – or perhaps bounce back and forth between them. (My personal suspicion is that numbness, be it comfortable or uncomfortable, is where a good portion of us in this country live). Whatever the case may be: How might one learn to live fully and engage compassionately in a world full of suffering without becoming overwhelmed by it?

Like a tongue testing the soreness beneath a tooth, it’s one of those perennial questions I keep returning to.

The final experiential exercise in Jacob Munhoz’s workshop spoke to this question. He called it “Learning to Live in the Axial Moment.”

(I want to preface this by saying that he told people it was okay if they didn’t want to engage in this exercise—to give ourselves permission to sit it out if it felt like too much.)

First he showed a slide, a photograph of a small brown-skinned girl standing alone on a beach. Her wet hair curled tightly around her face. She was crying hard, her mouth agape in an expression of terror and sorrow. We were allowed some time to just take this image in and sit with the feelings that emerged.

I was surprised to feel the tears come to my eyes. The moment somehow cut through the unconscious emotional buffer I tend to put up against these realities. This girl was likely a refugee, I thought, now orphaned and alone in a strange country.

Jacob then gave this direction: “Imagine that you step into their circle of suffering with one foot while your other foot is grounded in love which transcends suffering, grounded in the openhearted state, grounded in Presence.”

(For me, this “openhearted state” is where I go to in contemplative prayer: a spacious place of naked sincerity, the undefended place, wordlessly grateful and humbly present before the Mystery that I have come to call God. I float there, gently caught up in what feels like a warm, inexplicable current of love.)

Next, we practice the “axial moment:”
1 – “Leaning in to the suffering, touch it with love and connect with the person who is suffering by breathing in their suffering.” (Included on a worksheet, there were questions accompanying each part of the moment, e.g.: “What sensations do I feel within my body? What impulses am I feeling arising within me? How am I experiencing energy moving within my body? What images are arising? What emotions are arising?” Etc.)
2 – “Leaning out into the more spacious place that transcends suffering, breathe out the person’s suffering into love.”
3 – “Still leaning back, breathe love in.”
4 – “Lean forward again into the person’s suffering and breathe love out into their suffering.”
5 – “Repeat.”

This exercise reminded me a lot of the Buddhist practice of Tonglen – at least what I have learned of it from reading Pema Chodron. What I appreciate in Jacob’s rendering of it is the initial grounding of “one foot” in openhearted loving presence. From that stance, you breathe in the other’s suffering. Tilting back into openhearted presence, you exhale the suffering into the larger current of love. Then you breathe in love before again leaning into the place of suffering and exhaling the love there.

I see this as an exercise – and perhaps even a form of prayer – that offers a model and an experiential “how to” on engaging empathetically without becoming overwhelmed by the weight of suffering. The implication is that empathy requires “feeling with” – actually taking on (breathing in) of some of the burden—quite the opposite of numbness. But continuing to return to the openhearted space of loving Presence gives us a sustenance that restores us, prevents overwhelm or burnout—and provides medicine that we can take back to the place of suffering.

Praying / practicing this way is, I think, a deep form of petitional prayer. Not because it’s going to magically end the world’s suffering or solve all problems, but because it exercises and strengthens one’s capacity to step into suffering from a space of presence, humility (groundedness), and love.

It is the capacity we need now in our dying, crying world.

(By the way, I chatted with Jacob for a few brief minutes after the workshop. I told him about the folks I know who have qualms about contemplative practices for survivors of severe trauma and asked for his opinion on this issue. He agreed that caution is warranted. For survivors who are new to meditation, he would suggest starting with very brief sits, perhaps five minutes, and gradually lengthening them. They would also benefit from working with a skilled therapist who also has an ongoing contemplative practice.)

Tuesday, March 5, 2019

A Fat Tuesday Haiku


       









Heads up, my Mardi
Gras munchers. Midnight means no
more microwave s'mores.