Saturday, September 7, 2019

Dorothy Day: The Greatest Challenge

I love Dorothy Day! Let her inspire us! Let us think BIG, be COURAGEOUS, and LOVE! Let us seek those teachers, truth-tellers, spiritual teachers, visionaries, and courageous activists and authors and fierce Love, Justice, and Peace Warriors who inspire us to be our greater Selves! Let us join with them and all who have fought for a better world, one which cares for all. We can create a New Story to live by and work together to make this vision a reality. We can. We must. The eyes of the children are watching. And some day we will all be held accountable for the truth of whether or not we fought and stood in protection of them and of life on Earth. May we humans be ever more deeply engaged in a Revolution of the Heart. We are all connected, all related, all in this together. — Molly


The Courage, Vision, Wisdom, Love, and 
Beautiful Heart of Dorothy Day

The greatest challenge of the day is: how to bring about a revolution of the heart, a revolution which has to start with each one of us?


Food for the body is not enough. There must be food for the soul.

We plant seeds that will flower as results in our lives, so best to remove the weeds of anger, avarice, envy and doubt, that peace and abundance may manifest for all.

We have all known the long loneliness, and we have found that the answer is community. 

How necessary it is to cultivate a spirit of joy. It is a psychological truth that the physical acts of reverence and devotion make one feel devout. The courteous gesture increases one's respect for others. To act lovingly is to begin to feel loving, and certainly to act joyfully brings joy to others which in turn makes one feel joyful. I believe we are called to the duty of delight.

An act of love, a voluntary taking on oneself of some of the pain of the world, increases the courage and love and hope of all. 

***** 

We must always aim for the impossible; if we lower our goal, we also diminish our effort.

The biggest mistake sometimes is to play things very safe in this life and end up being moral failures.

To feed the hungry, clothe the naked and shelter the harborless without also trying to change the social order so that people can feed, clothe and shelter themselves is just to apply palliatives. It is to show a lack of faith in one’s fellows, their responsibilities as children of God, heirs of heaven.  

Our problems stem from our acceptance of this filthy, rotten system.

We need to change the system. We need to overthrow, not the government, as the authorities are always accusing the Communists 'of conspiring to teach [us] to do,' but this rotten, decadent, putrid industrial capitalist system which breeds such suffering in the whited sepulcher of New York.

Over and over again, people had to disobey lawful authority to follow the voice of their conscience. This obedience to God and disobedience to the State has, over and over again, happened throughout history. It is time again to cry out against our 'leaders,' to question (since it is not for us to say that they are evil) whether or not they are sane.

As we come to know the seriousness of the situation, the war, the racism, the poverty in our world, we come to realize that things will not be changed simply by words or demonstrations. Rather, it's a question of living one's life in a drastically different way.

We must talk about poverty, because people insulated by their own comfort lose sight of it.

Don't worry about being effective. Just concentrate on being faithful to the truth. 

People say, what is the sense of our small effort? They cannot see that we must lay one brick at a time, take one step at a time. A pebble cast into a pond causes ripples that spread in all directions. Each one of our thoughts, words and deeds is like that. No one has a right to sit down and feel hopeless. There is too much work to do.

*****

There is plenty to do, for each one of us, working on our own hearts, changing our own attitudes, in our own neighborhoods.

What I want to bring out is how a pebble cast into a pond causes ripples that spread in all directions. And each one of our thoughts, words and deeds is like that.

An individual can march for peace or vote for peace and can have, perhaps, some small influence on global concerns. But the same individual is a giant in the eyes of a child at home. If peace is to be built, it must start with the individual. It is built brick by brick.

You can spend your time agonizing or organizing. 

What we would like to do is change the world make it a little simpler for people to feed, clothe, and shelter themselves as God intended them to do. And, by fighting for better conditions, by crying out unceasingly for the rights of the workers, the poor, of the destitute the rights of the worthy and the unworthy poor, in other words we can, to a certain extent, change the world; we can work for the oasis, the little cell of joy and peace in a harried world. We can throw our pebble in the pond and be confident that its ever widening circle will reach around the world. We repeat, there is nothing we can do but love, and, dear God, please enlarge our hearts to love each other, to love our neighbor, to love our enemy as our friend. 

I cannot worry much about your sins and miseries when I have so many of my own. I can only love you all, poor fellow travelers, fellow sufferers. I do not want to add one least straw to the burden you already carry.

***** 

The older I get, the more I meet people, the more convinced I am that we must only work on ourselves, to grow in grace. The only thing we can do about people is to love them.

True love is delicate and kind, full of gentle perception and understanding, full of beauty and grace, full of joy unutterable. There should be some flavor of this in all our love for others. We are all one. We are one flesh in the Mystical Body as man and woman are said to be one flesh in marriage. With such a love one would see all things new; we would begin to see people as they really are, as God sees them. 

Love and ever more love is the only solution to every problem that comes up. If we love each other enough, we will bear with each other's faults and burdens. If we love enough, we are going to light that fire in the hearts of others. And it is love that will burn out the sins and hatreds that sadden us. It is love that will make us want to do great things for each other. No sacrifice and no suffering will then seem too much.

The final word is love. 
 

David Steindl-Rast: Prayer For Unity


Prayer For Unity

You, the One
From whom on different paths
all of us have come.

To Whom on different paths
All of us are going.
Make strong in our hearts what unites us.

Build bridges across all that divides us;
United make us rejoice in our diversity.

At one in our witness to your peace,
A rainbow of your glory.

Amen.

Br. David Steindl-Rast

Friday, September 6, 2019

Boundless, Boundless Gratitude

Mom and me, September 4th, 2019
This has been a tender and a powerful week coming out of ceremony over this past weekend. The focus of the Women of the 14th Moon Ceremony this year, which I've been participating in since 1999, was gratitude.

I shared briefly with my 93 year old mother about the ceremony and the focus, reflecting that last year the focus was on our preciousness how we're all born precious and that this year the focus was on gratitude. My mom was silent as she sat next to me at the dinner table in the dining room of her assisted living. Then I watched her eyes well up and a single tear slowly work its way down her check.

"Mom, I wonder what you're thinking right now?"

"Destiny."

Wow, this was a big word coming from my mother who's had Alzheimer's for years now. 

"I wonder what destiny means for you?" I inquired.

"Everyone has their own destiny," Mom replied. She then struggled to put more words together "I'm trying to think of how to explain it..." Then my mother asked, "Do you have people who you can confide in?" "Yes, there's you and Ron and good friends."

And that was it. There was no more that my mom could go on to say to clarify beyond these few words... although as she sat quietly with a serious look on her face and yet one more tear that slowly made its way down her cheek, I could feel her trying to put more words together that would make sense. But without success. And maybe this will be the only conversation that my mother and I ever have about destiny.

But we do talk about gratitude. A lot. 

And I couldn't imagine ever talking about gratitude or destiny or confiding in anyone with my first mother, the one who had been brutal and who had built impenetrable walls around her heart for most of our lives together — until 6-1/2 years ago when she was first treated for her mental illness. And the impossible became possible.

And once we were back in her apartment, and as I stood arranging flowers because it's "flower day," I could hear music playing from my teenage years through Mom's open door in the hallways of this wonderful assisted living where Mom has lived for nearly 6 years now. I can hardly say how weird and funny it sometimes is to hear songs like Born To Be Wild (my theme song at age 17) or G-L-O-R-I-A, etc. ringing through the hallways or dining room.

Or how indescribable it is to be arranging flowers in different vases with my sweet mom looking on which is something we do about every two weeks and hearing songs playing that take me back decades ago, sometimes triggering memories of a time when I was desperate to escape the same person who now sat beside me and whose shared moments together are such an exquisite treasure.

Wow....

In our women's ceremony this past weekend we were invited, as best as we can, to hold it all the pain and the joy, the trauma and the gratitude, the heartbreak and the gifts, the losses and the Grace and Love. Because this is life. This is being human. To have our hearts broken wide open again and again and, if we are deeply blessed, to find in those moments of great broken-heartedness some blessing, something to hold with deep gratitude.

There have been so many incredible teachers in my life. And this certainly includes my mother. And today I hold it all. Both mothers. And all the incredible teachings about who we truly are under all our flailing about and endless wandering and times of hurt and confusion. Under it all is the beauty of our true nature. It's always there, even when all evidence appears to say otherwise.

Every time I look into my mother's eyes, I am reminded of this today. This miracle follows the first 60 years of my life where my mother and I simply could not gaze into each other's eyes. For me, my mother was so not safe, so dangerous. And I had thought that my mother's soul was gone. I was so wrong.

And as I was saying goodbye after the flowers were done and placed about her apartment, my mama looked into my eyes and smiled and asked, "Who loves you?" And I smiled and pointed at Mom and said, "You do." She smiled and her inner light was bright and beautiful. And I asked my mother, "And who loves you?" And she continued smiling and responded, "You do."

For most of my life, my mother couldn't say, "I love you." That was the first mother, the one therapist after therapist had said that there was nothing that I could ever do to get my mother to love me...

Life can be so astonishing, so absolutely mind blowing and wild and amazing. And what extraordinary lessons we are offered. And, truly, as we shed layer after layer of our illusions and more and more of the fog clears, doesn't it become clear that we all here to learn about and embody Love?

This has certainly been my experience. And, today, and after many, many years of coming to see and dismantle the walls that I've unknowingly built against love, I am left with this overarching and boundless, boundless gratitude for the power of Grace and Love. And for the truth of the beauty that resides within us all. May we claim this beauty, this unlimited capacity to Love.

With wonder, gratitude, and love...
 Molly 

Tuesday, September 3, 2019

Patricia Lynn Reilly: Imagine a Woman

Just imagine...

   
Imagine a Woman

Imagine a woman who believes it is right and good 
that she is a woman
A woman who honors her experience and tells her stories,
Who refuses to carry the sins of others within her body and life.

Imagine a woman who believes that she is good,
A woman who trusts and respects herself,
Who listens to her own needs and desires, and then 
meets them with tenderness and grace.

Imagine a woman who believes that she 
belongs in the world,
A woman who celebrates her own life,
and who is glad to be alive.

Imagine a woman who has acknowledged the 
past’s influence on the present,
A woman who has walked through her past,
and who has healed into the present.

Imagine a woman in love with her own body,
A woman who believes that her body is enough, just as it is,
Who celebrates her body as a trustworthy companion,
and views its rhythms and cycles as an exquisite resource.

Imagine a woman who embraces her sexuality as her own,
A woman who delights in pleasuring herself, who experiences 
all of her erotic feelings and sensations without shame or guilt.

Imagine a woman who honors the face of the 
Goddess in her own changing face,
A woman who celebrates the accumulation
of her years and her wisdom
Who refuses to use her precious life energy to 
disguise the changes in her body and life.

Imagine a woman who authors her own life,
A woman who exerts, initiates, and moves on her own behalf,
Who refuses to surrender except to her truest self 
and her wisest voice.

Imagine a woman who names her own gods,
A woman who imagines the divine in her own image and likeness,
Who designs her own spirituality and allows it to inform her daily life.

Imagine a woman who values the women in her life,
A woman who sits in circles of women
Who is reminded of the truth about herself when she forgets.

Imagine a shameless woman who is full of herself,
A powerful woman who has awakened to the truth about herself
A courageous woman who has assumed her rightful place beside men
A wise woman whose beliefs about herself are reflected 
in all of her relationships.

Imagine yourself as this woman.


Patricia Lynn Reilly
From A God Who Looks Like Me