Wednesday, March 29, 2023

In Wild Mercy, Mirabai Starr Shares the Transformational Path of the Female Mystic

I just can't express how much I love this book and the wisdom, heart and soul, compassion and love of its author, Mirabai Starr. A profound and sacred treasure. Wow... Deepest bow. 🙏💗 Molly

Wild Mercy: Living the Fierce and
Tender Women Mystics

By 

Every so often, we come across a work so perfectly timely that it seems truly divinely inspired, and the recent release of Mirabai Starr’s book Wild Mercy: Living The Fierce and Tender Wisdom of the Women Mystics is a perfect case in point. As we look out at a world that is often characterized by #MeToo, open racism, and extreme divisiveness, we find a healing balm in Mirabai’s exquisitely articulate and insightful invitation to all of us to explore – and ultimately to embody – the fierce compassion and timeless wisdom of women mystics throughout history.

Wild Mercy is, in a word, extraordinary. It draws upon the power of story, spiritual practice, and myriad mystical and philosophical traditions. The words are crafted by an author with a rare gift for weaving these traditions together masterfully and making them effortlessly accessible to 21st century seekers.

The Stories of Mystics

As readers, we’re guided expertly on a journey that introduces us to inspiring mystics including the author’s namesake Mirabai, the Indian saint Anandamayi Ma, Saint Teresa of Ávila, the Sufi ecstatic Rabia of Basra, the Christian yogi Hildegard of Bingen, and the 18th-century Japanese poet (and Basho protĂ©gĂ©) Chiyo-ni.

Delving just as deeply into our own time, we also meet remarkable contemporary mystics, healers, and activists. We are introduced to Zen traumatic bereavement specialist and feminine mystic exemplar Dr. Joanne Cacciatore (“Dr. Jo”). We hear from Christena Cleveland, an African-American social scientist, educator, and theologian who explores the realms of privilege and marginalization from a spiritual perspective. In the pages, we meet Syrian-American Muslim rapper, peacemaker and poet Mona Haydar, as well as forgiveness facilitator Ondrea Levine.

Men Are Welcome Here

A quick note to any men who might feel that this book is not addressed to them: Mirabai offers a clear, concise invitation to fully engage with and respect the realm of this deep feminine wisdom. She says, “Men are welcome here. You just don’t get to boss us around or grab our breasts or solve our problems.”

The Unifying Thread of Feminine Wisdom

It has often been said that mystics from any tradition usually share more in common with one another than they do with more orthodox practitioners of their source tradition. Nowhere have I found this to be more true than in the all-too-rarely-elucidated realm of the women mystics. The unifying thrust of the sacred feminine inquiry extends far beyond the tenets of any one religion or cosmology.

Inclusivity and the Divine  

Wild Mercy shows us pathways and perspectives that reconcile radically different ideological and spiritual divides. This can include the nurturing inclusivity of the Mother holding the wounded child who has hurt others, weaving together the paths of the “householder” with that of the ascetic, and a radical simultaneous holding of dualistic and non-dualistic spiritual worldviews. For example, how many of us have heard the dualistic Bhakti adage, “I don’t want to BE the sugar, I want to TASTE the sugar?” Here we find an invitation large enough to allow us to embrace both sides of this apparent paradox.

Spiritual Solutions for the Modern Age

Throughout Wild Mercy, Mirabai makes a clear case that the solutions to some of the most seemingly intractable issues of our time lie in embracing and embodying the skillful response of the feminine mystic. These issues include the vitriolic polarization so ascendant in this era, or the blatant, tragic disrespect and contempt that fuel racism, sexism, xenophobia, or even the environmental crises that threaten to eradicate life itself. As the author writes, “Rather than delineate perpetrators and victims, sacred and profane, physical and metaphysical, the feminine welcomes everyone to the table. Like the Great Mother herself, the feminine mystic does not view creation as a damaged object in need of repair but rather as a beloved child in need of care.”

Walking the Path of the Feminine Mystic

Mirabai continues, “To walk as a feminine mystic in this world is to recognize that our lives are interpenetrated with the lives of all sentient beings and that the One we love shines from every nexus in that web of interbeing. Whenever we tend to a single strand, we are participating in the care of the whole. When we turn our face from the suffering of any being and walk away, we are exiling ourselves from our Beloved.”

The path of the woman mystic is one on which we fully engage with all aspects of life. Following this path means that we find a way to simultaneously hold the worlds of devotion and non-duality, avoiding the “trap that sets up devotion and non-dualism as mutually exclusive.” We are invited into a peaceful coexistence of the devotional and non-dual paths arising from “moments of rapture in the face of the most ordinary phenomena, in which our particular embodied experience gives way to an undifferentiated melding with All That Is.”

Mirabai says that the path of the woman mystic “…is about becoming as fully present as possible to the realities of the human experience… Instead of engaging spiritual practice as a contraption to catapult us up and out of this relative world, the feminine mystic shows up right here, in the center of the incarnational experience. We bless the messy wonder of it all, the experience of being human… It is by showing up for the full encounter with reality that we discover our hidden wholeness, which was, of course, present all along.”

Lessons from the Vast Spiritual Terrain

It is nearly impossible to convey the vastness of the spiritual terrain Mirabai so expertly elucidates in this work. And it is coupled with one of the most authentic, vulnerable and eloquent voices I’ve had the pleasure to read. In only 264 pages, we are brought fully into the realm of the sacred feminine in so many forms: Quan Yin, Tara, Sophia, Shekinah, Mary, Fatima, Kali, Durga, Saraswati, Sita, Shakti, Gaia, Spider Grandmother (cocreator and sustainer of the world), Pachamama, and Demeter (the Greek goddess of the harvest and fertility).

Perhaps Demeter is one of the most significant characters in this work, as her story is so archetypally connected to the tragic death of the author’s fourteen-year-old daughter Jenny. Demeter was able to negotiate having her beloved daughter Persephone returned from the underworld for half of the year, but in spite of all of Mirabai Starr’s excruciating grief and “rowing my boat across the waters of death, calling her name,” Mirabai received no such dispensation.

Yet even here we find a hidden gift and revelation. “Sometimes it appears as if it is when we are most radically shattered that the boundless grace of divine Love comes pouring in…We are conditioned to see death and painful longing as problems to be solved rather than as sacred landscapes to be revered.”

Footsteps for the Grief-Stricken

Following the courageous path that she expertly elucidates throughout the book, Mirabai Starr opted to transform the excruciating lifelong pain of losing her daughter Jenny into the creative endeavor of writing this book.

She provides footsteps for the grief-stricken to follow. “The only thing that helped me make sense of what happened to me was to show up for others as they showed up for the immensity of what had happened to them…This alchemy could not have occurred had I not taken the journey of descent.”

As Mirabai makes abundantly clear, this loss that will live forever in her heart also alchemically became the impetus for creating Wild Mercy. And, inevitably, all of us face grief, loss, and the reality that everything in the material domain changes and ends. Rather than attempting to distract and disengage ourselves, the author reminds us that, “The path of the feminine mystic invites us into direct connection with the heart of our pain, where we may harness the power of our loss to create intimacy with the sacred.”

Wild Mercy as a Guiding Light

Wild Mercy is simply one of the most important and relevant spiritual books of our time. I invite you to follow the lead of Mirabai Starr and countless women sages throughout history, and to use this masterful exploration of the sacred Feminine as a guiding light for your unique voyage of spiritual transformation and healing service to this world. Isn’t it the other way around? Rather than tasting the sugar we can be the sugar?   

 

Benjy Wertheimer

An award-winning musician, composer, vocalist and multi-instrumentalist equally accomplished on tabla, percussion, esraj, guitar, and keyboards, Benjy Wertheimer has performed and recorded with such artists as Krishna Das, Deva Premal and Miten, Jai Uttal, Walter Becker of Steely Dan, virtuoso guitarist Michael Mandrell, tabla master Zakir Hussain, and renowned bamboo flute master G. S. Sachdev.

He has also opened for such well-known artists as Carlos Santana, Paul Winter, and Narada Michael Walden. Benjy is a founding member of the internationally acclaimed world fusion ensemble Ancient Future.

He began his musical studies at age five, starting with piano and later violin, flamenco guitar, and Afro-Cuban percussion. Benjy has been a student of Indian classical music for over 35 years, sitting with some of the greatest masters of that tradition, including Alla Rakha, Zakir Hussain, Ali Akbar Khan and Z. M. Dagar. Along with the Grateful Dead’s Mickey Hart, he was a contributing composer and member of the Zakir Hussain Rhythm Experience.

Trained in audio engineering at San Francisco State University, Benjy is also very much in demand as a producer, engineer and studio session musician. For over five years, Benjy scored music for the internationally syndicated NBC series Santa Barbara, and his CD Circle of Fire went to #1 on the international New Age radio charts.

Making his home in Portland, Oregon, he now tours internationally in the kirtan group Shantala (with his wife Heather) and as part of the kirtan “supergroup” The Hanumen.

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Mirabai Starr: Encounters With the Sacred

 Wisdom Quotes from
Mirabai Starr

I invite you to abandon your efforts to fix yourself and instead reclaim your innate beauty and worth as a luminous cell in the body of Mother Earth.

There is a secret place. A radiant sanctuary. As real as your own kitchen. More real than that. Constructed of the purest elements. Overflowing with the ten thousand beautiful things. Worlds within worlds. Forests, rivers. Velvet coverlets thrown over featherbeds, fountains bubbling beneath a canopy of stars. Bountiful forests, universal libraries. A wine cellar offering an intoxication so sweet you will never be sober again. A clarity so complete you will never again forget. This magnificent refuge is inside you. Enter. Shatter the darkness that shrouds the doorway… Believe the incredible truth that the Beloved has chosen for his dwelling place the core of your own being because that is the single most beautiful place in all of creation.

For women mystics, contemplative life is not so much a matter of transcending the illusions of mundane existence or attaining states of perfect equanimity as it is about becoming as fully present as possible to the realities of the human experience. In showing up for what is, no matter how pedestrian or tedious, how aggravating or shameful, the what is begins to reveal itself as imbued with holiness. How do we make space in our lives for this kind of sacred seeing?

Sometimes it appears as if it is when we are most radically shattered that the boundless grace of divine Love comes pouring in…We are conditioned to see death and painful longing as problems to be solved rather than as sacred landscapes to be revered.

The only thing that helped me make sense of what happened to me was to show up for others as they showed up for the immensity of what had happened to them…This alchemy could not have occurred had I not taken the journey of descent.  

It’s that keeping the heart open, even in hell, makes space for the Beloved. It is in the darkest nights of our souls, when all we know is that we know nothing, that the presence of the sacred may quietly well up, mingling with our pain and connecting us to a love that will never die.

So you sit down to meditate not only because it helps you to find rest in the arms of the formless Beloved but also because it increases your chances of being stunned by beauty when you get back up. Encounters with the sacred that radiate from the core of the ordinary embolden you to cultivate stillness and simple awareness. In the midst of a world that is begging you to distract yourself, this is no easy practice. Yet you keep showing up. You are indomitable. You are thirsty for wonder.

Mystics seem to have no shame about contradicting themselves left and right. They blithely proclaim that the cure for pain is in the pain itself and that the cry of longing is the sigh of merging. That's because the path of the mystic reconciles contradictory propositions (such as harrowing sorrow and radical amazement) and blesses us with an extended capacity to sit with ambiguity, to treasure vulnerability, to celebrate paradox as the highest truth.

We would much rather be undefined than ordained in traditions that don’t fit our curves.

Your God would never punish you for being a human being: this life itself is your penance...But it is also more than that: it is a crucible for transformation. Each trial, every loss, is an opportunity for you to meet suffering with love and make of it an offering, a prayer. The minute you lift your pain like a candle the darkness vanishes, and mercy comes rushing in to heal you.

When we show up to make art, we need to get still enough to hear what wants to be expressed though us, and then we need to step out of the way and let it. We must be willing to abide in a space of not knowing before we can settle into knowing.

The heaven to which Jesus points is the spaciousness within ourselves—one that makes room for those who threaten us, for those who are different, even for those who have betrayed us.

Rather than delineate perpetrators and victims, sacred and profane, physical and metaphysical, the feminine welcomes everyone to the table. Like the Great Mother herself, the feminine mystic does not view creation as a damaged object in need of repair but rather as a beloved child in need of care. 

Our capacity to forgive is our superpower.  

The more you turn inward, the more available the sacred becomes. When you sit in silence and turn your gaze toward the holy mystery you once called God, the mystery follows you back out into the world. When you walk with purposeful focus on breath and birdsong, your breathing and the twitter of the chickadee reveal themselves as miracles.

Sometimes God feels very far away, and so we long for God. Not because we believe that God and self are ultimately existentially separate, but because here in the midst of our relative reality our souls yearn to return to where we come from: Absolute Love.

To walk as a feminine mystic in this world is to recognize that our lives are interpenetrated with the lives of all sentient beings and that the One we love shines from every nexus in that web of interbeing. Whenever we tend to a single strand, we are participating in the care of the whole. When we turn our face from the suffering of any being and walk away, we are exiling ourselves from our Beloved.

Shabbat is about harmony. It’s about restoring balance—the balance between the masculine and feminine aspects of our own souls and the balance of power between women and men. It’s about building community and remembering our interdependence with each other and with the Earth herself, taking responsibility for our habits of consumption and allowing ourselves to rest and recharge. Shabbat is about forging a direct relationship with the Shekinah, the feminine face of God. It’s about taking refuge in her arms. Her time of exile is over now. We do not need to keep sending her away. We are called now to reinstate the feminine to her rightful place in our lives, in our relationships, and throughout creation. She belongs here and it’s time to celebrate her presence, draw on her strength, drink in her consolation, and let her guide us in repairing the world. 

Mirabai Starr
From Wild Mercy: Living the Fierce and Tender
Wisdom of the Women Mystics
 

Tuesday, March 28, 2023

May Sarton: Unison Benediction

Photo by Molly

Unison Benediction
 
Return to the most human,
nothing less will nourish the torn spirit,
the bewildered heart,
the angry mind:
and from the ultimate duress,
pierced with the breath of anguish,
speak of love.
 
Return, return to the deep sources,
nothing less will teach the stiff hands a new way to serve,
to carve into our lives the forms of tenderness
and still that ancient necessary pain preserve.
 
Return to the most human,
nothing less will teach the angry spirit,
the bewildered heart;
the torn mind,
to accept the whole of its duress,
and pierced with anguish…
at last, act for love.
 
May Sarton
 

Grace Lee Boggs: We Can Grow Our Souls

 
Wisdom Quotes from
Grace Lee Boggs

I think people are really looking for some way whereby we can grow our souls rather than our economy. I think that at some level, people recognize that growing our economy is destroying us. It's destroying us as human beings, it's destroying our planet. I think there's a great human desire for solutions, for profound solutions and that nothing simple will do it. It really requires some very great searching of our souls.

The main reason why Western civilization lacks Spirituality, or an awareness of our interconnectedness with one another and the universe, according to Gandhi, is that it has given priority to economic and technological development over human and community development.

Real poverty is the belief that the purpose of life is acquiring wealth and owning things. Real wealth is not the possession of property but the recognition that our deepest need, as human beings, is to keep developing our natural and acquired powers to relate to other human beings.

Being a victim of oppression in the United States is not enough to make you revolutionary, just as dropping out of your mother's womb is not enough to make you human. People who are full of hate and anger against their oppressors or who only see Us versus Them can make a rebellion but not a revolution. The oppressed internalize the values of the oppressor. Therefore, any group that achieve power, no matter how oppressed, is not going to act differently from their oppressors as long as they have not confronted the values that they have internalized and consciously adopted different values. 

History is not the past. It is the stories we tell about the past. How we tell these stories triumphantly or self-critically, metaphysically or dialectally has a lot to do with whether we cut short or advance our evolution as human beings.
 
At the core of the problem is an obsolete factory model of schooling that sorts, tracks, tests, and rejects or certifies working-class children as if they were products on an assembly line. The purpose of education, I said, cannot be only to increase the earning power of the individual or to supply workers for the ever-changing slots of the corporate machine. Children need to be given a sense of the 'unique capacity of human beings to shape and create reality in accordance with conscious purposes and plans. 
 
We are beginning to understand that the world is always being made fresh and never finished; that activism can be the journey rather than the arrival; that's struggle doesn't always have to be confrontational but can take the form of reaching out to find common ground with the many others in our society who are also seeking ways out from alienation, isolation, privatization, and dehumanization by corporate globalization.
 
With the end of empire, we are coming to an end of the epoch of rights. We have entered the epoch of responsibilities, which requires new, more socially-minded human beings and new, more participatory and place-based concepts of citizenship and democracy.

Civil and voting rights for blacks didn’t come from the White House or from masses demonstrating in front of the White House. They came after the Montgomery Bus Boycott of 1955–56, the Freedom Rides in 1961, the Children’s Crusade in Birmingham in 1963, the Mississippi Freedom Summer and Freedom Schools in 1964, and the Selma-to-Montgomery march in 1965. In other words, they came only after hundreds of thousands of black Americans and their white supporters had accepted the challenge and risks of ourselves making or becoming the changes we want to see in the world. Women’s leadership in the public sphere didn’t come from the White House or from CEOs. It came only after millions of women came together in small consciousness-raising groups to share stories of our “second sex” lives. Today’s good news is that Americans in all walks of life have begun to create another America from the ground up in many unforeseen ways. In our bones we sense that this is no ordinary time. It is a time of deep change, not just of social structure and economy but also of ourselves.
 
We urgently need to bring to our communities the limitless capacity to love, serve, and create for and with each other. We urgently need to bring the neighbor back into our hoods, not only in our inner cities but also in our suburbs, our gated communities, on Main Street and Wall Street, and on Ivy League campuses.

A revolution that is based on the people exercising their creativity in the midst of devastation is one of the great historical contributions of humankind.
 
I am often asked what keeps me going after all these years. I think it is the realization that there is no final struggle. Whether you win or lose, each struggle brings forth new contradictions, new and more challenging questions. As Alice Walker put it in one of my favorite poems: I must love the questions themselves as Rilke said like locked rooms full of treasures to which my blind and groping key does not yet fit. 
 
As Jimmy Boggs used to remind us, revolutions are made out of love for people and for place. He often talked about loving America enough to change it. 'I love this country,' he used to say, 'not only because my ancestors' blood is in the soil but because of what I believe it can become.' Love isn't just something you feel. It's something you do everyday when you go out and pick the paper and bottles scattered the night before on the corner, when you stop and talk to a neighbor, when you argue passionately for what you believe in with whoever will listen, when you call a friend to see how they're doing, when you write a letter to the newspaper, when you give a speech and give 'em hell, when you never stop believing that we can all be more than what we are. In other words, Love isn't about what we did yesterday; it's about what we do today and tomorrow and the day after.

Grace Lee Boggs