(Bear with me through these rough drafts, where I'm trying to make sense of things, which if not shared now, will never be. I love my friend Wess Daniel's concept and site called Nurse Log where he explains that " a digital garden is a place in-between your personal notes and final publications on blogs and articles. It's a place where ideas get worked out, articulated, and grow into something more useful later." (I'm brazenly stealing this concept!)
I'd like to share a "delight" (thanks Ross Gay, The Book of Delights and Maia Dery for sharing Ross Gay)…a delight in the way that stumbling around, even in the ether of the internet can reveal beautiful fragments and snippets to weave into whatever you might be creating, and breadcrumbs that point the way towards somewhere you might be headed, which might be right here, right now. This recent internet revelatory delight was a short Advent message (I know...it's February now) offered by Cynthia Bourgeault, Wisdom teacher extraordinaire (who I also stumbled upon when I needed her most - when I was ready for her). I love Cynthia's combination of sharpness and softness, her way with words, her strength and humility, and the way she stays with "unknowing" while illuminating so much that was previously in the shadows. I'll note for friends unfamiliar, that this is a pretty polished video for Cynthia, who is so refreshingly unpolished. I'll also say that she is a Mystic within a Christian framework, but that framework is Wisely permeable, with elegant fluidity.
I keep finding Cynthia's B's teaching and sharing to be full of such unexpected delights. I say unexpected but what is, I think, actually going on is that she keeps blowing the dust and dirt off of truths that are fundamental to Love and being human. This Advent message, for me at least, captures so much about what spiritual "consent" is about, as coupled with "action," and how deepening embodiment of our humanness unlocks our souls to join in the cosmic dance (Thomas Merton). When listening to Cynthia's Advent message, poet/writer Ross Gay and his Book of Delights came immediately to mind - a confluence of delight all on its own! Ross Gay's beautifully and generously shared ways of attending to found moments, objects, words, breath, movement, looks, touches, light and darkness in his everyday, seems an extraordinary way of mapping meaning. Consenting to these delights, letting them have their way with him, seems a courageously participatory way to live...letting go, being found, being vulnerable, saying "yes" - not knowing which way the delights will take him - a sort of free fall with faith that something is holding it all together.
From his interview with Krista Tippett in her OnBeing podcast: "But in the process of thinking about it, I have really been thinking that joy is the moments — for me, the moments when my alienation from people — but not just people, from the whole thing — it goes away. And it shrinks. If it was a visual thing, everything becomes luminous. And I love that mycelium, forest metaphor, that there’s this thing connecting us. And among the things of that thing connecting us is that we have this common experience — many common experiences, but a really foundational one is that we are not here forever."
And from his Book of Delights, essay 14: Joy is Such a Human Madness: “Among the most beautiful things I’ve ever heard anyone say came from my student Bethany, talking about her pedagogical aspirations or ethos, how she wanted to be as a teacher, and what she wanted her classrooms to be. She said, ‘What if we joined our wildernesses together?’ Sit with that for a minute. That the body, the life, might carry a wilderness, an unexplored territory, and that yours and mine might somewhere, somehow, meet. Might, even, join.. And that’s a joining — a “joy-ning.” So that’s sort of how I think about it....For joining, too, is a kind of annihilation.
So I've been thinking about this concept of Mary's consent - her saying yes - and how it's related to our everyday, ordinary lives, full of opportunities for consent, courage, joining, action and even, to use Ross Gay's word, annihilation. Mary is, in a deep way, the "why" of the (Advent) story. Cynthia says that "in her bearing, she models, in this richly feminine and gentle time of annunciation, gestation and child birthing, she models what it means to be an active co-creator and participant in a world in which the treasure of God was not sent as a remediation of sin, but a crowning revelation about what it means to live with one foot in the finite world and one in the infinite bridging the gap in our hearts."
In the video, Cynthia shares the poem Annunciation by Denise Levertov in which the poet paints a picture of the psyche/state of being of a person (Mary) we often see as a model of passive surrender...."but she (Mary) illuminates an active participational intelligence. Mary, modeling courage...the way of the heart."
(from Annunciation)
courage.
did not enter her without consent.
Cynthia says that Advent is when we typically think of ourselves as waiting. But Levertov's poem offers this wonderful flip...God is doing the waiting: "the contemplative act of courage and contemplative intelligence is indeed an act of seeing, participation, a yes that is not passive but active."
In this Advent message, Cynthia goes on to say that "it takes the whole power, profundity, human depth, physical depth of the God bearer-the earth, our planet-to bring forth in human form what the always uncreated, brilliant light of love is like." So, she shares her hope that during this time (she's speaking of Advent) "may it not be just in a stable without... but within your own heart in your own human flesh and form that the rays of this uncreated light may shine forth in you and radiate your entire ordinary life with the glow of the eternal from which it is always emerging and into which we are always returning." Further, she says "suppose this world isn't a mistake, a myth, a fall but suppose it's precisely these conditions of fragility, finitude, density....which allows the divine heart when it is focused and brought to radiance in the heart of a human being who is actively, courageously, intelligently receptive. Then we have the real co-creation of the "Christ," (and the meaning here is...) the infinite love in finite form.
And so, Ross Gay shares his gorgeous mapping tools of attending to the physical, the "God bearer - the earth, our planet" and abiding with daily delights, full of "fragility, finitude and density." Keys to this map are described so well by Letitia Montgomery-Rodgers in her review of Gay's book (for Orion Magazine): "His delights are wide-ranging and unrestrained, the greater of them often interrupted by smaller ones in a chain of digressions. These smaller delights, tossed off on the way to somewhere else, serve as unobtrusive reminders of delight’s many textures and the fact that, although omnipresent, delight isn’t universal. Some of Gay’s delights beckon and invite, their doors thrown open in celebration. Others stand like rocks in a stream, bearing an enduring, almost obstinate, witness. Wherever Gay finds his delight, he offers intimacy, rapport, and an open invitation to explore its many guises: joy, wonder, pleasure, sorrow, justice, revenge, anxiety, tenderness, caretaking, relief."
Montgomery-Rodgers goes on to beautifully describe the ways that Ross Gay shares his "map" to the way of the heart: "As he grapples with this definition, he revels in basic connections: our role in the nutrient cycle, the wash of food that nourishes our animal bodies, the wildernesses between us, and the hope that we might join them together. Gay is fascinated with nature and human nature alike, and, amid his curiosity, there’s a persistent return to the idea of gardens. Whether discussing a literal act of horticulture or its metaphorical extension, Gay uses cultivation and tending to question how we create and connect our interior and exterior spaces. Bindweed and procrastination, floral prints and masculinity, the Grim Reaper and lawnmowers, bouquets and public statues, plant cuttings and lineage: the garden emerges as a perennial place for delight’s praxis, his “thumb and forefinger caressing the emergent things free.”
Gay gives us this gift not just as a map but also as a heart opening practice. He writes in the preface to The Book of Delights "It didn’t take me long to learn that the discipline or practice of writing these essays occasioned a kind of delight radar. Or maybe it was more like the development of a delight muscle. Something that implies that the more you study delight, the more delight there is to study. A month or two into this project delights were calling to me: Write about me! Write about me! Because it is rude not to acknowledge your delights, I’d tell them that though they might not become essayettes, they were still important, and I was grateful to them. Which is to say, I felt my life to be more full of delight. Not without sorrow or fear or pain or loss. But more full of delight. I also learned this year that my delight grows—much like love and joy—when I share it.”
And so, Cynthia's meditation on Mary's courageous consent to participate in the earthly God-bearing act of pregnancy, birthing and motherhood, to the complete wilderness of her "unknowing" and her attending to the sacred ordinary-ness of her life, intersecting with my recent immersion into the works of Ross Gay, are together - wildly - helping me journey on, mapping meaning through these times "to which we have been assigned" (to quote my beautiful friend Carolyn Toben) of breaking apart, of breaking open.
than any in all of Time,
she did not quail,
and gravely, courteously,
took to heart the angel’s reply,
the astounding ministry she was offered:
Infinite weight and lightness; to carry
in hidden, finite inwardness,
nine months of Eternity; to contain
in slender vase of being,
the sum of power–
in narrow flesh,
the sum of light.
push out into air, a Man-child
needing, like any other,
milk and love–
but who was God.
Annunciation, by Denise Levertov
almost always a lectern, a book; always
the tall lily.
the angelic ambassador, standing or hovering,
whom she acknowledges, a guest.
courage.
did not enter her without consent.
to accept or to refuse, choice
integral to humanness.
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of one sort or another
in most lives?
undertake great destinies,
enact them in sullen pride,
uncomprehending.
those moments
when roads of light and storm
open from darkness in a man or woman,
are turned away from
and with relief.
Ordinary lives continue.
God does not smite them.
But the gates close, the pathway vanishes.
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like any other child–but unlike others,
wept only for pity, laughed
in joy not triumph.
Compassion and intelligence
fused in her, indivisible.
than any in all of Time,
she did not quail,
and gravely, courteously,
took to heart the angel’s reply,
the astounding ministry she was offered:
Infinite weight and lightness; to carry
in hidden, finite inwardness,
nine months of Eternity; to contain
in slender vase of being,
the sum of power–
in narrow flesh,
the sum of light.
push out into air, a Man-child
needing, like any other,
milk and love–
but who was God.
____________________
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