In telling the gripping story of her near-fatal ice climbing fall, Deborah names the blind-spots in awareness that cause many of us self harm. She goes on to describe how wisdom and compassion can be gleaned from our mistakes through the grace of presence, gratitude and letting go.
I would love to kiss you, the price of kissing is your life. Now my loving is running after my life, shouting, what a bargain, let’s buy it!
This poem by Rumi, the 11th century mystic, is about an ego death, when we lose ourselves in love for all the right reasons; when it’s no longer about my life or your life, but loving life itself.
Yet sometimes we confuse this tremendous passion for how me imagine we are suppose to act. When passion is infused wisdom it is called compassion. When passion is confused with how “I should be good” it’ called idiot compassion…and I had a really bad case of it!
The Rumi poem and writing above are the first lines from a TedxBoulder talk I’m giving in on Sat, Sept. 27, 5-9. Please click on the link and come if you are in town. Otherwise it will be published about a week later on Youtube.
Therefore, the practice of generosity is about creating space. We see our limits and we extend them continuously and consciously, joyfully, which creates an expansiveness and spaciousness of mind that’s deeply composed.
These are two of my favorite photographs of the sculptures at the Dushanbe Tea House in Boulder, Colorado. The light is constantly changing as are the lovely plants surrounding the figures of the seven beauties. They remind me of a spacious and joyous mind that is deeply composed and in the world.