Deborah Bowman presents lessons learned from a climbing accident.
Some nights, stay up until dawn, like the moon does for the sun.Be a full bucket, pulled up the dark way of a well, then lifted into the light. Rumi
After my fall, I was lifted up by the grace of presence itself. Yet I recognize this lifting up as something we must do daily to stay awake to the gifts we are given.
There is no way to come up the well but the dark way. We blow it, in big ways and small, and we suffer real consequences. We need examine our failings and our fears and then let them go. May all of us, you and I, be a bucket full of lessons, overflowing with wisdom and love.
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.