Aphorisms

Don't ask little of me, you might get it.

Delight in me, save your compassion for others.

You will attract the love you are capable of receiving.

Necessity is not negotiable. 

Be careful what you wish for — that is what you'll attract. 

Be lovable and you will be loved. 

Large ideas extend those who entertain them. 

Dare to desire, it will draw you to the light. 

Nurture hope, it is the carriage that will carry you through the night. 

Listen to yourself and discover what you truly want. 

Wear love's face today, there is no doubt that it will suit you well. 

At every moment, I am choosing you. 

Soft eyes see better. 

If we are at odds, the world is out of tune. 

Lead with humility but follow with pride. 

Make demands softly, offer support confidently. 

Prepare for destruction when you place obstacles in the path of love. 

We can move mountains, when we understand the necessity for it. 

When you sacrifice something, you create a corpse. Dead bodies must be disposed of responsibly. 

When we lack understanding, trust is our only support. 

Never ask for forgiveness; seek instead to make repair.

Live as though apology is out of the question. 

The heart that is ripe with love yearns to be picked. 

Like a new baby, the self that loves larger life cannot be spoilt with too much attention. 

Charity doesn't warm the way delight does.

Tell others what they can bear to hear. Tell yourself nothing but the widest truth.

You seek me out and I feel loved.

Don't let me fail you, for then I fail myself.

another page

Another whole page of the Mariner is lying in the neural networks of my brain. Phrases present themselves during conversations, adding their music and echo to the topic in hand.

Quoth he, "He hath penance done,
And penance more will do."

Penance is suffering. Perhaps it is the working of our conscience when we acknowledge a wrong act. It requires that we recognise and feel the pain we have caused to others. Doing this, the other becomes part of me and I am more connected with wider life.

Natural justice requires that a wrong doer acknowledge that their act was wrong and take some steps towards reparation. Jewish 'an eye for an eye' and Aboriginal payback are two ancient justice systems that work on this basis. Wrong doers must suffer before they are redeemed.

The Mariner has suffered, but it seems that he hasn't suffered quite enough at this point. So he gets one more blast of 'dead man's eye'.

The pang, the curse with which they died
Had never passed away;
I could not draw my eyes from theirs
Nor turn them up to pray.

Then suddenly, in the next line, the spell is broken. The poem is like that – things change dramatically in a single line, or even a word. Colderidge doesn't do extended segues in this poem.

Today, I wonder what needs redeeming in my life? Redeeming, repairing a little every day – this keeps me at the coal face of my life. Working on my ephemeral self.

short uneasy motion

I am back in the routine of learning my verses of the Ancient Mariner while driving to work. The week on retreat in the Blue Mountains was followed by a couple of tired days with a sore throat virus.

Now I am on the mend, I go over verses that I already know and repeat the new lines that are 'settling in' to my memory, with the help of the paper propped on the steering wheel. I only glance down at safe times, just as I do when I am following a map for directions.

On Tuesday I started at the beginning and went right through. It took almost 20 minutes and nearly filled the whole journey.

Yesterday and today, it is...

The Sun, right up above the mast
Did fix her to the ocean:
But in a minute she 'gan stir,
With a short, uneasy motion –
Backwards and forwards half her length
With a short, uneasy motion.

When I rub against other people, or they against me, it feels jerky, like a short, uneasy motion. Not comfortable. Rubbing against others this week, I feel this discomfort. There's something to help remind me to be attentive.

These tousled trees in the Blue Mountains have the energetic look of a short uneasy motion.

6000 times

Repetition is going on in me all the time. It plays a major role in constructing identity and maintaining a continuous sense of self.

When I repeat things, I get good at them. So I need to pay attention to what I repeat. The Ancient Mariner is helping me to avoid repeating unhelpful things like resentment and grumbling.

Practising with others this week, I had a new insight into trusting the process. All I have to do is repeat and pay attention, then learning takes place. I don't have to DO memorising, just repeat with attention.


Now it was all instruments,
And now a single flute,
And now it is an angel's song
That makes the heaven's be mute.

At Karuna in the Blue Mountains, I enjoyed the earling morning light in the bushland. Every day at 7.00am on the short walk to the hall there was the morning light.

Stormy

Driving home yesteday, I started from the beginning and said the Rime right through to my latest verse:

The coming wind did roar more loud,
It shook the sails like sedge;
The rain poured down from one black cloud,
The moon was at its edge.

Some parts were very fluent, and in others there were gaps and hesitations. Once or twice the thread frayed entirely and I had to cobble a 'mutter mutter' bridge across the gap.

I enjoy the cadences and all the variations of emphasis and intonation which are different every time.

My thoughts linger on word choices... sails like sedge. This recitation is a form of 'staying with', there is a faithfulness in it. My brain seems less flighty these days.

I am back from a few days at Rainbow Beach where I saw this sunrise at the Carlo Sandblow. The sun rose under this bank of thick black cloud. But it didn't rain.

it rained

Today I am learning

The silly buckets on the deck,
That had so long remained,
I dreamt that they were filled with dew;
And when I awoke, it rained.


Today we are concerned about the lack of water every day. So far this August we have had only a few milimeters of rain – it's newsworthy. Also newsworthy is the drought that is extending throughout southern Australia. It is looking more like a shift to dryer weather pattern, and not a drought that will break. We're adapting to climate change. The government is buying back water allocations from irrigators because the water simply isn't there and the rivers are drying. The Lachlan is the latest catastrophe.

This picture is from the mound springs south of Lake Eyre in South Australia. The threatening clouds left a clearing in the west where the late afternoon sun broke through a short time after this photo.

happy living things

Some verses almost learn themselves, while others take many repetitions. These two came easily:

Oh happy living things! no tongue
Their beauty might declare:
A spring of love gushed in my heart
And I blessed them unaware:
Sure my kind saint took pity on me,
And blessed them unaware.

That self-same moment I could pray;
And from my neck so free
The Albatross fell off, and sank
Like lead into the sea.

What a basic lesson – it's not about you. Our natural inclination is to care about ourselves almost to the exclusion of others. So it takes a constantly renewed effort to care for others, to see another's point of view. This is for our sakes as much as for theirs.

In the early morning at Woomera, we saw these birds flocking on trees and screeching in that very Australian way. They were happy living things, for sure. And our hearts lifted to see them.