I wind down the week and head into Sabbath. It is odd to say and write those words, because I have celebrated Sabbath since my arrival at Bainsbridge. When I come to a courage retreat, I enter into a covenant, at least with myself, that I slow down, talk less, and listen more deeply to others and myself. The great thing is this is the norm here. Time is purposely and purposefully set aside to share in small groups, listen and be fully present for each other, reflect in our corners, and find our way back to the joyful circle of kindred spirits. It is unlike any other conference, workshop, or training I take. The focus is on opening up creative space and that requires different being present. It is a space of vulnerability and solidarity, of coming together to find ourselves coming home.
I meditated this morning and sat inside the main hall. It was raining which I understand is often the case in Seattle at this time of the year.
We sat inside the drum;
A small group
I heard rain overhead
Its song reverent
A gentle tap on the roof
Occasional increases in tempo
More rhythm in that fresh moment.
Perhaps, as gusts of wind shake trees–
Fresh dreams
Break us free from reverie
Together, we embark
Explorers
Perhaps, even pirates.
From golden hearts
Gentle invitations sent
And received.
Whatever, each chooses;
Wherever, each walks;
Remember–
We do it together
Joyously, in community
We carry a little of each other on this journey.
Last year, after the sudden and tragic passing of a young woman we met several years ago, I recounted a Buddhist understanding passed on by Senryu Suzuki and Thich Nhat Hanh. Each person we greet on life’s journey leaves an indelible imprint on us. We only need to stand or sit quietly and listen and like a wind and gentle rain voices are heard again and again in the silence of that moment.
Teacher as Transformer 