A Community of Mindfulness – June 2017

Mindfulness is something that has gotten great traction in western society over the past few decades. This should perhaps come as no surprise. Given the increasingly bifurcated nature of our lives, mindfulness, as a practice that focuses on the present moment, is a deeply enriching experience for some, and a survival tactic for others.
Jon Kabat-Zinn¹ says mindfulness is ‘to pay attention, on purpose, in the present moment, non-judgmentally, as if your life depended on it.’ Wow.

First, pay attention! How often have you heard that, or said that to yourself? So many things call for our attention…constantly and loudly. Our ability to pay attention gets pre-empted by so many things…worries, plans, passing thoughts, flies, the smell of dinner cooking…almost anything can interrupt us.
Then, on purpose. Pay attention with intention. Mindfulness does not evaluate what you pay attention to…except that it be whatever is happening in the present moment. As Thich Nhat Hanh² says, don’t wash the dishes in order to clean them, wash the dishes in order to wash the dishes. Only be present to what you are doing in the present moment.
And, non-judgmentally. We cannot expect to suspend all judgment; Kabat-Zinn suggests that we just not judge how judgmental we are! Neuroscientist Amishi Jha³ speaks of judgment as the “value-laden, affectively-charged meaning we give to things,” and just the heaviness of her description makes me realize how burdensome judgments can be. We may be judging/comparing beings, but at least there is hope, in the practice of mindfulness, that we can stop judging our judgments.
As if your life depended on it!? Well, Kabat-Zinn says this is literally true, because the present moment is the only time you can be alive, so if you’re not present to it, you’re missing life.

Life is not to be missed, my friends.  May we be ever more mindful,

~ Rev. Julie

²The Miracle of Mindfulness

Reflecting on our “White Supremacy Teach-In”

There’s a story unfolding. Always. And there is a particular unfolding that is happening here, and within me, and I need to speak to it. This is of particular interest to those who attended the White Supremacy Teach-In last week; I sure wish all of you could have been here.

We took some risks. I co-led the service with Sheena Howard, and we took the risk of not being totally in control of what would happen when…there was no planned out and scripted order of service. We risked talking about a difficult subject that was sure to bring up shame and defensiveness and hurt…which it did. We risked using language that would not be comfortable to everyone, including ourselves. We risked stepping into our own vulnerability, knowing that we wouldn’t do it perfectly, and that we would screw up.

And I did. Screw up, I mean. If I were given the gift of a do-over, there are some things I would do differently. For example, we offered participatory moments when folks were asked for comments or questions. I wish I had prepared better for that; while I still believe it wasn’t a time for debate, in a do-over I would have suggested a silence after each comment during which we could let the words settle.

We did one role-play during the service, and in a do-over, I would have reflected on how best to assign parts. What happened is that a person of African ancestry asked to play a role that I had imagined would be played by a white person…and in my surprise, I reacted poorly. In other words, in the process of handing out roles, I came face to face with my own racial biases. Please let me have a do-over.

And most important of all, in a do-over I would want to be a better advocate for Vanita. There was a point in the service when she, a brown person, expressed that she has been hurt here, and I responded to it just as I responded to all the other comments, which was to go on to the next person. I wish that I had stopped. I wish that I had asked everyone to notice what Vanita said and the courage it took to say it.  I wish that I had said to her: “Thank you. I see you. I hear you. I’m so sorry you’ve been hurt by the white culture here…and by my white privilege. I promise to show up better for you next time.”

This is an unfolding story because I have some choices now. I can shrink up from the mistakes I made and put it all back under the rug, choosing never to bring up the realities of white supremacy again. Or, as I suspect you already know I have done, I can choose to continue the difficult work of undoing white privilege. I hope you will choose that with me…and that we allow ourselves and each other as many do-overs as we need…to learn…and to keep going…no matter how hard it is to face ourselves and what must be done. And what I promise is that I will stay in it with you, and that we will discover untold, surprising gifts in this process.

There were many people last week who wanted to speak but who we didn’t have time to hear. Later, I learned what Sheena’s father, Bruce Howard, would have shared, had he had the opportunity:

Bruce would have told us that he grew up in a small village…in a time and place that was both racist and homophobic…and then, as life would have it, he had a daughter who is lesbian and who married a brown person. He says it took his daughter, Sheena, to bring him forward to where he is now…he was not going to lose their daughter because of the bias and discrimination that he learned as a child.  He has been changed, and is changing still. His words for us: “If I can do it, any, and all, of you can do it.”

We can, each of us, unfold. We can, each of us, trust the unfolding.

I’m going to share this, these words from my heart, in our service on May 14.

Yours in the unfolding,
Rev. Julie
May 12, 2017

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