Live as if you liked yourself, and it may happen. The mind and body are famous for holding the heart ransom. You are closer to glory leaping an abyss than upholstering a rut. At every crossroad be prepared to bump into wonder.
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As part of the 2005 Annual Appeal, friends of The Center to BE were invited to write brief reflections in response to the question: What is your spiritual experience of receiving through giving? Here are the thoughtful replies of those who accepted this invitation to share their insights with our readers. Awakening In the early morning darkness, in that mysterious space between sleep and wakefulness, I become aware of Emma, rising from her scruffy brown blanket, padding lightly to the bedside. No sound, no movement, just the absolute awareness of her presence. My hand lazily slips from the blankets. Emma begins to lick my hand, first gently, little kisses caressing my fingers, then longer, more generous lapping into the palm of my hand. My hand dangles, suspended, receptive. I am now closer to waking than sleeping, to awareness that comes with touch and smell. With magical motions, she turns her head so that my hand is now on top of her head, seeking the touch, the tickle, the reassurance of response. My fingers trace the outline first of one ear, then the other, the exquisite sensation of flesh on soft, silken fur. Another turn of the head and she has placed my hand under her chin. Now I am giving and she is receiving, the long-awaited, multi-fingered rub at the scruff of the neck that makes our blood flow. I am awake but still have not opened my eyes, the last vestige of sleep. Our day has begun with the sacred consciousness of one another. I lie in the morning darkness with the stark awareness of life. Momentarily, I push back the blankets. We rise together to greet the day. My uplifted arms mirror Emma's long body stretch. We move into the early morning, mindful of the start of a new day. My spirit calls me to pay attention, to embrace the stillness, to enter the creating and sustaining Mystery of life in which giving and receiving are one continuous cycle. How can I give if I do not receive? How can I live fully if I do not rise daily to a more profound awareness of the needs all around me? How can I be of service to others if I do not first celebrate the gift of life? It begins with each new day......in the mysterious space when darkness turns to light and gratitude turns to action. Contributed by Nancy Anderson, Sheboygan, WI “The only thing that comes back to you is what you give away.” This line stayed with me after listening to a story on public radio. The man was talking about learning generosity from his father, a victim of Hurricane Katrina. His father was a great cook who always shared his famous gumbo with both his friends and anyone passing on the street. Giving isn’t always easy for me; it’s something I have to ponder. I envy people who give their time and money, seemingly without a second thought. But like anything else, generosity becomes easier when I practice. Simple acts like passing along a book to someone who would enjoy reading it or giving a few dollars to a stranger in need bring a sense of freedom that I didn’t expect. When I hold on too tight to anything, it becomes a burden and complicates my life. The freedom comes when I “unburden” by letting go of my attachment to possessions. Recently I came across a beautiful hand-dyed blue scarf in my drawer that I had not worn. While it was lovely, it was wrong size for one outfit, or the wrong color for another. The scarf sat on top of my dresser for a few days while I decided how to use it. Then I realized it was not for me to use at all. I thought of a friend going through chemotherapy for breast cancer. She was losing her hair and could make much better use of this scarf. Now I wonder who could make better use of other things that I currently own. What freedom could come with giving more away? After all, if the man’s father was right, what I need will come back to me. Contributed by Bonnie Andrews, Milwaukee, WI Thirty years ago I found myself at an impasse. Working on a doctorate in Literature at Notre Dame, I was close to the finish line (dissertation stage) when I hit "writers' block," calling into question everything academic. I decided to take the summer of 1967 "off" to serve in Appalachia, to experience mountain life, to simply BE. Not to be a grad student, a teacher, a writer, but just to BE. Somehow, though, I found myself recording an oral history, writing newspaper articles about local organizing groups, potluck suppers and wellness workshops. Phone calls from my graduate school friends and professors would sometimes end with: "Are you making any progress on your dissertation?" To which I would quickly change the subject. One summer evening at a potluck supper in Big Stone Gap, Tennessee, an elderly woman stopped me and asked: "You're the writer, aren't you?" At that moment the writers' block melted away. I realized that she was right. I said, "Yes," and the rest is history. I returned to my studies in the fall, wrote the dissertation, and have spent the intervening years teaching literature and writing. I didn't stay in Appalachia as I thought I might, but Appalachia stayed with me. That mountain woman gently led me back to my life. She gave me permission to reclaim my gifts. Indeed she was the gift! In the morning, I often walk to the park near my home on the shore of Lake Michigan. As the sun rises, I settle into God in the rhythm of the waves, so like the breath of the earth. This is the time that I center in Spirit so that I can open my heart for the day's work of busy attention to many tasks and so little time for rest and reflection. As I open my heart in this reassuring breath of God, I open to the many ways in which I can give and to the ways the world gives back to me. Now I wonder who could make better use of other things that I currently own. What freedom could come with giving more away? After all, if the man’s father was right, what I need will come back to me. Contributed by Mary Beth Duffey, Wauwatosa, WI My attention to the muscles of my chest as it rises and falls with the waves is my invitation to Spirit to open me. Without this opening I would be separated from God and separated from my path of learning to love the world and all that is in it. I could not experience communion with God with a heart closed to the diversity of experience each day brings. When the opening comes, by grace, I experience the motion of Divine Truth as it enters me fully and enlivens me for the day ahead. How could I experience the beauty of the people and activities of the day without an open heart? The gift I receive in being able to open my heart to those I meet throughout the day is a depth of experience of Divine Truth in each one of them and in myself. My spiritual joy is in being in the Truth, whether suffering, joy, or the middle road of steady sameness. As I walk in this Truth throughout the day, my cup is replenished with the "the universally available present reality," the Holy All That Is, where I find my strength, and I am grateful. Contributed by Elizabeth Evans, Milwaukee, Wisconsin Receiving through Giving…… I got a hug last night. I dropped off a purse that an elderly client had left at the day center. It wasn’t far off my usual route home, so my sacrifice wasn’t really great. The purse was empty – it always was – but for this client, who suffers from dementia, the purse was an anchor. Without it, her daughter said, she becomes agitated and frightened. The daughter was so very thankful that her family could now avert what would otherwise have been a difficult evening and a long night. With very little sacrifice on my part, I was the recipient of a wave of gratitude that will warm my heart for a long time to come. What I did – as small a gesture as it was – mattered. The lessons learned are many. What seems a small gesture may loom very large in the eyes of the recipient. It is, after all, the recipient who determines the value of the gift received – and it is the wise recipient who knows and understands both the giver’s intentions and the giver’s abilities in valuing the gift. It is the giver who must be open to and recognize the gratitude, who must listen and feel and experience the depth of the thanks, however it is expressed. An empty purse may have worth beyond measure; being warmed by a blanket of gratitude clearly has worth beyond measure. Contributed by Barbara Moore, Germantown, WI Overtip – It Makes a Great Day Even Better This summer my wife, Leanore, and I made a trip to Door County. While driving there Leanore was reading an article in Good Housekeeping Magazine titled “Remedies for Rotten Days.” She found it so enlightening that she read it aloud and we started discussing some of its suggestions. That evening we went out for dinner. We had a coupon for a buy-one get-one-free dining experience at a nice restaurant. When our bill came, the waitress included a calculation of a suggested tip on the check. I was insulted by this approach. We had received good service and I was planning to leave a reasonable tip based on the total value of the two dinners. As I sat there starting to get a little warm under the collar, I thought of the article we had discussed earlier that afternoon. The second suggestion in the list of remedies for a rotten day was: “Over tip – A small act of generosity not only brings a spot of pleasure into a hard-working person’s life, it also floods your body with feel-good hormones.” I decided that despite the fact that I felt insulted I was going to over tip this waitress and so I took her suggested tip and doubled it. I was amazed at how quickly this decision worked its wonder in me. As soon as I made the decision I felt good all over. We were still getting a wonderful dinner for a very reasonable price and I realized that I was providing a surprise and a blessing for a waitress who had provided us with very good service. I thanked Leanore for sharing the article with me and we both found that this simple act of generosity gave us great pleasure and joy. Contributed by Alan Rommelfanger, Oshkosh, WI My experience with receiving through giving is still developing. I can tell you that my experience with organized religion and giving is not very good. I remember as a child hearing my parents debate about how much more they should give. I grew up in a poor farm family in a rather wealthy community. To make matters worse the church published a directory of what every member of our congregation gave over the entire year. Needless to say, during most of the years I grew up we were near the very bottom and I felt embarrassed when the annual "giving" book came out. After starting college when I came home I would throw a few dollars in the collection plate, instead of filling in the little envelopes with my name and amount like I had used when I was living at home. This would upset my mother because the family wasn't getting credit for my unrecorded anonymous gift. The idea of the privacy of an anonymous gift always appealed to me -- maybe it was because of a movie I saw staring Rock Hudson as a spoiled rich kid who got into all kinds of trouble by misinterpreting the secret of anonymous giving he had just learned from a kindly older gentleman. Eventually, Rock learns that your motivation for giving is as important as not taking credit for it (it took a beautiful and forgiving Loretta Young to make that happen). I'm not sure how old I was when I saw the movie, and I can't say I've learned its lesson. Giving without expecting something in return has not been very evident in my life. I expect friends to do for me what I have done for them. Return on investment has pretty much been my attitude and guiding principle. The fact that my nephew has M.S. probably influenced me to do some volunteer work for the national M.S. organization, just so I could impress him with my contribution in fighting M.S. Much to my surprise, however, I have not yet told my nephew of my volunteer work, and I just might not tell him ever. Why this change of heart? It just might have something to do with the fact that I just started volunteering this year as a member of the Board of the Center to BE and the kind of work that is being done by caring and authentic people is inspirational to observe close up. When you think of others first you become aware of receiving a spiritual energy that can enlighten your life. Contributed by Dave Rupnow, Racine, WI …if heaven is any kind of a heaven at all
Peace doesn't mean being in a place where there is no noise, trouble or hard work. It means being in the midst of those things and still being clam in your heart. We tend to think that work is the only activity we have in which we are using time well. If you want to rich, give; If you want to be poor, grasp. If you want abundance, scatter; If you want to be needy, hoard. All streams flow to the sea because it is lower than they are. Humility gives it its power. Lao-tzu in Tao Te Ching In the torment of the insufficiency of everything attainable we come to understand that there, in this life, all symphonies remain unfinished. Karl Rahner Hope is not the conviction that something will turn out well, but the certainty that something makes sense regardless of how it turns out. Kathy Coffey in Dancing in the Margins …the truth we all seek is found not in isolation from those who
differ from us, but in dialogue with them. We are challenged to live in the time between “no longer”
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