I have three mountain metaphors this morning: a mountain river, a long mountain hike, and the mountain itself.
Most of you know the story about me trying to pull my friend Rick out of a fast moving mountain river.
I jumped to a rock in the middle of the river, grabbed the edge of the rock, and flung the rest of myself out for Rick to grab.
He was a big guy and pulled me right into the river with him.
Fifty feet beyond we could see the river drop away and disappear over a waterfall.
After an intense moment of panic something singular happened in my head.
I was in the middle of an intense kind of calm.
If this had been measured on a dial one might picture a needle moving back down from panic to peace, but it rounded the other way, through panic to peace.
It reminds me of a Kierkegaard quote I’ve since heard: “Singleness of heart is to will one thing.”
I was so busy willing one thing, simply to seize the best option to survive, there was no room for anything else.
Time slowed down.
Everything came into sharp focus. My whole being was saying, God, whatever,
whatever the possibilities are,
I’m wide open. That moment of sharp focus has been a benchmark for clarity, for being here now, for paying attention ever since.
And this morning I want to use that moment as a way to think about another quality we discover and cultivate in meditation,
spaciousness.
By opening to what arises, by seeing things clearly, by treating ourselves kindly, by fostering a sense of welcome on each inbreath and a gentle sense of release each outbreath, we are cultivating a sense of spaciousness in our minds and lives. By allowing room for all our thoughts, feelings, and experiences we’re coming gradually to realize there actually is room for all our thoughts and feelings and experience. We’re moving little by little from a sense of things feeling tight to things feeling more open, from feeling stuffy to better ventilated. And to experience life as more spacious is to experience life a more workable.
Which is one of the ways I felt going toward that waterfall. I had no illusions there was any guarantee everything would be fine, just a deep sense that I was ready to participate wholeheartedly in the process, that if there was a way through, I was completely amenable to finding it.
We don’t, thank God, often find ourselves in rushing mountain rivers sweeping toward unknown waterfalls. But we certainly find ourselves often swept up in the formidable currents of thoughts, reactions, feelings, and actions.
Carl Jung said that with most of our very strong (and in this context strongly unpleasant) interior experience, it’s like hiking up into the Alps during a thunderstorm: if you keep going you eventually pass out of the storm. It may well still be thundering and raining in the valley, but you’re experience the storm from a different place. The Buddhists have a saying (very similar in geography), A lot happens on a mountain. There are snakes and foxes and Carolina Chickadees, maybe a bear or two, numerous springs, countless trees, maybe part of it is sunny, another draped in cloud, there are paths in some places, laurel hells in others, but it’s all one mountain.
It's good to remember a lot happens on mountain. In one way of looking at it, we are the mountain. Not just the part where the strong feelings or thoughts are being focused. Spacious is a word to describe our experience of this reality. It’s not the same thing as going to our happy place. Instead it’s this: enlarging our awareness to encompass our reality. It’s not gimmicky of forced: it’s learning to inhabit the truth that everything belongs. Obviously this has to do with God, and ways we experience God as gracious Presence, Spirit, Mystery, Wisdom. It also has to do with grooves in the brain: a practiced perspective.
It’s not that we’re not present to the storm; it’s that we are also present to everything else. And being present to the whole instead of the most strident part invites the most generous sense of spaciousness, openness, expanded possibility.
A quick note. I’ve been emphasizing the part of our practice that has to do with not repressing the icky stuff. Everything also applies to not indulging the enticing stuff. Our brighter thoughts and moods and fantasies can become unhelpfully strident in their own way, can become compulsive, obsessive. We can get fixated on fun, too. You know that curious line from a collect we pray in the evening, God…shield the joyous.
Spaciousness grows steadily from working honestly and gently with our thoughts and feelings. Practicing how at the same moment to be neither repressive nor indulgent grooves the brain. At any point in our day, in any overwhelming current, we have the potential in the time it takes to breathe in and to breathe out to remember that a lot happens on a mountain. To experience that life is often more workable than life often feels.
Beginning at the three chimes and the singing bowl, sit comfortably with healthy posture, breathe normally, giving about 25% of your attention to the outbreath, letting whatever arises arise. Be observant, neither repressing nor indulging what comes to mind. When you find yourself thinking about something, with each outbreath simply and gently let it go by saying inwardly, ‘Thinking.’ Keep breathing, return again and again to being mindful with honesty and compassion.
At the end of ten minutes, you’ll hear again the three chimes, and the singing bowl will sing again, and I will close with a prayer.