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Lions Roar : November 2009
SHAMBHALA SUN NOVEMBER 2009 44 from our eyes. We see the meaninglessness of so much of what we do and the emptiness of so much we cling to. When my mother died and I was asked to go through her per- sonal belongings, this awareness hit me hard. She had kept boxes of papers and trinkets that she treasured, things that she held on to through her many moves to smaller and smaller accommoda- tions. They had represented security and comfort for her, and she had been unable to let them go. now they were just boxes of stuff, things that held no meaning and represented no comfort or security to anyone. For me these were just empty objects, yet she had clung to them. Seeing this made me sad, and also thoughtful. after that I could never look at my own treasured objects in the same way. I had seen that things themselves are just what they are, neither precious nor worthless, and that all the labels, all our views and opinions about them, are arbitrary. This was an experience of uncovering basic warmth. The loss of my mother and the pain of seeing so clearly how we impose judgments and values, prejudices, likes and dislikes, onto the world, made me feel great compassion for our shared human predicament. I remember explaining to myself that the whole world consisted of people just like me who were making much ado about nothing and suffering from it tremendously. When my second marriage fell apart, I tasted the rawness of grief, the utter groundlessness of sorrow, and all the protective shields I had always managed to keep in place fell to pieces. To my surprise, along with the pain, I also felt an uncontrived tenderness for other people. I remember the complete openness and gentle- ness I felt for those I met briefly in the post office or at the grocery store. I found myself approaching the people I encountered as just like me—fully alive, fully capable of meanness and kindness, of stumbling and falling down and of standing up again. I’d never before experienced that much intimacy with unknown people. I could look into the eyes of store clerks and car mechanics, beggars and children, and feel our sameness. Somehow when my heart broke, the qualities of natural warmth, qualities like kindness and empathy and appreciation, just spontaneously emerged. People say it was like that in new York City for a few weeks after September 11. When the world as they’d known it fell apart, a whole city full of people reached out to one another, took care of one another, and had no trouble looking into one another’s eyes. It is fairly common for crisis and pain to connect people with their capacity to love and care about one another. It is also com- mon that this openness and compassion fades rather quickly, and that people then become afraid and far more guarded and closed than they ever were before. The question, then, is not only how to uncover our fundamental tenderness and warmth but also how to abide there with the fragile, often bittersweet vulner- ability. how can we relax and open to the uncertainty of it? The first time I met dzigar Kongtrül, who is now my teacher, he spoke to me about the importance of pain. he had been living and teaching in north america for more than ten years and had come to realize that his students took the teachings and practices he gave them at a superficial level until they experienced pain in a way they couldn’t shake. The Buddhist teachings were just a pastime, some- thing to dabble in or use for relaxation, but when their lives fell apart, the teachings and practices became as essential as food or medicine. The natural warmth that emerges when we experience pain includes all the heart qualities: love, compassion, gratitude, ten- derness in any form. It also includes loneliness, sorrow, and the shakiness of fear. Before these vulnerable feelings harden, be- fore the storylines kick in, these generally unwanted feelings are pregnant with kindness, with openness and caring. These feel- ings that we’ve become so accomplished at avoiding can soften us, can transform us. The openheartedness of natural warmth is sometimes pleasant, sometimes unpleasant—as “I want, I like,” and as the opposite. The practice is to train in not automatically fleeing from uncomfortable tenderness when it arises. With time we can embrace it just as we would the comfortable tenderness of loving-kindness and genuine appreciation. a person does something that brings up unwanted feelings, and what happens? do we open or close? Usually we involuntarily shut down, yet without a storyline to escalate our discomfort we still have easy access to our genuine heart. right at this point we can recognize that we are closing, allow a gap, and leave room for The natural warmth that emerges when we experience pain includes all the heart qualities: love, compassion, gratitude, tenderness in any form. PhoToBYroBInhollandPhoToBYBenheIne