Masao Abe, in despair: "I cannot find any place I can stand."
Hisamatsu: "Stand right at that place where there is no place to stand."
Maybe I'm spending too much time on the internet and getting a warped view of things, but it seems like people in our country are getting angrier, more fearful, and verbally more violent than at any time I can remember in my 55 years. It doesn't help the general aura when several of the GOP presidential candidates are leading bullying, xenophobic, 1%-type campaigns. The smell of potential political and social revolution, for better and worse, is in the air. The 14th anniversary of 9/11 just swept by with its attendant emotions of grief and stress.
Just as tumult stalks the country, it also revs in my mind and body. Personally speaking, I'm at a point in life where I don't know what's next: doors are closing, and I don't know which new ones to open. It's disorienting. I cannot seem to find a place to stand.
Zen teachers and Christian mystics say that when you come to this place -- the place where you cannot stand because there's no ground beneath your -- that is precisely the place to stand and bear it. Whew. It's not easy. We resist or escape because it's so uncomfortable.
If I can't stand, though, maybe I can float.
What are you noticing about the place where you stand?
for Mindful Monday
© 2015, post, Donna Pierce.
Photo Credit: "suspended in mid-air," Nancy <I'm gonna SNAP!, 2015.