Growth means overcoming our own personal resistances. Surprisingly, we fear our potential greatness almost as much as our present weakness. One reason is that we are wary of seeming vain, inflated, or grandiose. We also fear that if we grew into our greatness we would be very different people. We would have to give up our old familiar myths and stories about who we are because, as psychologist Jean Houston recognized, we are required to die to one story, one myth, in order to be reborn to a larger one. Authentic spiritual practices foster development. Spiritual disciplines restart or accelerate psychological and spiritual growth, taking us at whatever level we are stuck on and helping us to grow beyond it. Postconventional wisdom can seriously undermine conventional assumptions and ways of life, the innumerable shared myths (such as that money can guarantee happiness or that our nation is superior) that lull individuals and societies asleep and maintain the status quo. A person attempting to grow beyond the usual conventional level cannot expect much support from society. Given these difficulties, growth looks like a sacrifice. Only afterward is it apparent that the only sacrifice was the loss of the cold comfort of one’s formerly constricted way of life……..Roger Walsh
it is sobering to unravel our motivations, our fundamental fears and our confusing awakenings…..no one understands…..no one can really help….it’s the deepest calling to resist our resistance…..to continue to love in the dark….to commit to the pale dawn of practice again and again…..this is the natural falling away of the scattered untruths that litter our path of perspective…..a freedom never known seeps in deep beneath the fantasy….
Whatever it is I was made for
I haven’t yet
The morning makes its way up the street
as a loose pack of wild dogs
Their invisible metal teeth
all the birds
in the neighborhood
the inertia lifts into spontaneous and unconflicted motion…
the separate self sits quietly idle….
befriending and arriving at the nameless gate…
what Buddhists call ‘effortless effort’…..
At fifteen, I set my heart upon learning.
At thirty, I had planted my feet firm upon the ground.
At forty, I no longer suffered from perplexities.
At fifty, I knew what were the biddings of Heaven.
At sixty, I heard them with a docile ear.
At seventy, I could follow the dictates of my own heart;
for what I desired no longer overstepped the boundaries of right.