Why does the global community make me so happy?

My Buddhist monk friend, Minh C. Nguyen, and his monk and nun friends dropped by Saturday morning. Welcoming them into our home, smiling into each other’s hearts, and walking the pier together through our cypress swamp retreat brought me great happiness. Later, I wondered why. My curiosity arose and continued through the weekend. What is it about connecting with people from all across the globe that makes my heart happy?

This morning I was responding with joy as I saw a Facebook notice from Ida Hertz that my two friends in Denmark, she and Lone, were part of the spread of our Compassion Cultivation Training there, along with Thupten Jinpa, Leah Weiss, Margaret Cullen, and others in Europe. How is it that something happening across the globe can bring full-hearted happiness into the swampy, sultry, hot and humid region we call ‘Nawlins?

Then I see the photo of us 2017-2018 graduates of the teacher-training program from the Compassion Institute. I remember the faces of my new friends from every continent. I can still see us all gathered in a large room in Los Altos, California, meditating, experiencing that oneness which seems to flow from settling into the Center of Being together, and then it hits me: “Wait a minute. Maybe that’s it. Maybe the act of meditating with others opens the heart to each other, makes way for us to experience our innate connection across the invisible web of divinity. Maybe meditating together cracks the door of imagined separation enough to let loving-kindness and happiness flow through.”

Then I wondered further: “Could it be that even meditating by myself somehow opens the same door? I spend a little time each morning with the guided meditations to cultivate compassion. I settle into the inner stillness of centering prayer. No one else is around. Could even that welcome the global community into my heart and widen the happiness door a little more? Is that how they draw near in my heart, even when they are not close?”

Then more curiosity followed: “Why does connecting with new people from everywhere, strangers if you will, trigger heartfulness in me? I know this has nothing to do with me. It is something much bigger than me. Seeing strangers seems to trigger fear, resentment, and even hatred in so many people these days. It’s like an epidemic. Why are some of us drawn to connection while others are moving away from it as fast as possible?”

Answers do not come easily when people are complex. And we humans are about as complex as it gets. But here is what I think might be happening. I think contemplative practices widen the heart. I think they cause us to welcome the stranger. I think they lead us to “love our neighbors as ourselves.” And I think we are made for this.

Contemplative practice to me means practicing the presence of Great Love, or God, or whatever term we use for this Something-Bigger-Than-Me. If this Presence is love, then it follows that practicing love, or opening to love, leads to a direct experience of greater love. If the heart is made for this widening, this “love of neighbor as ourselves,” then each opportunity for the heart to widen/open to a new person would make the heart happy. If this is true, it would explain both halves of the current global situation.

People who are not engaging in regular contemplative practices, i.e. practicing oneness with love, are experiencing a closing of the heart. That makes the heart unhappy. And the longer people go without experiencing oneness with love, the more unhappy their hearts. Could this explain the angry faces, the shouting, the belittling of others, and the rampant attempts to throw out and throw away anyone who doesn’t look the same as us? Could a very unhappy heart lead men to hurt women, and children, instead of cherishing them? Could that be how anyone can hurt anyone else?

People who are engaging in regular contemplative practices are experiencing an opening of the heart. That makes their hearts happy. And the more they are practicing, the more happiness they are experiencing in their hearts. Could this explain why some people are taking radical steps to welcome their neighbors: marching in support of women/immigrants/LGBTQ communities/people of color, passing out water at bus stations, opening their homes, adopting children, working for victim rights, visiting prisoners, etc.?

I mean come on people, you gotta know that there is an incredible amount of good being done out there. Compassion is flowing globally, even if it rarely shows up on the evening news. This should make us all wonder: “What is the difference between the haters and the lovers?”

Since I am really smart, naturally I think I am right. (You know how that feels don’t you!) And maybe I could be making this whole issue too simplistic. But I think I might be onto something about how practicing the presence of Love makes the heart happy, and vice versa. And I am not the first to have this “Aha!” (It turns out that a few other people who are less famous than me, like Jewish authors of scripture, Jesus, Mohammed, Buddha, Martin Luther King, Jr., Desmond Tutu, the Dalai Lama, and even Oprah, have seemed to agree).

Here is my challenge to all of us across this spinning blue/green globe: Let’s engage some contemplative practices each day for the month of October and see if we change a little, see if our hearts become happier as we find it amazingly easier to welcome ALL our neighbors into our hearts. Practicing the Presence of the Great Love each day can’t hurt. And who knows, it might help. Go ahead. Give it a shot. And see if a happy heart follows. Start today.


[In case you are free to be inspired on Saturday, October 20, you might like to come to New Orleans to  hear Anne Lamott, best-selling author, share from her new book: Almost Everything: Notes on Hope. She includes some notes on the benefits of dropping hatred and cultivating love for self and others. Signed copies of the new book come with a ticket. You can get tickets through the website for our School for Contemplative Living: http://www.thescl.net].

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Heaven Now!

CCT Jinpa leading meditation

My contemplative friends know a way to visit heaven now.

You could say we are impatient. We are not interested in waiting for heaven by and by. We do not care to imagine a world of staying in hell here until we can finally die to be in a heaven elsewhere. We want to live in the kingdom of heaven here and now. And this is only possible by finding that kingdom within.

The photo pictures Dr. Rosenberg, Dr. Weiss, Dr. Jinpa, and Dr. Cullen, four of the founding faculty for the Compassion Institute’s Compassion Cultivation Training course, practicing one of the guided compassion meditations during our teacher training program. If you look at their faces you can easily see how stress is falling away and inner peace is rising, a sense of separateness is disappearing and a sense of our oneness is happening. The Source of inner peace decided to create humans with this amazing gift of accessing that kingdom of heaven within. This means you too can know heaven now!

The American poet Emily Dickinson said it like this:

Some keep the Sabbath in Surplice —

I just wear my Wings —

And instead of tolling the Bell, for Church,

Our little Sexton — sings.

God preaches, a noted Clergyman —

And the sermon is never long,

So instead of getting to Heaven, at last —

I’m going, all along.

Sunday we finished our first Compassion Cultivation Training (CCT)* class offered through the School for Contemplative Living. We had a beautiful group of people sharing their wisdom and seeking to cultivate their compassion through guided meditations, readings, exercises for seeing and hearing each other, and group dialogue. People practiced at home during the weeks between classes as best they could, both in using the guided meditations and informally developing their compassion skills. Then they came to weekly class with honest stories of the ups and downs of how it was going.

Class members were Christians, Buddhists, AA members with a Higher Power, and perhaps people of no traditional faith at all. It was a truly interfaith gathering. Class members were from many professions including medicine, law, psychotherapy, theology, accounting, human resources, education, and pastoral ministry. They also ranged in age from thirty-somethings to seventy-somethings. So in many ways they were a great cross-section of American society.

Some of them might or might not have said they were “getting to Heaven…all along.” But I would say they were at least on the path, walking in the Way that can bring us to heaven now.

What is that Way?

In the School for Contemplative Living we believe we can practice the presence of God now, and so we do. But we do not claim to possess a secret formula for experiencing that presence. And we sure do not believe we can manipulate results to feel “perfect peace” in three easy steps. We follow the guidance of people like Thomas Merton, who wrote this in New Seeds of Contemplation: “The way to contemplation is an obscurity…there is nothing in it that can be grasped,” (p. 250). Our methods are ultra simple. As Merton challenges, “So keep still, and let [God] do some work.”

Like the people in the photo, we must learn to “keep still.” That is part of our Way. And yet, cultivating inner stillness can also be done in walking meditation, nature walking, labyrinth walking, yoga, and any form of moving meditation. It is really about inner stillness, and physical stillness is just one way to be on this Way.

“Letting God” do the work of transformation is another essential part of our contemplative Way. We do not focus on trying to change ourselves. We are more likely to surrender to God’s view of us as already made in God’s image. Our practices are to help us come to rest in the wholeness beneath all our brokenness. There we might glimpse a place where we are already one. So God’s work of transformation down in our depths is more like cleaning away the mud from the diamond beneath: bathing in the divine.

For followers of the Way of Christ, we would say “Christ in us is the hope of glory.” Tuning into the Christ within is so very different from trying hard to be good, moral people on our own. And that inner tuning rarely happens by accident as we spin out of control by living at 100 miles per hour. Slowing down the pace of our lives is another part of our Way. In that slowing, we hope to align ourselves with the wise guidance arising from that Christ within. We use reading, seeing, speaking, hearing, smelling, touching, and tasting as sensual avenues to align with the One who is within and beyond our senses.

Contemplatives also use community gathering and personal solitude as equal ways to walk this Way. We cannot walk a contemplative path alone, for we will surely become lost sooner than later without support for this Way. And we cannot always be with others, for the noise and busyness of others will distract us from sometimes needing to be alone with the Alone. On this Way, we need community and solitude. Paradoxically, the contemplative communities of our School always practice being alone-together: we practice coming together to be alone with God.

Now let’s drop all these words about this contemplative Way, and return to our True Home within, the place where we can know Heaven Now!

*(If you are interested in learning more about CCT classes with the School, I am offering a free information session on Sunday, August 26, 1-3 pm, at Advent House, 1637 Seventh St. at Carondelet. If you are interested in registering, I will offer the 8-week courses on Wednesdays, 5:30-7:30 pm beginning 9/5/18 and on Sundays, 1-3 pm, beginning 9/9/18. RSVP: William.thiele56@gmail.com).

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“If I open my heart to you,”

said the flower to the bumblebee,

“will it hurt?

If I let you into the deepest part of me

even though you are a stranger,

and I treat you like a friend,

will you still leave me in the end?

And if I let myself love you,

really care about your life and well-being

in my heart of hearts,

and imagine a future together,

will all my hopes be dashed

as you flitter away,

riding some invisible summer breeze,

and leaving me alone again?

Is love always such a risk?”

“Always,” said the bumblebee.

“That is why it takes a fearless heart

to risk love.”

“Is it worth it?” asked the flower.


The bumblebee waited

contemplating the question for the longest time,

until a tiny smile arose across her face.

“Always,” she answered.

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The Compassion Adventure

CCT Teacher graduates

In times such as these, when xenophobia, (fear of the stranger who doesn’t look exactly like me), is rampant, when little children are caged to punish their parents for seeking asylum from war, when women and gay people and people of color can be openly discriminated against or abused, and even allies are turned into enemies, we desperately need ways to come together as a global community.

We need compassion warriors, like these in the photo, who work to create unity by opening their hearts to those who do not look or sound the same as us. Right now our world needs people who are willing to train in the cultivation of compassion and share that fundamental human value on every continent. We need intentional compassion cultivation in businesses, churches, hospitals, and educational institutions across the globe. We need to teach children nonviolent communication and conflict resolution, so the seeds of making others their enemy are never planted in the first place.

The photo is of the most recent graduates of the Compassion Institute’s teacher training program, compassion warriors who came together from every continent. We spent a year learning to teach a transformative Compassion Cultivation Training (CCT) program, originally created at Stanford University by Dr. Thupten Jinpa and the founding faculty. Now we have been sent out to share compassion cultivation as the highest ideal of all the world religions.

We hope to spread the work wherever there are people who are willing and ready to begin this adventure together. But the work will not be easy, as the seeds of distrusting every neighbor are being sown every single day in the public forum.

By definition, an adventure involves “an unusual and exciting, typically hazardous, experience or activity; the exploration of unknown territory; an undertaking usually involving danger and unknown risks with uncertain outcome, requiring boldness and daring.” In this current cultural climate, I would say the mission of actively cultivating compassion in our hearts, minds, and actions will be quite the adventure.

There will be hazards, danger, and unknown risks as we call for a powerful inner transformation toward greater compassion. This is especially true in a time when leaders are so cynical that they have to make fun of people like former president Bush as he spoke of the need for “a thousand points of light.” Is cynicism so high that we have to make fun of a president for creating a giant non-profit in support of volunteerism?

Yes, when there are world leaders who believe everyone is either a “Viking or a victim,” (a phrase for that mentality coined by Dr. Brene Brown in her book Daring Greatly), then efforts to actively cultivate compassion will be belittled and ridiculed by some. Compassion will be seen as weak, a trait for victims. When boosting “the bottom line” becomes the supreme human value for some, the supreme call to love God and neighbor as ourselves will be turned into a ridiculous pastime for losers.

And even beyond the risks of being ridiculed and belittled, cultivating compassion is hard! No wonder Compassion Cultivation Training and courses like it are needed to help us undertake this work in communities, with the support of others. This compassion adventure is NOT for weaklings or victims. But why is it so hard?

For one thing, humans have a Critical Voice in our heads which makes up stories about us. It criticizes us, finds fault with us, and stops many an amazing adventure before we even get started. We also have a Fearful Voice in there. It imagines problems at every turn and raises anxieties about our capability to endure the adventure. And both these voices have been limiting us from living up to our potential for years.

There are also cultural voices which get inside our own heads and disrupt our progress and growth. A really common one that comes up in the CCT classes is the belief that we are being “selfish” if we offer compassion or loving-kindness to ourselves. And without that self-love, a central part of the “love your neighbor AS yourself,” we cannot sustain transformative compassion for others.

In times such as these, there is a radical reaction to the question asked of Jesus: “Who is my neighbor?” Many people seem to despise every neighbor, especially anyone who doesn’t look or sound exactly the same. Jesus’ answer was told as a story, later referred to as the “Good Samaritan” story. In that story, Jesus portrayed a minority man taking extremely good care of an injured man who would have normally despised him. In his usual way, Jesus raised the bar to say your neighbor is the one who usually despises you, and you should love him/her as yourself.

So who is my neighbor? Who is your neighbor? On the challenging compassion adventure, the hardest person to show compassion for will be the one who usually despises me. In our terribly polarized culture, finding haters is not hard. But answering the call to love the haters, now that will take great power, and will require active cultivation of compassion on a daily basis.

Hating the haters is so easy. These days almost every voice you see in the media can evoke hatred from one “side” or the other. Cultivating compassion for every neighbor, including those who despise me, will be exceptionally challenging, “an undertaking involving danger and unknown risks, with uncertain outcome, requiring boldness and daring.” But that Compassion Adventure is the one I am on. And God knows we need each other’s help if we are to undertake this journey in times like these.

That is the real reason I am now teaching compassion cultivation as a fundamental part of my own life mission. I need other compassion warriors around me. I need them to teach me what I do not know and to remind me of what I forget. I need them to inspire me to keep at this when I feel I am drowning in a culture of hate. I need to belong to a community of Good Samaritans, who are not so cynical that they have to make fun of volunteerism. I want to be surrounded by people who have transcended the survivalist mentality of “Viking or victim.” I want to help create a world where we actually live compassion and love as our highest ideal, and I need friends to stand with me.

As the photo attests, I do have friends on every continent who are part of the Compassion Adventure. Some of us just spoke of the joys and perils of our adventure in a video conference this week. Once again we felt the interconnection with compassion warriors across America and from many other countries.

Maybe you too have grown tired of drowning in the hatred and have longed for a way to turn things around. Maybe you have wondered if there is a way to find others who will create a compassionate community with you, who are also seeking to love every neighbor as ourselves. Well I can tell you one way to find such a community: join a Compassion Cultivation Training class near you.

We will launch our next 8-week CCT class for the general public in New Orleans in early September, (after launching the training for prisoners reentering society in August). Our friend Lara Naughton, a senior CCT teacher, will offer a weekend workshop here this fall. There are also CCT teachers on every continent, and some of us are willing to travel to share the training wherever people are seeking this help.

Are you like me, needing help to answer the compassion challenge in times like these? If so, send me an email at William.thiele56@gmail.com and I would be glad to help you find a CCT group near you, or create one with you and interested friends. The Compassion Adventure means answering the cry of our world, in times like these.

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Dear sisters and brothers,

Heart in stone photo

In times such as these, I keep noticing that I cannot find real security in national or international events. I cannot touch a deep peace by watching or hearing news, ever. I am not filled with compassion or loving-kindness–the heart of Christianity–by trying to change anyone’s views about anything, or change anyone period, including me. I am beginning to get the hint that there is NOTHING outside of me that can bring what I long for on the inside.

You have probably known such things forever, but I have to keep being reminded to quit looking in the external places for what only lives internally. And I do wonder if there are just a few people around the globe who are like me, needing reminders to STOP looking outside for what is an “inside job,” as my AA friends say.

But it is so easy to keep looking elsewhere for whatever I am really longing for. Maybe the next Netflix show will do it. Maybe Walmart has what I need. Maybe a meeting, a job, a relationship, or a certain salary will fill me. Maybe some comfort food has the answer, (especially sweets and milk chocolate). Maybe accomplishing more so I feel I am more. Maybe proving my value to God, church, company, family, friends, or even strangers with the right behavior will reveal my worth. Or what if I find the right self-help book or seminar that will finally show me how to fix myself and be exceptional – finally!

There seems to be no end to the outer directions we turn to find what is only ever inside. And some of us have to become very weary in our bones from all that searching, or we even have to fall down very far into our brokenness, before we wonder if there is another way.

Evening has fallen and I am just now settling into my meditation space. All day long I have stayed busy. I knew from early this morning that I needed my dose of turning my attention within, bringing the mind down into the heart, but I have resisted by doing every other thing. That’s just it: all my doing never helps me locate my being. I only have one option–stopping the doing–that helps me finally find my being.

So I will turn on a guided meditation from the Compassion Cultivation Training class I am currently leading, and use it to help me turn to the inner being. I will open my heart wide to myself, others, and the Great Love, to source the compassion and loving-kindness I want to locate. Then I will turn off the spoken guidance and settle into the inner stillness, slowly finding my way beneath the barrage of thoughts and mental stories, and letting go of the thousand distractions of the mind–one by one. I know where I am heading now. I am getting my bearings again. I am on the way to True Home.

If I keep writing about this inner journey, I will not arrive on time. So this is where I stop clacking the computer keys and disappear. But don’t worry, you will see me again. I will just stay Home a little while, until my being is rejuvenated. And when the fulness returns, I will venture back out into the world. Perhaps we will see each other, and smile, and know that we both know we will never find what we are looking for by looking on the outside.

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“Sneaky Grace,’ as Anne Lamott calls it.

CCT Teacher graduates

The following lines really speak to me from Anne Lamott’s Hallelujah Anyway: “Everything slows down when we listen and stop trying to fix the unfixable. We end up looking into other people’s eyes, and see the desperation, or let them see ours. This connection slips past the armor like water past stones. Being slow and softened, even for a few minutes or seconds, gives sneaky grace the chance to enter.”

Spoiler alert: This slowing down, listening, and looking into each other’s eyes cannot happen on Facebook, Twitter, or Instagram. Sorry to have to remind you my friends, but the devices in our hands do not possess this power. Reading this blog won’t do it either. We have to be in direct contact with each other, actually be with each other, with open hearts and minds. That changes everything. That opens a crack in the door so that “sneaky grace” can slip in, between us and among us.

Last Monday I was flying from San Francisco back to New Orleans, after being with the beautiful global community pictured in this photo. We were completing the academic portion of our teacher training in Compassion Cultivation* through the Compassion Institute of Stanford University. Among us were friends from every continent as well as the faculty and staff of the Compassion Institute. Now I know each of them by name.

These faces represent my direct experience of the global community. I have heard that term as a concept. Now I have first-hand experience of the unique joy which rises from a deep place in the soul when making friends with people from South Korea, China, Japan, Malaysia, India, Africa, Denmark, France, the Czech Republic, Tibet, Australia, Belgium, El Salvador, Costa Rica, Canada, Brazil, and all over the U.S.

We became friends through sitting face to face, telling our stories, or at least the vulnerable and crazy parts we were ready to share, and listening to each other with full attention. That’s how I know what Anne Lamott is writing about. I am learning how “everything slows down when we listen,” and trying to let go of my terrible need to fix. I still mess that part up, that wanting-to-fix part, but at least it’s not every single time I am with someone.

In our compassion cultivation teacher training we delved into the challenging art of opening the heart wider even as we hold our personal boundaries, of finding our way through empathy distress into active compassion, of overcoming compassion fade and fatigue through self-compassion and sourcing in a Compassionate Image. And all of that begins with the willingness to see and hear the suffering in myself and others. Anne named that being willing to “see the desperation” in another’s eyes, “or let them see ours.”

I am learning that compassion includes embracing the smile on another’s face and knowing there might be some painful places hiding behind the smile. I was continually amazed through the teacher training as the new friends across the globe shared their stories. With the super-power of courageous vulnerability, many of us ventured into that place where we feel a bit naked and yet take the risk of saying the unsayable. We peeled back the armor enough to allow others to look on our beating heart, just like we sometimes do in the groups of our School for Contemplative Living. As Anne wrote, that act of “being slow and softened, even for a few minutes or seconds, gives sneaky grace the chance to enter.”

I guess the One who made us knew grace would have to be sneaky, since beneath the skin we are really pink flesh, blood, bone, and water, walking around as though we had on a suit of steel-plated armor. Actors are we, pretending we are “just fine,” even when we are quivering inside like Jello in a shaking bowl. When we are scared we try to look brave. When we are mad we try to look unaffected. When we are sad we try to look, “just fine.” No wonder grace has to sneak up on us when our guard is down. No wonder divine grace takes the opportunity to reach us when we are face to face and really listening to each other, letting the eyes be the window to the soul.

So I challenge you to gather your courage today, and practice some face-to-face time, in place of the Facebook kind, as I hope to do the same. You could start by stopping your reading of this blog. Words about sneaky grace have little power. Real face time, experiencing how “everything slows down when we listen,” now that’s where the power is, the power to let sneaky grace find us. Let’s begin now.

*For anyone in New Orleans this weekend, I will be offering an information session on the 8-week Compassion Cultivation Training (CCT) course this Sunday, May 20, 12:45-2:45 pm at Rayne United Methodist Church’s Epiphany House, 3924 St. Charles Ave. For details or to RSVP, email me at William.thiele56@gmail.com.

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Listening to Anne Lamott

Anne Lamott photo

Listening to Anne Lamott’s unique voice is like attending a good AA meeting: terrible and wonderful truth is all mixed together in there, and you leave feeling a little saddened at the stark reality of our human condition, and really joyful at the wonder of being redeemed. Today I want to share a few lines from her last book, Hallelujah Anyway, as an example of how she speaks to me.

“I’m not sure I even recognize the ever-presence of mercy anymore, the divine or the human; the messy, crippled, transforming, heartbreaking, lovely, devastating presence of mercy. But I have come to believe that I am starving to death for it, and my world is, too.”

I, for one, am pretty good at feeling mercy for the people I like, (which unfortunately circles a lot around those who like me), pretty crappy at feeling mercy for those I judge, (which is most everyone sooner or later), and especially retarded in feeling it for myself. So I guess I am starving for mercy too. Thanks a lot for reminding me of this Anne!

“Mercy, grace, forgiveness, and compassion are synonyms, and the approaches we might consider taking when facing a great big mess, especially the great big mess of ourselves….”

I am starving for a little mercy when I see myself being “a great big mess” in one of our contemplative community groups: alternating between shining with a super-spiritual insight in my own mind, relishing a delightful word of vulnerability shared by a peer, noticing how sexy she is as she speaks, punishing myself for having that thought, trying to focus on something more pure, wondering how long it will be until we are done and I can drive home to eat dinner, hoping someone will say something that inspires me, trying to stop talking so much myself so I can actually let someone else speak, and on and on it goes inside the “great big mess” of my mind.

“I want to want this softening, this surrender, this happiness. Can I get a partial credit for that? The problem is, I love to be, and so often am, right.”

How many times have I settled for trying to be right, in place of surrendering to mercy? With my tribe I want to be inside the group who welcomes everyone, the inclusivists. And I love to say little digs at the exclusivists, who seem to pop up in the news everyday with their rejections of women, African Americans, immigrants, LGBTQs, the “other” political side, the poor described as “lazy,” (just making this list makes me glow at how “right” I am and how “wrong” they are). All of this is to show that I have special expertise at excluding the excluders. I can make subtle and blatant points within my tribe about how right we are, but I have a dang hard time making myself walk back up to the neighbor and chat after he told me how poor, black people in the inner-city are lazy and how we all need guns to protect ourselves from those dangerous criminals. Is there some way to have mercy and still hang onto how right I am?

“I realize now how desperately, how grievously, I have needed the necessary mercy to experience self-respect.”

Over the past year I learned Anne and I are not the only ones who struggle with genuine self-respect, which might mean practicing little acts of mercy toward ourselves. The Stanford professors teaching our Compassion Cultivation Teacher Training course have reminded us of the studies showing how people in the West have a much easier time feeling compassion for others than ourselves. This caused them to rearrange the order of practicing compassion cultivation to start with a loved one, and then work into cultivating compassion and loving-kindness for ourselves. (If we get a little experience with that hard work under our belts, we can move toward compassion for strangers, difficult people, and all beings. More about that later).

Maybe the uphill battle of practicing a little mercy for ourselves is one of the greatest gifts Anne Lamott has been trying to offer us all in her writing. In describing her own daily battles with this monumental task, she is telling us it is okay if we struggle with boarding the self-mercy train. I know I need help with this one. I really need friends around me who accept, and even kind of like, me as I am. Being illiterate in reading the truth of my own innate value, the kind that is based on nothing but simple being, I need them to be professors of the high art of having mercy for me. I need their teaching of acceptance. I need the remedial class in mercy-for-self most every day. (No wonder I built a career around forming contemplative communities who meet everyday).

In a few months we will welcome Anne Lamott to New Orleans. She will not speak for many hours in a lecture format like we often have for our annual contemplative conference. She will share like someone does at a good AA meeting: telling her story of terrible and wonderful truth all mixed together in a way that helps us touch our own humanity and walk away feeling a bit more redeemed. We will try to withhold our projections of greatness and offer her the mercy of accepting her as a messy human just like us. We will thank her for sharing her own story, just like AA friends thank each other: expecting nothing but Anne being herself, and hoping we can have eyes to see the presence of The Mercy right there in the messy middle of it all.

If you want to join us for “An Evening with Anne Lamott” on Saturday, October 20, and get a copy of her next book, Almost Everything, watch our website for registration details at http://www.thescl.net. In the meantime, practice a little mercy for yourself here and there, and if you want to, come share your own messy story in one of our contemplative communities. We will try to do the same.


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