Poetic Medicine Journal

Heartbeat of Hope Retreat

Eremos, a center for contemplative life

Austin, TX * April 9, 2016

with Mirabai Starr and John Fox

A Letter from John

Heartbeat Retreat

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Dear Poetic Medicine Friends,

I usually write on therapeutic ways poetry therapy makes a positive difference to people. That includes those who live at the margins, people in hospital, who are in situations and places where healing is needed. I write to you about how poetic medicine helps renew helping professionals.

Yet in this letter I reflect on my life experience as a late teen and into my twenties--and how that profound time influences the direction of my life and my work in the world right now. That existential, spiritual experience relates directly to an exciting opportunity to present at Eremos, a contemplative center, in Austin, TX, with retreat leader and spiritual writer, Mirabai Starr.

I am keen to learn more from Mirabai, her presence and her deep teachings about living a contemplative life. While I emphasize poem-making in my healing work, that practice, and how I am oriented towards others, is deeply rooted in a willingness on my part to reflect and surrender--essentially, to live a contemplative life. Being asked by Eremos to join in their work, speaks to my core-this is what matters most to me.

This past month, with great attention, I have slowly read Mirabai's Caravan of No Despair: A Memoir of Loss and Transformation. Her life-story hits me where it truly hurts, her grief moves me to tears; it is heartening to the further edges of what is exhilarating, beautiful and unknown.

I feel significant threads in this tapestry are shared--the profound ways Ram Dass and Stephen Levine influence our life and work.

This occurred for me in the fire of my very broken places and a deep awakening, at the age of sixteen, of my consciousness reaching towards God.

Both Stephen and Ram Dass helped me open into a vivid sensitivity that is intimate with the human condition.


	Ram Dass in 1974

In the autumn of 1974, at the age of 19, soon after the amputation of my right leg, I stood with Ram Dass at the corner of Beacon St. and Commonwealth Ave. in Boston. I was distraught. I was in near despair about what living meant--or to be more exact, at that time, a fear that for me it meant nothing

I felt as close to hopeless as one can come; fear crowded in around me.

Simultaneous with this, strangely enough, I felt an unstoppable and forceful cry forcing itself up through, from my dark unknown, crying out for God's love, help and presence. That's why I was standing there with Ram Dass at that street corner because of my longing and brokenness.

It's possible I am pushing through solid rock

in flintlike layers, as the ore lies, alone;

I am such a long way in I see no way through,

and no space: everything is close to my face,

and everything close to my face is stone....

Rainer Maria Rilke

(translated by Robert Bly)

I remember he looked at me and with a gaze that felt and appeared to me far more fierce than loving, like a Jeremiah from the Old Testament.

Ram Dass said, "You couldn't get away if you tried."

What he said dropped into me like a small seed I could barely see. It took me time to experience what he meant. I had to wait to hear and grow into this:

I can't escape the life I am given; and more, God does not, will not, allow me to abandon Her. What I didn't realize for quite a while (and though I can still forget) although I felt abandoned in the extreme, the deep and lovely truth is this: I had never been apart from the Great Spirit, never abandoned, nor could I run away!

His statement doesn't address how I should respond, it said something else; I feel it speaks to a radical acceptance...not by resignation or non action...but a profound active acceptance that could, in itself, be alchemical, offer a spiritual opening.

That's what Ram Dass was saying to me--a deep, and, yes, fierce transmission of abiding, even tender, love.


	Ondrea and Stephen Levine in the 1980s

Seven years later, I met Stephen Levine (blessing upon him) and while I had grown considerably, there remained inner work to be done. What I learned from Stephen was how to deeply listen to a person. I began to reclaim within myself a much better sense of humor and playfulness. Yet, even more, I learned from Stephen and Ondrea the practice of staying with people, even when there was great discomfort.

All of this was essential to my own learning and I have brought what I learned from them into the work with Poetic Medicine.

Stephen and I shared a love of poetry and the writing of it. Many times we exchanged poems of the next 30+ years. Thirty-two years ago he was kind enough to write an introduction to a book of my poems written between the ages of seventeen and twenty-eight:

"It is not popular these days to write about God, so in some ways one might say that John is a very unpopular poet because he loves so much. It is the vogue to hide one's heart and wear ornate armor, to be appreciated for the hard scrollwork instead of the changing pulse beneath. These poems come out of the tradition of Kabir and Tagore. They are bhavanas, praises to God, praises to our humanity in its search for its true nature. These songs, as Kabir might put it, are "the breath inside the breath."

Stephen Levine

from an Introduction to My Hand Touches the Sea

What I want to offer with Mirabai is a day for you to get in touch with your unique heartbeat--that drum of life-blood, awareness and sensitivity--your spiritual heart which is so often connected to what we mean by that somewhat elusive word, hope.

We will offer dialogue and stories, writing and contemplative practice that encourage exploration, sharing and reflection.

In recalling Kabir's "breath inside the breath," it may be only a hair's breath underneath your physical heartbeat is another heartbeat, that is, by its mysterious nature, able to speak to you as a dear friend, comfort you with nurturing silence, cry out with you, or, if need be, cry for you, in a raw and absolutely necessary way.

Please join us!

Sincerely,

John Fox

HEARTBEAT OF HOPE RETREAT

Tragedy and trauma are not guarantees for a transformational spiritual experience but they are opportunities.

They are invitations to sit in the fire and allow it to transfigure us.

Mirabai Starr

from Caravan of No Despair

. . . . .

Poetry is a natural medicine that extends solace and relief,gives a cathartic voice to suffering, reveals insight and shows us what it means to be human.

John Fox

from Poetic Medicine: The Healing Art of Poem-Making

JOIN US FOR THE 3RD ANNUAL EREMOS SIGNATURE EVENT

Heartbeat of Hope: Life-Giving Nourishment in Stressful Times

John Brooks Williams Natural Sciences
Center-South
Austin, Texas
April 9, 2016

Drawing from the wisdom of the mystics
and their own spiritual journeys, authors Mirabai Starr and John Fox come together for the first time to help you hear, feel and sense the heartbeat of hope in the world. Using the gifts of poetry, meditation, and writing, you'll be gently guided to call forth the heartbeat of hope seeking to express itself through you.

You'll leave strengthened by your authentic voice of hope--confidently guided by its wisdom through the challenges you face.

For more information and to register, please click here.

To learn more about Mirabai Starr, please click here.

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I TURN IN PLACE LIKE A WATERWHEEL

I turn in place like a waterwheel

that gathers my immense thirst

in small pieces of spring

again and then again

and I keep turning, as autumn leaves

drift to earth around me,

over and over.

Yet the whole ocean heaves within me

and an immense oak shudders

as if it were the sound of my shadow.

As if these are holy things,

I hold leaf and water in my palms

lined with ages

of longing.

Longing for what?

For that heart opening

stillness that sings

only in the present moment.

Always there is this:

Hope and dying alive in the same house.

I know I'm confused. I say:

"Keep me safe, let me loose!"

How strange to consider

that God breathes inside me

as a deep and vivid silence

right here

within my human cry.

John Fox

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