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Tending Joy

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Beloved is one of my names for the divine spacious presence I carry in my heart and whose eternal and infinite presence holds me also.  I’ve glimpsed my  Beloved, and often.  And forgotten my Beloved as often as not.  It is a strange dream, this living. A strange dream and a holy pursuit- full of beauty, love, longing and belonging.  What I long for is this: The joy of awakening over and again to find myself in the arms of the day; to awaken and say, “Hello my Beloved.  Hello my Beloved which is everywhere.”  ~Ingrid, From The Joy Book

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Coming Home

by ingrid on September 24, 2009

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To write about coming home may seem odd for a gal who hasn’t been away anywhere, yet that’s how these days feel - as if I am home again after a long while.  I am slowing down, easing into autumn after the summer whirl- a whirl in which it feels as if I went from the basement studio, where I assemble my books and wares, to the old Grange hall where I sell them.  As I slow down I begin to notice things and therefore to enjoy them - like the way the setting sun lit up Kwan Yin’s face the other night.  And my gosh the fish are vibrant and healthy.

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I’ve brought the plants in, and they make the house feel so cheery and alive.

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I’ve even been taking the time to hang out the laundry.  It’s a pleasure and a privilege not to rush.  How is it that my “to do” list is so long, and my “to be” list is so short?  To be less hurried, more loving, happy, peaceful, at ease….

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Another quality of feeling at home  is the sense of resting in belonging- of venturing out into the arms of the day that I feel when I head out on a walk somewhere.  Here, the fields of Tea Lane farm are so beautiful.

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The evening light filtering through the woods; the stone walls; the occasional deer- all remind me somehow of the hidden world of the soul, and the unhidden world which is right here, to be noticed, savored and enjoyed at any moment… as soon as I remember to slow myself down and to come home.

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May all beings be well.
May all beings be free from suffering.
May all beings be peaceful and at ease.
May all beings know love and belonging…

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The Blessing of Enough

by ingrid on July 18, 2009

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 It was a moment I can only describe as grace.  Yesterday, after I had finished my accounting, glued some House Blessings, and surveyed my long list for the next task to accomplish, I took boxes out onto the lawn to paint gold for 100 Fortunes.  Having done that, I looked up.  Bees were busily feasting in the lavender, a gentle breeze was moving through the trees, a woodpecker was tapping in the oaks, and I heard my inner voice declare, “enough.”

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 I stood up to take in all that I have been missing, my mind on other things. 

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 The other day, Ivan Granger included this thought in a Poetry Chaikhana mailing:

What we call the ego
is the individual’s particular way
of not being fully present.

Isn’t that well said? 

In my book, The Abundance of Grace, I wrote,

 

Grace is often found in surrendering our plans,
letting go the need for perfection,
giving up impossible ideals,
and humbling ourselves before the mystery…

~Ingrid Goff-Maidoff

As I declared, “enough”, I was able to let go my list.  I humbled myself before the mystery, wandered the garden, taking photos, and marvelling at the beauty all around me.  And I am so glad I did!  I will post more excerpts on grace next.

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Of Happiness and Goats

by ingrid on July 11, 2009

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     E.B. White said, “I arise in the morning torn between a desire to improve the world and a desire to enjoy the world. This makes it hard to plan the day.”   Do you have similar desires tugging at you every morning?  I desire simplicity AND celebration; working with passion AND time with my family; to give And to receive.  Although I am not convinced I can improve the world, I do want to pour forth blessings, beauty, and love into it, and I want to continue to determine how to keep my own burden upon it small.

            Sometimes I find a halting duality in my desires, when I fall into either/or thinking: improve OR enjoy, simplicity OR celebration, work OR play.  Then it is hard to plan the day.  I am saved often by the reminder of Both/And.  I may both work and play, both improve and enjoy, both give and receive.

 

         I offer these quotations from my Happiness book of quotations, published by Andrews McMeel, coupled with these friendly pictures of a goat at North Tabor Farm.  I love goats.  I love their full embodiment of  humility and playfulness, enthusiasm and curiosity.  They do not seem torn between the desires to improve or enjoy- they simply enjoy.

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Live in each season as it passes;

breathe the air,

drink the drink,

taste the fruit.

~Henry David Thoreau

 

Mix a little foolishness
in with your serious plans.

It is lovely to be silly at the right moment.

~Horace

 

 

The burden of self is lightened

when I laugh at myself.

~Rabindranath Tagore

 

 

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The car has broken down,

my love is far away.

My bones feel weary,

and my mind is tired.

Still, I can say with joy

that happiness remains.

~Ingrid Goff-Maidoff

 

 

Dwell as near as possible

to the channel in which your life flows.

~Henry David Thoreau

 

It is the simple things in life that make living worthwhile,
the sweet fundamental things

such as love and duty, work and rest, and

living close to nature. ~Laura Ingalls Wilder

 

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The Infinite Goodness has such wide arms,

it takes everyone that turns to it.

~Dante

 

Such blessings we receive,

such gifts of grace!

If we have wandered

from the path of gladness,

point us back to Life!

~Ingrid Goff-Maidoff

 

 

The journey is the reward.

~Chinese Proverb

 

If only we’d stop trying to be happy~

we’d have a pretty good time.

~Edith Wharton

 

Be happy.  It’s one way of being wise.

~Colette

 

  

The big question is whether you are going to be able
 to say a hearty “yes!” to your adventure.
 ~Joseph Campbell

 

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Opening Words: Exploring Joy

by ingrid on May 29, 2009

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 The very purpose of our lives
is happiness and joyfulness.
That is very clear.
~Dalai Lama

 

 

On Tuesday, June 2nd, I will be a guest at Jan Lundy’s blog, Awake Is Good.  I will be there all day to explore joy- to have a conversation with you. Please stop by.  At the end of the day, Jan will give away a copy of my Joy Book, as well as a bunch of my other inspirational offerings.  I will open our conversation Tuesday with this article.

 

 

Exploring Joy              

      I love words. I love to get down into them, coaxing them from a tight bud into an open flower, revealing multiple petals fragrant with meaning.  And I love to make connections between wisdom traditions, listening for what others have said throughout time and around the world.  This has become a kind of path for me, and it is the way in which I have been exploring Joy for many years.  While I don’t know everything there is to know about Joy, I have sought the world’s wisdom, sat with it fondly, and welcomed Joy to take up residence in my thoughts and in my heart.  For me, Joy will always be a kind of personal opening, or a journey - an intimate exploration into life and a sense of love and belonging.

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       In my exploration of Joy, I found that we all have various ideas about what it means. Some of us have even developed an aversion for the word, so I was eager to move beyond a bud-like understanding and open it up to a fuller flower.  I also discovered that many dictionaries offer a rather superficial definition: the anticipation of something one wants or desires.   Yet I had a strong inkling that Joy was not merely the result of something as fleeting as wants and desires, accomplishment or acquisition, (and not even simply the exuberant rush of good feelings) but more to do with a sustained intimacy with the eternal, spiritual dimension of our lives -a dimension which is sometimes forgotten or ignored in the fret and hurry of our culture today.

           

      In fact, the more I explored Joy, unfolded and opened joy, the more it dawned on me, and I had to ask:  what if Joy was this spiritual dimension as well as our relationship to it?  What if joy was our essence: joy, love, innocence, harmony and wisdom?  What if joyfulness came from this spiritual understanding?  And what if we have forgotten this and are instead living with a mistaken and impoverished identity?

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       I soon began collecting a mass of quotes to support my theory.  Here are just a few of my favorites:

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of the truth of our oneness,
The oneness of our soul with the world,
and of the world-soul
with supreme Love.
~Rabindranath Tagore

 From Joy I came.
For Joy I live.
And in Sacred Joy
I shall melt again.
~Yogananda

 You are seeking joy and peace
in far off places,
but the spring of joy is in your heart.
The haven of peace is in yourself.
 ~Sai Baba

 I have spoken these things to you
That my joy may remain in you,
And that your joy may remain full.
~John 15:11

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 As essential and ubiquitous as air,
the presence of Joy is boundless, eternal,
without beginning, without end, spacious, ever-new,
ever-flowing, growth, the expanding universe,
infinite energy,  bliss emptiness,
the fragrance of a marigold,
the free fluttering of wings…

 (ok- I wrote that one.)

 This exploration alone landed me in a profound state of Joy.   I found that Joy emanates and is in fact suffused with a much deeper meaning than the one in my dictionary.  Eventually I, with humility and boldness, penned a new definition for Joy.

 JOY: 

1: An abiding and profound sense
of love and belonging.
2: A deep passionate awareness
of the very act and art of living.
 3: A sacred happiness. 4: An intimate trust.
5: A vibration. 6: An inner smile.  
7:A Divine Current flowing through us
and into the world.

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                    My next question was: How do we return to the presence and practice of joy?  What I am learning is this: To arrive at this Joy, we each find our own personal ways to tune into it, tend to it, and infuse our lives with it.  When we live from a place of intimacy with life, we live with an awareness of love and belonging; we feel held, energized, and at home in the world.  There are as many ways to cultivate this intimacy as there are people - some of us practice meditation, yoga, walking in nature; some attend churches, temples and synagogues; some write, some cook, some play the kazoo, some run, others hold each other.  I say it isn’t either this or that- it’s all of it, all of it.  Lighting a candle, enjoying the fragrance of a flower, contemplative reading, creating art, listening to birdsong or music, singing - even just breathing deeply - there are tens of thousands of ways to land ourselves in Joy.

 What are some of yours? 

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Take this
fanciful Joy.
Let it bloom
Inside you
like an orchid.
Let it open you
like a window.
Let it lift you up
to ride the wind.
Oh, Beautiful Soul,
pitch your tent
in this field of joy
and adventure out
from there…
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Living Quietly, and in Love

by ingrid on May 19, 2009

cimg1986Lately I have been asking myself, “to live quietly, and in love - is that enough?”  I think, for me, that it may be.   The more I settle into living quietly and in love, and determine that indeed it is enough- the more happy, content, peaceful I feel.  Living quietly and in love I may be a poet, wife, mother, artist, lover of the spiritual life, gardener, tinkerer, sheet changer, dish washer, errander, generous friend -  “Living quietly and in Love” seems to create an envelope of grace around all I do, feel, and am throughout the day.  It is like finding permission to breathe, and to give one’s heart to every moment. - less striving, less argument. 

This morning I caught the fragrance of the lilacs while taking out the compost to the bin- lilacs we dreamed and planted years ago which are finally blooming now.  On Saturday Jonah and I transplanted the strawberries, and I imagined Bella enjoying their sweetness. As we survey our fruit trees, we see that there will be pears and apricots in addition to the apples, raspberries, and peaches. 

All that we have planted is growing, stretching down roots into the soil, branches reaching up to the sky, drawing the heavens down…

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A gift of courage

by ingrid on May 6, 2009

Words that enlighten the soul
 are more precious than jewels.
 ~ Hazrat Inayat Khan

I have a gift for you, or perhaps for a friend or loved one:  I have put the quotations from my gift book Courage, a book of comfort for trying times, up as an article on my website.  In reality,  each page of  the small book contains one or two quotes.  Here I have broken them up with photographs to create something beautiful and I hope not too overwhelming.  I love finding words of inspiration and encouragement, and I’m certain you will find one or two (or fifty or sixty) passages here that will serve you well.

Here is the link to the article.

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Childlike Joy, two videos and a poem

by ingrid on April 10, 2009

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                Ivan Granger posted this hopeful youtube offering at Poetry Chaikhana earlier this week.  Don Alverto Taxo, a Quichua elder and Iachak (community leader/healer) from Equador,  invites us all to trust the universal human intuition to bring greater harmony into our lives, and to seek after life’s deeper meaning.  I appreciate his message, but also  love the music in the background; the children playing; the sheep; the gorgeous green landscape.  This is visually beautiful and spiritually uplifting.

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The beautiful innocence of the children in the video made me think of this poem.

                        in my village

 holiness was everywhere

like oxygen like breath

it sparked and it hummed

birdsong in the trees

 

we children carried our joy

down the long road to the schoolhouse

all day it grew inside us

big like hungry flowers

 

when evening arrived like a blanket

we danced in the dark by our lights

while our parents talking and cooking

laughing rang the bell

 

giving thanks around the table

we’d pause for eternal half-fullness

breaking bread and stealing kisses

between sips of sweet autumn wine

 

and sometimes it rained in my village

and we opened the windows to listen

to the fertile music sound of it

telling stories by the fire

 

then marveling at the splendid

sheer distance of the starlight

we’d ask for vivid dreams

to bless us in our beds

 

in my village my village
in my village…

 

~Ingrid Goff-Maidoff

from the Chapbook, Calling Forth the Riches

 

Here’s another irresistible video:

 

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Pockets of Eternity

by ingrid on April 8, 2009

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Today I am rejoicing in fragrance.  In the studio, lilies fill the air with heady sweetness.  In the kitchen, the orange tree is in bloom, and the jasmine.  Last night, my nose stayed awake to the fragrance of Easter Lilies.

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The other day my daughter Rose flitted from Easter Lily to Orange blossoms , expressing giddy intoxication and delight and fullness and joy.  She swept up her skirt and did a little dance.  “Who needs drugs with natural intoxicants like these?” she asked.  I jumped at the chance to mention that God, too, is an intoxicant.  Today I am lightheaded, each breath a kind of bliss.  This is from the fragrance, I know, but also from a beautiful walk I had this morning.

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There were ominous clouds ahead, but I headed out anyway.  I have been been savoring these words of Saint Teresa of Avila, “Just these two words He spoke changed my life, ‘Enjoy Me.’”   And I have been sensing of late that there is nowhere that God is not.  God is in the fragrance of the flowers, in the Stone beneath the Holly Tree that invited me to pause for stillness- to rest in a pocket of eternity.  God is in the Cypress tree that stands bold like a flame in the field nearby.  God is in the water, the cakes, the young woman I meet at the cafe.  I believe that Teresa of Avila also said that prayer was being on terms of friendship with God.  I have been feeling this friendship of late- with God, with life, and also with myself.  The Buddhist Teacher Pema Chodron teaches that Maitri is being a friend to yourself; being able to relax with yourself, and that it is the basis of compassion, and a seed of happiness and well being.  This week I am feeling that.

(If the word ‘God’ is troubling for you, I hope you can find it in your heart to substitute a deeper meaning: Infinite Love, The Divine, Spirit, The Energy of Life.  Sometimes I use the words Friend, Beloved, even Home.  Try as I may, I always come back to God.)

I hope you, dear friends, are enjoying such friendship as well: with Life, with yourself, with those you meet.  And I wish you every Joy in the coming days.

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     “I’m nobody.  Are you?  Are you nobody too?” asks Emily Dickinson in one of her poems.  “Oh, yes!” I say, relaxing into oneness.  Have I gone off the deep end?  I hope so!  Off the deep end and into the Ocean of Belonging.  I’ve been thinking a lot about the ocean as a metaphor for all that holds us.  I’ve been relaxing into seeing myself as nothing more or less than a drop in that ocean.  I am in this ocean, and it is in me.  And so are you.  We are all drops in this ocean.  It is the ocean of oneness /love /God /belonging.  In this ocean we are all equally held.  Nobody needs to be more special or shiny than the other.  We just are.  (Don’t tell Barney the big purple dinosaur.)  Lately I’ve been enjoying my drop-in-the-oceanness.  I’ve been enjoying my smallness. 

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        Slips in ~
                  Sunrise,
                            Lightness,
                                      A cleansing wave ~
                           When I
              Remember
       I am
Held.

       On the off chance that you would find this thought healing, I offer it to you:  We are drops in the ocean, and we are enough.  In her poem, Emily goes on to talk about frogs making a lot of noise in a bog.  Sometimes I think the pressure of having a presence on the web, of needing to let people know who I am and what I do feels a bit like the noisy frogs.   Today I just want to say, “I’m nobody.  Are you?  Are you nobody too?”
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