In and out of the Way of Parenting

November 2, 2011

We have no clue what mysterious force conceived our collective child.

She lands upon the steps before any church or temple has sprouted from stone, before God is even conceived by humans

Can we allow parenting to wind-sweep and wave-wash us until we’re sea-glass—smooth and soft and of great value only to children who are young enough to see the subtle heart of spirit in all things?

Tao Te Ching (well… sort of, I made it up—but was inspired by other translations)

The Tao Te Ching has been translated many times and in many different ways.  The legend of the text holds that 2600 years ago Lao Tzu (which means something like “old sage” or “old baby”) wrote down his wisdom shortly before his disgust with the chaos and disorder of his civilization compelled him to get out of Dodge and head for the mountains.

While I would highly recommend reading the Tao Te Ching as an inspiring text to help with parenting and with cultivating a tranquil and loving approach to the challenges of life, I’m personally striving to work my way to live the wisdom of Tao and that means less words and more stillness and non-action (albeit in the service of Love and compassion for all our collective children and our world).

Thus a little poetry here, a little cooking there, a walk to coffee, pick-up and drop off, pay bills and earn money, sleep and dream and meditate on the dreams… read the writings of my fellows, share my words, try to listen more, and more deeply, striving to hear the subtle spirit in the music all around us.

I hope this wasn’t too dreary or obscure to read today; I wish my words will bring just a little bit of extra peace to your heart, an enlivening of the feeling of abundance and trust in our shared world and our shared experience, a vivification of love and softness and surrender, a quickening of that noble parenting warrior who knows how to be tough and so can be gentle without thinking himself or herself weak.

Namaste, BD

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Kristen @ Motherese November 2, 2011 at 10:54 am

The Tao I know best is the Tao of Pooh. A wise friend once told me the gold is in the poop. I suspect it’s in the Pooh as well.

Your friend, in the spirit of Tigger and of Eeyore and of all creatures in between,
Kristen

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Beth K. November 2, 2011 at 6:40 pm

This was neither too dreary nor too obscure to read.
Peace,
Beth

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Katrina Kenison November 2, 2011 at 6:54 pm

Fewer words, more stillness. Yes. That resonates with me, my friend.

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Pamela November 3, 2011 at 8:34 am

Thank you for this.

an enlivening of the feeling of abundance and trust in our shared world

That is exactly what I got from this beautiful piece of writing you shared.

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Meagan Frank November 4, 2011 at 5:52 am

My new mantra: “be a noble parenting warrior who knows how to be tough and can be gentle without thinking myself weak” I REALLY hope to embrace that. MMF

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Wolf Pascoe November 4, 2011 at 9:14 pm

a little poetry here, a little cooking there, a walk to coffee, pick-up and drop off, pay bills and earn money, sleep and dream and meditate on the dreams… read the writings of my fellows, share my words, try to listen more, and more deeply, striving to hear the subtle spirit in the music all around us.

As good a recipe as I’ve read in a good while.

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