Where is your joy today, dear ones? Does it feel far away, at the end of some long-line of shoulds, musts, and whens? Conditioned on some set of circumstances that may or may not be within your control? Or perhaps it feels just out of reach, one obstacle away; if only there was more time, more money, less stress, less responsibilities, less pain, more or less of … whatever it is that feels in the way today.
And, how long have you been waiting?
When the roses speak, I pay attention
“As long as we are able to
be extravagant we will be
hugely and damply
extravagant. Then we will drop
foil by foil to the ground. This
is our unalterable task, and we do it joyfully.”And they went on, “Listen,
the heart-shackles are not as you think,
death, illness, pain,
unrequited hope, not loneliness, butlassitude, rue, vainglory, fear, anxiety,
selfishness.”Their fragrance all the while rising
from their blind bodies, making me
spin with joy.~ Mary Oliver, from Thirst (2006)
I had been waiting a long, long time. Putting joy off for some other time, when the dishes are done, the bills are paid, the class is over, the job is secure, the people I care about are healthy, my body feels good, the emotional pain is gone, the lesson is learned, the world is at peace…
But lately, strangely, joy has been arising in the most unexpected places. Right here, actually. Right in the midst of the chaos. It comes in moments, in flashes of connection, when somehow the breaking of my heart breaks it simultaneously out of its shackles, and wonder, pain, joy, all come rushing in.
What if, as Mary Oliver says, the “heart-shackles” are not what we think: death, illness, pain, all of the internal and external “obstacles” we fight, resist, and long – in vain – to be rid of. What if the true shackles live within our fear and denial of those realities; in the ways we hold on to wishes for different lives and different selves; in our bitterness, our worry, our apathy, our endless striving for achievement and reliance on pride, our disconnection from the world around us.
Mary Oliver found a teacher in the speaking roses (and the larger natural world, in which she found endless sources of devotion, spirituality, and liberation). Perhaps we too can consider – who is speaking to us today? The trees, the sky, the little dog by your feet, the caring eyes of a loved one? What might they have to show us about joy, about love, about the simplicity and availability of that which we so desperately search, always looking out and away rather than close and within.
Where can we place our attention today, if even for the briefest of moments, to help us wake up; to see the opportunities for joy that may exist, right here, right where we stand, right as we are?
It’s an investigation, and one that may yield no concrete answers. Still, to me, the questions are worth asking. In fact, if it’s true that there are pains and losses in this life that are inevitable, then I can think of no more pressing question than how we might find sources of joy and connection and vitality that are not conditioned on living a pain-free life; that help us to live these brief, precious lives of ours as fully, and as heartfully, as possible.