Tag: curiosity

The Lesson of Leaning In.

I’ve always loved this image of American author, Helen Keller and film icon, Charlie Chaplin – taken when the two met for the very first time.

And, how wonderful that this moment was so lovingly preserved.

Born to a family of rather modest means—from an early age, Keller seemed destined for far greater things. A precocious child, she learned to speak at just 6 months of age. And, among her first words? That irrepressible question, ‘why.’

Those around her, marveled at this seemingly endless source of curiosity and wonder. Until sadly, when – at just two years of age – she succumbed to a devastating illness; an illness which would soon strike her blind, deaf and mute.

I’ve often wondered what it might be like to live without the ‘crutch’ of our senses. Would our ‘sight’ become more keen in a world where the ‘colors’ were stripped away?

Look at how intensely he’s ‘listening in’ – leaning forward into the full depths of their shared experience.

How wonderful it might be to experience our world in much the same way – with a profound gratitude for those often overlooked and much subtler details. To ‘see’ in such a way that causes our world to come alive. And, with each new breath, a reminder of life’s living glory.

In spite of her adversity – or rather, perhaps as a result of her adversity – Keller became one of the 20th century’s leading humanitarians, as well as, co-founder of the American Civil Liberties Union.

And so, on this day, my hope is that we may all take a moment to appreciate her lesson of ‘leaning in.’

A Simpler Sort of Zen.

[blockquote source=”Bill Watterson”]“Did you ever wonder if the person in the puddle is real, and you’re just a reflection of him?”[/blockquote]

Do you remember when an entire day could be lost inside a single mud puddle? When hours would slip into the ripplings of raindrops upon an unbroken surface? And a long stick, just perfectly crooked, was your very best ‘explorer’ friend?

I used to play for hours along that stream, lost in a wonderment that only a child’s heart could hold – and still, carried on through all these years.

Curiosity has always been my Zen. And, a good spot by the stream – my thinking space.

In those days, there was no hurrying to get ‘done.’ Rather, simplicity in purpose, ushered its very own sort of bliss.

When we were beguiled by the breaking of water, bubbling over worn rocks…and the softness of moss growing against a  hardened bark.

In those days, we didn’t so much worry about our pants getting wet.

And, our end of day was always marked by those awful mosquitoes moving in…

[blockquote source=”Karen Maezen Miller”]“Your life is your practice. Your spiritual practice does not occur someplace other than in your life right now, and your life is nowhere other than where you are. You are looking for answers, insight, and wisdom that you already possess. Live the life in front of you, be the life you are, and see what you find out for yourself.”[/blockquote]

In simpler times, there is always a simpler sort of Zen…

And, when we can connect with it – there’s just no telling what wonders it may bring.