March 24, 2024

Excerpt from this morning's Zoom talk: "A Word Unsaid: Bridging the Abyss."

The idea here is: In defining and expressing the word unsaid by naming, you bridge the abyss. So let's begin with a few definitions. By abyss, I mean the metaphysical abyss, an abstraction, a space, between the concrete, physical, manifest world and the transcendent, immaterial spiritual realm, or to simplify, God. We envision an abyss as something very deep or unfathomable, immeasurably deep, endless. Abyss often has a negative connotation, a place of despair, and hopelessness, or suffering. The 'unsaid' is unspoken, unexpressed, or something we perhaps think, but do not mention; it is withheld.

Today, I am invoking what I am calling two-directional spirituality, which is dualistic, like life. Even though personally I affirm a unity, ultimately one field that is multi-directional, let's simplify this to two view points: God creates us and we create God, a two way street. There are other ideas and beliefs. Some in New Thought elevate human beings to a kind of Divine partnership--God and humans as Co-creators. Other views invoke ultimate oneness or a unity of reality: humans as a cell in the being of God, an atom, or a ray of energy. This morning, we look at our part in bridging the abyss, between our experience as human, and the content of our spiritual consciousness--the human role in spirituality..

In essence, the problem is our sense of separation. The very fact that human beings end up in search of the transcendent, of explanation and meaning of life and reasons for troubles, reflects separation. We feel isolated, alone, we face suffering. Our sense of this wondrous world, this cosmos, this infinity that we reach to understand, but fail to grasp, leaves us longing. Religion is our attempt to bridge the separation. Our solitary spiritual search is the same attempt to bridge the separation. With religion, we rely on the discoveries and ideas, and models of others, analogous to scientific models that we build on as we add further theories and constructs to previous discoveries, research, concepts over time. We layer knowledge and belief. This building up of ideas/discoveries/frameworks is the human contribution of consciousness in an unfolding cosmos. When that consciousness is directed to understanding what transcends the concrete world, we name it spirituality. But consciousness is not just thought, right?, not just ideas, it is also feeling. It is subjective. It is both our awareness of our inner being and our outer world.

Today let's take a look at the human side of how our consciousness and choice can close the seeming separation between those two poles of matter and spirit, human life and cosmic forces, to bridge the abyss. This is a call to clarify your spirituality at this point in your life and renew your commitment to live it--direct your consciousness, your awareness to it. It is about appreciation of life and tipping the focus of your vision and your thoughts, your consciousness, to expect and appreciate satisfied moments, while considering positive solutions for dissatisfaction. I am reducing all of this to 'naming'. Our job is naming events and moments. To bridge the abyss, you find and name the good. In naming, we fill in the 'unsaid'. Words become the building blocks of ideas and perception that make the bridge real. (Susan Nettleton)

For some of today's poetry, follow the links: https://poets.org/poem/song-myself-50

https://wordsfortheyear.com/.../the-way-it-is-by-william.../

https://www.poetryfoundation.org/.../the-bridge-builder

March 21, 2024

Announcement to all!

Hillside will hold a Zoom Service, Sunday, March 24, 2024 with Dr. Susan Nettleton

Topic: A Word Unsaid: Bridging the Abyss

Date: March 24, 2024

Time: 11:00 AM Mountain Time, 10:00 AM Pacific Time

If you are not on our email list for Zoom service and would like to attend, please email us at Hillsideew@aol.com or through the contact page on our website: Hillsidesource.com or message us on Facebook with your email address.

March 17, 2024

My thoughts for today actually arose from our wind storm this past Thursday. It had been a noisy night of windblown objects hitting the outside wall, and in the morning, I drove my grandchildren to school past streets strewed with palm fronds and tree branches, while the wind gathered strength minute by minute. I caught a parking spot just across the street from the school gates but the wind was fierce. Debris bounced across the street and through the yards, trees bending, signs swaying. As I helped the little ones out on the passenger side, intense gusts pushed us, almost knocking us over! There was a tree at the sidewalk edge and I instinctively grabbed their hands and wrapped them around the trunk, shouting over the wind, "Hold on tight!" They bravely clung to the tree trunk as I grabbed backpacks and shut car doors. Hand in hand, we all ran across the street and up the hill to the last opened gate, fighting the wind all the way until I delivered them to their teachers.

When I arrived home and sat in meditation, a memory surface of an afternoon in Palm Springs twenty years ago. I was sitting in stillness with my friend and teacher U.G. The wind outside was gusting then, and U.G. began to talk about a-causal events--that cause and effect are one movement and “the stimulus and the response are one movement.” As he spoke, his hands were in motion and at one point he raised an arm, while watching a swaying palm tree outside. He quietly spoke: “That tree out there, that branch moving is responsible for the lifting of my arm.” The room fell silent. In a flash of clarity and acceptance, I "saw" the interweaving of life, human beings and nature as one movement, there, in that room.

After my morning meditation I remembered that just last week we had been caught in an unexpected thunder storm as school let out. I drove the kids home, waiting near the front door. while the car was battered with a torrent of rain, lightening, and roaring thunder. Instinct told me to back up away from the trees on the curb and wait it out a bit, even though it was a short run to the house. Then the hail started! I was texting my son-in-law with an update, when the storm slightly receded and he came running up the walk to scoop up the kids, one by one, into the house with me following behind. Over the next 2 hours, the storm passed as quickly as it had arrived.

I saw again how instinctive our actions had been in the wind, as we-grabbed the tree that was just where it needed to be that morning; how we ran into the wind, dodging the dangers, focused on that space of grace. I thought of all the mornings we had driven past that tree, never really noticing it in the early morning rush. Yet, something in each of us--maybe even more so for a child--knows we too are a part of all that is green, we too belong with the multi-colored flowers that the kids love to pick, and the rocks they 'ooh and awe' over and the mystery of sudden storms, even in our age of atmospheric science. Yes, nature can be treacherous, but perhaps our solutions rest in the realization that we spring from the same Source. We depend on each other: people, animals, trees, bugs, wind, sun and moon...Life. We live with each other; move with each other.

By afternoon pickup time, the wind had settled. We walked up the hill, scouring for 4 leaf clovers and plotting Leprechaun traps for today, St. Patrick Day, as a door that opens to Spring. I invite you to take the time today to discover moments that move with the flow of Life. That movement is in you, moves as you. Life as one movement. (Susan Nettleton)

for poetry:

http://warpandwolf.blogspot.com/.../wind-will-blow-it-all...

https://breadsite.org/lyrics/530.htm

https://www.poetry-chaikhana.com/.../PeaceofWild/index.html

https://hillsidesource.com/daily-thoughts/2018/6/28/letting-go-is-trust?rq=Letting%20Go%20is%20Trust

March 10, 2024

Today most of the U.S. moved time forward. Our annual shift to daylight time savings time occurred at 2 a.m. (If you forgot, go change your clock!) The Sunshine Protection act, that would that would make U.S. daylight saving time permanent was passed by the U.S. Senate in 2023, but has so far failed to progress further with congressional approval. While the benefits and drawbacks are argued, we have moved time forward until Sunday, Nov. 3, at 2 a.m. when we turn time back and regain the sleep we lost last night. I am happy to 'protect sunshine', but in this American election year, it seems unlikely we will reach further agreements. So I encourage you today to shake it off, and consider your personal relationship with time.

When I settled into California during the pandemic, time altered, as life was focused on place and staying in place. The pandemic brought urgent time pressure for essential workers and research. Those who were on stay-at-home protocol seemed to have too much time, waiting, but in time, many did begin to explore home activities, discover, communicate (digitally) and create. As society reopened here, I found increasing time pressure. There is still a sense of catching up to all the changes of the last few years. This is amplified by those who commute, having had a profound shift in staying at home, then returning to congested urban traffic and office buildings. There is a certain collective, palpable agitation arising in the work week here as 3:00 p.m. approaches and commuters rush to slip out early to beat the escalating traffic mess that surely will come as 5 p.m. arrives. Those who delay may sit in standstill traffic as hours pass until accidents are cleared. What do you do, while waiting?

The question brings Thoreau's profound phrase: "As if you could kill time, without injuring eternity." The idea of 'killing time' trivializes the vastness not just of time, but of life itself. The idea of killing time dates back to the 18th century as recognition of the human tendency to be bored, to disregard life around us, by doing something inessential, or perhaps something necessary but unpleasant (boring), while we anticipate or long for something more exciting in the future. Meanwhile we make do with something or other, until the next thing comes. This is our failure to recognize the timeless infinite in which we "live, move, and have our being". By killing time, we injure ourselves, and miss our true eternal state of Being. We miss the wonder that surrounds us.

This week, I invite you to taste the timeless that surrounds you...is you, and is your world. The modern phrase for this has become mindfulness. But mindfulness has varying definitions and techniques, some complex, some mingled with meditation, some with a split or meta intent of watching yourself, your thoughts and feeling while you encounter or explore. It gets complicated. Rather, experiment. Whether you are scrolling your phone, preparing your taxes or a meal, sitting with friends or your garden... play with it. Give your attention to what your are doing. No dismissal, no guilt, no praise, no judgment, just: "THIS unfolds from the Infinite. This is Time in action."(Susan Nettleton)

..."each moment, each second of life is a miracle"...

Thich Nhat Hanh

for poetry: https://poets.org/poem/time-2

https://www.poetryfoundation.org/.../the-zen-of-housework https://compassioncamp.com/.../12/awareness-by-john-austin/

March 7, 2024

Announcement to all!

Hillside will hold a Zoom Service, Sunday, March 24, 2024 with Dr. Susan Nettleton

Topic: A Word Unsaid: Bridging the Abyss

Date: March 24, 2024

Time: 11:00 AM Mountain Time, 10:00 AM Pacific Time

If you are not on our email list for Zoom service and would like to attend, please email us at Hillsideew@aol.com or through the contact page on our website: Hillsidesource.com or message us on Facebook with your email address.

March 3, 2024

Today I am inviting you to rediscover spiritual ease. I say rediscover because often our first personal encounter with the Spiritual brings relief, whether we are wide-eyed young children or adults in struggle with ourselves and life around us. Spiritual realization brings awareness of a larger field that our lives take place in, often with a sense of Grace. There is new support, comfort, guidance, and meaning to light our way. We begin to search further, pulled by that first awakening. Whatever path has revealed itself, eventually calls us to re-align our actions, feelings, relationships, thoughts and words in congruency with our beliefs. At times the social order seems to welcome this, yet also simultaneously obstructs and rejects our Way. We struggle with ourselves, our relationships, relatively small events and big collective ones. Life is movement, which means as we live, situations and circumstances are in motion, they shift and our lives shift with them. In those shifts, stirred with both a host of spiritual teachings and basic human resistance, our emotions overload, and our minds spin on conflicts and complications.

Sometimes, the simplest prayer or affirmation is the sharpest instrument to cut through and steady our course. I recently heard a powerful one: "God, show me how EASY this is." It's a great companion prayer to another of my favorite ways of cutting through frustration or overwhelming pressure: "God, show me where my answers are wrong." The human mind is an amazing instrument, but it can busy itself with false assumptions and unnecessary demands. The mind, hit with emotional storms, can create enormous complicating factors with no real substance in the larger world, let alone in in a larger spiritual view.

This past week brought me an "impossible" transportation situation involving everyone in the family--all of us needed to be somewhere else, outside the usual weekday routine, in completely different directions, in the vast complex territory of L.A. County transportation. All time frames unexpectedly overlapped and we had two cars to get 3 adults and 3 kids when and where they needed to be. I was wracking my brain the night before with unsatisfactory possibilities and unacceptable plans. Then, I remembered the prayer. In meditation mode, I quieted my thoughts with the prayer as a mantra: "Show me how EASY this is." Amazingly, laughably, the complicated grid dissolved and its puzzle pieces fell into place. The solution, a mini-awakening freed from the choke hold of my "solutions", was so obvious--three quick phone calls the next morning (to a dentist and 2 schools), brought peace and freedom to all.

If the spiritual life does not bring ease, what is its value? Suffering is far from the point of Life. Yes, of course there are times of struggle and painful life events, but we do not have to add our misguided expectations and rules of order to those times. Yes, there are times of deep struggle to find our way to Light; ultimately that is our struggle to give way, to surrender to the Unknown. But God, being God, doesn't struggle. As we grow in our faith and surrender, we can affirm the Ease of God. And we can extend that Ease as a Blessing to others, beyond the frame of ourselves. As Chuang Tzu reminds us below, this is not about trying to make things easy, but accepting the Gift. Have an Easy day. (Susan Nettleton)

for poetry: https://www.poetryfoundation.org/.../high-flight...

https://www.wisdom2be.com/.../when-the-shoe-fits-by...

https://wordsfortheyear.com/.../25/gift-by-czeslaw-milosz/

February 25, 2024

Today I am reflecting on our awareness and attitude toward the body. The Heart of February is no longer just about Valentines Day; it is the month that public health programs and the American Heart Association spotlight physical heart health, offering abundant guidance on healthy lifestyles, and reminding us that heart disease is the leading cause of death in America. We have learned a great deal about the human physical heart (including the mutual interactions of emotions and cardiac functions) in the 60 years since the first proclamation of Heart Health month in1964. Public awareness is certainly higher now, yet many, many people still struggle to care for their physical body. In view of that, I invite you to consider your awareness and attitude about spirituality and your physical body.

One of the great gifts of my years of medical education was the detailed study and hands-on examination of human bodies. I felt awe in the physical intricacies of form and exchange, of mechanics and circuitry, of differences and sameness; the impact of time, injury, microorganisms, interventions, birth and death processes, and above all healing brought new depth to my sense of Cosmic Order in the magnificence and mystery of Life. Over my years of psychiatry and spiritual counseling, I have moved and supported people through physical incapacity destructive impulses, and self-punishing rejection of their bodies. I have also been amazed by people who live with significant physical limitations, yet find peace, purpose and meaning in their lives, caring for themselves and others. I have listened to a vast array of attitudes and beliefs surrounding physicality and spirituality. These experiences helped shape my personal sense that my body is me and yet not me.

Once while spending a summer in Switzerland with my friend and teacher, U.G., I took a mountain walk with another friend, Moorty. We hiked a trail above Gstaad, along phenomenal snow capped peaks with the most clear, pure air, as we discussed the summer's dialogues. We stopped briefly at a little bistro tucked along the pines. As we walked back out into the sun, Moorty continued talking, but I no longer heard his words. My body dissolved. All that was left was the sensation of a narrow band of energy at the level of my vision. I saw the mountains, was vaguely aware of sound, but the body was absent--I was just vibrating energy and awareness. Impossible really, to describe further. I don't know how long it lasted, I imagine a few minutes. Then my physical awareness gently returned. Moorty, continuing his comments, seemed not to have noticed. I said nothing; had absolutely nothing to say. We walked the return path in silence.

It now seems to me that the body is an incredible instrument of this Life, with its own intelligence beyond our direction, although obviously, we can and do direct it in part. It is our vehicle on this Earth life, not separate and apart from a transcendent life of consciousness, which I cannot define. As such, it deserves respect, and yes, love. The renowned yoga teacher, B.K.S. Iyengar said that the body is our child, and as such it is our job to take care of it, love it, as we would care for a child and it will take care of us. He wrote: “The physical body is not only a temple for our soul, but the means by which we embark on the inward journey toward the core.” Let this last week in February bring you new understanding, love, and care for yourself as this body that has grown you and led into the world and inward. (Susan Nettleton)

for poetry: https://virginiasvoice.blogspot.com/.../05/place-to-sit.html

https://allpoetry.com/I-Am-Not-I

https://onlyart.org/poets/rainer-maria-rilke/sunset/

February 18, 2024

This weekend has me reflecting on a phrase I read long ago: "the leisureliness of eternity". I discovered it buried in one of the many books I read by the prolific spiritual author, Evelyn Underhill (1875 – 1941). It has floated in my consciousness for decades. The passage spoke of the pinnacles of Christian Sainthood, those who historically moved through religious and worldly activities with Grace and Peace, unpressured by time or urgency. Their movement was centered in their understanding and personal experiences of God as the eternal Doer of all things, beyond human frameworks of time. Underhill also declared: "On every level of life, from housework to heights of prayer, in all judgment and efforts to get things done, hurry and impatience are sure marks of the amateur." The call to the spiritual life is ultimately a call to the deep Peace of God as Source and Sustainer of all creation in the leisureliness of eternity. And, "He who is in a hurry, delays the things of God."(St.Vincent de Paul).

Contrast this aspect of spiritual peace with our 2024 culture of urgency. Our current awareness of the threats of climate change has fueled a growing world wide concern; humanity must acknowledge our environmental neglect and face substantial changes across the globe. We stretch to research and implement new policies and technology that will impact the current 195 countries on Earth. The warning message of our time frame varies, depending on scientific studies, region, politics and commercial interests. We have solutions coming to the forefront, but simultaneously, centuries of conflicting beliefs, varying cultures, and human drives for power and dominance as yet block our way.

This is one layer of a 21st Century collective urgency (conscious or unconscious), that was unknown in the medieval and renaissance ages of the high saints. Yet, they all were surrounded by beliefs about the world and it's future, whether it was the 2nd coming of Christ, or Armageddon, or the threats of Satan and Eternal Damnation, or the "Infidels" that spurred war. They too had their Plagues, as we had the Covid-19 Pandemic, bringing further collective urgency. Beyond those comparisons though, our current world has the rapid rise of the digital age with new tools for those who seek to leverage the power of constant urgency. On one hand, the urgency of Covid-19 sparked phenomenal international scientific cooperation, and delivered us vaccines and treatments that are still progressing. On the other hand, the Pandemic opened a space of new conflict and division, driven with an unrelenting call of Urgent. That call of Urgent has become the go-to pressure of commercial sales, the standard of weather news, a political battle cry, a fundraising imperative, your fleeting chance for health, and of course, the sly opening for riches, name, fame...Urgency loses it's meaning when everything is labeled urgent. It also recks havoc on the human body and robs us of our Peace.

Today, I invite you to the leisureliness of eternity, as a meditation and a practice. Here in So. California we face more possible rain and flood warnings. I am grateful for the local police, fire, and city messaging across L.A. County that maintains safety by keeping residents updated in potential emergencies during storms and other events. It is an efficient system. Knowing that brings calm to a storm. And knowing that in the context of a larger Spiritual landscape, reshapes the present moment with the clarity to act, if and when, action is called for. Then, the context of "act now" becomes your specific movement of Life in the vastness of the All, free of false shouts of urgent. This is 21st Century spirituality--our place, right now in the space of leisurely eternity. Why not embrace it? (Susan Nettleton)

https://www.poetryfoundation.org/.../upon-time-and-eternity

https://allpoetry.com/Presence-of-Eternity

https://www.rhianbowley.com/2014/04/urgently/

https://www.poetry-chaikhana.com/

February 11, 2024

This week brings Valentine's Day, a day that for centuries celebrated romantic love. In time, largely promoted by commercial interest, the holiday expanded to include all levels of love, from classroom friendships to spiritual connections, and retaining its vague origins related to religious sacrifice. It's interesting to consider the broadening expanse of the holiday over time as culture molds and reshapes the meaning and terms of our attachments to one another. Valentine Day itself, no matter which level of love and connection is significant to us personally, shapes our human framework for understanding of, and living with, the emotion of love. That framework includes seeking love, defining relationships, and healing from hurt, as well as living with decidedly long term friendships and companionship.

Thinking of this, last week's torrential rain is still on my mind. As I sat with the continuous rain and severe weather warnings, I recalled the story of a couple who had struggled and saved money for a week's vacation to explore the Grand Teton's majestic mountains and trails in Wyoming, only to face day after day of unrelenting rain, confining them to the lodge. An elderly man stood out among vacationers congregating in the lodge, struggling to salvage some sense of enjoyment. The elder remain joyful, delighting in conversation, an occasional card game, or simply reading in the open lobby. As the week ended, the husband of the very disappointed, grumbling couple finally asked this old man, how he could possibly enjoy passing time in the storm. The elder simply responded with, "When it rains, I let it." Letting it rain with news of atmospheric rivers, mudslides, and wind disasters, while transporting grandchildren home from school to wait out more rain, was a real challenge. Letting it rain, I discovered, really is a form of healing--an exercise in faith vs. fear that sharpens our capacity to let life show the way through the storm.

"When it rains, I let it" runs parallel to letting love be what it is, and letting healing happen. This includes healing of disappointments, losses, uncertainty, betrayal, scars and broken hearts. Yes, modern psychology offers all sorts of tools for healing emotional wounds. Just like letting it rain can include a trusty new umbrella, attention to water flow, alternative power sources, and flood warnings, are all a part of letting it rain. Can we learn to trust by letting go as love runs its course, a course that includes the healing of our hearts. Hearts heal when we let them. Love finds us, when we let it. There is a naturalness that blesses us, when we let it be. (Susan Nettleton).

For more: https://hillsidesource.com/daily.../2018/6/26/loves-guidance https://high-road-artist.com/.../the-truelove-by-david.../ http://www.phys.unm.edu/.../walcott_loveafterlove.html

February 4, 2024

Ah, February has entered 2024 with its symbol of and messages of love. But before fulfillment, the story of love is often the story of longing. As I write this, L.A. county and coastal California is under constant weather warnings on an upcoming, destructive storm that I'm sure has stirred a collective longing for "simpler times" before the age of Climate Change. There is a haunting kind of human longing that we cannot always name, that causes the mind to reach for what it does know, to understand and find fulfillment for an unnamed desire. We understand the world in categories, defined by naming. Sometimes we gain further insight from other languages, like the German word Sehnsucht which carries a shade of yearning that goes beyond the English form. It expresses a more obsessive pull for a fulfillment beyond the reach of right now. It may be for relationship, or for a particular person, or place, or even time. We feel incomplete; the richness of life is incomplete. It isn't just the pain of missing someone or something, because with it comes the element of times of past happiness and the possibility or potentiality of fulfillment in the future, but right now, it is not there. Instead, there is sadness, melancholy, and longing all mixed in.

Many philosophical and spiritual writers have have pursued the theme of Sehnsucht and it's relationship to the Unknown and perhaps, Unknowable. It is possible that our heartaches of love and our happy moments of connection--in all forms--are ultimately but rungs or shadowy mirrors of awareness of our true being: we are aspects of the Source of All. The English word "belonging" holds that root "longing" and gives us a clue that longing is in the pull to belong. Modern commercialism and social media exploit the human need to belong by bridging the gap, offering toys, clothes, life-styles, behaviors that define us as belonging. They use the power of sensory stimulation and modeling to create longing for specific commercial products in the exploitation of human longing for cultural belonging. It cannot satisfy the underlying pull to awakening, to realization of our enfoldment in the Unity of Life. We are led by THAT longing.

Today I encourage you to a new awareness of your own longings and the layers of meaning they hold for you. When I look backward as this storm approaches here, I remember the frequent storms on the Gulf Coast where I grew up in Houston. There were radio and TV warnings and devastation along the beaches; there was also excitement and wading in the streets, as we literally watched boats float by in the flooded boulevard. All this was the Way of Life then. I feel no need to return to it. F. Scott Fitzgerald wrote that through literature, "You discover that your longings are universal longings, that you're not lonely and isolated from anyone. You belong." In 2024, we have so many additional ways to communicate universal longings that re-enforce an awareness that we ALL belong. The Way of Life now meets us as new forms, new knowledge, new pressure to move forward, not back--in union, not-conflict and one upmanship. Let that longing pull you forward into the unfolding, creative belonging that is Love. To Be is to belong here. (Susan Nettleton)

As Larry Morris wrote in his poem "Love's Barrier":

... and where is the Love in all this?

Mirabai would say,

your longing is for the Love

and that Love is in the longing itself.

Love dissolves the self

better than anything."

Further thoughts: https://yourmindfultribe.org/.../jiisw4jleqkp6goup5jeoz3e...

https://wordsfortheyear.com/.../2018/5/18/significance