MINDING THE MULTITASKING

Today was another Korean boy-band day (e.g., see Super Junior) here at my residence, as my school on the Mississippi Gulf Coast took a storm day and daughter Sanjina, already here from yesternight, stayed on my 'puter all day watching music videos and downloading music onto her MP3. The several Korean bands who she likes are similar to the Backstreet Boys (to me) and are quite good, in a 16-year-old American girl sort of way.

It's always the same: She multitasks on 'puter listening, watching, downloading music and playing with her photos and manipulating her Facebook and IMing and texting and sometimes doing school homework and interacting with me, and so on, while I play the housefather role (making soup today). Whew! I try to limit my multitasking to no more than three or four activities!

In those moments I can't help but think of the cemetery scene in the play Our Town, when the girl realizes, belatedly in the afterlife, the preciousness of the everyday miraculousness of life--her former Earthly life with her friends and family that she took for granted, that had passed forever.

We all do, don't we? Is there a way to consistently break through to the presence of the divine inherent in the everyday? When I sit here at my 'puter--finally!--I can much more easily practice minding and awarenessing (as the handwritten sign on my wall reminds me), but at school tomorrow I will mostly fall back into the routine, the rut, the messiness of dealing with other people and the rawness of human relations.

Oh, well. I'll look forward to Korean boy-band night again next week and watch my beloved daughter Sanjina Marie while she mostly ignores me. I did the same with my parents. Life--mostly unaware--does go on.

AWARENESSING THE MYSTICAL INCENSE

Have you ever asked the question about reincarnation, about who or what decides about the present circumstances of our individual lives? One answer, a newer, might I say New Age version, is that we as souls determine beforehand, before birth, what is to be accomplished, the lessons to be learned, and probably with whom we learn these spiritual lessons. This is a kind of free-will, self-deterministic worldview of the explanation of the purposes of human existence: we come to learn spiritual lessons that we prenatally determine.

The more traditional view of all this brings in the Law of Karma (Law of Cause and Effect or Law of Reward and Punishment). The concept of karma moves the present circumstances of our lives away from the soul deciding its own goals towards what seems to me to be a bit more mechanistic and impersonal worldview--the Law works in cause-effect application to the life of the soul in each incarnation. Thus, the soul contains within itself the results of its past existences, its past actions, which are deterministic of present circumstances.  

The first view, the soul-decides-its-spiritual-goals worldview probably appeals to Western ideals of primacy of individual free will, in a kind of spiritual individualism. The second view, the more traditional, relies on a "natural" law of the universe, in that karma is applied as impersonal judgment.

Hope this helps. I write this only as background information, about which I expect no one to believe. I'm not sure I believe it (reincarnation and karma) anymore myself. Presently I'm in a period when I seem to have no definite beliefs at all, when I have faith that having no or few definite beliefs is itself a faith that I find acceptable (and probably the most honest state for me).

I seem to be moving away from what I might label a more Hinduistic worldview (in 1985 I was initiated into Surat Shabd yoga or, older name, Radha Soami [it is not Hinduism per se, but a centuries old form of meditation practice], and traveled to an ashram in India four times over the years) towards, once again, a more Buddhistic worldview (I read Zen in the early 1970s and at various times associated with various Buddhist groups and initiated into a Taoist sect, in Taiwan, in 1988). All of this I am increasingly folding into an ecofeminist theology, a pneumatology of Earth Spirit. Thus, as I have long self-labeled, I am pagan-Buddhist-Baptist (and more).

Almost as a prayer and simultaneously a mantra, I still hold to my article of faith that I, we all, are, and should aspire to be, "conscious co-workers of the divine plan," which, of course, presupposes that there is a "divine" and a "plan." It works for me, without my fervently holding belief in the presuppositions, although there does, indeed, seem to be a "plan" to the madness (actually, I have some faith that there is a plan). 

I also seem to be simplifying my beliefs to a very few precepts: 

My body is the temple of the Spirit; 
my mind is my church. 
And, in my mind, which I do not dualistically separate from my body, I practice Minding and Awarenessing. 

These things I DO believe. Beyond these, I have almost no (definite) beliefs.

However, to turn mystical and poetic (as a project of Awarenessing?), I write this: 

My prayers are pure mystical incense 

wafting to Heaven. 
My tears are clear fragrant nectar 

bathing the stars.