Love
Your Neighbor
“The
hardest spiritual work in the world is to love the neighbor as the self—to encounter
another human being not as someone you can use, change, fix, help, save,
enroll, convince, or control, but simply as someone who can spring you from the
prison of yourself if you will allow it.”
Barbara
Brown Taylor
We
arrived at Trinity Center on Emerald Isle, NC a little after 6 pm last night.
Beautiful place—comfortable, rustic, untouched by development, with all the
native flora and fauna still holding ground and lush. Eight women, all elders
with ties to Carol, the teacher. As I looked around the room at our first
gathering, I assessed how well the week would go. Will I like these women, will
they like me, will there be comradery, life-long friendships? One woman was
most interested in getting everything settled in the kitchen, one was bemoaning
the rule of silence during the daylight hours, “I’ve never been silent all day
in my life!!” One was quiet and somewhat aloof; one could not stop giving
instructions. One was intent on making certain she understood the precise
meaning of the each of the rules, and one was simply worrying about there being
poison ivy on the path to the beach. I appraised, I assessed, I did exactly
what one is not supposed to do when coming into an unfamiliar place and group—I
judged.
When
one is conditioned in early childhood to be vigilant, to be careful, to not
trust, one has a harder time of letting go and allowing someone else to “spring
you from the prison of yourself.” And, trust me, it is a prison. One with a
quick-release escape hatch; one that allows you to make decisions about other
people and immediately put distance between yourself and them—long before having
actual knowledge of their lives or personalities. Because the neural pathways
that support such vigilance have been operative for so long, not doing it requires
constant monitoring and extreme effort. It's simply the way your brain has
learned to function in the interest of security. It is, in other words, your
default setting. Changing it requires reprogramming.
All the
women gathered here are experienced writers, and all of them have stories to
tell. I am here to learn. My challenge will be allowing them to teach me.
In
the Spirit,
Jane
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