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The Attitudinal Foundations of Mindfulness Practice

1. Non Judging
Mindfulness is developed by assuming the stance of an open minded witness to your own experience. To do this requires that you become aware of the constant stream of judging and reacting to inner and outer experiences that we are all normally caught up in, and learn to step back from it. When we begin the practice of paying attention to the activity of our own mind, it is common to discover and to be surprised by the fact that we are constantly making judgments about our experience. Almost everything we see is labeled and categorized by the mind. We react to everything we experience in terms of what we think its value is to us. Some things, people, and events are judged as “good” because they make us feel good for some reason. Others are judged as “bad” because they make us feel bad. The rest is categorized as “neutral” because we don’t think it has much relevance. Neutral things, people, and events are almost completely tuned out of our conscious thought. We usually find them the most boring to give attention to.
2. Patience
Patience is a form of wisdom. It demonstrates that we understand and accept the fact that sometimes things must unfold in their own time. A child may try to help a butterfly to emerge by breaking open its cocoon. Usually the butterfly doesn’t benefit from this. Any adult knows that the butterfly can only emerge in its own time and that the process cannot be hurried.
In the same way we must develop patience toward our own minds and bodies when practicing mindfulness. There is no need to be impatient with ourselves when we find the mind judging, or when we feel tense, agitated or frightened, or because nothing positive seems to be happening. The art of being mindful allows us the room to have these experiences. Why? Because we are having these experiences anyway! When they come up, they are our reality, they are part of our life unfolding in this moment. So we treat ourselves as well as we would treat the butterfly. Why rush through some moments to get to other, “better” ones? After all, each one is your life in that moment.
3. Beginner’s Mind
The richness of present moment experience is the richness of life itself. To be present in the moment means that we focus our attention on what is happening in the here and now rather than on what has happened in the past or on what may happen in the future. Too often we let our beliefs about what we “know” prevent us from seeing things as they really are. We tend to take the ordinary for granted and fail to grasp the extraordinariness of the ordinary. To see the richness of the present moment, we need to develop what has been called “beginner’s mind,” a mind that is willing to see everything as if for the first time.
4. Trust
Developing a basic trust in yourself and your feelings is a basic part of meditation training. It is far better to trust in your intuition and your own authority, even if you make some “mistakes” along the way, than always to look outside of yourself for guidance. If at any time something doesn’t feel right to you, why not honor your feelings? Why should you discount them or write them off as invalid because some authority or some group of people think or say differently? This attitude of trusting yourself and your own basic wisdom and goodness is very important in all aspects of the meditation practice. It will be particularly useful when practicing yoga, because you will have to honor your own feelings when your body tells you to stop or to back off in a particular stretch. If you don’t listen, you might injure yourself.
5. Non striving
Almost everything we do we do for a purpose, to get something or somewhere. But in meditation this attitude can be a real obstacle. That is because meditation is different from all other human activities. Although it takes a lot of work and energy of a certain kind, ultimately meditation is a non doing. It has no goal other than for you to be yourself. The irony is that you already are. This sounds complicated and a little crazy. Yet this may be pointing you towards a new way of seeing yourself, one in which you are trying less and being more. This comes from intentionally developing the attitude of non striving.
6. Acceptance
Acceptance means seeing things as they actually are in the present. If you have a headache, accept that you have a headache. If you are overweight, why not accept it as a description of your body at this time? Sooner or later we have to come to terms with things as they are and accept them, whether it is a diagnosis of cancer or learning of someone’s death. Often acceptance is only reached after we have gone through very emotion filled periods of denial and then anger. These stages are a natural part of coming to terms with what is. They are all part of the healing process.
However, in the course of our daily lives we often waste a lot of energy denying and resisting what is already fact. When we do that, we are basically trying to force situations to be the way we would like them to be, which only makes for more tension. This actually prevents positive change from occurring. We may be so busy denying, forcing and struggling that we have little energy left for healing and growing.
7. Letting Go
They say that in India there is a particularly clever way of catching monkeys. As the story goes, hunters will cut a hole in a coconut that is just big enough for a monkey to put its hand through. Then they will drill two smaller holes in the other end, pass a wire through, and secure the coconut to the base of a tree. Then they put a banana inside the coconut and hide. The monkey comes down, puts his hand in and takes hold of the banana. The hole is crafted so that the open hand can go in but the fist cannot get out. All the monkey has to do to be free is to let go of the banana. But it seems most monkeys don’t let go.
In the meditation practice we intentionally put aside the tendency to hold on to certain aspects of our experiences and practice observing them from moment to moment. Letting go is a way of letting things be and accepting things as they are. When we observe our own mind grasping and pushing away, we remind ourselves to let go of those impulses on purpose, just to see what will happen if we do. When we find ourselves judging our experience, we let go of those judging thoughts. We recognize them and we just don’t pursue them any further. We let them be, and in doing so we let them go. Similarly when thoughts of the past or of the future come up, we let go of them. We just watch.
Poem – Necessary Murder
Growth necessarily means change and choice; even passive choice.
Necessary Murder
The day I was born
Everything was possible.
Each decision thereafter
Murdered countless scores of maybes.
How can I take my next step
When I know how many of my selves
I send to the gallows?
But I am damned anyway
For even with inaction
There are untold numbers
Of lives unlived.
But choose I must
If I want to direct
The executioner’s axe,
If I want to make sacred
The sacrifice of all my lost lives.
My truth is I must choose
With purpose and joy and grief
To make manifest the promises
On which all my ghosts depend for meaning.
Poem – Men’s Weekend

Several of my poems refer to my inner demons or parts of myself I ignore or hide
as really little children that need my love. This poem is no exception and it
also examines being a man and what growth means to me.
Men’s Weekend
I sit and listen to the masters among alphas and betas.
I am so tired of the anger of the alpha and of beta’s shame.
I’ve caught a glimpse of a different, more powerful life,
Off away from the pack’s need.
I crave to stand in the glory of my blessings,
And to love my life – ALL of my life –
Not needing my wound to find meanings.
My heart bigger, stronger from the wound’s scar.
Loving myself so much,
Having so much room in my heart
For my hurt and frightened children
And the magnificence of my divinity.
Happy New Year!

Poem
Another fresh New Year is here……
Another year to live!
To banish worry, doubt, and fear
To love and laugh and give!
This bright new year is given me
To live each day with zest…
To daily grow and try to be
My highest and my best!
I have the opportunity
Once more to right some wrongs,
To pray for peace, to plant a tree,
And sing more joyful songs!
by William Arthur Ward
Poems for my Father part 3
Here is the third and final poem dealing with the death of my father.
As you will see, I had moved into a much different place about my father.
My Father At My Table (Father #3)
I’ve fought so long
So hard to deny
With angry, righteous cries
Your place at my table.
Your pain walled away
But alive and leaking
Through so many cracks
To form the dark parts of me.
All you were, I cannot be.
I’m so much more aware, alive
I do so much more than survive
Easy it would be
To reject all you are.
I could not imagine you
Hurting and alone;
A child holding off the terror.
Carrying your father’s wound.
As I carry yours
When I look closely
At the parts unseen
Your child peeks back.
While your wound is not mine
I can accept your humanness
And your presence that helped
Shape the man I’ve become.
Come, break your fast
At my table.
I have more to learn
More tears to cry.
You are welcome,
My father.
I pray I will be welcome
At my son’s table some day.
Poems for my Father part 2
Here is the second poem dealing with the death
of my father where I examine the first time I touched his face.
Touching the Face of My Father (Father #2)
Many years have passed since the touch
First and last, hello goodbye.
My father lay finally resting
Still unable to feel.
How could this being so scary and large
Really be so small and withered
As if much more left
Than just spirit.
Touch is so strange and confusing
The first time I dared
The intimacy I so craved
So many feelings fill the moment.
Afraid of death’s finality
Afraid he will wake…
Sad in the first peaceful silence
For the dream
That’s passed too.
Confused, anxious about what I should
Be doing… and feeling…
His teaching still alive
Even when his flesh be still
No meaning here to be found
Just the stunned pit
Into which this bedroom
Seems to have fallen.
Withdrawing my hand from him
My first touch of my father’s face
And of death
I am adrift.
Where do I steer
Now that the shore to which I’ve clung
However desolate and sere
Has sunk into oblivion?
Poems for my Father

It took me several years to fully realize and grieve the death of my father. During those years,
I wrote three poems about the process. This is the first one. Climbing the Stairs (Father #1)
Climbing the Stairs (Father #1)
“He’s up there, go see him”
Mom says from the couch
With a face that surprises me
With its strength and resolve.
I expected histrionics
An easy climb
Back onto her cross
A public display of her loss.
But quiet calm greets me instead.
This adds to my confusion
And fear
My father’s dead?
My father’s dead.
Go up and see him?
I don’t know what to do
Or feel, or say…
So I climb the stairs
Getting younger with each step
I’ve always been afraid to enter
The master bedroom
The lair where gods
And bears slept
Where punishment is meted
And secrets are kept.
Facing my father has always carried fear.
You can do better
You must be the best
Never lose, never quit
You’re nothing if you don’t pass the rest
Life is a war to be won
You’re a soldier, not a son
“Fill each minute with sixty seconds of distance run”
I am a good soldier
Wanna-be-son
At the top of the stairs
Facing the room
I cannot go forward
I cannot run.
Daring to Hope

Is this feeling, this light, real?
Do I chase ghosts?
Or the unfulfillable wants of a still hurting child?
Shamans aplenty promise respite and even transcendence
And still, after holding the gift myself,
I fear to hope,
And even push away, sometimes, the King’s touch
For fear the wound will only be torn open wider
With disappointment and betrayal.
I smile now in my recent knowing
That from my center,
The core of me uncovered from
The Earthy work of growth,
I am unbroken
And much bigger than my father’s box.
Really, there’s no going back
Now that so much Light and Wholeness
Have creeped, seeped, leaped
Into my soul
Revealing the demons to be children
That need my love.
Growth necessarily means change and choice; even passive choice.
Courting her soul

An important step in relationship building is becoming attuned to the ways our partner wishes to be loved and how we wish to be loved.
Courting her Soul
How can I court the woman I love?
How do I see her soul
So that my gifts touch
The part of her Earth that needs my tending?
Do I decode all the ways she tells me her needs
Through the calculus of my wound
So that my gifts are best received by me?
Being honest, do I withhold the golden egg
To avoid the oft anticipated
Future wounding of loss…
Of letting her know how much I fear
That in the giving of the egg,
I somehow give too much of myself away
And there’s too little there already?
Coming to court the woman I love
Means I am willing to risk that there might be abundance.
With this woman I have walked so many joys and sorrows
My heart surely knows her soul
And she mine.
Can I settle into her meadow and be a loving gardener?
