Sunday, January 22, 2023

 

Some Thoughts for A Sunday in January

inosculation

noun

1        The union of two vessels of an animal body by openings into each other, so as to permit the passage of a fluid; anastomosis.

2        Hence Some analogous union or relation; a running together; junction: as, in botany, the inosculation of the veins of a leaf, or of a scion with the stock in grafting.

3        The junction or connection of vessels, channels, or passages, so that their contents pass from one to the other; union by mouths or ducts; anastomosis; intercommunication.

The Century Dictionary.

 This word, Inosculation, was new to me as my eyes came across it.  At least, I do not remember encountering it before.  The photograph that followed in the article[1] I was reading was so similar to one of my own, taken when my son and I were seriously trimming a greatly overgrown, out of control rhododendron in my yard. I had never seen a living connection like this between plants or trees.



The article by one of my favorite writers/collectors of meaningful ideas, Maria Popova, shared some thoughts from Elie Wiesel, Holocaust survivor and Noble Peace Prize laureate.  He was discussing the importance of our interconnectedness, person to person and with the Universe as a whole.  One such thought:

“I believe if people talk, and they talk sincerely, with the same respect that one owes to a close friend or to God, something will come out of that, something good. I would call it presence.   […] I would like my students to be presence whenever people need a human presence. […]  If there is a governing precept in my life, it is that: If somebody needs me, I must be there.”

Ms. Popova frames it this way:

“Whenever we quiet the voices of so-called civilization — the voices of selfing and hard-edged individualism — that sense of the interconnectedness of life and of lives becomes audible.”

So much is conjured in my mind when thinking and feeling  presence.  Through the years I have felt in and out of presence often.  In times of meditation and teaching and writing about being here now it has been easier and more natural to feel connected with others.  When I have felt overwhelmed by the constant barrage of information, mostly about how bad things are, I drifted out of presence and into to hubbub of just making it to the next opportunity to regain peace of mind and the remembrance of the many friends who have always been there for me.  I begin to recapture the connectedness felt when I was truly able to be there for others.

Maria Popova points out that the greatest challenge facing us all, however, is how to be with each other’s suffering. In consonance with the great Zen teacher Thich Nhat Hanh’s insight that “when you love someone, the best thing you can offer that person is your presence,” 

To all who have been there for me, thank you!  For those whose life I may have touched with presence, I am so grateful to have been there and to remain there inosculated in sharing the Life Force of All That Is!