Thoughts after our meeting: September

walnut-seasonA harvest of walnuts

We spent most of our first meeting sharing our names – and remembering the families who gave us our names.  (I’m collecting your “name stories”, and when I’ve received all of your stories I’ll send them to you by email.)

There were some common themes in our stories.

None of us, of course, had any choice about our names – they were given to us by our parents, and often that name linked us to someone in our family history.

All of us are descendants of immigrants, and most of our families didn’t fit into the American mix at first; it took generations for the Polish, the Irish, the Germans, the Italians to be seen as fully American – just as new immigrants struggle today.

Growing up, several of us had to spend time adjusting to our names, even changing them when we became teenagers. We were on the way to becoming ourselves.

Our names – and the families they connect us to – are signs of our containers, the outside that defines us to the world.  Inside every container, however, is a person who is developing into her real self.

The container and the contents

When we were born, each of us was given an outer identity – a body, a name, a family, a social setting – by our parents and communities.  Our first great task in life was to build and strengthen that identity – Rohr calls it the container that can define us, protect us, and keep  us safe as we grow up.

walnut-springWalnut blossoms

How beautiful each new person is as she (or he) comes into the world!

If walnut trees were people, they would occasionally pull up their roots to stand around new blossoms – admiring their delicate faces, touching their tiny, perfect fingers – and imagining who that flower most resembles in the family tree.  But of course, those frail blossoms would never survive the wind, the rain, the hot sun, the birds and insects around them.  So each potential walnut grows a husk, a hull, that keeps the inside safe and gives it room  to grow.

walnut-summerWalnuts in the hull

Some walnuts survive in their hulls – without blemish – until the harvester comes along.

But most walnuts are already broken open while still hanging on the tree – broken by the fierce rains, the blistering sun, the hungry birds, the pesky insects.  If walnuts were people, they would probably moan as each crack develops in their hull.

But the truth is, only after the harvest can the inner walnut be shared with the world.

walnut-fall A walnut ready for harvest

The amazing thing about a walnut is that there is more than one container!

walnut-meatThe walnut inside

And so even as we’ve come quite a way on our life’s journey – and even as we may think we now have the perfect container – there’s more cracking still to come.

And now we come to the major theme of Rohr’s book – some kind of falling (Rohr calls it necessary suffering) is always part of the human journey.

In Falling Upward, Richard Rohr writes:

Necessary suffering goes on every day, seemingly without question…. Most of nature seems to totally accept major loss, gross inefficiency, mass extinctions, and short life spans as the price of life at all. (p. 77)

And in the Companion Journal, Rohr asks this question:

How do you use your freedom to say yes or no to spiritual growth?  Are you open to exploring your own dying, stumbling, mistakes, and falling?  What prevents your doing this?  What difference could the willingness make in your journey? (p. 73)

You can write your answer here (below), or in your own Companion Journal.

 

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