Jack Kornfield

Does Jack Kornfield’s name ring a bell? He’s a clinical psychologist, Buddhist practitioner, and one of the earliest teachers to bring Buddhist mindfulness practice to the West. He began his training as a Buddhist monk more than 50 years ago.  As we continue to walk together through this painful time, Kornfield is one who can offer hope and help.  “Epidemics are a part of the cycle of life on this planet,” he says. “The choice is how we respond. With greed and hatred and fear and ignorance? Or with generosity, clarity, steadiness and love?”

Here’s a portion of what he told reporter David Marchese in an interview published in the New York Times Magazine on April 11. Perhaps it will help lift you up for today:

"In the Buddhist tradition, there are beings called bodhisattvas. A bodhisattva vows to alleviate suffering and bring blessings in every circumstance. They choose to live with dignity and courage and radiate compassion for all. The beautiful thing is that we can see bodhisattvas all around. We see them in the bravery of the health care workers or the unheralded ones who drive the trucks and stock the shelves of our grocery stores so we can all continue to eat. And now it’s time to add our part to this great dance. This is what we are here for. It’s time to make a vow, to sit quietly, rest your heart and ask, 'What is my best intention, my most noble aspiration in this difficult time?' If you quiet yourself, your heart will answer. The answer could be simple: 'I vow to be kind no matter what.' And when you find the answer in yourself, write it down and place it somewhere you’ll remember. Then when you feel lost or confused, take a breath and remember that vow. Because it’s time to become the lamp in the darkness, David. Where others hoard, you help. Where others deceive, you stand up for truth. Where others are uncaring, you become kind and respectful. This is what’s possible for us as human beings in this moment.”

I’ve heard from some people that one extra challenge these days is their sense that they are not doing enough to be useful. But Kornfield reminds us that that even the smallest good deed — a vow to be kind that we work to keep — can help us become the “lamp in the darkness” for others. And as one of my favorite spiritual writers, Fr. Richard Rohr, points out, when our soul is at its depth, we can become "a human being instead of a human doing.” What can you do today to find deeper peace for yourself and help light the path for others?

You can read the entire Kornfield interview here: Mindfulness Interview   And here is where you’ll find his videos, meditations, and other materials for navigating through the pandemic: Kornfield Pandemic Resources

Until tomorrow, be well, and be kind to yourself. That kindness can spread to others and ultimately change the world.

Love,
Nancie/Mom/Mimi/Grandma

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