Monday, May 8, 2023

Simone Weil on Attention and Grace

 


                                                        Simone Weil (1909-1943)


“Attention is the rarest and purest form of generosity.”

BY MARIA POPOVA

“Attention without feeling,” Mary Oliver wrote in her beautiful elegy for her soul mate, “is only a report.” To fully feel life course through us, indeed, we ought to befriend our own attention, that “intentional, unapologetic discriminator.”

More than half a century before Oliver, another enchantress of the human spirit — the French philosopher Simone Weil (February 3, 1909–August 24, 1943), a mind of unparalleled intellectual elegance and a sort of modern saint whom Albert Camus described as “the only great spirit of our times” — wrote beautifully of attention as contemplative practice through which we reap the deepest rewards of our humanity.

In First and Last Notebooks  — the out-of-print treasure that gave us Weil on the key to discipline and how to make use of our suffering — she writes:  Attention is the rarest and purest form of generosity.

This piercing thought comes fully abloom in Gravity and Grace  — a posthumous 1952 collection of Weil’s enduring ideas, culled from her notebooks by Gustave Thibon, the farmer whom she entrusted with her writings before her untimely death.  Weil considers the superiority of attention over the will as the ultimate tool of self-transformation:

We have to try to cure our faults by attention and not by will.

The will only controls a few movements of a few muscles, and these movements are associated with the idea of the change of position of nearby objects. I can will to put my hand flat on the table. If inner purity, inspiration or truth of thought were necessarily associated with attitudes of this kind, they might be the object of will. As this is not the case, we can only beg for them… Or should we cease to desire them? What could be worse? Inner supplication is the only reasonable way, for it avoids stiffening muscles which have nothing to do with the matter. What could be more stupid than to tighten up our muscles and set our jaws about virtue, or poetry, or the solution of a problem. Attention is something quite different.  Pride is a tightening up of this kind. There is a lack of grace (we can give the word its double meaning here) in the proud man. It is the result of a mistake.

 

Weil turns to attention as the counterpoint to this graceless will — where the will contracts the spirit, she argues, attention expands it: Attention, taken to its highest degree, is the same thing as prayer. It presupposes faith and love. Absolutely unmixed attention is prayer. If we turn our mind toward the good, it is impossible that little by little the whole soul will not be attracted thereto in spite of itself.

Gravity and Grace is one of the most spiritually nourishing texts ever published. Complement it with Weil on temptation and true genius, then revisit writer Melissa Pritchard on art as a form of active prayer and cognitive scientist Alexandra Horowitz on reawakening our capacity for attention.


Saturday, April 8, 2023

The Tree of Life

 


      Yesterday at both Good Friday services at the Church of the Holy Communion, we offered the Reproaches as part of the liturgy of the day.  I had not encountered them before.  This morning I learned that they had almost made it into the 1979 Book of Common Prayer but did not because they were perceived as opening the door to antisemitism.  I confess this did not occur to me because I understood them as addressed to the Church rather than to the Jewish people.  They recall the great acts of salvation history of the Hebrew Bible and the New Testament.  In them, God asks, "O my people, how have I wearied you that you have treated me so poorly?" This surely stirs repentance in the listener.


The second section- which is in verse- includes these two stanzas:


V. God in pity saw man fallen, shamed and sunk in misery, 

when he fell on death by tasting fruit of the forbidden tree: 

then another Tree was chosen which the world from death would free.

R. Sweetest wood, and sweetest iron, sweetest weight is hung on thee.

 

 V. Bend thy boughs, O Tree of glory; thy relaxing sinews bend; 

for a while the ancient rigor that thy birth bestowed, suspend: 

and the King of heavenly beauty on thy bosom gently tend.

R. Sweetest wood, and sweetest iron, sweetest weight is hung on thee.

 

These stanzas brought to mind three things.  The first is  a text from the Song of Solomon (Ch. 2 v.3 )  "Like an apple tree among the trees of the woods, so is my beloved among the sons. I sat down in his shade with great delight and his fruit was sweet to my taste."  

The second was a hymn I love greatly - "Jesus Christ the Apple Tree."  Most often sung at Christmas, perhaps it should also be an Easter hymn.   Below is the text...

And the third, Rev. 22:1-5.  

Then the angel showed me the river of the water of life, bright as crystal, flowing from the throne of God and of the Lamb 2 through the middle of the street of the city. On either side of the river is the tree of life with its twelve kinds of fruit, producing its fruit each month; and the leaves of the tree are for the healing of the nations. 3 Nothing accursed will be found there any more. But the throne of God and of the Lamb will be in it, and his servants will worship him; 4 they will see his face, and his name will be on their foreheads. 5 And there will be no more night; they need no light of lamp or sun, for the Lord God will be their light, and they will reign for ever and ever.

Once again, I understand that the Cross on which Jesus was crucified has become for us the Tree of Life.  Thanks be to God!  

A Blessed Feast of the Resurrection to you and yours!

__________________________

Jesus Christ the Apple Tree

The tree of life my soul hath seen,

Laden with fruit and always green: 

The trees of nature fruitless be

Compared with Christ the apple tree.


His beauty doth all things excel:

By faith I know, but ne'er can tell 

The glory which I now can see

In Jesus Christ the apple tree.


For happiness I long have sought,

And pleasure dearly I have bought: 

I missed of all; but now I see

'Tis found in Christ the apple tree.


I'm weary with my former toil,

Here I will sit and rest awhile: 

Under the shadow I will be,

Of Jesus Christ the apple tree.


This fruit doth make my soul to thrive,

It keeps my dying faith alive; 

Which makes my soul in haste to be

With Jesus Christ the apple tree.





Saturday, March 18, 2023

Mud, Spit, and Illumination - Lent 4A

 From Jan Richardson.....


                                                                Jan Richardson



For you, from me, here on the eve of the fourth Sunday in Lent. Because when grace meets us, it is so often not tidy and shiny.


BLESSING OF MUD


Lest we think

the blessing

is not

in the dirt.


Lest we think

the blessing

is not

in the earth

beneath our feet.


Lest we think

the blessing

is not

in the dust,


like the dust

that God scooped up

at the beginning

and formed

with God’s

two hands

and breathed into

with God’s own

breath.


Lest we think

the blessing

is not

in the spit.


Lest we think

the blessing

is not

in the mud.


Lest we think

the blessing

is not

in the mire,

the grime,

the muck.


Lest we think

God cannot reach

deep into the things

of earth,

cannot bring forth

the blessing

that shimmers

within the sludge,

cannot anoint us

with a tender

and grimy grace.


Lest we think

God will not use

the ground

to give us

life again,

to cleanse us

of our unseeing,

to open our eyes upon

this ordinary

and stunning world.


—Jan Richardson

from Circle of Grace: A Book of Blessings for the Seasons


Image: “Mysteries of the Mud”

© janrichardsonimages.com


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Thursday, February 23, 2023

A Blessed Lent to you all...



Welcome to Desert Time.
May you enter with courage and hope.

Ash Wednesday sermon is posted at the right.

 

Friday, January 27, 2023

John Chrysostom - Bishop and Theologian - AD 407

 



In the Episcopal Calendar, we give thanks for the life and work of St. John Chrysostom (387-407) on January 27th, Here is a quote I love.

"“A friend is more to be longed for than the light; I speak of a genuine one. And wonder not: for it were better for us that the sun should be extinguished, than that we should be deprived of friends; better to live in darkness, than to be without friends.”


Monday, December 5, 2022

Listen

                                                                                                    


Puerto Annigoni. Italian.1910-1998

As the noise of Christmas celebration - which started in October and continues to escalate (!) - I find myself longing for the deep silence of Advent. 

 Last month I had the opportunity to hear Paul Pearson of the Merton Center speak about Merton's understanding of the relationship between the breakdown in communication and its relationship to communion - that is, authentic relationship with each other.   Pearson writes, "For Merton, it is our loss of silence that has led to the breakdown of communication, and consequently to the loss of communion, which is the grave danger we face, and the reason why we must work to restore authentic communication with one another: “To live in communion, in genuine dialogue with others is absolutely necessary if [we are] to remain human.” New Seeds of Contemplation, p.55.

This Advent, may we find times and places for silence so that we can learn how to listen deeply, how to communicate and to enter into genuine communion with each other.