Peace as an Everyday Practice

Dearest Readers,

This blog entry is actually a keynote speech I gave recently called “Peace as an Everyday Practice” for the YMCA Peace Medal Awards.

It’s long so if you’d rather watch me deliver it, click here for the YouTube version. (20 minutes)

If you have a bit of time, read on.

The YMCA Peace Medal Award is an honour given to non-professional peacemakers who are creating change in their communities through selfless action.

In a world where we are posting on social media what we made for dinner and pictures of our cats playing with tinfoil, selfless action is currently a pretty radical act.

And selfless action toward making Peace is even more exceptional because we are living in a time of war.

Not just the wars in Ukraine and Israel-Palestine but the climate wars, the media wars, the culture wars, the political wars, the race wars, the gender wars ā€¦ there is so much division and strife in our world.

And it boggles the mind because itā€™s 2023! We know stuff. Weā€™ve learned a lot of stuff. Weā€™re supposed to be evolved.

We possess the scientificĀ understanding that despite our differences on the outside, humans are 99.9% genetically similar to one another.

Yet we continue to focus on the 0.1% that is different and we kill each other over it.

Most of us know John Lennon sang ā€œGive Peace a Chanceā€ and asked us to, ā€œImagine all the people living life in peace,ā€ but did you know that he also challenged world leaders to: Declare Peace?

ā€œJust the same way we declare war,ā€ he said. ā€œThat is how we will have peace … we just need to declare it.ā€

Itā€™s so simple. Isnā€™t it? Declare Peace.

Imagine all the leaders just saying ā€œWe Declare Peaceā€. How different our world would be?

Peace has many angles. Itā€™s complex. Itā€™s not one thing.

I read a quote that said ā€œPeace holds many truthsā€ and that sounded right to me.

In order to talk about Peace as an Everyday Practice, I went looking for examples of peace, where the word or the concept has shown up in my life.

And I thought of the concept of the passing of the peace in Christian churches. This is when everyone either shakes hands or makes a sign of peace to others.

Whenever I attended a service I would look forward to this lovely way of connecting, passing peace to each other.

I wish we could do that on the street. You know? Instead of casting down our eyes or ignoring the fact that weā€™re all in a grocery store together, we could pass the peace to each other.

And I thought about the chant I offer when I teach yoga, OM Shanti OM Peace, which we do to generate peace in the body and peace in the world.

I wish we could all take the time to chant peace in the office, or at the bank, when weā€™re waiting in line for the teller.

Om Peace Peace Peace. Thatā€™d get me to the front of the line. I think. Maybe not.

I thought about my Indigenous friend who told me after her partner and a number of her family members had died that she realized that she doesnā€™t own all her dead loved ones and that she wasnā€™t afraid to die herself.

That struck me as perhaps the greatest peace there is. Detachment from loss and not being afraid to die.

I thought about my wise and humble friend who once said that when it comes to making peace, there was not a lot he could do up here, and he kind of swirled his hands around up by his head, indicating where systems live.

ā€œBut,ā€ he said, bringing his hands toward his belly, ā€œthereā€™s a lot I can do down here,ā€ and he swirled his hands around in front of him, to indicate the grassroots level, where he works.

And this is where Peace as an Everyday Practice comes in for me.

Because with the world the way it is, I find myself wanting to force the people in power to Declare Peace. And I canā€™t. I donā€™t have any power “up here.”

But I can practice Peace “down here” and I can practice peace in my own life.

And calling it a Practice is very deliberate because, despite being the keynote speaker at the YMCA Peace Medal Awards I have not, in fact, achieved peace in my own life.

Surprise!

Itā€™s true though, because like so many humans on the planet right now, I live with a core of not-good-enoughness, the foundation of which comes, and I know Iā€™m not alone here, from a complex web of developmental and sexual trauma, intergenerational alcoholism and addiction and mental health issues.

And I live with anxiety and depression. And I wrestle with the burden of colonial shame and feel acutely the pressing accountability and responsibility of white privilege, and I have been affected, as we all have, by the oppressive legacy of patriarchal systems, which continue to encourage all of us to look outside of ourselves for approval and seek satisfaction in material gains.

The truth is, it would be dishonest of me to preach the Gospel of Peace without telling you that my reality consists of practicing achieving peace on a daily basis because I live with a perpetually unpeaceful mind.

Maybe thatā€™s why I got asked to speak about peace. Because I work so darn hard at practicing it.

I mean, I gotta. Because if Iā€™m not meditating and engaging in spiritual practices and eating right and doing yoga and walking and going to recovery groups and therapy and reaching out to like-minded others and engaging in social justice activities, this brain will have no peace.

This brain will try and kill me.

It will say (and it does), ā€œYou are not good enough.ā€

And it will say (and it does), ā€œWhatā€™s the point in doing anything?ā€

Thatā€™s the internal war.

Thatā€™s the war of self-loathing and apathy.

And I think that’s what is radiating outward from so many humans to generate the wider wars.

Do you think if we all actually loved and appreciated and valued ourselves as individuals weā€™d be fighting over anything?

I donā€™t think so.

So Peace as an Everyday Practice means checking in with ourselves and each other. Not checking our numbers, our socials, our followers, our likes.

Because we are not these things. But when we identify ourselves with our numbers, our socials, our followers and our likes, well, we feel bad.

Because itā€™s never enough. Thereā€™s never enough in the bank account and there are never enough likes.

So practicing peace every day becomes the practice of noticing what makes me feel bad about myself and stopping doing it.

It becomes the practice of cultivating inner enoughness, which is to say, inner acceptance and, therefore, inner peace.

Last year, I published a book. Itā€™s a memoir called ā€œO My God: An Un-Becoming Journeyā€ and itā€™s about how I felt called to become a monk but realized that everything I thought I had to become I Already Am.

And I would like to sell this book to a lot of people. I would really like it to become a bestseller.

But when I focus on the pressure of selling lots of copies, and when I am obsessing about the number of books I havenā€™t sold yet and how many people didnā€™t ā€œheartā€ my last Insta post, I have no peace.

I am at war with myself.

When I focus on the fact a Gentle Reader sent me an email to tell me that she had lost her spiritual connection years ago and the book helped her to get it back, or that another Gentle Reader told me that the book made her feel human because it validated her own fears and doubts, I find myself feeling something that can only be described as peace.

Because this change in focus begets gratitude for what I already have. And humility for who I already am.

This is a feeling that canā€™t be measured by numbers. Itā€™s the feeling of being enough.

Itā€™s pretty easy to have peace when everything goes my way. But what about when things donā€™t go my way? Peace goes out the window. Along with the laptop when the spinning ball of death appears.

No, Iā€™ve never chucked an expensive piece of computer equipment out the window but Iā€™ve felt like it!

Having a sense of humour when mistakes happen or chaos reigns or even just when the weather isnā€™t doing what I want it to do ā€¦ these are all great opportunities to practice peace.

Find the humour. Not easy. Practice!

I recently had to wear an air cast for 6 weeks after falling and fracturing a bone in my foot. After processing the depression and the anger that came through grieving (aka bawling my eyes out), I was able to find the laughter. ā€œWhat happened?ā€ people asked me. ā€œI guess needed a break,ā€ I told them.

But finding things funny when weā€™re not in control takes courage.

And most human beings want to be in control. Learning to be peaceful when things are out of control or uncertain or not working for us can be very difficult. Itā€™s a lot easier to get annoyed and take it out on the driver in front of us. Or the cashier.

But this is where the practice of letting go and trusting comes in.

Okay, what do I trust when the ship hits the sand? Do I trust God? Do I trust the Universe? Do I trust that everything is going to be okay?

We can do ALL that. But the ship is still going to hit the sand.

Itā€™s much more practical to trust that the ship is going to hit the sand AND Iā€™m going to be okay.

So thatā€™s what I do. I practice trusting that I’m okay even if things arenā€™t okay.

But Iā€™m human so I still try to maintain the illusion of control. And one of the ways I do that is by judging others.

Itā€™s an ugly thing to admit at a Peace award ceremony but after years of trauma work, I understand that judging others is the trauma-brain trying to keep me safe.

But itā€™s really toxic. “Heā€™s not getting this right, sheā€™s not getting that right, heā€™s not doing this enough, sheā€™s doing that too much.”

No one is following the script Iā€™ve written for them! And Iā€™m very unhappy about it. Iā€™m quite miserable.

And I definitely donā€™t have peace.

But life is radically uncertain and judging creates the illusion of certainty. Judging is me feeling unsafe but trying to make life predictable so I can get through the day.

We are so vulnerable.

Control is safe. And underneath all that control and all that judgment is just a scared little kid who wants to be loved. Who wants to belong.

So practicing peace is really about cultivating this kind of conscious self-awareness of the mind.

When I get to know my mind, when I question my thinking, I start to SEE the judgment rather than buying into what itā€™s telling me.

And when I can see it, I can practice letting go of it. I can practice looking at what people are doing right and that they, like me, are already enough. Just as they are.

And the peace comes.

So, yeah, Iā€™m sorry to break it to you but Peace is work. And Peace is a choice.

Peace in the world requires that we make a decision to participate in protests and petitions and speeches and marches and organization. It requires that we declare it and then choose to take action and more action.

And Peace in ourselves also requires work. And itā€™s also a choice.

It requires that we become willing to change our minds, to surrender our fixed ideas, to let go of the need to be right. To let go of the illusion of control.

These are all choices.

Peace happens when I have the courage to say, ā€œIā€™m wrongā€, ā€œI donā€™t knowā€, or ā€œI made a mistakeā€ or ā€œIā€™m sorry, that was coming from a fear place in me.ā€

Or, hey, keep it simple, and just say what the kids are saying these days, ā€œMy bad.ā€

Another way to practice peace in our daily lives is to engage in creativity. A good friend recently said to me, ā€œPeace is not the opposite of war, creation is.ā€

Creation.

So, Iā€™m a creative person. I write, I paint, I draw, I dance. I was a theatre artist and filmmaker. Iā€™ve been given lots of creative gifts.

But when I avoid being creative because the negativity is in the driverā€™s seat saying, ā€œYou suck, donā€™t bother,ā€ Iā€™m not at peace.

Or when I do manage to muster the courage to do something creative and the fear jumps in and says, ā€œItā€™s not good enough,ā€ then no peace.

This is when I need to choose to become my own best advocate.

So I put my hand on my heart and say to myself, ā€œSweetie. Aww. It doesnā€™t have to be perfect. Youā€™re trying. Good for you. Creating is fun! Just have fun, thatā€™s all that matters.ā€

And I immediately start to feel okay. I start to feel like Iā€™m enough. I start to feel peace.

This kind of self-encouragement is a foreign concept to most of us. But Iā€™ve found it to be a vital practice for building self-esteem and healing those domineering negative voices.

Becoming my own best friend is peace-building because when Iā€™m on my side Iā€™m way more likely to be on your side.

When Iā€™ve said, ā€œItā€™s no longer okay to be my own worst enemy,ā€ chances are, you are going to look less and less like my own worst enemy, too.

And we can all create! We ALL have this Creative Life Force Energy flowing through us, animating our bodies, fuelling our imaginations.

With this dynamic energetic part of us, we can create community, art, technology.

We can create friendships, healing circles, and reconciliation practices.

We can create more inclusive attitudes, more open minds, and more open hearts.

Creation is our Essence. Itā€™s the stuff weā€™re made of. And when we tap into that Creative Life Force Energy, we are making Peace.

Weā€™re making the peace we all long for. The peace weā€™re waiting for others to declare.

Letā€™s declare it for ourselves by practicing it ourselves.

Letā€™s root out the self-hatred so we donā€™t project it on each other.

Letā€™s root out the judgment so that instead of pointing that finger at someone else we can see OH! there are three fingers pointing back me!

Letā€™s root out this deep down inside of us core of unworthiness so we donā€™t impose our not-enoughness on other people.

Peace starts here. We know this.

But what we may not know is that every single day we can practice choosing to like ourselves a little bit more, and to affirm our own basic goodness no matter what our mistakes and transgressions might be.

We can create anything from this power living inside of us, this Dynamic Force of Energetic Awesomeness that is the Source and Generator of justice, love, forgiveness, mercy, humility, and gratitude. All the good stuff.

We can do this. The Peace Medal recipients are evidence of our human capacity for selfless action.

So letā€™s all Declare Peace in the world by declaring peace in our own lives.

Every day, try saying it: I declare Peace with myself.

I declare Peace with myself.

Say it now, out loud, as you read it:

I declare Peace with myself.

From the fires of love,

Celia

The Missing Link

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Dearest Readers,

I was recently given the gift of an online course with Pema Chƶdrƶn, quite possibly the most famous female Buddhist monk in the world, and have been lately digging in to her teachings on love, compassion, joy and equanimity.

Ani Pema (as she is called) used to teach kindergarten before she was a monk and her instruction reflects that: she’s patient, caring and funny. I love the way she bravely owns her sh!# and humbly shares her shortcomings with all of us.

One of the more personally enlightening pieces in the course has been the focus on self-compassion. I’ve had a couple of pretty big revelations about it and would like to pass them on to you.

The first one is a quote I wrote and posted on social media the other day:

“It is easy to say, “Have self-compassion,” but it actually takes years of practice.”

Kind of self-explanatory.

The second revelation came when I was talking about the teachings with the same friend who’d gifted me the course. I was resisting the notion of “shifting attention from self to others” and feeling like I was being fed yet another organized religion’s doctrine about self-sacrifice being the path to heaven (or, in this case, freedom from suffering).

Don’t get me wrong. I’m all for thinking of others. In fact, I took the practice to such extremes that I acquired an illness a year ago as the direct result of over-giving and determined self-sacrifice. My resistance is well-founded.

But as I watched myself getting worked up with my friend, and heard my “out loud” struggle with the Buddhist concept, the fuller meaning quietly and gently dropped in.

It suddenly dawned on me that the teaching doesn’t start with compassion for others, it starts with self-compassion.

Maybe I’d gotten the order wrong?

“Have I been giving all this time without a foundation of self-compassion?” I asked my friend.

In a flash, as she nodded her opinion, it came to me that I undoubtedly had.

“The missing link!” I cried.

The missing link.

In order to “shift attention from self to others” I actually have to start with the self. My desire to serve, to respond with compassion to the suffering of others, has to begin with serving my needs and responding with compassion to myself.

Whaaaat? It sounds so SELFISH!

That’s the problem. I tend to think any focus on myself is self-centered. But without that compassion for who I am and where I’m at, I’m probably just running on empty. You might get filled up but I’m left depleted.

I don’t think I’m saying anything new here. It’s the old “put your own oxygen mask on first” analogy, but it feels new, like I’ve been working on a giant puzzle and I just found one of the pieces that got knocked under the carpet.

From the fires of love,

Celia

This and That

Dearest Readers,

The other night I was getting ready for bed with my 7-year old nephew who was visiting for the weekend and we had the most profound conversation while brushing our teeth in front of the mirror.

“Isn’t it amazing how we can look into a flat piece of glass and see ourselves doing the exact thing that we’re doing right now in perfect clarity?” I asked him.

“Yeah!” he replied with delight, “And how do our eyes even see everything?” he asked with genuine amazement.

“I don’t know!” I exclaimed.

“And who even invented words?” he went on.

“I don’t even know!” I replied.

“And how is this flat glass,” he said, motioning to the mirror, “Made from sand? How do you heat sand and get glass?”

I laughed and shook my head. He ran his electric toothbrush through his grinning mouth. We were both in a state of awe about How Things Come To Be.

What a joyful state. Taking time to experience this kind of childlike wonder is one of life’s great pleasures. It is truly a spiritual experience.

As an interspiritual person, I draw my inspiration from a number of traditions to get that kind of joy. One is astrophysics and I am a big fan of Neil deGrasse Tyson, the astrophysicist and television host, and am currently reading his book Astrophysics For People in a Hurry. It is full of hard-science facts like, “Every one of our body’s atoms is traceable to the big bang,” [p.33] and humble admissions such as “astrophysicists have no idea how the cosmos came into existence.”

[p.32, p17]

In Tyson’s broad-minded view, “accepting our kinship with all life on earth is a soaring spiritual experience.” (Cosmos, Episode 2, 27:25)

I also follow Thomas Keating, a Trappist monk and brilliant spiritual teacher whom I had the great pleasure of meeting at St. Benedict’s monastery in Snowmass, Colorado. (As I write this, Fr Thomas is very close to death.) He, too, is a lover of science and feels strongly that religion has to listen to science because science is giving us up-to-date information about who and what God is. By Keating’s definition, God is “Is-ness”.

Yogic philosophy also informs my spirituality. I teach yoga and bring the spiritual teachings to my classes as well as sharing the physical practice. This weekend I will be leading a workshop called Yoga, Meditation and Self-Realization. Self-realization is waking up to who we really are. “We are stardust brought to life,” writes Tyson [p.33]. Our very essence is Cosmic. Whatever you choose to call that Essence, be it God or the Universe or All, It is the very nature of who we are. I Am That.

But even though I Am That, I still have to be this human being. I still have to be Celia on a daily basis. I am a person with a busy mind and an imperfect body. Self-realization, or enlightenment, in my view, doesn’t mean sitting on a cloud. It means understanding that even though we may not be our busy minds and imperfect bodies we nevertheless have to live with them both.

How do we do that? How do we hold both truths that we are human and we are this Cosmic Oneness?

It takes practice. And willingness. It’s easier to shut down the truth of who we are and just grit the teeth and get this business-of-being-human over with. But look how much we’re suffering. When we bring the reality of our inter-connectedness into our individual realities our perception will change. If we are not separate from one another or from the Creative Force of Life then why would we ever hurt each other? We would only be hurting ourselves.

“How do our eyes even see everything?” When my nephew asked that question with such sincerity and openness, he was in a state of wonder. He was also self-realizing. There is something else going on here. We are participating in an astounding phenomenon we call Existence. And we are not doing so in isolation from one another. The more we awaken to this truth, the deeper our human healing will be.

From the fires of love,

Celia

The Return

Dearest Readers,

Resisting Love, the last blog post, elicited a number of heartfelt responses. One woman’s comment struck me as particularly pressing.

She wrote:

“I appreciate the message of acceptance and I have to admit I was left wanting more….more about how….how to accept…how to stay open…..how to live and trust and evolve….”

Isn’t this the million dollar question for all of us? How? How? How do we do it? How do we really live? Not just cope or get by or survive the daily struggle but really embrace Life fully and joyfully, living as though each day were our very last?

There is no One Manual. There are many manuals to choose from to help guide us but despite being given great wisdom from the sacred scriptures of our ancient cultures and having multiple modern-day self-help books from which to choose, none of us really knows what we’re doing. We are all just figuring it out as we go.

This is really something, isn’t it? We are all trying so hard to get this Life Thing right. And it isn’t easy! Being human is very confusing. Why did that happen? What am I supposed to do about this? What do I do with all of these thoughts? How do I handle my emotions? Am I doing enough?

Without an Instruction Booklet we pretty much just carry on the best we can. And we really are all doing the best we can. It might not seem that way sometimes and yet this is where ‘how to accept’ comes in. How would it be for me to accept that we are all doing the best we can with what we’ve got?

The inner perfectionist balks. Are you kidding me? she says. He is not doing his best and she could be doing way better.

There is no Acceptance when I am expecting everyone to be operating at a perfect level of human awareness and behaviour. Acceptance requires that I let go of unrealistic expectations and remember that just like me that person is trying to figure out how to live.

‘How to stay open’ is just as challenging. Staying open means leaving myself vulnerable to being rejected and getting hurt. Staying open means I will not be in control of the situation. This is unthinkable. The inner protector says, It is better to armour up and shut down. But being numb doesn’t actually feel all that great. What to do?

The ‘How’ of anything always starts with a conscious decision. I am deciding to practice staying open even though I am afraid to let go of my desire for control. Once we make the decision, it then becomes a little bit easier to take the necessary action, in this case welcoming the fear of rejection.

That sounds really unpleasant. Welcome the fear of rejection? Are you nuts?

The only way I can possibly welcome anything this uncomfortable is by cultivating a Deeper Understanding of Who I Am. This is where ‘how to live and trust and evolve’ comes in.

If I am 100% identified with my temporary nature, my little finite human life, then I will experience all hurt and rejection as being about me, about my person, as my fault. This misguided identification will then result in shameful feelings, which, in turn, produce the controlling, perfectionist, armoured-up person living in fear and anxiety.

Cultivating a Deeper Understanding of Who I Am involves dis-identifying with what I think and feel and desire. Take note, I did not say annihilate. Thoughts and feelings and desires are natural, human, and necessary and I am not trying to get rid of them (and believe me, I have tried).

I am simply trying overcome the false notion that my thoughts, feelings and desires are the sum total of my being because when I mistake these instincts for my True Identity, I suffer.

But if I am not what I think, feel and desire then who am I? What is my True Identity?

As I wrote in the last post, Who We Are is nothing less than The Evolving Manifestation of the Mysterious Energy Creating and Sustaining All Things at Every Conceivable Level of Physical and Non-Physical Reality (aka ‘God’).

The human challenge is that we cannot Know This with our intellect. ThisĀ Knowing comes from a place in us that is beyond the intellectual mind and it is only by cultivating This Knowing through formal or informal practices like prayer and meditation (in any and all forms) that This Knowing becomes intuitive (oh, and studying astrophysics helps, too).

Once this intuitive connection happens, the How is more readily accessible because there remains only one, simple action left to take: The Return.

The Action of Returning is key to accepting, staying open, living, trusting and evolving. And it’s not too difficult, though it does require vigilance. Every single time I realize that I’ve forgotten Who I Really Am, that I’ve become identified with my thoughts, feelings and desires, I return to the Deeper Understanding of My Being, my True Identity.

How often do I practice The Return? A hundred million times a day.

Whenever I realize I’ve disappeared, forgotten, resisted, distracted, escaped, left the building, I return, return, return.

To what am I returning? To That Which I Already Am.

Yes, my anger, fear, self-loathing, doubt, insecurity, jealousy, resentment is still there. This is my humanness and I will never outrun it (and I do still try). But what we are returning to is far deeper than our humanness, it is That Which Makes Us Human.

From the fires of Love,

Celia