Most every spiritual system, be it institutionalized religion or various strains of spiritual practice that have survived the millennium in one form or another, all of them say something about the nature of reality itself.
The assumption being that we turn towards religion or spirituality because we have just finally said, “jesus, I just don’t know what’s going on any more and I’m not going to lie about it to myself any longer.” Yes, pun intended.
Anyhoo, as my ma used to say.
I think the idea of heaven or paradise has something to do with the nature of reality in the suggestion that if we fully experienced existence, without our various original sins of ignorance, hubris, and just plain cluelessness, we’d all be happy as clams.
Without any change at all in circumstances, we could feel that this very moment is just great. If only … we experienced the nature of reality!
My mother was an uneducated woman, born in the old country in 1916, came over to the States and grew up in the midwest, married, had children.
She could add long columns of numbers in her head and ended up the Treasurer of any club she joined … the Sisterhood at our synagogue, and her Homemaker’s Club, which lasted for over 50 years.
She and I would fight like wildcats when intellectualizing was concerned. On the one hand, Ma revered learning, in the traditional Jewish sense of her time and place. She did not, however, revere pontificating.
As that was my first religion, I had something to say about that! Ha!
I would rant, half-assedly trying to repeat the conversations my Pa and brothers would have on all sorts of things, but mostly the love of argument and sharpening of the mind.
My ma and sisters would taunt them if they got too rude, not being interested in that kind of thing if it was going to get broigus.
Long story short.
When I got older and pontification was just a brief memory of my idolatry, hee, I just relaxed and spoke with Ma and used my own words. It took so long for that to happen.
She beamed at me. It was over the phone, me in NYC and she in Milwaukee. But she beamed at me, I felt it. Won’t ever forget it either.
She was uneducated by the standards of our society. I found out in her later years that she had no interest in learning anything worthless. Only the best would do. I found out that she had been taught by Pa’s father, who was considered in our family lore to have been not entirely stupid, and a rabbi who refused to be a rabbi in the US, becoming instead a shoemaker.
We cannot hang on to the past, but we can gratefully use the gifts we inherited from those times. And, no doubt, we are shaping gifts right now to give anyone who needs them, down the road.
It’s a continuity, that’s for sure. My mother died on November 29, 1992. I can access what she gave me any time I like. Well that sounds geeky, but so what. I can also access someone like Rabbi Hillel, who lived thousands of years before I was born but was one of my first real friends when I was a little girl. There is no time and space when it comes to the transmission of love and wisdom.
So we got that going for us. Continuity.
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… that requires new perceptions.
But at the same time, others have been here before us.
To cherish the gift of tradition without being oppressed by its authority is a good idea.
After my intellectual period, I acquired a new religion. Party!
so nice to have something that attempts to add perspective.
shaping gifts… yes…! well Id have more to say on all this but Im being called away to shape some gifts in my living room right now…lol… something to do with Algebra homework …. boy I just gave my daughter a lecture that was worthy of oh I dont know what. heh. Its this dealing with the day to day mundanity, the little stumbling blocks and challenges that always seem to demand immediate attention. If I can at least manage to do something … right, something with a higher level of spirit when addressing the mundane, well, thats something, no?
Strange, isn’t it? How we once conceived ourselves to be soooo knowing and, yet, unknowing. I’m glad you had your mother and her “ways” — her convictions — all of which ultimately penetrated your being, apparently! What a happy “translation.”
Of course, all mothers seem to leave us with something profound, one way or another! One of my mother’s thoughts has lived within me forever!
“Your friends may excuse you, your family may excuse you, but life excuses nothing!” Haunting words, I tell you! But, in the context of life, as we “continue” — more and more, I understand how truly correct she was!
Thanks, NPK!
Feeling your mom’s beam over the ‘phone – fine imagery.
Is there anything new under the sun?
Well, there is this thing called virtual community – so maybe that is a new thing.
Tradition is indeed a gift to be cherished – do not underestimate the pull of tradition and family in the practice of traditional religion.
One of my hallmarks in friendship is often this comment: We knew each other mothers.
Thank you –
I can’t help but to throw this in — yeh, it’s off and it’s on!
You know doncha’ that I hail from the surrounds of Second City, do you not?
Anyway, I couldn’t resist on this:
Adam Sandler is a nut!
(The original!)