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APRIL 13,2017 MINDFUL MOMENTS IN MANOA

Dear friends,
 
The agile mind is pleased to find what it was not looking for.
Lewis Hyde, an essayist and poet, wrote or said this. I know as I wrote it down a long time ago and just came across this line the other day in a notebook.
The line haunts me, a little.
The agile mind is pleased to find what it was not looking for.
Let me explain.
This past week our family has been consumed in trying to help solve a mystery: what happened to our dear friend Karla Kral? 
She simply vanished on March 28, just a couple of weeks ago.
That’s her picture.
Her car is missing, too.
Her disappearance has many of her closest friends deeply shocked and concerned for her safety.
It seems every turn we made in trying to get somewhere was met with unanswerables.
Unexplainables.
My mind has been anything but agile this week.
Because it was not pleased in what it was finding, or rather, not finding – answers.
Any answers.
My mind struggled to “hold the opposites” as they say in Zen.
To get good and comfy with uncertainty and contradiction.
Part of my mind kept imploring me to push on to some sort of resolution, only to find itself exhausted and irritable.
So the irritability thing: I imagine this agile mind Lewis Hyde extols can be relaxed and nimble in the deepest of uncertainties – your dear friend is missing – and not feel defeated or exhausted.
Maybe that’s what mindfulness is?
This agile mind that can be in the most disturbing uncertainty and mystery without being undone.
Like, at all.
When I think we might never be able to solve some mysteries, like perhaps this one, doesn’t mean some sort of personal defeat.
Nor that we have to necessarily let them go, either.
You knew I would bring up Rilke, right?
To try to love the questions themselves.
Dear Karla, I miss you so.
We are still trying to figure all this out, so please be patient with us.
Katina and I were invited to Seder (Passover) two nights ago.
In honor of our Jewish roots, a poem.
(I hope you’ll like it, Karla)

“The Place Where We Are Right” by the Israeli poet Yehuda Amichai:

From the place where we are right 

flowers will never grow
in the spring.
The place where we are right
is hard and trampled
like a yard.
But doubts and loves
dig up the world
like a mole, a plow.
And a whisper will be heard in the place where the ruined
house once stood. 

So back to holding the opposites – doubts and loves nurture curiosity and kindness.

My mind goes blank. 
A nice blank. 
Peaceful. 
Caring.
Ready for another day.
And whatever that may bring.
Aloha,
 
Tom, Katina, and the kids

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