“Out beyond ideas of wrongdoing and rightdoing, there is a field. I will meet you there.” Rumi
I excuse myself – and you too – if we find it hard to grasp there may be such a field in our present time. But there is. There always is.
I’ve come to a certain faith that allows for disparities, opposing ideas, and flat-out phantasies to be equally true. Many decades ago in a school play I was dressed as an angel, we all were – I wouldn’t have done it myself! I only liked it because my best friend had the same last initial and we were together for rehearsals and the performance. It was the first and last time I would get that close to life-sized angels. Until another friend, years later, would put wool together and make the angel in the photo above.
When I think of the word “field,” in Rumi’s poem/prayer/request my mind races to “playing field,” where games and wars are won and lost. Exactly the wrongdoing/rightdoing thing. It takes me a second to remember fields as in quantum and bosonic and to relax into the maelstrom of support they lend to my psyche/bodymind. And even if I get confused by those concepts, they allow me to expand my heart to include anger where I didn’t think it would fit. Notice I say “think,” because that is the first mistake I make. “I think therefore I am,” lent me decades of justice/injustice, right/wrong. It was years of poking about in all kinds of places before I realized that even our anger can be held by a heart of kindness. Luckily I wrote it down and found it and found that I could believe in it because it’s been what I’ve been doing and the need for my heart to be open, to be inclusive is not going to stop. It’s more important than ever.