Pieces of the Whole Storyis a blog about the return to wholeness of our self and world, both of which we tend to see as broken, isolated, and wrong. I draw on the world’s spiritual traditions, therapies of psyche, soma, and spirit, poetry, folktales, and the epiphanies of everyday life to bring us into awareness of the whole story.
The map is not the territory is the old saying.
I offer a variant: the menu is not the meal.
Following a path of mindfulness means choosing to see what you experience when you let go of your grip on the mental concepts you get from reading the menu, the mental description of experience internally being recited by your mind. Instead, you choose to taste the meal of your life, directly. With a literal meal this means being moment by moment available to the tastes, smells, textures, subtle sounds of cutting, biting, chewing, and the visual forms and colors of, let’s say, butternut squash made golden in butter with sautéed red onions, shell pasta, fresh sage, and a little cream with ground pepper, umm! Not being with those words but with how the actual meal tastes at this moment, not the last time you had it. Extend that to the meal of your whole life, and it means dropping the concepts of what an experience means (how it gets languaged) in preference to being with the feelings and sensations of the experience as you choose to allow the experience to permeate you entirely. It means you can choose to not hold back from Life; you can choose to let go of what you believe you already know, and instead risk being freshly present with what is.
One of the great lightbulb moments of discovering the power of mindfulness comes when you notice the difference between what you THOUGHT an experience would be, and what you FEEL (with all of the senses) the experience actually is. This is the primordial moment of fresh learning. Ah, so all attractive people aren’t going to shame me! Or, I can feel anger fully and not act it out in a terrifying way (like Dad/Mom/my ex- did)! That gap perceived by noticing the difference has a flavor of freedom about it. You remember you are more than your thoughts. A friend once told me that for him the essence of James Joyce’s Ulysseus was real quite simple (despite the thick complexity of all the layers of meaning in the text). Joyce was just calling out to us: Come on in! The water’s fine!
In truth our experience isn’t purely of the map or of the meal, but some blend of the two. As you try practicing to see how much you are willing to let go of the menu and just be with the meal, you may notice that any moment has a dimension of depth to it. You can stay on the surface, and, as it were, read the labels on the passing boxes of your experience. Or you can slow down the conveyor belt and drop into the box of the moment to feel its depth. This is an action of relaxing, of willingness, of opening oneself fully.
So I leave you with these three metaphors as invitations:
- let go of the map and enter fully into the territory
- quit chewing on the menu and eat the mystery food
- slow down the conveyor belt and drop below the box label into the depth of experience.