Sometimes, when things are falling apart, the
best thing we can do is to help them fall apart.
I’m thinking of walls. Great walls. The ones we
build inside ourselves to protect us, to define who we are, to keep
others out, to keep our secrets in.
And walls work. They help us manage our
experience. They help us develop. Or as Emily Dickinson writes:
The Props assist the House
Until the House is built.
But walls come down. Gravity.
It’s a given.
I once learned a beautiful
story about a Basque ritual for tearing down the
walls we build around our hearts. I haven’t been
able to find the original version since, but it’s a
beautiful story and one I have put into practice for
myself.
The Basque, so the story goes,
believe we build walls around our hearts when we are
hurt. Makes sense. We want to protect ourselves from
being hurt again. But the walls eventually numb us.
They prevent hurt from getting in, but they prevent
love, too. And so when the Basque children are
three, they learn a song to help break down those
walls so that they can give and receive love. It’s a
call and response song with a single word pronounced
Oh-shoo-ah, which means, “heart.”
A leader sings the word, and
the group responds. And it’s repeated. Then the
leader whispers the word and the group responds, and
the whisper chorus is repeated. Again and again and
again. And again.
It’s a simple ritual that has
profound effects.
“Vulnerability,” writes Norman
Fischer in Sailing Home, “is built into our
hearts, which can be sliced open at any moment by
some sudden shift in the arrangements, some pain,
some horror, some hurt. We know and instinctively
fear this, so we protect our hearts by covering them
against exposure. But this doesn’t work. Covering
the heart binds and suffocates it until, like a
wound that has been kept dressed for too long, the
heart starts to fester and becomes fetid.
Eventually, without air, the heart is all but killed
off, and there’s no feeling, no experiencing at
all.”
Years ago, my friend, poet Jude
Janett, told me, “Tear it down. Everything you
built. Better to disassemble it than to stand pants
down in the debris.”
Turns out I had to stand pants
down in the debris to know what she meant. Wouldn’t
it be nice if we could learn from each other’s
experience?
Sometimes we don’t know a wall
exists until we bump into it. And when we do, it’s
an invitation—an invitation to more spaciousness in
our lives. More freedom. Nice invite! Of course we
want more freedom. But it means a lot of work …
I’ve been writing a lot about
walls lately. Check out my new video below, or use
this link: Off the
Wall
And if you’re interested in
writing or thinking about walls yourself, here are
some ideas. Read Mending Wall by Robert Frost.
Then
think about a person you love and what kinds of
walls you build together. Write that person a letter
about how you think the building process goes—what
you use to build the walls, how you do the building,
perhaps how they come down.
Or try what I like to call
“three writes”—free write for three minutes each on
each of three questions. Here are three on walls:
What walls do you want to
tear down?
What walls are you afraid to tear down?
If these walls could talk, what would they say about
you?
Though the writing may not make
it easier to tear down the walls, it might help us
see the rewards: when the walls are down, how
beautifully the light comes in. Oh yeah, the wind,
too.
Curious About What Makes
Writers Write? An Elevated View: Colorado
Writers on Writing (Seven Oaks Publishing, 2011)
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a writer alongside essays by some of my heroes and
friends—David Mason, Mark Todd, Susan Tweit, Laurie
Wagner Buyer and others… Click on title to order or for more information.
In Search of Inspiration? Poems of Awakening: An
International Anthology of Spiritual Poetry is
released in June, which includes several of my poems
alongside Li-Young Lee, Naomi Shihab Nye, Hafiz,
Mary Oliver, James Wright, Thich Nhat Hanh and
others. Click on title to order or for more information.