Wednesday, October 7, 2009

Tragedy in Our Community: Is there space for compassion?

photograph by Belin Hegfield 2009

Please, if you can, find it in your heart to forgive me if you cannot understand my thoughts and feelings on this topic. I do not mean to offend anyone, or to dishonor the memory of Kimberly Cates or the lives of her loved ones. I realize that my sensibilities may be controversial, particularly in my community.

For those who do not know, a terrible, terrible tragedy occurred late Saturday night/early Sunday morning in Mont Vernon, NH, a small village right next to the one I live in, Amherst, NH.
A senseless murder of a mother in her bed, and the maiming of her 11 year old daughter. Perhaps you will think I am immoral for writing this, for publicly sharing my thoughts and feelings, but last night when I was doing my mantra meditation (which is all about compassion), every time I got to the part: "may all beings be blessed with compassion"...my mind would turn to the little girl Jaime (not much younger than my daughter Rosie), her mother Kim's soul (a woman 2 years younger than me), her husband David (probably around Gordon's age), ...and then each of the four boys, Steven, Christopher, Quinn and William.

I feel so sad and sorry for everyone. Including the boys...who God knows I cannot understand, nor can I even begin to comprehend the distorted thinking or rage that made them do what they did...and yet, I am a mother of a nearly 16 year old child (Belin)...two of the boys are only 17. Two of the boys attended her High School. Truly, they may have adult bodies, but their minds are not nearly fully developed. They too are children: confused, twisted, hurtful, likely hurt-filled children. And so, I found myself offering prayers for them as well...And prayers of compassion for their parents and siblings who must also be experiencing great pain and confusion. I went to sleep thinking of all of them, each beat of my heart, each breath sending kindness, compassion, healing; a wish that they may all someday know joy and peace again.


Like I said, you might think my morals are twisted. I'm not sure that I can qualify my feelings as forgiveness, exactly, but more as spaciousness around compassion toward everyone involved in this despicable crime. When I think of all the angry neighbors and friends who showed up at the court house yesterday shouting at the boys that they were "damned", I can imagine all of their pain, anger, rage toward the 2 boys who committed the murder and the 2 who were perhaps witnesses and some may argue a party to a this heinous crime for not trying to stop it. I feel great compassion for those people shouting outside the courthouse too. Their world, our community, has been turned upside down and inside out. We are all raw from this.


Do I think the two boys who committed the murder should be released from prison someday? I'm not sure if they should ever be granted the right to rejoin society. I worry about the future. I worry about the safety of my family, my community. I do not know the right anwer to this question. I do not believe I am qualified to judge such a thing. I don't know anything about these boys or their lives prior to this event, or if that should even make a difference in making such a judgement.
I did not know the family that was harmed. I only recognize the name of one of the teens; and yet there is a knowing, a recognition of the deep humanity they all possess-the deep humanity that was lost while the act was being perpetrated...and I pray returned when it was over, when the boys realized what they had done. So much pain, so much unnecessary suffering.

This blog entry is in honor of the memory of Kimberly Cates, the mother who was mercilessly murdered in her own bed. In honor of Jaime Cates, the child who was maimed, body, mind, heart and soul and is still healing in Children's Hospital in Boston. In honor of David Cates, the father who was out of town and was helpless to protect his family. And, honor is not the right word, but in memory, perhaps, of the innocence each of the 4 teens left behind that horrible night.

May all beings be blessed with chessed (kindness).
May all beings be blessed with rachamim (compassion).
May all beings be blessed with refuah (healing).

May all beings be blessed with simcha (joy).

May all beings be blessed with shalom (peace).

All Beings.

I just found information about offering donations to help the Cates family:
Donations can be sent to the Kim Cates Memorial Fund at 172 Kinsley St., Nashua, 03061 or to Neighbor 2 Neighbor at the Mont Vernon Town Hall. --- Information from: The Telegraph, http://www.nashuatelegraph.com

Sunday, October 4, 2009

Sukkot: Festival of Ingathering



In the midst of this week long festival of Sukkot, sometimes called Chag haAsif (Festival of Ingathering)…a time of joy and community, I spend my days mostly alone. I gather my breath and strength to make it down the 13 steps of our house so I can join my family for meals and watch movies from the vantage point of our family-room couch. This is yet another kind of ingathering…Gordon, Belin, Rosie, Ellie (our poodle), Nefi (cat 1), Chaya (cat 2) and me; family community coming together to laugh and indeed feel joy through activities we can share. This year there was no extra time or energy to fulfill the mitzvah of building a Sukkah (temporary shelter) in our back yard as we have done in years past. And for me, no opportunities to further fulfill the mitzvah, by sitting in a Sukkah or enjoying a meal in a Sukkah at someone else’s home or the synagogue. But I sit and practice meditation, within my own Sukkah…my fragile body; the temporary shelter that is the gathering place of my heart, mind and soul.

Below you will find the meditation mantra I am using at each sitting these days. It is based on a gemilut hasadim (Hebrew: acts of loving kindness) practice; much like a Buddhist metta (Pali: loving kindness) practice, taught to me by my meditation teacher, Rabbi Sheila Peltz Weinberg. Typically one would begin by asking for blessings for one’s self and then expand that blessing to include loved ones… people you know, (but perhaps not well)…one might include perceived enemies…and ultimately all beings…and then return to asking for blessing for one’s self. Imagine dropping a pebble into still water and visualize the ripple, flowing outward; that is how this practice works to open our hearts in compassion and kindness in ever widening circles of love.

Because I am still in the midst of an MS exacerbation, I feel that it is important at this time to focus primarily on my own well being, so that eventually I will have the energy to fully bless others. I have altered Rabbi Sheila’s original teaching so that the mantra begins by addressing my body, then my heart, mind and soul. I’ve also added the phrase “May my__________be blessed with refuah (healing). The final section addresses all beings. I find it helps to inhale with a gentle but genuine smile on my lips and recite the words in my mind on the exhale. When my mind goes on other adventures throughout the practice, I lure it back by intentionally activating feelings of loving kindness with my next breath.

May my body be blessed with chessed (kindness)
May my body be blessed with rachamim (compassion)

May my body be blessed with refuah (healing)

May my body be blessed with simcha (joy)

May my body be blessed with shalom (peace)


May my heart be blessed with chessed
May my heart be blessed with rachamim

May my heart be blessed with refuah

May my heart be blessed with simcha

May my heart be blessed with shalom


May my mind be blessed with chessed

May my mind be blessed with rachamim

May my mind be blessed with refuah

May my mind be blessed with simcha

May my mind be blessed with shalom


May my soul be blessed with chessed

May my soul be blessed with rachamim

May my soul be blessed with refuah
May my soul be blessed with simcha
May my soul be blessed with shalom

May all beings be blessed with chessed

May all beings be blessed with rachamim

May all beings be blessed with refuah
May all beings be blessed with simcha
May all beings be blessed with shalom


I continue to repeat this sequence for 20 minutes. (I use a meditation timer…I find that having the chimes set is a great relief from worrying and peeking at a clock during meditation, like I did before I had a timer; an investment well worth the money). At this point I cannot sit for more than 20 minutes at a time because my back cramps up from the MS. It may seem cumbersome to have such a long and wordy mantra to remember. I consider it part of a concentration practice along with gemilut hasadim. This is particularly healing for me at this time, as my memory is a bit slippery some days. So far I feel I am cultivating an experience of ease (certainly healing) and more attentive presence. I know that this will change from day to day…as it should…and I shall continue to witness these changes as the days of practice go on.

Thank you to my beloved teacher Rabbi Sheila for inspiring this practice, which continues to nurture me daily.

Friday, October 2, 2009

Spirit Gate-Opener



Last night as I read my last e-mails and facebook messages from friends, before I sat for my evening meditation (as promised to myself and you my readers in my last blog entry), one message really stood out.

My dear friend, a spiritual director/artist/yoga teacher and all around loving being said: “You are a spirit gate-opener. I have never heard the term before; I just know you are IT.”

I was awed by this new “title”. I thought about it as I drifted off to sleep last night and as I awoke this brilliant October morning. What could it actually mean? Perhaps: opening gates of connection to "spirit"? Or: an opening that allows one to step into the realm of “spirit”? Maybe I am a formerly undiscovered incarnation of a shaman of some sort and now this is finally being revealed? (Unlikely, but interesting to contemplate.) I am so intrigued by this phrase...and I think that it isn't just me, of course, but that all people/animals/aspects of nature have the ability to open the gates of our hearts to “spirit” (meaning God, our own and/or each other’s Souls)...artists, musicians, writers, teachers, playful children, newborn babies, time spent with our wise elders, sitting with a friend or loved one who is ill, moments of joyful uproarious laughter, a clear night sky, crystalline water-falls, long walks on the beach beside the roaring ocean or quiet hikes through a dense forest. I feel so deeply honored that my esteemed friend has bestowed this title upon me...and am grateful for HaShem’s blessing that allows me to be such a “portkey” for her. (To borrow a word from the wonderful Harry Potter books-and don’t go off on me HP enthusiasts-I know technically a person cannot be a portkey in the realm of the magical world of HP-humor me as I like this analogy)

I am writing this not to boast, but because I believe people (YOU) should know that each and every one of us has the potential to be or has already been a spirit gate-opener for someone in our lives...and that it is vital to pay attention to those holy moments; for they are rare and precious gifts.