Show Overview
Author of “What Really Matters: 7 Lessons for Living from the Stories of the Dying,” Dr. Karen Wyatt is a family physician and hospice caregiver who has been present for hundreds of deaths, kept a journal of her observations, and brilliantly conveys her insights in her books, podcast, and audio recordings.
In part one we talked about the precious insights she learned from being present for hundreds of deaths, and you’ll be amazed at how they have affected her soul. I’m sure it will affect you too…in the best of ways!
In this part two we talk about how the ancient and original words of Jesus helps us find balance and inspiration, and for savoring every moment of this amazing gift we call life.
In this episode, Dr. Wyatt and I talk about:
- Equanimity. Being vs Doing. Finding balance
- The account of Jesus asleep in the back of the boat from Matthew 8: 23-27
- The Aramaic Bible
- The Eastern side of Jesus
- The seven statements of the dying Jesus
- Matthew 27:46 in the King James Version: “And about the ninth hour Jesus cried with a loud voice, saying, ‘Eli, Eli, lama sabachthani?’ that is to say, My God, my God, why hast thou forsaken me?” Jesus’ words in the original ancient Aramaic: “Eil, Eil, l’mana sh’wik-thani?” interpreted “I AM,’ ‘I AM,’ wherefore have you left me?” “Eil” is a title of Allaha, It has not been translated in English as such, therefore the more acceptable designation “I AM” is used. Idiomatically, “Wherefore” implies destiny. “Sh’wik-thani” is the only correct transliteration, and it means “left me” in the sense of the purpose for which Jesus was left on the cross. It absolutely does not mean “forsaken” in this usage.
- Does God evert truly forsake any of us?
- “Prayers of the Cosmos” by Neil Douglas-Klotz and Matthew Fox
- The Lord’s Prayer in Aramaic
- Rediscovering Jesus’ powerful teachings of love and forgiveness after leaving organized Christianity
- Heaven is manifest on earth.
- The Kingdom of God, and the Kingdom of Heaven, is within you. “Neither shall they say, Lo here! or, lo there! for, behold, the kingdom of God is within you.” Jesus (Luke 17:21)
- Embrace life right now!
- Hell is of our own creation
- “Love Wins” by Rob Bell
- Accept that life is a mystery, and we will die. Prepare now by thinking about love and forgiveness.
- Contemplative prayer
- Gratitude journal
- The importance and value of being present
- Karen’s other books and a sneak preview of her next book: Learning What Really Matters
- Eckhart Tolle
- Carolyn Myss
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I Am a Racist
Travel is fatal to prejudice, bigotry, and narrow-mindedness, and many of our people need it sorely on these accounts. Broad, wholesome, charitable views of men and things cannot be acquired by vegetating in one little corner of the earth all one's lifetime.
Mark Twain
I often hear nowadays, people being accused.
“He’s a racist.”
“She’s a racist.”
“Trump’s a racist.”
“So and so’s a racist.”
What I have yet to hear is: “I am a racist.”
So let me be the first.
I am a racist.
Yes.
I see the ugly thing, creeping around my soul like a roach in the kitchen. I squash it, but sometime later, there it is again.
I know there is a nest somewhere, eggs hatching, a source deep within me, hidden away where it’s easy to deny. There is where I'll find the library of my false beliefs, the lies I tell myself over and over, so often they become grooves cut into my gray matter, like fissures in rock where the water runs down, cutting deeper and deeper, until fissures become swales, and swales become canyons.
When did the first racist raindrop fall? I don’t know. As a child, for sure. How many drops of poison does it take to pollute the vessel of pure water of which we are born? When, exactly, does a person become a racist, and who gets to decide?
I don’t know, but then, neither does anyone else.
I don’t believe in permanence. That’s one thing the Buddhists have taught me.
Everything changes.
We can become aware of that library of false beliefs, that nest of nasties that colors our perception of things, often for the worse. Awareness alone brings change. We can cut new grooves. My challenge as a human being is not to deny that I am a racist, for that would be as foolish as denying I have cancer when I really do. My challenge is, rather, to stop the cancer from metastasizing and poisoning the whole man.
I doubt I will ever fully eradicate my racism. Unfortunately, I suspect some vestige of it will always be with me. But what I can do, and what I do do, is expose myself to experiences that lessen my racism, those being travel, kind and honest conversation, and breaking bread with “the others” whenever I can. These experiences, like wind and rain, smooth rock and, over time, lay low even the highest mountains.
So when I hear the angry crowd shouting, "He’s a racist,” I want to ask:
“Who among you is not a racist? Stand up then and take a bow...for you are surely a god.”
I moved to Substack!
Hi there. If you've read this far, then you enjoy, or are at least intrigued by, my ideas. If you want to learn more, jump over to my new website on Substack, where I continue to write about travel, the second half of life, and other mad musings.
