Pride

The concept of domination is baked into pride’s very bones. Its marrow consists of systemic hierarchy. For pride has the root pro- for “put oneself forward, before, in front of.”

The word has existed in English a long while. We find it in some of the earliest surviving sermons in Old English, written in poetic prose by a tenth-century CE Benedictine monk named Ælfric (said “AL-fritch”). The first Oxford English Dictionary (OED) example for pride is from the 12th sermon in Ælfric’s second series of Catholic Homilies, a Sunday sermon in Midlent. It’s in Benjamin Thorpe’s 19th-century collection, with thanks also to Joseph Bosworth and Thomas Northcote Toller, and others, for their Old English dictionary that helps translators.

From the OED:

OE [Old English]: Of ydelum gylpe bið acenned pryte and æbilignys.
Ælfric, Catholic Homilies: 2nd Series (Cambridge MS. Gg.3.28) xii. 125

For those interested in official titles, it reads: “Dominica in Media Quadragesime” and “Secunda Sententia de hoc ipso” (“Sunday in Middle Lent” and “Second Discourse on the Same”).

A larger excerpt reads:
Of ydelum gylpe bið acenned pryte and æbilignys, ungeðwærnys and hywung, and lustfullung leasre herunge. Se eahteoða leahter is modignys. I have translated this as: “Of vanity’s emptiness are born pride and indignation, division and hypocrisy, and a lust for false praise. The eighth [capital] sin is pride.”

Here is the OED’s first definition for pride: “A high, esp. an excessively high, opinion of one’s own worth or importance which gives rise to a feeling or attitude of superiority over others; inordinate self-esteem.”

What does this concept of pride mean for those not in dominant positions in a society? I ask this, mindful of Rilke: “Leben Sie jetzt die Fragen,” or “Live the questions now.”

As articulated in 1960 by theologian Valerie Saiving Goldstein in the Journal of Religion article “The Human Situation: A Feminine View,” traditionally, a male-centric Christianity has defined sin around the male experience of “pride, will-to-power, exploitation, self-assertiveness, and the treatment of others as objects.” Given this historically masculine framing of pride, the traditional, masculine antidote to such pride, preached for centuries, has been “selflessness.”

Growing up, each time I heard a sermon admonishing me to be “selfless,” I would think, as a conscientious student and as a kid struggling with undiagnosed dyslexia, childhood trauma, and a deep religious nature, “How can I be selfless if I don’t have a self?” It boggled my mind.

This definition of pride, based as it is on a limited framing of the human experience, has had and has an unhealthy influence, as expressed in Receiving Woman: Studies in the Psychology and Theology of the Feminine by Jungian psychoanalyst Ann Ulanov: “For a woman sin is not pride, an exaltation of self, but a refusal to claim the self God has given” (134; see also 44-45, 164, 173).

Ulanov adds, in conversation with Goldstein’s ideas: “Women refuse this self by hiding behind self-doubt and feelings of inadequacy, . . . avoiding the self that they are, by always assuming that some greater authority knows better, be that father, mother, husband, even, in this case, theologians’ interpretation of sin” (134).

Boom. As a woman who grew up in the South in Evangelical churches, this wisdom is good medicine.

When I was translating Brother Lawrence’s early Modern French in his Practice of the Presence, I found that in traditional translations of his wisdom, an unhealthy binary also appears in rendering the amour-propre (“self-love”) as a strictly negative “arrogance, pride.” These traditional renderings of the friar’s “[L’présence] est détruire l’amour-propre” result unhelpfully in this kind of traditional translation: “The practice of the presence can help you destroy self-love [amour-propre].”

The amour-propre translated “self-love” here is, however, a Janus word, or, better put, it’s expansive and polysemic, a concept open to much discussion by the mathematician and inventor Blaise Pascal, the philosopher and composer Jean-Jacques Rousseau, and others. As an 18th-century edition of Le Dictionnaire de l’Académie française points out, amour-propre is a “legitimate and necessary sentiment” that might be “carried to excess.”

Returning to Ulanov, we consider that amour-propre / self-love translated as “pride” has one meaning for those at the top of society and quite another for those at the bottom of oppressive patriarchal systems. Repeating Ulanov: “For a woman, sin is not pride, the exaltation of the self, but a refusal to claim the self God has given” (134).

Past translations of Brother Lawrence are most often by those positioned nearer the center of the Appendix A wheel on the Ontario Centre for Innovation website. I have experiences further from the center of that wheel and/or below the line of domination on Kathryn Pauly Morgan’s graph on which the wheel is based; thus, reading in a translation that a prayer might “help me destroy self-love” feels reductive, representative of a dominant perspective that in its binary vision omits my experiences and those of many people I know, and is toxic and harmful.

Through my brown womanly eyes, I see differently. I was a kid who could hardly read owing to dyslexia, undiagnosed. Somehow I persevered during that stress and feeling stupid that characterized my childhood, and through grace and the help of kind teachers, was fortunate to earn scholarships to attend college, even after my father shouted, “You can’t go! I can’t afford it!”

Like so many, as I know from being a teacher for over twenty years and fortunate to be in conversation with countless students, I am someone who has also worked and healed her way to self-compassion and personhood, after societal and familial trauma. After childhood and young adulthood wounding of what Erich Neumann calls the self-ego axis, I had to build a small ego before I could “lose” it, and during that process I knew very painfully intense, self-loathing-informed self-consciousness. To my mind, then, and with the help of many historical dictionaries and books from the friar’s era, amour-propre translates in this specific context as “self-preoccupation.”

Thus, when Brother Lawrence writes that practicing the presence prayer can “détruire l’amour-propre,” I translate this holistically, in view of all the friar teaches that supports self-compassion and a modern understanding of a healthy ego and well-being. This translation comes closer to the mystical original and is more universally helpful. My 2022 translation reads like this: “This practice of the presence dissolves [détruire] gradually, and almost unconsciously, the self-preoccupation [l’amour-propre] that is such a part of human nature” (48).

This phrasing is truer psychologically to what Brother Lawrence means, is representative of what this practice of prayer actually does, as I know from decades of experience, and is more useful to more readers. By choosing “dissolves,” my translation honors the core of détruire, from de- “un-” and struō “I build” or “un-build.” It is a kind of dismantling, where the small ego no longer reigns, but our true nature, or self, call it love, does.

We remember, too, that in conversations with Joseph of Beaufort and elsewhere, Brother Lawrence emphasizes that we “work gently” (47-48), practicing the presence as often as we can, and with love, to deepen our intimacy with God as our primary relationship so that we are then more in touch with our own self, self-compassion, and others in a mature way, instead of being overly preoccupied with others’ opinions of us, which can be part of an unhealthy small ego hoping to “win” another’s superficial approval or some kind of status, as Joseph shares in the Fourth Conversation dated November 25, 1667 [italics by the author]:

Brother Lawrence talked to me with great enthusiasm and openness about his way of approaching God. . . . The refining process that develops our soul does not depend on changing our works, but on doing for God what we would ordinarily do for ourselves. It’s a pity to see how many people get attached to doing certain works very superficially, to gain something or someone’s good opinion, always confusing the means for the end. He found no better way of going to God than by the ordinary tasks that were prescribed to him by obedience, disentangling these as much as he could from all self-interest and concern for others’ opinions, and doing all work for the simple love of God” (133-134).

Again, we remember amour-propre’s positive meanings: “self-esteem, self-respect, self-love,” and how building self-esteem often first involves unbuilding or, as Internal Family Systems describes it, “unburdening” our selves of their unhealthy self-narratives. We also recall that in Letter 2, the wise friar Brother Lawrence chooses l’amour-propre to name the practice of the presence prayer “un heureux amour-propre,” “a happy self-love” (72).

This passage deserves a closer look. In the French we read, “Je sais que quelques-uns traitent d’oisiveté, de tromperie et d’amour-propre cet état; j’avoue que c’est une sainte oisiveté et un heureux amour-propre.”

“I understand some call this state idleness, self-deception, and self-absorption. I know from experience it is a sacred idleness, and a happy self-love” (72).

For modern meditations on healthy self-love, I recommend the work of the Center for Action and Contemplation, for example here in the Daily Meditations, “Your True Self Is Love.”

Welcoming Practice

This piece is also posted on Carmen’s YouTube Channel here.

“To welcome and to let go is one of the most radically loving, faith-filled gestures we can make in each moment of each day. It is an open-hearted embrace of all that is in ourselves and in the world.”

— Mary Mrozowski, creator of the Welcoming Prayer

The Welcoming Prayer Practice created by Mary Mrozowski is a good sitting or “as-you-go” exercise. It was influenced by her training in biofeedback, Thomas Keating’s teachings on the False/True Self, and Jean Pierre de Caussade’s Abandonment to Divine Providence.

It has three movements:

1/ Focus. Feel. Sink. Hearth. Touch. Drop in. Scan body. Become aware of sensation/s. Be present with them. You are befriending them by listening to them and feeling them and being with them, which helps them become unburdened.

2/ Welcome what you are experiencing in your body as a way to say yes to the Divine / Love /God / Presence / True Self. Wel-come = will/pleasure + cuma/guest. Say: “Welcome, frustration….grief…joy…fear…anger….”

You welcome only the physical or psychological content. You are not welcoming an external situation, like cancer. Author, mystic, and priest Cynthia Bourgeault reminds, you are not “passively aquiesc[ing] to situations that are in fact intolerable.”

3/ Let it go when you feel it is time. There is no need to rush. You might go between noticing and feeling and being with (1) and welcoming (2) for a while. When you feel ready, say: “I let go of my frustration, etc.” You might also add, if you feel comfortable doing so: “I let go of my cravings for security, affection, and control. I let go of my wish to change what I am feeling. I embrace this moment just as it is.” Please word however most helps you.

This practice helps unburden acquired emotional programs and heal the wounds of a lifetime by meeting them where they are stored, which is in the body. It moves us from our got-to-fix-it mentality and returns us to unconditionally loving presence. This letting-go is not final but is repeated over time as we return to this exercise, and as we practice this welcoming, we are unburdening and undoing emotional programs that keep us operating out of the small-egoic self. This practice returns us to the Center, to the Source of the Source or Ultimate Reality, Love.

Richard Schwartz’s Internal Family Systems work (No Bad Parts) can be a help in adapting this practice to our needs, and a therapist and spiritual direction can support us also.

Cynthia Bourgeault sums it up well:

“’By the power of the Divine Indwelling active within me, I unconditionally embrace this moment, no matter its physical or psychological content’. And by this same indwelling strength, once inner wholeness is restored, I then choose how to deal with the outer situation, be it by acceptance or by spirited resistance. If the latter course is chosen, the actions taken – reflecting that higher coherence of witnessing presence – will have a greater effectiveness, bearing the right force and appropriate timing that Buddhist teaching classically designates as ‘skillful means’”.

The Nod

I hope you are well and taking good care of yourself. You can also listen to this piece on my YouTube Channel here: https://youtu.be/rT2JueVFKwQ

It is a hard time to be a human, in many ways. My spring semester of teaching was one of the hardest I have known. Students are both wonderful and truly struggling, and I am trying to be there for them. That, after years of trying to be there for students during the pandemic peak. So many students experienced the deaths of those they love, and there has been so much illness for students, of all kinds, including Covid, mental wellness struggles, and other significant life issues like being without a place to live and food precarities. Their lives have been upended over and again. Like many teachers, I try to be a steady presence of kindness for them.

After translating Practice the Presence by Brother Lawrence, the 17th-century sage I call the Friar of Love for his kindness and calmness, and living with him through his traumatic, precarious days of despot Louis the XIV and the friar’s being part of the 98% of non-privileged persons without access to education, a regular supply of nourishing food, and other human necessities, I am haunted by the feeling that that is where the system and those in power are taking us, wittingly or unwittingly.

After publishing and promoting a book (the two are synonymous now), after giving full-time teaching my all which includes co-designing and co-teaching a 200-seat asynchronous public speaking course, after doing many podcasts and interviews and workshops, and after spending last summer booked to the gills by hosting the Mystics Summit for Shift and by participating in the Bay Area Writing Project Invitational Summer Institute, both amazingly wonderful communities and growth opportunities, I decided sometime in April that I would make this summer my fallow time, and I am, outside family obligations.

On my desk here, I have a few, well, really, quite a few, note cards on which I write reminders and chants. One has a reminder of my microphone type for when I am on Zoom and needing to adjust it, and another has the Buddha Medicine Chant. Others here and there say various things: “CALM & CONFIDENT,” “BE AUTHENTIC.” and “What do you need?”

That last one gathers more meaning lately. I invite you to ask it with me. “What do you need?” When was the last time you asked yourself, “What do I need?” I hear Love asking me, when I see this card: “What do you need, Carmen?”

I need to be kind to myself, even more and more. I need more kindness in the world. Both of these things I can in many ways control. I can definitely and gently increase my kindness to myself and to others.

One way I am kind both to myself and to others is I notice the kindness all around me and work with it to contribute further to it. It’s what stitches the world together. Here are a few examples from my life recently when I went to the grocery store.

My brief exchange with the woman in her 50s whom I love getting as cashier because she always offers a little extra bag for the meat that might drip and wears a mask and is a decent kind human. I have hypogammaglobulinemia, so I wear a mask wherever I go.

During an earlier grocery store trip, she noticed how I put down first breakables like eggs then light, squishable breads then frozen items and then canned goods, and she appreciated it, saying something like, “I do that too.”

The last time I went, I said as I unloaded to the belt: “You’re always so efficient—I’ll  try to keep up with you.”

She laughed, breezy like, that let me know she appreciated it.

Then when I got done unloading the cart, I went down to the end since the two teenaged guys with aprons on had stood around chatting and then left in a moseying kind of way. And I picked up one of my cloth bags, and without slowing or missing a beat, she said like a sister would, “How about I’ll finish these and you do bread.”

“Sounds good,” I said, and we made short work of it together.

Those things make the world go round.

When I almost let gravity take my cart into the road in front of the grocery store as I back-pocketed my receipt, I looked up to stop the cart and saw a young teenager driver in a car going past perpendicular to me. I waved appreciatively as they slowed a little and the teenager did the slightest and clearest head tilt up no smile. That was something.

We had communicated community. My wave of thanks, the teenager’s nod.

When I told a friend about this, she texted me back:

Yeah. Decency. 

Not difficult and yet so powerful 

The head nod is one of my favorite things ever 

So my aim in life is to give myself as many kind head nods as possible as well as to give others as many kind head nods as possible, in diverse ways.

May you be blessed.

May you be free from fear.

May you be safe from harm.

May you be strong and healthy.

May you have a calm, clear mind.

May you love yourself as you are.

May you know your own goodness.

May you experience love, joy, and wonder.

May you give yourself the compassion you need.

Thank you for reading.

Clover

Yesterday I picked a white clover flower and smelled it. I hadn’t done that in a while. A long while. I highly recommend it, if, like me, it’s been a while for you. Just an ordinary clover, wonderful fragrance.

Then this morning I pulled out the weeds around our few and struggling succulents beside the sidewalk and the grass there that’s extra lush because fed on the abundant rain we had in January and March. I started weeding yesterday, finished today. Lots of weeds. Often I think how much attention it takes not to, with the weed, also pull up a plant from a blown poppy seed that’s grown into an orange flower. This morning, again, a tenacious weed was in the exact same spot with a gently rooted poppy, bright as the sun. I had to be so careful not to bring the poppy up with the weed. There’s a lesson there to me.

Sean cut the grass and I weeded, and the front yard benefited and now looks like someone lives here who cares deeply about flowers.

After weeding, I walked to the marsh. Thinking I haven’t looked for 4 leaf clovers in so long. The weather was the kind that is the reason the word “perfect” exists. I was walking down the sidewalk and enjoying the blue sky thinking how my mom often says I am good at finding 4 leaf clovers. I’m very happy to be known to her as good at that.

Beside the sidewalk near a park, I bend to look. Cars are whizzing by. Just looking is a joy. It feels true self connecting. I did this so often as a kid, before so much in life had happened. Just looking is great, I think, and yet, I also think, Finding one would be super.

I’m doing this, bending to the 3-leaved green, much chopped in places by a lawn mower, when I heard a voice, “Are you okay?” I’d seen a fit woman in her 40s wearing a shirt advertising a race on it and running down the sidewalk toward me. “Are you okay?” sounds like she’s asked that before, as if she might be a doctor. In a moment, I stand up, considered how I look with my silver hair and beat up, silvering favorite jeans.

How kind, I thought, answering, “Yes,” then thought to add, “Looking for 4 leaf clovers,” now face-to-face with her, still running.

Also, how interesting that looking for 4 leaf clovers is so uncommon.

Not finding any, I went to another park, trusting my gut, where I thought I might find more chances to spot a four leaf. In a couple of minutes, I had, in fact, finding two almost beside each other. I put them between two leaves and into my back pocket, carefully pressed and held together with an old receipt also in my back pocket and that I wrapped around the two leaves holding the clovers.

The secrets I decided to finding 4 leaf clovers are these:

  1. Remembering to look.
  2. Enjoying seeing all of the 3 leaf clovers and their beauty. Aka enjoying looking. Being in the green.
  3. Stopping looking for 4 leaf clovers as you’re looking. Just glance over the patch. You’ll find one! Maybe two!

Peace to everyone.