“Treat objects as if they had nervous systems.” Bruce Fertman.
There’s an old porcelain telephone on the stage. It’s only there because in the second act it is written that a character answers the phone to hear news of an arrest. After this single moment the telephone plays no more role, contributes nothing to the on-going drama. It’s forgotten by audience and actors alike. Its existence fades.
We tend to treat most objects like they are minor props in a play. They are only real when, and in so far as, they have use to us and the plot we are enacting. They have no voice of their own, no ‘life’ other than that contained in our script. They are not even background.
If we can give up this idea we realise that the simplest of objects offers us a more interesting possibility. Each has a dual existence, like light which is simultaneously both wave and particle. Firstly, objects are entirely, indifferently themselves, their fundamental nature un-impacted by our dramas and projections. My glasses case does not change in the slightest degree according to my mood or the injustices that have been done to me. And yet they also reflect back to us precisely and unselfishly our own mode of being in the world. In each of these expressions they render us service.
There is, for example, a quality of calmness in the way a book simply rests upright, snug with others, on the horizontal shelf. We can interrupt and lose this quality when we grab for it, or share in and imbibe it as we pick the book up. There is a generous willingness to be used in the warm swell of a pot and the gleam of a tea cup. And a sharp knife will offer us in each cut a lesson in ease and gracefulness should we cooperate with it. The table settles firmly on the floor before us in order to support our work, the bicycle asks to be used, and the sword or the paintbrush or handsaw whispers a language full of texture and resonance to the firm hand that also has the space to listen.
If this is so, even more so with living ‘objects’.
Walk in the woods. Run by the lake. Observe the ordinary grass. Look with humility. Nature can be abundant and overflowing, yet it rarely crowds, or finds itself untidy, because it understands the private yearning at the heart of every thing reaching for a certain relationship and space. Because it feels the kernel of each seed wanting to mingle the rich dark ground with the splendid breeze and sunlight; the horizontal and vertical, the down and the up, the single place and the movement.
How do we humans make things so untidy? How do we get things so out of place?
Because we are so busy we ignore the quiet murmur of each thing for place, connection and scope, and we have allowed those who are the most busy this way to have so much power.
We fail to see relationship between things. Because we manipulate rather than touch, we grasp rather than hold, we reach forward with the hand while we shrink back with our awareness, handling the world for ends that we have only thought about, not felt. Because we accumulate, accumulate and forget to experience.
We have an idea of things. We may separate the cup from the table, but we collapse every cup into this broad notion of cup-ness. We miss the felt experience of this unique cup and the way it sits up so perky on the grainy table surface, gleaming just like so in the 3pm sunlight of this autumn day. Our idea of it eclipses it.
Things speak to us of their own history. Particularly if they are made by us, they speak of the quality of care that went into their own making. The faulty and imperfect asymmetry of a hand-made pendant, or a repaired pot, can breath more balance into our system than the perfect symmetry of a factory product. The smoothest pebble weighted in the hand can be more interesting to the touch than the curves and sophisticated ridges of mass produced plastic. When we surround ourselves with such ill-made products we create a muted environment, that leaves us numb and seeking satisfaction somewhere else. Always somewhere else.
The relative silence of such indifferently made things actually speaks to us of a deprivation and our own carelessness, like the brooding sulk of a neglected child at the table. Yet even they would warm up and speak if we shifted. If we paid attention.
Pick up the pen in front of you now as if it has a nervous system. Or another small object. It doesn’t matter if it is humble and cheap, or fancy and expensive. Pick it up gently, yet with precision and it will find and communicate its own tiny dignity. Pick it up as if you would leave an un-smudged fingerprint for posterity. Be sensitive to the exact balance of firmness and care that such a little object asks of you. Pay attention to the particular dexterity it calls forth in you. Feel its coolness and its density. Let its balance and the small mercury gleam on the nib enter your awareness. Notice when you do this how a little more aliveness soaks up your wrist into your forearm and beyond, as if inspired in through the fingertips. Breath softly. Feed your heart with it. Allow yourself to be very simple for this moment.
Where does the world of objects start and stop? Where does an ‘it’ start becoming a ‘you’ or a ‘me’. This is not clear, for the world of objects has no stable borders, and in actual practice includes much of what should be a ‘you’ or even an ‘I’.
Whenever we ‘lose touch’, we make objects of our children, our partners, our friends, our work colleagues. We also make objects of our selves, particularly our bodies, but also our particular forms of neurosis, which we want to push away. We treat them as if they are not a strand of our living substance, integral to a rich, embodied and complex subjectivity, but as a thing, to be manipulated and trained, grasped or pushed away.
So when we practice paying respectful attention to the world of ‘its” around us, when we imaginatively invest them with an element of “you”, strangely we find the by-product is that we also reinvest our own bodies with our own subjectivity. We reclaim our own I-ness from the it we abandoned it to. We take care of the scarf around our neck as we place it, and find that it offers us so much more than a barrier against the cold; the chance to reoccupy our bodies with loving attention.
Who would have known that the door to self-care is entered not through self-obsession, but through care of the world!
When I listen to the news it is easy to despair. There seems so little kindness, sense or intelligence in our story as human beings. Where can we turn to? Each other, certainly. But there is also an unflagging kindness, a willingness to help, in every ‘thing’ around us, easily offered if we should only pay gentle, respectful attention. This is a form of basic goodness in the world. An inexhaustible generosity that exists everywhere, dependent only on our skill with awareness, awaiting our arrival in the place we already live in.
In some ways this is a companion piece to Touch as Nutrition.
With thanks to Bruce Fertman, and his practice with scarves, which you can see by clicking on the link.
John Tuite founded The Centre for Embodied Wisdom and Clearcircle. He now works as a leadership and life coach, and consultant. He is a qualified Leadership Embodiment teacher and a continuing student of Wendy Palmer, founder of Leadership Embodiment. He also teaches a range of embodiment skills from breath work to mindfulness and energy work/qi-kung.
Before this, John taught in London for 18 years, serving on the leadership teams in four challenging schools. He was an Advanced Skills Teacher for Westminster. Prior to this he has worked as a builder, an arborist and a councilor.
He is also a Senior Instructor of Grandmaster Han Kim Sen of Southern Shaolin Five Ancestor, a centuries old martial art born in the Buddhist temples of China, integrating all aspects of mind and body work. He has practiced within this tradition since 1974. He lives in London with his partner and three children.
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I couldn’t help but become simultaneously sentimental and ashamed as I read this post. I consider myself a compassionate person. I usually care more about other’s well-being over my own. But something about your words went even deeper than that. I’m not even sure if I can articulate how really. Just… wow. This is certainly something to think about and consider while dealing with my bouts of depression and anxiety. Everything is so much bigger than we realize. Amazing post. Thank you.
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Thank you for your very, very kind words. But please, do not in any way feel ashamed. I know that despite my own practice I still miss so much of the world for so much of the time, and if I beat myself up about that…well I am just missing more!
The world, I think, is very patient about this. It’s unconditionally there already, just like our own deepest nature. A form of basic goodness.
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So much introspection and thought provoking realism going on here. Thought I’d share.
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Thanks John
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Thank you all so much for your kind words and for sharing this post. It’s wonderful when something we write makes sense of something for people.
This piece was a companion piece to Touch as Nutrition, which The Kindnessblog has also published, and which I originally thought would appeal to a wider audience than The Kindness of Things.
It’s here if you want it:-
https://kindnessblog.com/2014/11/13/touch-as-nutrition-by-john-tuite/
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Thank you, John!
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Really good article. Thank you John.
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Everything has an energy worth respecting, even ig we cant hold or explore the object ourselves. Know it.
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Thats different angle of seeing things.. Incredible good…
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Amazing read…I like the manner in which you developed your idea and argument. This is a product of serious thought…and worth paying attention to. Thank you for this giftvto us.
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Thank you so much for your continued lovely remarks. I just want to say two things at this point, each of which points away from me…
Firstly, to acknowledge the role and inspiration of some of my teachers. Particularly, for this article, the wonderful Bruce Fertman, whose work you can glimpse in the video link attached to the words ‘practice with scarves’ at the bottom of the article. We had Bruce over in the UK this year for the Centre for Embodied Wisdom and I spent some wonderful time with him in my home and in the workshop. Hopefully we will do it again in 2015.
Secondly, the writing comes from thought yes. But more from the long and continued practice of various forms of embodied wisdom. These practices act as a continuous form of ‘insult’ to our pretensions, reminding us when we so often get caught in our little self that there is another world within this one, another possibility of who we are within our limited idea of our self. I am very grateful to them.
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Nice
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Thank you … it’s good to appreciate everything around you in the world so thanks for reminding me. 🙂
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Beautiful. In the Buddhist monastery I go to the monks not only bow to each other (or make Gassho- hands together) but to the rooms on entering and leaving, expressing gratitude to their ‘isness’
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May I gently ask which tradition the monastery follows?
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Hi – It’s Soto Zen. Throssel Hole Buddhist Monastery in Northumberland. Have you heard of it?
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I haven’t actually. Over the last twenty years or so, I have followed the Theravada tradition and now also have a growing interest in Zen 🙂
Best, Mike.
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Hi Mike
The ‘head monastery’ is Shasta Abbey in the USA. Whereabouts are you?
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I’m based in the UK (Southampton).
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Hi Mike
Im in the NE. Throssel has affiliated priories and groups. There’s one in London, not sure about Southampton.
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I like the idea in your post, John Tuite. Of how you speak about non-living objects and how we naturally take them for granted and end up doing the same to each other.
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nice!
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An all encompassing care takes away the focus on ourselves and creates a harmony we search for with others
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Sometimes when we stand still, it’s the time our mind is moving the most.
Don’t take things for granted, enjoy our surroundings and celebrate them.
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So, so true…
Best, Mike.
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Thank You, John for Reminding me of the Importance of not only Gratitude, while also Acknowledging the certain Degree of Consciousness, and “Willingness to be of Service to us”, which “Objects” Do have. (I had a longer reply, which became a Post, in my own Blog)…NOTE: Interestingly enough, though I hadn’t read the 102-day-old Reply from “In the Stillness of Wilow Hill,” my longer post, said pretty much the same thing–except it had to do with my Piano…(we must both be in the same or similar Frequency Range 🌸
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Stone hopped to your post. A truly beautifully written and wise piece of writing. By the way, about a year ago I rediscovered fountain pens. They definitely have a higher vibration
All the best
Moshe
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