When I began Sounds True in 1985, it was hard for me to find models that inspired me in the world of business. I had to create something that I didn’t see. My inspiration was to disseminate these great teachings and approaches to contemplative life, and also to have our business model itself follow the central discoveries of the wisdom traditions in terms of how we conduct ourselves as a business.
We dream of a more beautiful world. As our world enters a period of great transition, as the ecosystem and the economy, education and politics, our hearts and our intuition tell us that the way of life as we have known it for thousands of years must change if life is going to continue on this planet, we dream of, as Charles Eisenstein calls it, the more beautiful world our hearts know is possible.
Remember to check in with your heart. It will always tell you that the good is more powerful than any darkness, and that even in times of darkness, your belief in the good will ignite the light of others. One light becomes two, which become millions. It might take a little time, but have faith. With empathy, we have the power to change the world.
The following essay on historical memory as an embodied concept comes from a forthcoming book by Becky Thompson, Teaching with Tenderness: Toward an Embodied Practice. In the tradition of bell hooks’ Teaching to Transgress and Paulo Freire’s Pedagogy of the Oppressed, Thompson invites us to draw upon contemplative practices (yoga, meditation, free writing, mindfulness, ritual) to keep our hearts open as we reckon with multiple injustices.
“Your son is here,” Mehret says, showing me to his crib. I lean over, my heart in my throat. There he is, my son, sleeping on his side with his hands tucked under his chin. I immediately recognize the shape of his ear from the pictures I’d spent hours studying on our adoption agency’s photo sharing site. I start to sob.
Even though she’s been coming to this place three days a week for the past year, it never fails to catch her by surprise, making her breath stop in her throat and her heart beat a little faster. For the moment, she imagines she’s not in the City anymore. And it certainly feels like she isn’t. She’s been transported to the Garden.