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Jerry Wennstrom: Reverent Generosity

By Remy Benoit

I have invited you to share in the wonder of the creativity of Jerry Wennstrom on a number of occasions. He is a celebrated artist of enormous talent who very shortly will be sharing with you his newest creation which, take my word for it, is both sacred and beautiful. Jerry is truly a Living National Treasure - a gentle man in the truest sense of the word - a creative genius.

When I asked all of you to share your words, to share your stories, Jerry sent me this piece on Reverent Generosity which I share with you below.

You may join Jerry and his very talented wife, Marilyn Strong at Hands of Alchemy. The poem at the end of Jerry's piece is by a friend of his who, by his words, is a friend to the pathways of our souls.

Thank you, gentlemen, for your sharing. You will find my review of Jerry Wennstrom's new, expanded DVD of In the Hands of Alchemy at Review - Jerry Wennstrom's, In the Hands of Alchemy: The Art and Life of Jerry Wennstrom.

Reverent Generosity.

I live on Whidbey Island, Washington and, as often happens in the winter months, a windstorm knocked out the power for a good part of our Island. A friend living in Seattle offered my wife and me her “spare condominium” on Queen Ann Hill, a nicer part of Seattle. Overlooking the city and a beautiful stretch of the Puget Sound, the condominium is nicely situated. I had a writing deadline so I took her up on her offer to continue my writing project with the luxury of warmth, light and power for my computer. I was grateful and happy to be staying at such a nice place in Seattle and got up early my first morning to go for a walk.

After walking some distance, stopping for a cup of tea and winding my way back to the apartment, I happened upon an older, homeless man in an alley. He was surrounded by several overstuffed plastic bags and had apparently spent the night in the alley.

When our eyes met, we held the moment for an unusually long time. I held the gaze longer than usual, hoping he might ask for money -- but he did not. His sad, sweet eyes unexpectedly brought tears to my own. I continued walking as I spontaneously said a little prayer for him. As I continued on my way, feeling his sadness, I looked up and was startled to see a well dressed, woman staring at me in a most intense and compassionate way. She smiled enthusiastically when our eyes met, perhaps thinking it was my own sadness I held. I walked on.

Several blocks down the street, as I neared a storefront, I spotted a young man in his late teens just getting up from his pile of dirty blankets. He, too, had spent the night on the street. He looked so young and vulnerable as he tried to pull his shirtsleeves down over his cold hands. As I passed, he looked at me and smiled. I slowed, but he didn’t ask for anything either. I came home unable to shake the feeling of sadness for these men and for the imbalance in our world. Yet, all I felt I could do was hold the sadness I was feeling in a reverent, prayerful way. From past experience, I know and have come to trust this way of holding others. When no other action is called for, it, in itself can be a gift.

To many, non-action in a situation like this may not make sense. However, sometimes literal “giving” can be a way to avoid the weight of another’s burden. The Spirit of the moment can ask something different of us – something different from our ideas of what it means to give. Reverently holding the suffering of others can be a moment’s greatest offering and it is a moment many of us often avoid by trying to buy our way out with literal acts of “goodness.” Many of do this by giving, materially, too much to our kids and the results are showing up in a strange disease being called “affluenza.” When one sees the activity of this holding as a formless act of compassion, one goes about it with reverence. Where literal action fails, reverent generosity succeeds by becoming a container able to hold the tears of the world.

The delicate refinement of reverent generosity is one of the loftiest disciplines of embodied life. Reverence is the only appropriate response to the mystery we are surrounded by and it requires unrelenting attention. Lao Tsu says, “ How great the difference between eah and Oh!” The “eah” response to life represents an attitude of indifference, while the “Oh!” response represents openness and surprise in the face of an awesome and mysterious universe. One’s natural impulse to inspire others with that which reverence has awakened in one’s own heart creates sublime beauty in the world. With reverence, the difficulties in life become grist for the mill – chaos, hopelessness, suffering, even death -- everything may be placed on the altar, for transformation in the eternal. What comes through may be a sweet word, a gift, a joke, wisdom, or even the use of the sword; inspiration finds a way to undo the illusion of limitation. Inspiration enters the heart through the portal of reverence. With inspiration rippling through the collective, the heart of the world grows unalterably stronger.

We are all potential vessels for such moments, and one’s participation must spontaneously be born of reverence, mystery and an uncalculated generosity of spirit. One is able to take outrageous risks when these three elements are in place, and all for the glory of one inspired moment. Without being empowered by the passion and commitment that comes with the heart-inspired we would never be able to take those risks when we fear we have something to lose. It is only when we discover what we are willing to die for that we come to know and fully embody what we are willing to live for. As dramatic as this may sound, it is often in the quiet, lonely moments of our lives where this inner drama unfolds. It happens by remaining present and being fully with a difficult moment we may not necessarily have chosen to encounter.

Perhaps, most importantly, there is an abstract element of Grace that is needed to tap the reverent generosity of heart we know is possible. One must fearlessly trust in things unseen, things beyond what is “known.” There are things that have the potential to keep us from acting spontaneously from the heart. They exist in the realm of reason, logic, personal advantage and security. In this realm, to give is to lose that which has been given. Only an act of reverent generosity can transform and transcend the limits of such a literal fixation. Where there is reverence and a generosity of spirit, the potential of the moment is essentially served and fluidly expressed as creation and form. Here, in the place of Mystery, a life-affirming act of generosity becomes its own reward. That reward is nothing less than renewal and the remembering of essence for all involved. In this way, an act of reverent generosity is healing and happens at all levels – physical, emotional and spiritual. It carries with it an impulse to share the gift, which is kept alive by the sharing through the dynamic nature of the exchange as it moves through the collective.

There is one last refinement required of reverent generosity and that is the detachment from goodness. When we know we don’t know, we come to see that externally perceived ways of “giving” or “not giving” have equal potential in an act of reverent generosity. When we can be fully in the moment, without ideas, fear-driven impulses or guilt, we are free to silently ask, “How can I serve the spirit of this moment?” … and then receive an answer and respond!


I see in your eyes
a pathway
through the wilderness of time.
It is light
and it beckons me
back through the ages
like an early frost
on the turning leaves.

Moving in unison
with the ardent air,
you return,
flowers in your hand
and moonlight in your eyes.

I am a bandit,
a thief in the night,
trying in vain
to catch this coveted air
only to find
I am bathed in

Mud *

To order Mud's (Steven Weitzman's) book of poetry click Landscape of the Misty Eye.


nice post. thanks.

Posted by: Pharmacy Technician, at 2009-12-04 21:15:01

Helpful blog, bookmarked the website with hopes to read more!

Posted by: roclafamilia, at 2010-10-21 13:46:30

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