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Reflection, February 2002 (as published in First Days Record)
By Jennie A. Barrington, Minister,
the Church of the Unity, Unitarian Universalist, Winchendon, MA

“Awakening on Groundhog Day”
Jennie A. Barrington

“Would to God that we might spend a single day really well.” -Thomas a Kempis


I caught the movie, “Groundhog Day,” the other night. It’s billed as a romantic comedy starring Bill Murray. [That’s the Bill Murray of “Saturday Night Live” fame, not the Bill Murry of Meadville/Lombard fame.] Yet even small children get the ethical message in it. As a child once said to me: “He has to keep living the same day over until he learns how to be a nice person.” Bill Murray plays a character who is as unenlightened as they come --a vain, spoiled, ambitious weatherman who equates happiness with bright lights, big cities, and “getting the girl.” Sent to cover the groundhog in Punxsutawney, he views the job, the town, and its rural people as unworthy of his time and talent. Consequently, his fate is to wake up each morning, in that same place, on that same day. He is stuck in a seemingly endless cycle of mundane experiences. The clock radio blares Sonny and Cher’s, “I Got You, Babe.” He snubs the townspeople, and “the girl” rejects his advances. He falls asleep in despair. He tries everything he can think of to escape --running away, over-indulging, attempting suicide. Nothing works. Sonny and Cher keep heralding each morning, regardless.

If this sounds bleak, the movie is actually an exquisitely accurate modern-day rendition of the Buddhist philosophy of life. To the Buddha, life was a seemingly endless cycle of pain and sorrow, or dukkha. The cause of dukkha is trishna, our craving, thirst, greed, or attachment. The cycle of continual rebirth into a life of dukkha is called samsara. But if you bear with me, there is a light at the end of the tunnel, for both the Buddha and the weatherman. The Buddha spent his adult life seeking a solution to the problem of human suffering. After many trials and some wrong turns, he reached enlightenment. “The Buddha” literally means “the enlightened one” or “the awakened one.” The weatherman follows a path any Buddhist will recognize as parallel to the Buddha’s, and he too becomes awakened, finally liberated from his former longings, greed, and sorrow. [He also realizes how beautiful and worthy the small town and its residents are. That’s my favorite part of the movie…]

The Buddha and Bill Murray’s weatherman had a common concern: despair at the seeming futility of life. The man we now refer to as the Buddha was born about 563 B.C. Then called Siddhartha Gautama, he was born a prince, with every possible luxury at hand. At his birth, a sage prophesied that he would grow up to be a fully enlightened buddha. Siddhartha’s father viewed this as a painful life, and so he attempted to shelter his son from anything distasteful. Yet when Siddhartha was a young man, he ventured out of his palatial life four times. On the first trip, he saw an old man; on the second, a sick man; and on the third, a corpse. These trips introduced him to the harsh realities of old age, sickness, and death. On the fourth trip, he saw a wandering holy man who had an intriguing serenity about him. Siddhartha chose to renounce his royal title, leave his family, and become a monk. For years he was an extreme ascetic, starving himself, barely clothed, exposed to the elements. This manner of seeking did not help him reach enlightenment. He reflected that neither had his life as privileged royalty. So he decided to try a “middle way,” a life of moderation, not going too far in the direction of either desire or aversion. The Middle Way, also called the Noble Eightfold Path, is: Right Understanding, Right Thought, Right Speech, Right Action, Right Livelihood, Right Effort, Right Mindfulness, and Right Concentration. These eight ethical guidelines fall under three categories: wisdom, morality, and meditation. Buddhists strive to live an ethical, harmonious, compassionate, non-violent life. This brings glimpses of insight along the way and, for some, enlightenment. When a person has reached enlightenment, they don’t get inappropriately angry about anything. It’s sort of like perfect mental health. Another way to phrase it is: nothing is important enough to get really upset about.

The Buddha reached enlightenment after he had been meditating under a large banyan tree. He had visions of a host of demons, tempting him with the forces of greed, fear, hatred, attachment, seduction, delusion, and doubt. He was not overcome, and the attacks ceased. He reached a deep awareness of his true nature; transcendent wisdom and universal compassion were awakened in him; he was liberated from attachment to the conditions of the world.

In the movie, “Groundhog Day,” the weatherman, like the Buddha, also ventures out of his sheltered, pampered life, into the harsh realities of the larger world. And he, too, sees an old man, a sick man, and a dying man. At first he brushes by them. But as he becomes less self-absorbed, his eyes and his heart are opened to the people around him struggling with their own concerns. Searching for a way out of his despair, he seeks advice from Rita, his producer, who is “the girl” he desires. She describes to him her ideal of the enlightened man: humble, supportive, fit, able to laugh, not afraid to cry in front of others, musical, cultured, kind to animals and children. He reflects on what she has said and realizes her words hold wise teachings and noble goals he could aspire to achieve in his lifetime. The next day, he awakens with a start, leaps out of bed, smiles, and intentionally makes different choices. He takes a personal interest in everyone he meets, and finds he can help in small but important ways. He learns to play the piano, to appreciate poetry, and to create ice sculptures. He becomes noticeably more humble and kind.

In the movie’s most poignant moment, the weatherman realizes that the beggar he has passed by each day is dying. He calls the beggar “Father,” and tries fiercely to save his life. But food, shelter, and hospital care are not enough. The weatherman tries to resuscitate him, but the beggar finally gives out his last breath into the icy air and dies. The weatherman, kneeling in the snow, looks down at the man and cries. Pity and compassion are at last awakened in him, for the old man, for all humanity, for all sentient beings, for all the world.

The next morning, in his Groundhog Day report, the weatherman says: “When Chekhov saw the long winter, he saw a winter bleak and dark and bereft of hope-- Yet we know that winter is just another step in the cycle of life. But standing here, among the people of Punxsutawney, and basking in the warmth of their hearths and hearts, I could not imagine a better fate than a long and lustrous winter.” [And to that I say, Amen.]

After that, the weatherman cannot do enough for the people of Punxsutawney-- He has some small kindness for everyone he encounters. He changes flat tires, saves children from falling out of trees, and plays the piano to get the whole town dancing in delight. About it all, he is humble and good humored. And at the end of the day, he says to “the girl,” “No matter what happens tomorrow, or for the rest of my life, I’m happy now.” That’s what enlightenment is like.

The next day, when the weatherman wakes up, it’s finally tomorrow. That means he could actually leave Punxsutawney, and go back to his big city life. Instead, he says to “the girl,” as they look out at the snow-covered town which he had for so long despised, “It’s so beautiful-- Let’s live here.” Let’s live here.

I’ll close with the words of Howard Thurman:

“During these turbulent times we must remind ourselves repeatedly that life goes on. This we are apt to forget. The wisdom of life transcends our wisdoms; the purpose of life outlasts our purposes; the process of life cushions our processes. The mass attack of disillusion and despair, distilled out of the collapse of hope, has so invaded our thoughts that what we know to be true and valid seems unreal and ephemeral. There seems to be little energy left for aught but futility.

“This is the great deception. By it whole peoples have gone down to oblivion without the will to affirm the great and permanent strength of the clean and the commonplace. Let us not be deceived. It is just as important as ever to attend to the little graces by which the dignity of our lives is maintained and sustained. Birds still sing; the stars continue to cast their gentle gleam over the desolation of the battlefields, and the heart is still inspired by the kind word and the gracious deed…

“To drink in the beauty that is within reach, to clothe one’s life with simple deeds of kindness, to keep alive a sensitiveness to the movement of the spirit of God in the quietness of the human heart and in the workings of the human mind-- this is as always the ultimate answer to the great deception.”
[“Life Goes On,” in Meditations of the Heart, c. 1953]

This winter, may our eyes be opened to the beauty in every face we see, and to our countless opportunities, each day, to be selflessly kind to one another.

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