Every Day Zen
Today’s #Longer View, “Of Bombs, Washing Machines, and Missions,” takes the question of why and stretches it over a false equivalency or two, maybe more. I lost count. Yesterday was one of those Saturdays but for once, I did listen most of the time. And that’s something, really something. Have a seat and a swing.... Continue Reading →
I can suffer or I can sit in chaos. I choose chaos. It’s where I take my seat in Zen while the world whirrs. In some moment, I will be swept up. There’s no immunity nor should there be. Life is an experience. The seat of Zen keeps me in the moment I have and... Continue Reading →
Pema Chödrön taught me not to suppress my emotions but to enlarge my sense of what it is to be alive. It is a job, this life. I am moved by the emotion of my experience—it is mine to move through--but sometimes, I get stuck. Experience is its own expedition. Drama lurks around every bend,... Continue Reading →
Aim for Even posts offer equanimity in daily doses. No day or dose is ever the same, even if the aim is. You may read about the origins of Aim for Even here or on this site's About page.
As one who loves to eat, I am always on the lookout for food’s goodness. For 58 years, there was not a food or drink that I did not indulge, no matter the consequences to my health. Six years ago, those consequences came to call. The years of binge eating and poor nutrition choices resulted... Continue Reading →
When we are rigid with fear, anger, or hurt— pain that requires action--we want to fight back. Give as good or maybe even better as was done to us. That is pretty much our human history, be it political elections or world war. We cannot seem to break this habit of my way or the... Continue Reading →
Aim For Even: The Daily Dose 