Tag Archives: Connection

Every Day is a Protest

To have peace, you can begin

by walking peacefully.

Everything depends on your steps.

(Thich Nhat Hanh)

I miss writing a weekly letter to my mother for many reasons. When I wrote to her, I walked peacefully. How much or how little I wrote were the colors of her world.

I like to think we both appreciated that world as a place where we could sit and pause, away from the reality that marked our everyday lives.

In our bubble, the unexpected played a lesser role for it was only revealed as an afterward and never in the now.  Such is the life of a bubble, brief but shiny.

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I have lived in more than one bubble. And I am not alone in this. Like so many, I walked away from the everyday, seeking peace where it never is. In ignorance, I trampled on the life I have.

Yet, time has not yet run out but it grows short for all of us. Our planet is out of balance, tipping one way and then the other. The unexpected comes in daily doses.

Every day seems a protest because it is. A wake-up call to walk peacefully, to remember everything depends upon our steps.

Everything.

Aim for Even posts offer equanimity a dose at a time. 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.

The Waters of the Open Mind

In hindsight, clarity is without parallel, especially when unmasking old behaviors. I used to label each occurrence but chronic illness, Zen master that it is, taught me to downsize.water-drops

I am no longer caught up in specificity–each drama is a variation on the same old theme–I am either avoiding pain by denying a story or in clinging to a storyline, I’m attaching to pain.

I know of no scenario that does not fit aversion or attachment. However, it is one thing to “categorize” a scenario, and it is another to let it go.

Regardless, I must move out of my individual story and into the waters of the open mind, feeling all that it is to be one human among many.

I open to you, your struggle; you to me and mine.

It is a gentle flow, time transcendent, our connection in compassion, like water flowing through rock.

Water gives life to the 10,000 things and does not strive…

(Verse eight)

Together, neither does either one of us.

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. 

A Stone in Hand Revisited: Catching the Next Ripple

So I started considering “A Stone in Hand” as the total experience of a single moment. It is not ours to hold onto forever; no experience ever stays.

In moving from one moment to another, we ride a ripple, letting go of one in order to experience the next.

The Pause of Life 101313It does not take much for a ripple to become a rapid, just a bit of drama, any emotion. Then, the ride is rife with distraction and fear. We cling, fearing to let go, but knowing we must.

The three difficulties (or the three difficult practices) are:

1. to recognize your neurosis as neurosis,
2. then not to do the habitual thing but
to do something different to interrupt
the neurotic habit, and
3. to make this practice a way of life

(Pema Chödrön)

We invest in our neuroses, make them habits. They are hard to give up; it means we must change. When we stop ourselves—even mid-habit–we begin to let go of our neurosis. We move into the experience of the next moment, unencumbered.

It is a lifelong practice, to move gently into and out of our neuroses, to catch the next ripple and ride.

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. 

 

Looking Through Relationship

Ours is to co-exist with everything else, even with the insect in the room.

watching 0314There are times I escort bugs and insects to the world outside our windowpane. Perhaps, some return or it is a look-alike bug or insect. Nonetheless, I return them to the other side of the pane.

Theirs is a fragile world, terrifyingly transient, but still, life at full throttle. They meet the moment whether coming or going, going or coming….

EmmaRose puts her paw on my arm—my cue to look through the windowpane— at an armadillo, a rabbit, a possum.

We meet today.
We will meet again tomorrow.
We will meet at the source every moment.
We meet each other in all forms of life.

Thich Nhat Hanh

We value the richness of relationship, are protective of its boundaries. We like the windowpane between us and them. We are not comfortable with all forms of life, having not yet mastered the ease of coming and going.

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. 

 

The Bud and the Bloom

“I can’t think of any better representation of beauty than someone who is unafraid to be herself.”

Emma Stone

I’m reminded of Elizabeth Appell who also wrote a few lines on the risk to Bud Opening 0814bloom.

and the day came

when the risk to remain tight,

in a bud,

became more painful

than the risk it took to blossom.

(Elizabeth Appell)

Yet Appell, who wrote those lines in 1979, remained silent while greeting cards, posters, and eventually the Internet attributed this “blossom” to Anaïs Nin. In 2013, Elizabeth broke her silence and risked again.

In beauty, we open ourselves to each experience as it unfolds. The bloom will not last but how magnificent the moment.

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. 

 

Our Own World of Days

Perhaps each of us is but a grain of sand, each our own world of days. Ultimately, we disappear into the ripples of time, the intimacy of the many becoming one.

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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.