Every Day Zen
Rather than play, I practice. There’s so much to learn and nothing to lose. Obviously, I lack the competitive edge, always have. For me, “the only way to win is to refuse to play" (Seth Godin). It is only in the last 10 years that I developed a lifelong practice, and that did not happen... Continue Reading →
The time after my morning meditation and yoga is always a time in-between--the hour between the dog and the wolf--as my thoughts scramble to define the day. I have learned the cacophony will settle--usually into oatmeal but not always--as I discovered a few years ago when I poured coffee into my oatmeal. A new concoction--that... Continue Reading →
In order to really be, you have to be free from the thinking, free from the anxieties, free from the fear, free from the longing. Thich Nhat Hanh To me, this is meditation--the voyage in--the meditative state. Every morning I sit in meditation, which is not to say every morning I make the trip. Even... Continue Reading →
Some time ago, I wrote that the #DailyDose—of energy--does not necessarily mean a daily post. It is the vibration of chronic illness that determines whether writing happens or not. I aim to meet the daily rhythm of the energy; that is the heart of Aim for Even. For nearly two weeks, there has been no... Continue Reading →
Maybe I always believed in “bursting the boundaries.” After 40 years of chronic illness, it seems so. This kind of “resistance” to medical expectations takes a certain amount of naïveté, and I don’t mind admitting that. It also means staying in the moment, regardless of the experience it offers--no expectations, just experience. And sometimes, I... Continue Reading →
Every morning, my meditation starts in storm. New winds beckon my sails; mine is the course to set. In the stillness, my sextant sights. Sometimes. my ship wrecks but imbalance is impermanent. Like the boomerang, balance will have its return. The self must settle somewhere two shores. Make not a bond of love; let it... Continue Reading →
Yesterday, I saw a Byron Katie meme that said, “I am a woman with no future.” There was a time I knew myself as such but of late, I am caught up in the way of the world rather than the way I work. I know they are not mutually exclusive but I have lost... Continue Reading →
Now is a dark night of the soul for me. It has been for a while but I have not sat with the darkness as I do now. It is all around me, mine to explore. Darkness always holds a sliver of light, elusive as it may seem to be. Experience tells me that, and... Continue Reading →
Aim for Even is one #DailyDose at a time, sometimes a blog post and sometimes not. I knew these posts would not be consecutive because I am not that person anymore. No longer do I set in stone a daily requirement that I must meet for the rest of my life. Perhaps you, too, have... Continue Reading →
It is a morning of fear and for no worthy cause or reason. I could give it other names but fear is what it is. The signs are everywhere. Even my meditative state is unsettled, constantly shifting. My mind offers up the past one frame at a time, inviting me not only to watch but... Continue Reading →
Aim For Even: The Daily Dose 