Every Day Zen
The wood is tired and the wood is old And we’ll make it fine if the weather holds But if the weather holds we’ll have missed the point That’s where I need to go. “The Wood Song,” Indigo girls This morning was a swirl of thought until I opened an email from a friend who... Continue Reading →
Knowing the interdependence of all things, the compassionate heart arises naturally. Honshin “Interdependence of all things” is not a phrase that comes quickly to mind these days. The idea of mutual reliance--equanimity in relationship--seems far-fetched, a compassionate heart more a sunset than a dawn. Like any line in the sand, a new tide washes away... Continue Reading →
Every time I consider mindfulness I wonder about time. How long it takes for a minute, an hour, a nanosecond to pass, knowing that has nothing to do with life and everything to do with measuring moments. Still, no construct confines life. Strangely, or maybe not so, that gives me a sense of well-being, if... Continue Reading →
Today’s #LongerView explores The Sound of Breath in terms of patience and frustration. Marianne Williamson says ”infinite patience yields immediate results.” I don’t disagree and offer some thoughts on shifting the odds. As always, here is the swinging bench. Aim for Even posts offer equanimity a dose at a time. No day or dose is... Continue Reading →
Today’s #LongerView is a peaceful one in A Place Not Far Away at All. I remind myself that sometimes what I seek I already have and always had. As always, I provide the swinging bench. Aim for Even posts offer equanimity a dose at a time. No day or dose is ever the same, even... Continue Reading →
Go within every day and find the inner strength so that the world will not blow out your candle. (Katherine Dunham) Until today, I had not considered the courage of the candle but mindfulness does not lack for opportunity. I never thought about being a candle in the wind—I see myself as having more energy... Continue Reading →
I knew it would happen. This morning, I walked away from my car and into my apartment, leaving my walker in the backseat. It was not a mindful thing to do. I was deciding whether or not to wash the car. It needed it. The top of the car receives rain residue from the apartment... Continue Reading →
Henry David Thoreau wrote that “this world is but a canvas to our imaginations.” Truly, the possibilities are endless; existence offers a full palette of color, every hue available. Sometimes, I forget that, especially on days when I am immersed in ongoing political resistance. I have a tendency to live my life in separate scenes,... Continue Reading →
Often, Monday mind seems an enemy but as the Buddha taught, the mind is both friend and enemy. There is now a word for that—frenemy. I find it helpful. For me, Mondays are no longer much different than any other day but when I lived my life through a different lens, Mondays were ragged around... Continue Reading →
