On flowing through horizons

I let the weekend pass by without writing, too preoccupied to string thoughts together sensibly with the correct measures of thought for others, the big picture, my little self. I’m worried about things: my country, my judgment, our systems of justice, overall stamina to rise to the occasions arising. And of course the just day-to-day….

Beyond belief systems

So I’m driving along when it hits me: “Belief systems are effects, not causes; everyone has the wrong end of the stick.” I think the paradigm of the last decade or so has been that by getting at one’s belief systems — programming packages from childhood and current environment — and examining, exposing, continuously and…

Streams and Channels

… Ironically, I do hope many others will come to this kind of place too, no matter how proselytizing that sounds: uniquely personal practices, uniquely tailored expressions, and the patience to let the energy of those expressions and practices come forward before labeling, owning them, or making them permanent in any way.

Golden Moments

I felt restless. The beautiful day was calling me out into the flow of it all, and I needed to clear my head. We passed each other in the hallway, hesitating to go by. Then turned, at the exact same time, to more politely say, “Hello.” For five years in this apartment complex she has…

exposure, grief & integration

In some ways I have to recognize fragments of myself out there, reflections of my own valuing and idolizing without question and not wanting to know more. And I have to wish for their personas to be shattered to themselves as well, so the patterns don’t perpetuate indefinitely. [“me too”]

What we cherish

“No bigger than a jelly bean and shot through with a web of delicate imperfections, it wasn’t something most women would write home about. Still, I found its warm, pink glow irresistible.” – Christian L Wright, in an article for Conde’ Nast titled, “How to Hunt for Gems” Christian L Wright wrote the above lines…

Romancing the Woo

I try to keep in mind the ‘decidedly non-woo’ when I write blog posts about meditation or insight, because there isn’t much out there aimed at secular practitioners of contemplative arts, aside from some (great) Zen practices like koan study and Just Sitting. That said, I think it shows sometimes, that I’m holding myself back,…

Recovery

Flu. I feel so vulnerable during and just after illness, as though my will has failed in a small way, just to show me nothing is in my control…

One Last Time

I’m terrible at goodbyes. Perhaps I’ve never seen one modeled well. I’ve always found it hard to be clear and just let go. I inevitably leave things sort of half undone for a while, hoping against hope that things will make sense of themselves.

sparking joy

To be organized feels like greeting a clean slate every time, feels like unearthing dormant potential. THAT is what “sparks joy” – which she over and over again describes as her central objective.