Friday morning traffic in Cheverly, MD; cars, buses and trucks passing in the morning dark.
In ‘The Garden of Evening Mists’ the gardener, Nakamura, constructs a traditional Japanese garden of plants, shrubs, artifacts and large boulders to frame each view to the surrounding land.
Two thirds of each Boulder is sunk into the Earth, rooted there, not simply placed.
The spiritual teacher, Reggie Ray gives visualization exercises of our bodies sinking foot by foot deep into the Earth.
Our past generations held sacred ceremonies deep within the Earth, often leaving their dead there.
Our connection,of Earth and Body, holds the greatest part of our spirituality, our being, our life.
Sitting, laying and praying with the Earth is to be remembered and practiced.
My mind,open and spacious, can feel,smell, taste and hear the Earth. It is my home, my Mother and Father.
There is no expectation that our lives will be all resolved and perfect now or at some future point.
Our lives, if we are honest, are filled with all kinds of experiences, all kinds of unresolved experiences.
This is the very rich manure that we have to work with here and now. This is our practice. After I meditate, there is the rest of my life-the post meditation part. That is the largest part of my life. I get to see how I’m putting the teachings into action.
At the end of the day, I can honestly evaluate how I did and be grateful that I’m trying to be the real honest to goodness me.
When my mind is relaxed it has a much more open quality, a much more spacious feeling.
Relaxing in my folks guest bedroom, for the first time I see the painting of the Hudson Valley that I gave to my Father over 20 years ago!
I had not noticed it before, but the assure me it’s been there for many years.
I had figured it had been given away years ago, ha!
I’m visiting Washington,DC. It’s barely Fall here.
Much active life here, this Fig tree is just beginning to fruit.
Our own Fruition happens many times and at any time we have the courage and strength to be open to what our mind reveals. Cynics don’t believe in this, Saints of all kinds do!
We know when we are with good people. They have earned are trust and so we are relaxed and free to be ourselves.
The air is dancing with Life. The rain is coming so the yellow leaves dance in the wind.
I can be like the yellow leaves, and dance with the winds of life
Even in the winds of harshness and anger.
I play a racquet sport for recreation.
Often now the opposing team goes into conference when they see I am one of their opponents. Sometimes I wonder have they figured out how to beat me.
Just having that state of mind is not good for my mind. I try to play for they joy of it and am often laughing during my sweat soaked exertions.
I am reminded of the American football quarterback who wears a rubber band on his wrist. After each football play, he snaps the rubber band to remind himself that that play is over and now he has less than ten seconds to plan for the present.
The same is true for us:
Every moment is fresh. It is our mind that attempts to make it otherwise.