Subtracting

We often search for happiness by adding things to our lives: more experiences, more possessions, more achievements. But sometimes happiness is found not by adding, but by subtracting. Subtract the constant pressure, the busyness, the noise. Create space through rest. Happiness is like a shy animal; it will not come out if we are constantly crashing through the forest. Sit quietly, rest, and it may appear on its own.

Joseph Emet, Buddha’s Book of Happiness: Teachings for Achieving Lasting Peace, Joy, and Fearlessness

the secret

Hope has holes
in its pockets.

It leaves little
crumb trails
so that we,
when anxious,
can follow it.

Hope’s secret:
it doesn’t know
the destination

it knows only
that all roads
begin with one
foot in front
of the other.

Rosemerry Wahtola Trommer, American poet, Hope’s Secret

The World is always partly Veiled

Komorebi (木漏れ日) is a beautiful Japanese word for the light filtering through trees – everchanging – reminding us of the fleeting uniqueness of each moment.

Understanding this leads to a contentment with the Universe and with oneself.

Not a bad philosophy for a New Year…

Around me the trees stir in their leaves
and call out, “Stay awhile.”
The light flows from their branches.
And they call again, “It’s simple,” they say,
“and you too have come
into the world to do this, to go easy, to be filled
with light, and to shine.”

Mary Oliver, When I am Among the Trees

Look to the future

We are not victims of the past; but rather, authors of our own purpose.

No experience is in itself a cause of our success or failure.

We do not suffer from the shock of our experiences – the so-called trauma – but instead we make out of them whatever suits our purposes.

We are not determined by our experiences, but the meaning we give them is self-determining

Ichiro Kishimi, The Courage to Be Disliked

time arises and passes away

We use pleasant and unpleasant feelings to measure our success or failure. If we experience something pleasant, we think we’ve succeeded. If we experience an unpleasant feeling, we think we’ve failed.

When our minds cling to the nature of experience in a personalized way, we end up running around trying to prop up a sense of a satisfied happy self, or reinventing ourselves as miserable and hopeless.

The practice is to look at things from the lens of our experience and seeing their impermanent, uncertain, changing nature…. they’re arising, they’re ceasing, they’re arising, they’re ceasing.

Ajahn Pasanno , On Becoming and Stopping

Sunday quote: Questions

There are years that ask questions,

and years that answer them

 Zora Neale Hurston, 1891–1960, American novelist, short-story writer and folklorist, Their Eyes Were Watching God