We become our choices

You work with what you are given,
the red clay of grief, the black clay of stubbornness going on after.
Clay that tastes of care or carelessness, clay that smells of the bottoms of rivers or dust.
 
Each thought is a life you have lived or failed to live, each word is a dish you have eaten or left on the table.
There are honeys so bitter no one would willingly choose to take them.
The clay takes them: honey of weariness, honey of vanity,
honey of cruelty, fear.
 
This rebus – slip and stubbornness, bottom of river, my own consumed life –
when will I learn to read it
plainly, slowly, uncolored by hope or desire?
Not to understand it, only to see.
 
As water given sugar sweetens, given salt grows salty,
we become our choices.
Each yes, each no continues, this one a ladder, that one an anvil or cup.
 
The ladder leans into its darkness.
The anvil leans into its silence.
The cup sits empty.
 
How can I enter this question the clay has asked?
Jane Hirshfield,  Given Sugar, Given Salt
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Subday Quote: Not always thinking about life

 

 

We must be content to live,

without watching ourselves live.

Thomas Merton, No Man is an Island

Not getting sucked in

Our Mindfulness practice, whether it is on the cushion paying attention to the emotions and thoughts that weave between the breath and bodily sensations, or whether it is in the world paying attention to our actions and behaviors which emerge from our emotions and thoughts, is always a reminder that in order to change any unhealthy or harmful patterns  – in order to transform any suffering – we have to first become aware of the patterns themselves. We cannot change anything that we are not aware of…. On a personal level this may show up within the experience of intense emotions. Often we are driven by unconscious motivations of our emotional landscape. How often do we feel lost in the rage or the upset that sometimes arises? The impact that Mindfulness brings is that the experience of being aware of the rage is not the rage itself. Being mindful of all the sensations of rage or anger is not being lost in or consumed by the fire. How often do we actually feed the experience of anger without examining what is really happening? …Our practice simply invites us to do the best we can – to be as mindful, aware and kind to whatever arises, even our intense emotional landscapes.

Larry Yang,  Now More than ever We need Mindfulness, Huffington Post

A relaxed approach

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Why do you focus so hard when you meditate?
Do you want something?
Do you want something to happen?
Do you want something to stop happening?
Check to see if one of these attitudes is present.
The meditating mind should be relaxed and at peace.
You cannot practise when the mind is tense.

Sayadaw U Tejaniya, Right Attitude

Our own path

There is a tendeOLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERAncy in January to want to get away from our life, to compare it with other, “better”,  possible lives. Advertising encourages this, offering to get us away from this life to a sunnier life on holidays, or from this shape to a better one in the gym.  Practice encourages us to start where we are and find our own way, in the life that is given us:

There is no form that in and of itself is closer to God. All forms are just forms…..Each individual must therefore listen very carefully to hear her or his way or path. For one person it will be as mother, for another a celibate. For one it will be a householder, for another a wandering monk. Not better or worse. To live another’s life, to try to be Buddha or Christ because Christ did it, doesn’t get us there; it just makes us mimickers. This game is much more subtle: we have to listen to hear what our path through is, moment by moment, choice by choice.

Ram Dass, Grist for the Mill.

Bare awareness

Looking Outside

If everything is noted, all your emotional difficulties will disappear.

When you feel happy, don’t get involved with your happiness.

And when you feel sad, don’t get involved with it.

Whatever comes, don’t worry. Just be aware of it.

Dipa Ma, Knee Deep in Grace