Life is like this

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Life is like this. You can’t say it’s a banquet all the time.  Breath going in… I wouldn’t describe that as a banquet, or that the sound of silence is life at its best, where it’s just one laugh after another.  It’s just like this. Most of our experience is neither one extreme  nor another; it’s like this…[yet]..there  are ways of  noticing that even within what can be physically unpleasant –   like cold, dampness and things like this – that we find unpleasant as sensory experiences, that the real suffering  is the aversion: “I don’t like this. I don’t want life to be like this. I want to be where there are blue skies and sunshine all the time.”… When you’re seeking happiness and trying to get away from pain and misery, then you’re caught in always trying to get something or hold on to happiness. That leads to an extreme again — wanting, always grasping after the ideal of some refined conscious experience.
Ajahn Sumedho, Intuitive Awareness

Controlling the weather

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I have had some visitors staying these past days. The weather so far  this year has been very unusual for this area, with clouds and rain dominating in the last few week. This certainly can make touring a little more difficult, but no matter what the weather, once we fix on one desired result, inevitably the alternative seems a disappointment. A useful practice for the larger things in life. When we notice little habits like this we can let go and save ourselves stressing over things we cannot control.

I once led a retreat during a monsoon-like rainstorm: For a few days I wanted to apologize to everyone for the weather until a …voice of deeper wisdom arose “Weather is weather. This is what happens”. We’ve all had weather moments – times when we’ve felt responsible for everyone’s good or well-being. It’s our job, we think, to fix the temperature and humidity, or the people around us (if only we could get our partner to quit smoking, consult a map, stick to a diet). We even think we’re capable of totally controlling our own emotions – “I shouldn’t feel envious, or resentful or spiteful! That’s awful! I’m going to stop”. You might as well say “I’m never going to catch a cold again!”

Though we can affect our physical and emotional experiences, we can’t ultimately determine them; we can’t decree what emotions will arise in us. But we can learn in meditation to change our responses to them. That way we are spared a trip down a path of suffering we’ve traveled many times before. Recognizing what we can’t control (the feelings that arise within us; other people; the weather) helps us to have healthier boundaries at work and at home – no more trying to reform everyone all the time.

Sharon Salzberg, Real Happiness

Without effort

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With no mind, flowers lure the butterfly;
With no mind, the butterfly visits the blossoms.
Yet when flowers bloom, the butterfly comes;
When the butterfly comes, the flowers bloom.

Taigu Ryokan, Japaneses Zen Poet, 1758 – 1831

 

Sunday Quote: The key to a relaxed mind

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Anyone who understands impermanence

ceases to be contentious.

The Dhammapada

A way to freedom

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The attempt to look at your attitude — what you are feeling and thinking and the frame that holds it –

and then your attitude to your attitude,

is one of the routes to freedom

John Tarrant, In the Wild Places

Making time for nature

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Those who love their own noise are impatient of everything else. They constantly defile the silence of the forests and the mountains and the sea. They bore through silent nature in every direction with their machines, for fear that the calm world might accuse them of their own emptiness. The urgency of their swift movement seems to ignore the tranquility of nature by pretending to have a purpose. The loud plane seems for a moment to deny the reality of the clouds and of the sky, by its direction, its noise, and its pretended strength. The silence of the sky remains when the plane has gone. The tranquility of the clouds will remain when the plane has fallen apart. It is the silence of the world that is real.

Thomas Merton