We make up our life moment by moment

Some brain-science thoughts giving the same message as yesterday’s meditation one…

Instead of seeing the brain as rigid, fixed in mode, programmed like a computer, there is now a much more biological and powerful notion of “experiential selection,” of experience literally shaping the connectivity and function of the brain.

But how then do our frames, our momentary moments, hold together? How, if there is only transience, do we achieve continuity? Our passing thoughts, as James says ( in an image which smacks of cowboy life in the l880’s) do not wander round like wild cattle. Each one is owned, our own, and bears the brand of this ownership, and each thought, in James’ words, is born an owner of the thoughts that went before, and “dies owned, transmitting whatever it realized as its Self to its own later proprietor.

We come around to Proust’s image, itself slightly reminiscent of photography…..that we consist entirely of “a collection of moments,” even though these flow into one another like Borges’s river.

Oliver Sachs, In the River of Consciousness

Complaining

See if you can catch yourself complaining in either speech or thought, about a situation you find yourself in, what other people do or say, your surroundings, your life situation, even the weather. To complain is always nonacceptance of what is. It invariably carries an unconscious negative charge.

When you complain, you make yourself a victim.

Leave the situation or accept it. All else is madness.


 Eckhart Tolle

The small things

Do not think that love has to be extraordinary in order to be genuine.

What we need is to love without getting tired.

Be faithful in small things because it is in them that your strength lies.

Mother Teresa

Sunday Quote: fishing

Many men go fishing all of their lives without knowing that it is not fish they are after.

Thoreau

Make something beautiful

Maybe our world will grow kinder eventually.

Maybe the desire to make something beautiful is the piece of God that is inside each of us.

Mary Oliver, Franz Marc’s Blue Horses

The road to enlightenment

Every place is the road of enlightenment

Everywhere is a forest of virtues

Fa-Yen Wen-I, 885 – 998 Chinese Chan teacher