A personal blog by a graying (mostly Anglo with light African-American roots) gay left leaning liberal progressive married college-educated Buddhist Baha'i BBC/NPR-listening Professor Emeritus now following the Dharma in Minas Gerais, Brasil.
Thursday, June 2, 2022
Via Daily Dharma: A Vast Improve Collective
Once
we see that we are not solo improv stand-up players but rather members
of a vast improv collective, we can recognize that the only way that I
can succeed is if we succeed.
Jay Garfield, “Learning to Live Without a Self”
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Via Dhamma Wheel | Right Action: Reflecting upon Mental Action
Reflecting Upon Mental Action
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One week from today: Reflecting upon Social Action
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Wednesday, June 1, 2022
The Koan
Wednesday, June 1, 2022
A Koan
Today,
In waiting for a bus
A policeman stopped in his car
And asked me for directions.
In writing this down it looked rather koanish, or maybe a semi-koan[1]?
When I got home… there was an email link reminding me of this talk (I missed it yesterday but knew I could retrieve later), so I tuned in:
Awakening with Koans: A Conversation with Joan Sutherland RoshiDuring Roshi Sutherland’s talk, I looked at my notes… and just laughed.
As besides enjoying the moment earlier in giving the off duty, but uniformed policeman directions, to the music store. The music store is up above the bus stop, like WAY above… next to the Café de Chocolate. I was waiting for the bus in Pilar on the corner near Lulu’s and the OuroPretano Cevejeria, after going to the corrieos and getting a haircut.
I loved how the policeman, rolled to a stop, asked this foreign guy waiting for the bus for directions, thanked me and drove on. I liked how the ladies – the kind that clean houses or work in pousadas and meet up at the bus stop on their way home, like the ladies in ICEB at 4pm, began chatting with me as we waited for the bus up the hill, no one asked where I was from… no funny faces, nada… nice!
This was after another opportunity to practice in the Corrieos… where there was a long line, no one was masked, and when I asked the young lady texting behind me who was coughing, if she might give me some space, she moved closer to me with a snarl… I wanted to growl back, but instead I moved a bit out of line, she tried moving into my space, but I held my ground. I was tempted to pull rank and use my idoso status and jump ahead, but when I am not exactly in a hurry, and well it seems wrong… those folks that are working and need a break, often end up getting stranded in line as seniors get to jump the line. It seems backward, the folks with time might wait a bit and let those that need to get to work get in and out.
Besides, I have my 4th vax, and am religiously masking my old man's sit upon... but I digress.
Dhukka… breathe in, breathe out. And I did, when I got to the desk… I asked the lady if she had sent anything to México today.
“Não”
The person next to me at the window looked over and said, “Legal (cool)”.
We all laughed, suddenly one of the street beggars came
in, shoved me aside, and told her he needed 6 reais for lunch and that she had only given him 5…
I moved over, she fished out more troco,
gave it to him and he left. I looked at her, she looked at me, and we smiled. We all have our designated beggars now, that things are a bit harsh for some here.
She got my certified signature pages I needed to send to MXDF off to the folks in a masters defense I was in a few weeks ago, and as I left she shouted, “Muito obrigado Daniel!”. People are nice here.
My frustration with the mean girl evaporated, I went to the street… It was beautiful, and I thought… “Self, you earned a haircut”. So I called Lulu, after a lovely walk down to Pilar and Lulu’s he fixed me up, and there I was, waiting for the bus.
And so dear readers, that is how I ended up with my own semi-koan, with a dollop of Joan.
Here it is again:
Today,
In waiting for a bus
A policeman stopped in his car
And asked me for directions.
Yep, it’s that good here.
[1] What is a koan, you ask? Assist the talk link above, or make the jump here: https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Koan
Via Dhamma Wheel | Right Speech: Refraining from Harsh Speech
Refraining from Harsh Speech
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One week from today: Refraining from Frivolous Speech
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Via Daily Dharma: Exploring with Courage
Only
the courage to explore things as they are–in all of their messiness,
pain, and resistance to our desires–leads to real surprises. One of them
might be our own freedom, closer than we thought.
Matthew Gindin, “The Middle Way of Sobriety”
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Via Ram Dass - Love Serve Remember Foundation // Words of Wisdom - June 1, 2022 💌
What I’m suggesting is that after a while everything in your life becomes grist for the mill for awakening, and your priorities change. Instead of, ‘Am I awakening through my work? Am I awakening through this relationship? Am I awakening through this drive? Am I awakening through how I take care of my body?' The journey of awakening begins to dominate the terrain. There is clearly an inner shift of priority, and then you start to use your life that way.
- Ram Dass -
Tuesday, May 31, 2022
June LGBTQ+ Satsang PRIDE: A SPIRITUAL CELEBRATION
June LGBTQ+ Satsang
PRIDE: A SPIRITUAL CELEBRATION
June 12 @ 5 pm PDT | 8 pm EDT
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"Whatever I am, I just am, and from inside that allows me to be at home in the universe." ~ Ram Dass
Join us for a spirited gathering to honor our queer fellowship community. This event will include meditation, social discussion time, and kirtan. We welcome you to decorate yourself and/or your Zoom background to reflect your own personal Pride style. Please feel free to bring a story, excerpt, or teaching to share with the satsang, that connects you to or reflects your queer spiritual experience.
terça-feira, 31 de maio de 2022
Today´s practice, involved a bit of metta-ing about as it were. And just letting the mind go for a bit… nonjudgment, enjoying the path we went down… I accessed my InsightTimer app, and it sounded the bell, and I was off to what I call the races… mind races… that is.
Breathe in, breathe out…
I began, during my sit, by counting breaths, 1-10, start over... and then for some reason wandered to the Bahá’í Prayer: The Remover of Difficulties. Which I hadn’t thought of for years…
Hey old friend, long time no see...
Breathe in, breathe out…
The Remover of Difficulties sustained me during what I call the “the troubles”… coming out, divorce, a baby son, grad school, Ph.D. research and defense… I used to just walk about, repeating it over and over… vacillating from crazy to OK to survival. I couldn’t deal with much, it felt like I was just hanging on by my fingernails, until I found a good bunch of Gay Zen Buddhists and a professor who mentored me through the bottoming out (pardon the metaphor). Zen guys became mentors, not unlike uncles, and really helped me steer out of the darkness and confusion I felt myself in.
Many Bahá’ís might use it as a sort of mantra… sometimes repeating it hundreds of times… Helen Bishop taught me to mantra it, using my knuckles… 45 times up, 45 times back. She knew she was dealing with a young man with a touch of ADD.
Breathe in, breathe out…
And then I said to myself "Self, how about, one more Remover of Difficulties just for old times sake?" And suddenly I was reminded of Melvin´s practice, that I archived on my virtual altar site:
Melvin takes his version of metta and moves through the pronouns… I have adapted to do a “I, you, “that person”, “them” all beings… sort of wheel of concentration.
Breathe in, breathe out…
So I said to myself, “Self, try it with our old friend, the Remover of Difficulties…" I mean what could happen, no one is watching...
So, I began...
Is there any remover of difficulties save God? Say praised be God! He is God! All are his servants, and all abide by His bidding.
I did a second pass, this time:
Is there any remover of difficulties save God? Say praised be God! SHE is God! All are HER servants, and all abide by HER bidding.
Hmmm… that was fun… the gender thing about English and monotheism has bothered me for a while. So, I wondered, h’bout this, and I tried:
Is there any remover of difficulties save God? Say praised be God! YOU are God! All are YOUR servants, and all abide by Your bidding.
Then…
Is there any remover of difficulties save God? Say praised be God! All Beings are God! All are THEIR servants, and all abide by THEIR bidding.
Breathe in, breathe out…
Then the bell rang, and I dropped back to chair. And it was over.
As I write the music I am playing here, talked about a Franciscan prayer, I believe it goes something like this:
Oh my god
You are here
Oh my god
I am here
Oh my god
we are here
And always, always, always, you love us!
Be well, be safe…now, here.
Via Daily Dharma: Learning Balance Prevents Burnout
Knowing
and feeling the suffering of others requires balance lest suffering
overwhelm the sharer. Grief the same. It cannot be avoided. The trick is
to navigate the bivalent nature of each of these states, building good
from bad.
William deBuys, “Good Grief”
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Via Dhamma Wheel | Right Intention: Cultivating Appreciative Joy
Cultivating Appreciative Joy
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One week from today: Cultivating Equanimity
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Monday, May 30, 2022
Via Dhamma Wheel | Right View: Understanding the Noble Truth of the Cessation of Suffering
Understanding the Noble Truth of the Cessation of Suffering
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One week from today: Understanding the Noble Truth of the Way to the Cessation of Suffering
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Via Daily Dharma: Considering the Suffering of Others
Buddhism teaches us that everyone suffers, though we would do well to remember that we all suffer differently.
Olivia Q. Pintair, “A Raft Amid Rising Waters”
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