Walking the Walk

I just watched video of thousands of Iranians protesting the election results in Iran. I applaud the brave Iranians who are risking their lives to make their voices heard on the streets of Tehran.

Cats Really Do Meditate

I’ve decided that cats know how to meditate. They are totally in the “now.” They’re not thinking about tomorrow, or the next day, or their five-, ten- or twenty-year plans.

When a cat is focused on something, their laser like concentration is something to be wondered at. A cat somehow manages to sleep and be completely alert at the same time, but they are always in that state of the present moment that is so elusive to us human beings.

When you’re around a cat, you also temporarily go into that Zen state with them and enter their world of bliss. Want to learn how to meditate? Spend a lot of time with your cat and you’ll discover all you need to know.

Going to the Squirrels?

We have an ongoing problem with squirrels as do most people in our neighborhood. Whenever we fill up the bird feeder, the resident squirrel makes his appearance shortly thereafter and performs all kind of acrobatic stunts to try to get at the birdseed. I've seen him hanging upside down, hanging on to the bird feeder and swinging with it like a rodent version of Tarzan and engaging in many more Cirque Du Soleil-like feats. This morning I was really not in the mood for his antics so I took a little red (soft rubber) ball that my sister had bought for my niece when they were visiting a few years ago and threw it at the squirrel, while yelling and gesturing. I'm sure I made a pretty sight in my blue bathrobe.

In the process of doing so, I suddenly realized that Callie, my mom's cat had disappeared and in a moment of panic I thought she had left the premises. I blame the squirrel for ruining what could have been a peaceful morning, but according to a video of Pema Chodron that I recently saw on You Tube titled Troublemakers, people or things who make life difficult for you are actually good for you. The way I interpreted her lecture is that they help you to get a "birds eye" view of yourself that, while not always pleasant, can be enlightening.

p.s. One positive note: I saw a beautiful red cardinal and a black and white woodpecker briefly appear after shooing the squirrel away.

Sychronicity?

I recently stumbled across a book called The Best Buddhist Writing 2007 edited by Melvin McLeod. What's interesting is that I was actually searching the online library catalog for Robert Wagner's memoir Pieces of My Heart. I had heard him discussing his book on Charlie Rose and, being a lover of old Hollywood memoirs, I thought it sounded intriguing.

If you believe in synchronicity, The Best Buddhist Writing appeared right under the search result for Robert Wagner's book, which was, according to the results, on the shelf on the fourth floor of the library. I briefly glanced at the title of the Buddhism book and thought, I should read that book sometime. Well as luck would have it, I got to the library and couldn't find the Wagner book even with the librarian's assistance. She said some books just go missing in action sometimes and I said rather cheekily, "Does that mean one of the other librarians is reading it?" and she said, "Oh no. We check out books just like you do. It could have been misshelved, or be lying on a table somewhere." So I digress, but suffice it to say, we didn't find the book so she put it on hold for me if and when it does turn up.

Well of course I didn't want to leave the library empty handed so I decided to find the Buddhism book and I did. Recently, I've been having a hard time falling asleep; a couple of nights ago, I started thumbing through the book and discovered an essay by Pema Chodron, the Buddhist nun who narrates two CDs (When Things Fall Apart) that my oldest sister in CO sent me a few years back when I was going through a particularly trying time. I started thinking, hmm this is interesting and read her essay finding it even more enlightening than the CDs had been, because she explained certain Buddhist concepts in more detail. Then I found an essay by a woman who had eloped at 16 to marry Pema Chodron's spiritual teacher, the highly regarded Tibetan Lama, Chogyam Trungpa Rinpoche. I remembered Chodron discussing Rinpoche's teaching on the CDs, including his detailed instructions for meditation.

I found myself reading more essays that helped me to better understand some of the questions that I've had about Buddhism over the years. A brief caveat: I realize that Buddhism is a ancient religion that scholars and practitioners study for years. In no way, can reading a book teach all you need to know about Buddhism; I have barely scratched the surface, but I am always searching for answers and knowledge about topics that interest me and these essays were comforting to read as well as enlightening.

I also really liked an essay called Our True Home by Thich Nat Hanh. I've included a passage here:

Did you know you had a true home? This question touches everybody. Even if you have the feeling that you don't belong to any land, to any country, to any geographical spot, to any cultural heritage, or to any particular ethnic group, you have a true home...your true home is the here and now. It is not limited by time, space, nationality or race. Your true home is not an abstract idea. It is something you can touch and live in every moment. With mindfulness and concentration, the energies of the Buddha, you can find your true home in the full relaxation of your mind and body in the present moment. No one can take it away from you. Other people can occupy your country, they can even put you in prison, but they cannot take away your true home and your freedom.

Carpe Diem!

Death is extraordinarily like life,
when we know how to live.
You cannot live without dying.
You cannot live if you do not die
psychologically each minute.

-Krishmamurti

In Azar Nafisi's memoir Things I've Been Silent About she opens up her past to us; we meet her parents and see how their hopes, aspirations, disappointments and frustrations have left an indelible imprint on her life. Since finishing the book a couple of days ago, I keep thinking about this particular passage she wrote about her father, a former mayor of Tehran who was jailed during the Shah's regime on alleged charges that were never proved:

In personal life as in politics you either accept the rules or you openly and on principle rebel against them. In both cases, there is a price to be paid. Fortunately, no one goes free. But what price? Not belonging to either camp, my father paid a double price. He had neither the comforts of convention nor the satisfaction that comes from breaking with what is expected of you. All through his diaries two opposite tendencies come up: the desire to break way, to embark on the life he wanted, coupled with the fear of what could happen to him if he did.

I'm not sure if I understand yet why this passage continues to haunt me, but it carries a sadness and poignancy with it that possibly reminds me of my own father and his ambivalencies that he struggled with thoroughout his life.

Another passage that really stayed with me is this one:

Those who are close to us, when they die, divide our world. There is the world of the living, which we finally, in one way or another, succumb to, and then there is the domain of the dead that, like an imaginary friend (or foe) or a secret concubine, constantly beckons, reminding us of our loss. What is memory, but a ghost that lurks at the corners of the mind, interrupting our normal course of life, disrupting our sleep in order to remind us of some acute pain or pleasure, something silenced or ignored? We miss not only their presence, or how they felt about us, but ultimately how they allowed us to feel about ourselves or them.

Reading this memoir has really touched my heart in an unexpected way.

Bread Rising

I did it! I made bread that actually turned out today. Let's hope that's a good omen:)