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You know what happened.
The question is: Did i suffer?
Did you stress out in reading this little vignette? Did you have an opinion? Or make up a story?
I "knew" that the temperature would be above freezing. (It went down to 37 degrees.)
So, i wasn't stressed. I tell this story as a joke on myself because i want you to notice the relief of tension. Snow! Oh no! Whew! Everything's okay, after all.
It is possible to have no story and no opinion. No judgment. And therefore no stress.
This is what happens when you allow generosity to bloom in your heart.
What easy (and maybe fun) thing could you give to a friend today?
Lotus is an often-used image in the Buddha's teachings. Part of the devotional ritual includes offering a lotus, 3 sticks of incense, and a candle to a statue of the Buddha.
I don't find lotus in the North Country where i live, so i was happy to see it in hot and sunny Florida.
The magic of lotus leaves is that they self-clean; they don't collect water.
Wouldn't i love to have a self-cleaning mind?
Mindfulness is the quickest self-cleaner. Mindfulness of this moment doesn't allow gunk from those past moments to accumulate. Past gunk is washed away by the present moment.
No future fog either, because the present is all there is.
Just look at that lotus with its roots in the mud, standing beautifully in the water of Life.
I don't want to spray my clothes. I also don't want ticks biting me. I do not want Lyme disease.
I throw a drawerful of shirts down the stairs. I hang them up in the woodshed. I spray them. Three hours later, i take them off the hangers and cart them back to their drawer. I throw the next drawer full of undershirts down the stairs. Etcetera. Etcetera.
The civil war of the mind: I don't want. I want. I don't want.
Where is home anyway? Do you have a place that feels like home?
I didn't recognize falling in love with my sweetie. He simply felt like home. Comfortable. No fireworks. Restful. Contentment. I didn't need to go anywhere else. I didn't wish for anyone different.
Every morning i take refuge in the Buddha. I take refuge in the Dharma. I take refuge in the sangha. That's my spiritual home. Not a physical place and not dependent on a physical being, although i deeply appreciate the beings in my various sanghas. Refuge--a place of safety. Home.