I went to my vegetable garden yesterday to plant some beans and was startled by a brown furball rushing out of the weeds to the opposite side of the garden (more weeds).
Just last week, the gardener had put up a new fence with 1/4-inch holes, so i knew the groundhog (aka woodchuck) wasn't going through the fence. I looked at the gate, and sure enough, it had come under the gate.
Two weeks ago i bought a groundhog Havaheart trap, but couldn't figure out where to put it. I ran back to the house, got the trap and some watermelon slices out of the fridge to bait it with. I placed it inside the garden, on the ground in front of the gate. Thirty minutes later, a groundhog was inside it.
Like the groundhog, we dig our way into our confined lives and assume that's all there is. We can be fairly happy (or not) in our routine lives. There is a possibility of escape--in Zen it's called the gateless gate.
I released the groundhog 5 miles away from home in a town forest.
Saturday, June 30, 2018
Friday, June 29, 2018
I have a WeCroak app on my smartphone. It peeps 5 times a day to remind me that i am going to die. When i look at the app, there's a new quote about death or dying or life.
The heedful do not die.
The heedless are as if dead already.
I am keeping my eye on the pulse of life.
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Thursday, June 28, 2018
It's Raining. It's Pouring.
Okay. I admit it. I've already taken a 10-minute nap while i was meditating this morning. There's something so soothing about the sound of rain. Zzzzz.
Drowsiness during meditation is a hindrance. I've set our intention to be mindfully aware, but then delicious drowsiness sneaks up. Oh, i have my excuses. I woke up at 3:15 this morning. Still, i don't want to sleepwalk through life.
Wake up. Wake up to your one and only life.
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