To what shall I liken the world? Moonlight, reflected In dewdrops, Shaken from a crane's bill. — Dogen What are you noticing about impermanence? ... for Mindful Monday ... Source: Heine, Steven. The Zen Poetry of Dogen: Verses from the Mountain of Eternal Peace. Dharma Communications Press. 2005. Photo credit: "Crane," stephanie carter, 2006.
“The precious pot containing my riches becomes my teacher in the very moment it breaks.” --Milarepa What do you notice when the pot breaks or the proverbial rug is pulled out from under you? ... for Mindful Monday ... Photo credit: "My broken change pot," Thomas's pics, 2013.
IMAGE CREDIT: Brian K Hello my dear precious friends! I am so sorry for there being no blog last Friday, technical difficulties prevented me from writing. I’m sitting here from the comfort of my room writing this. I want to share with you why I am grateful for grief this week. On July 5th, I lost my friend Demetre Josebeck to an overdose. Only 3 days later, on July 8th, I lost my friend Lauren Graff to the disease of addiction as well. Talk about being slammed all at once & death smacking you in the face, I was broken and still am. I am in the thick of grief & it’s not pretty at all. In fact, it is messy and all over the place. But I am grateful for grief. Why? Because in active addiction, I would numb my feelings before. Now I can feel these wave of emotions and proce