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Mindful Monday: "You will never get your act together"

Mindful Monday: "You will never get your act together"

Buddhism, mindfulness, peace, Spirituality
It seems like somebody a lot more mindful than I am should be writing "Mindful Monday." I spent the weekend in a funk of anxiety, feeling trapped, inadequate, self-blaming, and ashamed. Couldn't pull myself out of it... until I read an excerpt from Karen Maezen Miller's book, Paradise in Plain Sight, that Miller posted on Facebook on Sunday evening: A good part of life’s distress is conjured out of anxious expectation, cruel judgment, painful rumination, or maudlin self-indulgence. Try letting go of all that. If you don’t do Zen the way you do everything else, how would it be? It would be real. What a relief to accept that you will never get your act together. Then it is no longer an act. You can begin to live as you really are. ...and then I woke up, remembered, and felt a whole lot be...
Mindful Monday: "Ten Tips for a Mindful Home"

Mindful Monday: "Ten Tips for a Mindful Home"

Buddhism, mindfulness
Karen Maezen Miller is a priest at the Hazy Moon Zen Meditation Center of Los Angeles and an author of several books and articles that I have learned a lot from and enjoy. She is a fine writer who cuts through the junk in our minds with a sharp, spare style. Karen wrote a piece called "Ten Tips for a Mindful Home," published in the March 2010 issue of Shambhala Sun as well as in a 2013 post on her blog, Cheerio Road. It shows her keen insight into cultivating mindfulness in the daily routines of home life. These tips are exactly what they seem, more than what they seem, and then exactly what they seem again. I confess that currently I manage only four of these diligently and daily. And today is another day to start again. Ten Tips for a Mindful Home by Karen Maezen Miller If you can d...

Mindful Monday: No hitchhikers allowed

Buddhism, inner peace, mindfulness, Spirituality
"It seems I've lived as though there were two of me. Right where I stand is me as I am. Opposite me is another me, one I've never met. She is quite wonderful, charming, and accomplished... She says and does nothing she regrets... She has all the potential I have misspent... I am taunted by her perfection. The problem for me, you see, is not that I compare myself to you, but that I compare myself to someone who doesn't even exist: the other me... I always imagined this other me to be happier than the real me, which made me feel lacking and sad. I wonder: Do we grieve most for what we've lost or for what we never had? Letting go of her, I find I've lost nothing. The entire world was mine to begin with. She was just hitching a ride. I can't believe I put up with her nonsense for so long." -- ...