Notes on a Buddhist path

The Monk and TED

April 8, 2012 By | Leave a Comment

Growing up Catholic in America my ideas about monks centered around what I had surmised from books and movies. They lived in drafty and damp seclusion usually in 12th century monasteries, even in America. They were called Father, Brother or Friar and wore hair shirts and equally scratchy brown sack tunics tied at the waist with a rope. They all had Moe Howard haircuts, sang Gregorian chants quite well and made some pretty darn good champagne.

The unbelievable lightness of being

March 25, 2012 By | 12 Comments

For months I had been in a state of dis-ease with my Buddhist practice, wondering where my beliefs fit into my life and what I held as dear.

Love the one you’re with

February 13, 2012 By | 9 Comments

I sank into the massage table, every cell of me ready to be pummeled and coaxed into relaxation. Since this was my first visit to Russell I made sure to tell him I like a very deep massage. Placing his hands on my back, he said he knew why I liked it rough: my body felt like petrified wood.

Oh, that can’t be good.

Coasting towards Samadhi

August 30, 2011 By | 6 Comments

I was this close to nibbana. Really, I was. This past weekend I had the blissed out experience of being on retreat. I sat and walked and ate with mindful awareness on my breath and the arisings and fallings within me. Ven. Bhikkhu Sona, the abbott of Birken Forest Monastery near Kamloops, BC, came down […]

Where, oh where, has my little home gone?

April 2, 2011 By | 6 Comments

I’m moving. I gave my requisite 30 days notice this week and I will be heading to bigger, brighter, and quieter pastures. Having lived in a lower north facing suite through this long, cold, wet winter, listening to the seismic thuddery and verbose fits of a toddler, the mournful barking and howling of an ample […]

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