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Shame (and Pride) On Me

September 9, 2012 By Piyadassi | 4 Comments

Almost immediately I slipped into shame over what I had said. What would my friend think of me now that those words had escaped into the bright light of truth?

Filed Under: Death and dying // Tagged: Buddhism, cat lover, death, fetters, forgiveness, humility, jane hirshfield, pride and prejudice, pride and shame, salman rushdie, shame on me, victimhood

Homage to a Noble Cat

August 21, 2012 By Piyadassi | 16 Comments

Yesterday evening as the sun was tipping its brilliant countenance towards the horizon, my dear cat, Clause, died in the warm embrace of my bedroom in the care of someone who was not me.

Filed Under: Death and dying, Impermanence // Tagged: cat lover, death, dying, grief, Impermanence, loss of a pet, Mary Oliver

Death is a Pisces

June 17, 2012 By Piyadassi | 8 Comments

I think about death. Not a lot, but enough to know how it takes its coffee (dark roast, black) and that it’s a Pisces.

Filed Under: Cats, Death and dying, Impermanence // Tagged: cat lover, cat mom, Christopher Smart, death, dying, end of life, feline leukemia, Life As a Human, stages of renal failure

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Awash

Awash. That word resonates for me in such a profound way, especially in these times of the pandemic.

The Abyss

Come to the edge.We might fall.Come to the edge.It’s too high!COME TO THE EDGE!And they came,and he pushed,and they flew. ~~Christopher Logue It’s been nearly five years now since I left the world. I still recall the look on my friends’ and co-worker’s faces when I told them that I was heading off to […]

Night and Day

There was a moment last year as twilight bloomed across the sky, when I glanced out the windows of our vihara and noticed a marvelous play of light and dark in the nearby aspen grove. The ebony shadows of the forest pressed themselves against the brilliant etched whiteness of the aspens. Night existing next to day. Separate, yet so close.

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