Notes on a Buddhist path

Nothing, thank you

October 28, 2012 By | Leave a Comment

In the midst of all my thoughts I stopped the petitions to the future and reminded myself of the delicious presence surrounding me. For the briefest of milliseconds I was in the arms of nothing.

Ground Control

October 21, 2012 By | 5 Comments

It’s funny how clear and mindful one can be when illness is a thought playing in your head vs. the sensory experience of snot dripping from your nose, your head feeling like a Zeppelin, and your body aching so much from relentless fits of hacking that you’re sure you’ve just coughed up a portion of your lung into the toilet.

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.

Falling

October 31, 2011 By | 4 Comments

Autumn is my most favourite time of year. There’s an anticipation of winter’s chill that whispers its touch against your ears for a fleeting moment and the satisfying exhale of harvest time with all its fruits and bountiful successes.

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