I’ve been thinking…

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Houston, I think we have a problem.

Imagine a human standing in front of you asking you a question.  It is not the easiest question for you to answer.  In fact, you would rather turn, run in the opposite direction and dive into a hole filled with fat,slimy earthworms than answer the question.  But this person is in front of you. Face to face.  Eye to eye.  Nose to nose.  So you dig down deep inside of you and you find the courage to answer the question to the best of your ability.  Phew. That was hard, but you did it, and it may not have been the perfect answer, but you faced the question and you did not run away. I say good for you.

Texting.  It’s a bit crazy to me how this technology has severely wounded the sensitivity and even common sensical part of human nature: we speak. we listen. we respond.

Curiously, with a cellular device in our hand we transcend humanity and become the all-powerful, fearless immortal.  We kick aside three of the four Buddhist virtues: compassion, empathetic joy, and loving-kindness. Suddenly, a person writes things that they would never say in person or they avoid completely questions that they do not want to answer.As far as practicing non-reaction?  You just  hit that send button and shoot of something that has the power to ruin someone’s day.  You don’t have to look at that person and see the damage your writing may have done. Worst even, maybe you don’t even care.

I like human voices.  I like to see smiles and hear laughter. One of the things that I deepened my understanding in through yoga is the power of touch. Humans!  We need to work on this.  We need to teach others to do this.  I believe it will increase happiness in ourselves, our homes, our communities, and maybe even someday in the world.

Remember this.  Those great memories that you have were not from reading a screen, they were made from hearing words or doing things with others, or maybe with the help and support of others.  People give hope to one another with the power of eye to eye contact, and the intonation of our voices.

Lifting each other up, cheering each other on…are not products of technology. Let’s be mindful with our writing.

I was just thinking about that.

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Tree.

It’s weird.

For 18 years, 11 months, 24 days, 13 hours, and 51 minutes I have known that he would be home soon.  Maybe in a day or so; maybe a week.  Whatever it was he would be here soon enough.  Well, something just changed, and it’s good change, and I welcome change.  Today, however,  in seat 5B flying over Cheyenne, CO en route home from Los Angeles to Boston,  I thought to myself: “Wow.  They were right.  That was fast.”

College.  He is not coming home for a long time.

Why Tree pose then?

Your foot stays rooted in the ground, and you find your balance as your breathe and reach your arms to the sky in growth.  Sure, your body may sway a bit like the branches do in the wind.  As you keep smooth and steady breath, you allow for those movements through the spaces you have created around you.

On top of the bluff, I see the expanse of Los Angeles in front of me.  I am confident that this young man who came into this world through me is ready to journey on; to fulfill the dreams he has created for himself.

And so then, to my son…

May you at first be still and root yourself into the new ground that you walk upon.  May every inhale bring you peace, and every exhale send your kindness and compassion out into the world.  May you find balance in your new life as you grow your own branches with a quiet, confident, open mind.  May your branches sway when winds of change arrive, and when you lose your balance, may you get back up and stand strong once again.  May you realize the power of standing tall and proud, and may you’re heart always be open and shining toward whatever lies ahead.

Love, Mom

 

L.A…Be good to my buddy

L.A…Be good to my buddy

 

A goodie.

17 years ago at this very moment I was about to be blessed with my first child.   The first time we looked at each other is an image forever imprinted in my memory.  On his belly, he looked up at me with big round eyes, barely able to focus, and his tiny fists clenched and ready to roll.  My first words? “Oh my God, Greg!  He’s cute!”  I did not know what to expect, especially the wonder that the last 17 years have brought.  I love you buddy.

Sunrise, Sunset

Is this the little girl I carried?

Is this the little boy at play?

I don’t remember growing older.

When did they?

When did she get to be a beauty?

When did he grow to be so tall?

Wasn’t it yesterday when they were small?

Sunrise, sunset

Sunrise, sunset,

Swiftly flow the days;

Seedling turn overnight to sunflowers,

Blossoming even as we gaze.

Sunrise, Sunset,

Sunrise, sunset,

swiftly fly the years;

One season following another,

Laden with happiness and tears.

~lyrics and music by Sheldon Harnick and Jerry Bock (Abridged version)

from The Daily Word, on the day he was born.  “We are welcomed with open arms and released with love.”