Posted by: Michael | 05/15/2017

Ingratitude

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44 When all the good I have done turns out badly,
It is the weapon of destructive karma returning upon me
For repaying others’ kindness with ingratitude;
From now on I will respectfully repay others’ kindness.

I’m learning a lot about gratitude, concern and kamma thanks to my marriage. One of the things that has consistently come up in our counseling sessions and discussions is the fact that I have acted insensitively in the past. I have forgotten Valentine’s Days and other occasions outright or have not made an effort that my wife thought was commensurate with the occasion. I like to think that I have been better at this in the past few years but that is a point of contention.

As a result, I made sure to make a big deal out if mother’s day this year. Flowers and chocolates were delivered. I had the kids make cards and gifts. I made breakfast and dinner and kept the kids out of her way all day. And her lack of response, her grudging acceptance really hurt. No hug. No kiss. Just a perfunctory thanks.

In that moment I wasn’t sure what to do so I had to take a minute to clear my head but I soon realized a few things:

  1. This is the result of all of my insensitivity in this and past lives. This is my kamma.
  2. Generosity and acts of care shouldn’t be about receiving thanks, they are sufficient on their own when done well.
  3. My wife is giving me the gift of patience and forbearance and the opportunity to approach the suffering with wisdom.

So, rather than being resentful and determining never to make an occasion out of mother’s day and days like it again, I will take this as a deep lesson about dana parami.

Posted by: Michael | 05/14/2017

Mothers

At Savatthi. There the Blessed One said: “From an inconstruable beginning comes transmigration. A beginning point is not evident, though beings hindered by ignorance and fettered by craving are transmigrating & wandering on. A being who has not been your mother at one time in the past is not easy to find… A being who has not been your father… your brother… your sister… your son… your daughter at one time in the past is not easy to find.
“Why is that? From an inconstruable beginning comes transmigration. A beginning point is not evident, though beings hindered by ignorance and fettered by craving are transmigrating & wandering on. Long have you thus experienced stress, experienced pain, experienced loss, swelling the cemeteries — enough to become disenchanted with all fabricated things, enough to become dispassionate, enough to be released.”

Posted by: Michael | 05/11/2017

Making a Farce of My Practice

I resolve today not to make a farce of my practice any longer. I resolve today not to allow my mind to play with baubles oh resentment, no matter how small our seemingly insignificant they may be. I resolve to make the practice of loving-kindness, compassion, sympathetic joy and equanimity my main focus until I root out hatred or until I find myself freed of my familial obligations. 

If I’m unable to treat my own children with kindness, my understanding is limited and my practice is weak. By reflecting on death may I not take my opportunities for granted. By reflecting on aging, may I do my best to show love to all while I can before the years ruin my sight and rob me of my mind. By reflecting on sickness, may I take no one for granted. 

Posted by: Michael | 05/09/2017

Real Power

399. He who without resentment endures abuse, beating and punishment; whose power, real might, is patience — him do I call a holy man.

Posted by: Michael | 05/08/2017

Everything Can Go Wrong

Despite the title, I want to let everyone know that I’m fine. With that out of the way, it seems to me that disasters, both large and small, have a way of replicating and reverberating throughout one’s life. At the moment I’m pondering the environmental crisis facing humanity I can and, often am, simultaneously enduring a painful stomach ache, the misbehavior of my kids and my wife’s vocal displeasure with whatever I’ve done in the last ten minutes. No, everything except the first is not much of a tragedy but it is interesting how dukkha pervades every level and regime of existence. It’s easy to imagine how much worse it would be with the death or sickness of a child or partner.

What is the point of my writing this? Maybe to share the realization that there is no refuge here. That our time to practice well is short and getting shorter by the day. May we practice in sickness and health. May we practice when we are sleepy and well rested. May we practice to the best of our ability. 

Posted by: Michael | 05/05/2017

Holding Pattern

My wife and I have no entered a holding pattern. I, seemingly, can do nothing right and she is always angry with everything I do. I have tried a number of things but it is at the point where the change can’t come from me. It is at the point where I don’t think it will change. 

And so, I try to hold my tongue. When I suggest that she could meet me after I go to pick up the kids so I can get some work done it’s met with insults. I’m thoughtless. I’m cruel. I’m an ass. So, I suck it up and do it. 

I’m resentful of course but at the very least I can control my mouth and avoid harsh speech. Life is short and to throw away the opportunity to do good by allowing anger to despoil my mind seems like the ultimate folly. May my wife be free of suffering. May she be free of anger. May I never marry again in this or future lives. 

Posted by: Michael | 05/05/2017

Unbearable Boredom

After listening to Yuttadhammo Bhikkhu a lot during the past few days, I’ve come to the conclusion that his style of noting practice may be more suited to cultivating clarity than the buddho repetition I have been doing. I realize too that I have failed here before stinky due to boredom: dryly following the breath or the footsteps can seem unbearably boring but I do know it is grounding. What’s more, I am at least present to my experience and don’t have that light-headed feeling I get when I’m walking and rain summering on my phone.

Yes,  there is suffering here in waddling and in unerring the myriad mundane actions of a day but that has to be seen and undid if I want to be free of it. 

Posted by: Michael | 05/03/2017

Happy Uposatha 

It’s an uposatha day and, in so many ways, I don’t feel up to it. I feel I haven’t slept well, I’m hungry. My wife and I had our daily disagreement and I generally offell out  sorts. And yet…

I’m healthy and living in a country not yet ravaged by war. I’m able to take time to practice the Dhamma. My job gives me enough money to support my family and give dana. Frankly, there’s no good reason to believe Mara’s lies. 

Today I’ll observe the uposatha and dedicate the merit to those who have passed. Sabbe satta sabba dukkha pamuccantu. 

Posted by: Michael | 05/02/2017

The Body

This morning, during my formal sit, I spent the last ten minutes contemplating the body parts. I began running through the list in the traditional order but at a certain point I became interested in the internal organs. The familiar feeling of sight revulsion and nausea arise as I imagined my innards sitting atop one another. I saw my moist and flaccid liver sitting astride my diaphragm. The heart ensconced between the lungs. Spleen and kidneys, colon and small intestines. I imagined the journey of a bolus of food down the esophagus into the stomach, through the intestines and out of the anus. I got the server that we truly are bags of filth with two puckered openings at either side. Almost as if we are glorified earthworms. 

In that moment there was a piecing clarity, a disgust that world preclude sexual attraction. But delusion and craving don’t give up easily and I’m pulled about again by desire for forms this morning as I make my way through the streets to work. 

May I see clearly the truth of samsara and may I never again fall prey to sexual desire in this and future lives. 

Posted by: Michael | 05/01/2017

Aditthana: Acting Out of Anger

I make the determination not to act in anger no matter the cause. 

May I recall that nothing is worth the consequences of an kamma made in anger. 

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