Posted by: Michael | 11/22/2014

Practicing in the Storm

Perhaps it’s the normal ebb and flow of life or maybe something more i afoot but I am continually finding myself in conflict with my spouse. More often than not, this manifests as her voicing her displeasure with most everything I do (a common pattern I hear in marriages) so there’s nothing particularly unique or extraordinary about  it. Still, I find it completely knocks me off balance and, unless I redress the situation internally by means of meditation or quiet reflection, it can have a horrifying impact on my mood and behavior for the rest of the day.

As I said, I’m not completely sure of the reason(s) for the increase in conflict although I do know my tolerance for it has substantially lessened of late and I am noticing that I more quickly incline towards annoyance and irritation both at home and at work. During an argument this morning with my wife wherein I suggested that she get up earlier with me on days when we have a dozen things too do before the kids can be shuttled off to their various activities she took issue with my needing to meditate as part of my preparation for the day ahead. Normally I meditate before anyone is awake precisely to avoid this kind of attack but I stod my ground and stated that meditating helps me to avoid being reactive in situations just such as the one we found ourselves in.

And yet, I had always found it impossible to reconcile the cool, calm collectedness of mind I presumed was necessary to make mediation possible with the heat and chaos created by familial discord. So, as I articulated the fact that meditation is what helps me, helps allof us to remain kind and clear during hardship I realized that I had a duty to cultivate a loving and forgiving heart especially in those times when hatred and discord prevail. Granted, I will need to wait for the right opportunity to begin meditating on forgiveness or anatta or whatever seems to be the best way to affront the situation but I don’t and cannot just wait for the waves to calm before meditating.

 

Posted by: Michael | 11/20/2014

Resentment

This morning would have been no different than any other except for the way I reacted to my wife’s litany of complaints and criticisms about the way I handled the morning routine for my son. Regardless of whether I did right, wrong or in between my own defilements found plenty to feed on and engorged themselves.

Suffice it to say that I left the house quietly seething with animosity towards my wife and am yet ambivalent about it. I seem to want to remain angry and estranged from her and continue to silently change her words of reproach and disdain until I half believe I am a bad and unloving father. As I said, though, my worth as a father is another (though important) issue my job now is to bring compassion and wisdom to the situation so that I can continue to chip away at this mountain of suffering.

Posted by: Michael | 11/20/2014

Blame and Praise

323. Both now and in the past
It has always been thus, O Atula!
They blame those who are silent,
They blame those who speak much,
And they blame those who speak in moderation.
There is no one who is not blamed.

There never was,
There never will be,
Nor is there now
A person who is wholly blamed or praised.

Dhammapada 227-229

Posted by: Michael | 11/17/2014

Reflecting on One’s Goodness

A crazy morning that involved a 7am doctor’s appointment for the kids in the upper East Side and then down through Manhattan into Brooklyn to drop them of art their respective schools. Harrowing? Slightly. And yet I find myself feeling almost period of myself for being able to pull it off without any breakdowns or catastrophes. At the same time that I am feeling good about myself, however, I am also aware of this dirty, little feeling that I shouldn’t be paying myself at all for such a necessary and routine part of existence. And it occurs to: with so clear a choice between a helpful, kind fabrication and one that will lead only to further criticism and resentment, which is the wise choice?

Posted by: Michael | 11/16/2014

Lotus Like Tathagata

320. The Tathagata lives free, detached and released from the body, feelings, perception, mental constructs, consciousness, rebirth, decay, death and the passions. Just as a blue, red or white lotus, born in water, grown up in water, on reaching the surface rests there untouched by water, even so the Tathagata, being free, detached and released from these things, lives with a mind whose barriers are broken down.

Anguttara Nikaya V.151

Posted by: Michael | 11/14/2014

Five Limbs of Striving

318. There are these five limbs of striving. What five? One has faith in the enlightenment of the Buddha. One has health and well-being, a good digestion, not over-hot or over-cool, but even and suitable for striving. One is not deceitful or dishonest, but reveals oneself to the Teacher or one’s followers in the holy life as one really is. One lives striving hard to give up evil things and to develop the good, staunch and strong in effort, not shirking the burden of Dhamma. One has wisdom into the way of the rise and fall of things with noble perception into the complete overcoming of suffering.

Anguttara Nikaya III.64

Posted by: Michael | 11/14/2014

Five Limbs of Striving

318. There are these five limbs of striving. What five? One has faith in the enlightenment of the Buddha. One has health and well-being, a good digestion, not over-hot or over-cool, but even and suitable for striving. One is not deceitful or dishonest, but reveals oneself to the Teacher or one’s followers in the holy life as one really is. One lives striving hard to give up evil things and to develop the good, staunch and strong in effort, not shirking the burden of Dhamma. One has wisdom into the way of the rise and fall of things with noble perception into the complete overcoming of suffering.

Anguttara Nikaya III.64

Posted by: Michael | 11/13/2014

An Ancient Path

316. It is just as if a man travelling in a forest should come across an ancient road, an ancient path, traversed by men in former times, and proceeding along it, should come to an ancient city, an old royal citadel lived in by men in former times, with parks and groves, water tanks and walls – a truly delightful place. Then, suppose that this man should tell of his discovery to the king or a royal minister, saying: “Sire, you should know that I have discovered an ancient city. Restore that place.”
Then, suppose that ancient city was restored, so that it became prosperous, flourishing, populous and was filled with folk, and it grew and expanded. In the same way, I have seen an ancient road, an ancient path, traversed by the fully enlightened Buddhas of former times. And what is that path? It is the Noble Eightfold Path.

Samyutta Nikaya II.105

Posted by: Michael | 11/11/2014

Not Quite Boundless Generosity

There is an older homeless gentleman in my neighborhood whom I constantly run into and to whom I have given money and bought good on more than a few occasions. In fact I just bought him dinner last week and I ran him to him again last night and ended up giving him a dollar. What is strange is that I found myself thinking of him and looking for someone to buy food for as I walked home but, when I actually did run into him, I almost felt as if I didn’t want to give to him. As if, somehow, he had already been given all he was due and more it was someone else’s turn to receive my generosity. Strange when it’s articulated like that isn’t it?

So, what to do and what to make of the situation? Obviously, my stinginess is groundless so not giving is our of the question and trying to calculate my giving so I’m “all out” before I have a chance to see him in his usual spot just seems cold and wrong. No, it seems to me that the best choice is to honor his humanity and actually try relate as an equal, as a brother in birth, aging, sickness and death in order to transmute the dross of simple, material generosity into the elixir of true loving-kindness and concern.

Posted by: Michael | 11/08/2014

Islands of Clarity

In the last few weeks I have begun to see formal practice as my lifeline in an increasingly hectic and stressful life. Interestingly I am coming to view those moments I have to sit down and practice any type of meditation as islands of clarity that allow me to reaffirm my intentions and see through the myriad worries, anxieties and preoccupations that so easily swamp me. As a result, I cate less about the time of each sit and more about simply using it to realign myself with my deeper purpose: cultivation a heart of loving kindness and forging the path to liberation.

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