Posted by: Michael | 05/04/2014

Circling Back

A little less than a week ago (I think) I mentioned that a book by a Tibetan Buddhist had revolutionized my perception of brahmavihara practice and I still feel the same. but, and here’s the caveat, anicca has struck once more and I have found myself experiencing a kind of compassion fatigue. Luckily, this is not my first time around the block and, as the years go by, I feel that I am less and less inclined to be knocked off course by such developments.

Faced with the fact that my karuna practice had gone dry and the truth that my behavior in daily life was a mess (I had been treating my poor family with less love and forebearance than I would have liked) I realized something I had to give. And this is precisely where I am thankful for living in a time where we can virtually connect with dozens of different teachers and teachings with the click of the button.

So it was that I began reading a thread from the Dhammasukha group of which I am a member and I saw Sister Khema’s advice on their approach to forgiveness meditation. Immediately I recognized that it was just this kind of practice that I needed and so I spent about a half hour softening my heart with forgiveness and self-care.

Whereas I formerly saw the change from one technique to another as a kind of petite failure I am beginning to believe that in my lay life this is the only approach that has worked. If I were a monastic or anagarika I could take the time to work with one practice but, with all of the potential for causing harm in my daily life, it seems only sensible to me to put the fires out where they flare up and to strengnthen myself with the brahmaviharas as much as possible.

Posted by: Michael | 05/02/2014

The Purification of Virtues

122. And what is the factor of exertion for the utter purification of virtues? In this case, one is virtuous; he undertakes and practices the precepts. This resolve is called the complete purification of virtue: “I will bring to perfection the purification of virtue if it is incomplete, and if it is complete I will supplement it here and there with wisdom.” This is called the complete purification of virtue. The desire, the effort, the exertion, the endeavour, the persistence, the mindfulness and attention applied to this is called a factor in the complete purification of virtue.

Anguttara Nikaya II.194

Reading this passage this morning brought my struggles to manifest a more harmonious and kusala way of thinking, acting and speaking in my reltionships at home and, to a lesser degree, at work. I have been both tempted to behave in numerous unskillful ways and felt guilty for having even been subject to temptation at all. I know in my head that trying times like this call for compassion but the heart feels dried up and utterly disconnected. My formal practice, at least, provides some solace and I suspect that I simply need to stick to the path lit by the Dhamma and handle myself with care until love and understanding return and bring new life to the parched and barren soil of my heart.

Posted by: Michael | 05/01/2014

Failing Oneself

Yesterday’s post focused primarily on my failings to be as empathetic and present as my partner would have liked and the suffering that it caused. I find myself today at the other extreme with my admission of wrongdoing falling on deaf ears. Frankly I don’t quite know what to do at this point but I am attempting to maintain an even keel and struggling to be mindful of the hurt and suffering that I have been a party to.

I may have failed my friend but I certainly don’t want to compound the problems and deepen the hole I have dug by failing myself. May I accept that which I cannot change with a cool heart and offer myself up in compassion and love where and when the opportunity presents itself. Sabbe satta sabba dukkha pamuccantu.

Posted by: Michael | 04/30/2014

Failing Others

There is a book which has been recommended to me by the psychiatrist David Burns that has truly revolutionized the way I conceive of my role in interpersonal conflicts of the most intimate kinds. Sadly, I can’t remember the exact title but the gist of it is simply that we need to own 100% of the problem and see the truth in every accusation or criticism leveled against us in the course of a disagreement. Of course, I am oversimplifying things here and the good doctor does a much better job of making his points but the idea that we must seek to own one hundred percent of the problems we have in any relationship without seeking to justify, blame or persuade has been lifechanging. It is with this newly gained perspective that I find myself in the position of having disappointed one of my closest friends and seeing it in the light of radical accountability has been a revelatory experience in itself.

Whereas formerly I would have immediately reacted with aversion and cultivated a deep sense of righteous indigmation I can now see that there is truth in evry one of her critiques. I have shown insensitivty. I was inconsiderate and I certainly didn’t do enough to comfort her in her time of need. So, what does that make me? Imperfect and human but for some reason such a response is utterly unsatisfactory. Rather than trying to answer the question of who I am perhaps it is more wise to ask “What can I do now?” and try to let the answers come from a tender heart of love and compassion. Yes, I let her down but what can be done now? Confess, apologize and take my lumps seems to be the right course at present. And if I am wrong again what harm has an apology and foorebearance ever done anyone?

Posted by: Michael | 04/28/2014

What to Do?

How does one keep the breath in mind, keep the practice in mind in the midst of a life chocked full of busyness, desperation and anxiety? What to do when even the cold shadow of Death cannot break through the veil of delusion? What to do when Wisdom abandons you and all that you are left with are the playthings of Mara?

Posted by: Michael | 04/27/2014

So Many Teachings, So Little Time

I think it may have something to do with the subterranean rivers of anxiety that water the roots of my personality but I find myself always trying to devour as much of the Dhamma as I can until I get too full that I sicken myself. After spending over half of my life living this way you think I would have wisened up but my dogged determination to glut myself on the Dhamma until I burn myself out shows no signs of flagging. But, even in this there is a recognition of the blessing of this precious life wherein I have not only met with the Dhamma but have been able to recognize, in some way, its supreme value. And so, despite my as yet unskillful manner of approaching and imbibing the Dhamma I am grateful to have access to so many teachings. Let us not squander this lifetime and our present circumstances for neither will last long and no one can tell just how long the sasana will last in a civilization poised, as it seems to be, on the brink of self-destruction. May we all strive to become as lamps of the Dhamma for ourselves and all beings!

Posted by: Michael | 04/25/2014

True Compassion

115. Now at that time, a certain monk was suffering from dysentery, and lay where he had fallen in his own excrement. The Lord and Ananda were visiting the lodgings and they came to where the sick monk lay, and the Lord asked him: “Monk, what is wrong with you?”
“I have dysentery.”
“Is there no one to look after you?”
“No, Lord.”
“Then why is it that the other monks don’t look after you?”
“It is because I am of no use to them, Lord.”
Then the Lord said to Ananda: “Go and fetch water. We will wash this monk.” So, Ananda brought water and the Lord poured it out while Ananda washed the monk all over. Then taking the monk by the head and feet, the Lord and Ananda together carried him and laid him on a bed. Later, the Lord called the monks together and asked them: “Why, monks, did you not look after that sick monk?”
“Because he was of no use to us, Lord.”
“You have no mother or father to take care of you. If you do not look after each other, who else will? He who would nurse me, let him nurse the sick.”

Vinaya IV.301

Posted by: Michael | 04/24/2014

Breathing through the Eye of the Storm

Having returned home I mistakenly assumed that ithings would both return quickly to their “normal” routine and that the additional practice commitments I had undertaken while on vacation would easily slip into the grooves of working life. Well, I was wrong on both counts.

Since we returned on a red eye from Jamaica nothing has gone according to plan and it has been hard to find a moment to myself. Luckily, the more intensive practice of the preceding week seems to have put me in good stead for the re-entry and its inertia has carried me into longer sits whenever possible. And yet it still struck me as I paced back and forth during my fifteen minutes of walking meditation, that even in the midst of a vertiginous series of occurrences and an unending chain of worries, I was able to find the breath. Solace? May

Posted by: Michael | 04/23/2014

Return

Transitions are always challenging in terms of maintaining my formal practice and this homecoming was no different. We got back to our apartment at 1:30am and I had to be up and out the door for work by 8am. I tried to plan for a formal sit so I woke up around 6:30am but my daughter came looking for breakfast about a half an hour later. So, I pretty much figured practice for the day was shot.

As I made my way through the day I was able to catch a few breaths here and there and to reflect on compassion for the passersby on the trains and sidewalks of my commute. Work passed by in a heedless, sleep-deprived blur and my return commute to pick up the cat from our friend’s apartment seemed to pass as if in a dream. Finally, after making dinner and going through the rites and rituals of bedtime I fell asleep with the kids.

That may have been all had I not woken up to find my wife still away at an appointment but I was fortunate enough to have a strong impulse to sit, if only for ten minutes and feel the breath. After the first sit I felt inspired to sit and reflect on the equality between myself and a person in my life who has been causing me consternation for another ten minutes with surprisingly good results. Funny how the practice works isn’t it.

Posted by: Michael | 04/21/2014

Appreciating One’s Circumstance

Flying home tonight and, as usual, there is the attendant anxiety about flying along with a desire to get back into the thick of it and “fix” all of the problems that have occurred in my absence. I have taken the opportunity to practice more since I have been here and am grateful for that. I am also grateful for having been able to see my children enjoy themselves. And, yet, there is a sense of dissatisfaction and dis-ease that hangs over all of it. How does one avert to contentment and reflect on the preciousness of one’s circumstance in such a situation? How do I begin to be at home in any moment rather than always readying myself to jump to the next branch?

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