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Home is?

A friend said recently that she didn’t know where home is anymore. And I can completely understand having recently packed up and stored everything that represents ‘home’. Pots and pans, altar items, books and spare clothing. Not to mention my walking boots and sundry other items. Bedding.

My instant response to my friend comment was ‘home is where your heart is’. I said nothing and have been sitting with the question of what and where that is has been with me ever since.

But my plane is taxiing….more later.

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Well of Suffering, Joy in Living- Video

Although this video is not directly pointing to the recent horrific events in the world however what’s behind it is a wish or intention to offer spiritual merit into the deep well of suffering that we all have been witness to. And are part of.

Traveling (air, land and water), walking, being on pilgrimage is considered to be a merit generating activity. Not in themselves of course. Its the attitude of mind which is open and embracing and generous that makes the difference. Hearts cannot be other than pouring out into the deep well of suffering all around.

Yesterday while walking along Striding Edge towards Helvellyn, the third highest mountain in England, my trusty monastic walking companion took some impromptu video. When he has edited the material down to a decent length I’ll post it. Scrambling along the Edge looks more scary than it actually was although, that said, there were ‘moments’! One can walk along the spine of the ridge which is a bit of a balancing act however for the most part I took the path to one side.

While taking my time, feeling no pressure to rush or be rushed, I found myself deriving great pleasure and along with that gratitude for the rocks as I placed my hands on them. And carefully placed my foot. Feeling the shape, the surface the temperature with my hands and feet finding their surfaces rough, smooth is a joyfulled matter.  As is washing pots and pans or walking across carpet bare foot.

Scrambling along I thought I would share my thoughts with others  using video. Not so much the physicality but more the gratitude that comes from simply being alive. Further to this: to be in a position where the support, of rocks and earth is so full of meaning. Life saving actually, because when up in precarious circumstances (nothing too very precarious by the way) in the high mountains a loss of awareness can have very serious consequences.

So too when walking along city streets. Or going about ones business indoors.

These past weeks have been heart breaking haven’t they. Its been a time of reflection and of offering merit. This post is for all those who have died, are suffering still and have had their lives pulled apart.

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Dignity – Antidote to Terror

I’m on the train to London and tomorrow, onwards to Reading. My thoughts are very much with ALL those caught up in the recent attacks in Manchester and London. And all around the world. Compassion like rain falls equally.

To every thing there is a season, and a time to every purpose under the heaven:

A time to be born, and a time to die; a time to plant, and a time to pluck up that which is planted;

A time to kill, and a time to heal; a time to break down, and a time to build up;

A time to weep, and a time to laugh; a time to mourn, and a time to dance;

A time to cast away stones, and a time to gather stones together; a time to embrace, and a time to refrain from embracing;

A time to get, and a time to lose; a time to keep, and a time to cast away;

A time to rend, and a time to sew; a time to keep silence, and a time to speak;

A time to love, and a time to hate; a time of war, and a time of peace.

Ecclesiastes 3 (1-8)(KJV)

Thanks to my very long standing friend for the link on Facebook. My FB name is hounmugo

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For The Angry and Grieving

Thinking of all those caught up in the event in Manchester last night. For all those who died, those injured and others who face death.

For the angry and the grieving.

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Reflecting on Awareness in the Valley

There is the constant sound of water from a stream flowing just beside the place I’m staying. Gradually the sound fades into the background of awareness. Yes, aware still, however now the whole sound-scape opens up.

Now so focused on writing this the whole scape has faded even more. Just as would be normal. Now a monk comes and talks about the schedule for the week. Marvelously I remember to deliberately expand my awareness to the wider sphere (including the space behind me) while remaining aware of the audio/visual coming at me. Humans pull on exclusive attention like nothing else. Because?

Thinking now. Because there is a tacit expectation to interact? Even if nonverbal. Anyway, interesting to reflect on awareness. Could be the theme of the week.

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