Stability – Balance

Seems it’s a time when people I know, being in extremity. Being in hospital. Proving that meditation and devotion, to practice, over years and years, under the belt, means stability. Stability at a time when keeping in balance helps on so, very many, levels. Balance is good at any time of the day, or night.

Middle of the night?
Can’t sleep?
Write a poem,
write a song.
Send it on.

Have a good night.
Bows,
Mugo

From an email sent this evening. Having a mobile phone while in hospital is a live-line to the outside world which can be a real uplift. Hospital’s tough at any time of the day, or night.

Where Is Home?

Yesterday I broke a mug by accident while washing it. The handle touched against a tap and click it detached from the body of the mug. Sad thing really. I’d taken to the mug and mostly always used that one. It was a Queens Coronation memorial mug. Pleasing shape and well yes, a tiny bit kitsch and enjoyed in a tongue in cheek kinda way. All the better for the smile. And all former cherished mugs, and their inevitable deaths, ran through my mind as I retrieved the severed part. Now, determined to keep on using it though in the end the lack of handle will mean I won’t.

Years ago in the kitchen at Shasta, and I remember it like yesterday, I said cheerily to one of our European monks Home is where your mug is. Acknowledging the mug culture within the monastery. At community tea we would all collect our respective mugs, fill with a hot beverage and sip and talk and enjoy. (note: I was in the US and they say beverage. I never use the term normally) Anyway the monk, puzzled, asked What is this mug-is? Well he might ask! Mug-is is as close as one gets to home while living communally. At least true in the early years of monastic training.

Attachments and the cutting of attachments is a much misunderstood teaching in Buddhism. As is the sister or twin of attachment, craving. Pali Tanha – which translates as thirst. If I really thought my home, being comfort and security, resided in my current pet mug I’d be in serious trouble spiritually. And yet, and yet the passing away of the Queen mug is not nothing. There is loss. There is feeling just as when anything or anybody we are attached to, goes away. Effectively dies. So what are we actually saying when we talk about cutting attachments, or that maddening phrase let go! Well, here is good article from BuddhaNet Three Kinds of Desire (thirsting) which certainly sheds light on the breadth of the term tanha. And in the closing paragraph of the above mentioned article comes this:

But we need not continue to suffer. We are not just hopeless victims of desire. We can allow desire to be the way it is and so begin to let go of it. Desire has power over us and deludes us only as long as we grasp it, believe in it and react to it.

This is a subject well worth looking into some more and in the mean time I’ll fill up my metal thermal mug with a hot drink! What on earth I’ll do with myself when that goes west/gets lost I don’t know. It has traveled with me, world wide, for well over a year.

Warm Water

Did you ever stop
to appreciate
warm water
across your hands?

When life’s
testing every
bit of you warm
water’s the balm.

A woman confided
with glee (to me)
I had a bath
I washed my feet!

So basic
so very simple
the soothing balm
of water warmed.

For a friend and anybody who would appreciate warm water. But there isn’t any.

Hospice

They offered me a mug of Sweet Potato and Squash soup and to top that off, pudding and custard…in a really warm bowl. That’s hospice, they look after visitors as well as the patients they’re visiting. We should be proud of our hospice service in Britain it’s highly regarded, world wide. I know of one doctor in charge of a hospice in California who came here years ago to learn all he could about what we do. He then went back to build a hospice system, in-patients and out-patients, which has in turn become a model for new services around the country. And what a humble man he is too.

That’s it really. The gentle humility one encounters in such places. Genuine care and attention to detail. People come, come in for awhile, and then go home again. They follow through on a treatment plan

Retreating

Devout Buddhist are ‘on retreat’. Traditionally December 8th marks the time of the Buddhas Enlightenment and the seven days leading up to that time are spent in intensive meditation or sesshin. In Japanese Buddhism the retreat is called Rohatsu, which translates as the 8th day of the 12th month.

This quote caught my eye as I thumbed through next years diary. Perhaps because I am retreating in another direction. Meaning that this is not a time of formal retreat yet there is a growing sense of turning within as the temperature drops and the light fades.

We are not retreating – we are advancing in another direction!

Douglas Macarthur

Advancing in another direction? That suits rather well since while life has a direction, a flow if you like, each advances in a unique fashion. Water doesn’t struggle or strive, nor should we.

Internet connections have been a bit unreliable. Snow on the hills, snow in the valleys. But nothing too serious as yet.