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Attachments and Detachments

Here are two enlightenment beings, pictured here with flower garlands to celebrate their first visit here after lockdown, May 18th 2021.  Anne is on the left and Julie, her friend, on the right. This week we said our final fond farewells to Anne while her cremated remains were scattered here at Throssel. Her daughter and partner, as well as Anne’s husband and his brother, were there. A number of others who knew Anne attended, Julie included.

Love you Anne, gone from our sight but not gone from this place, your spiritual home. Not gone from our hearts, either. Is that an expression of attachment? Possibly. It would be odd if one didn’t become attached over time, that’s attached to just about anything. Anne has been returning to her spiritual home for many years. Can one become unhelpfully attached to places, too?  Possibly. Attached to one’s teachers and mentors? Possibly. To students…the list is endless, if one chooses to make a list. Let’s not.

I gave a tour of the monastery the other day. Saying farewell, the woman pointed out her car, “I’m not materialistic” she said “however I’m attached to my car”. If I’d been quicker, I’d have responded “of course you are attached, how would you find it in a car park if you weren’t”! I could have said, Attachments and detachments flow together throughout one’s entire life. 

Enlightenment Beings
Be that

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A photograph of the actual Devon Splits referenced in the last post have been added to it. And because they look so tasty, here they are again…

All in the recovery

Devon Splits, AKA Cornish Splits. Take your choice!

The other day, I made some sweet rolls using dry yeast, which comes in granulated form. Halfway through kneading a huge mound of dough, I developed a growing sense of unease. This doesn’t feel right, I thought, and sure enough, it was not right!

There is a moment isn’t there when you realise you’ve made a mistake; spilt something, crashed, fallen over, fallen for a scam, taken a wrong turning, not activated yeast before adding to dough mix! When you can lose it. Perhaps you do.

In my case, I’d not done the right thing by those yeast granules! I could have let the entire world know, but I didn’t, that could have been shame or there just wasn’t the time to make a fuss.

Later in that morning I told one of the kitchen staff, adding (probably with pride): “Everything is retrievable, including one’s composure!” Her hearty, knowing laugh made my morning.

Devon Splits anybody?

Origami Ghost

This splendid folded ghost came in the post the other day. Folding is an art and for some, a passion. A lifelong dedication to this three-dimensional art which goes past art in application.

Think of stents in arteries, saving lives? Think of the James Webb Space Telescope, in space, doing what is does. And before it could start operating as a telescope, the massive sun shield had to unfold. An unbelievable complex origami application.

Skill and dedication come in many forms, for example, folding one’s limbs in preparation to sit still in meditation.

The Golden Wind…

Here is a follow on from yesterday’s post, Gone to Glory. Arnie from Vancouver Island, Canada left a long comment which is a perfect follow on to yesterday’s post. So here is the comment reposted, as a post. Thanks, Arnie you are a gem and I know you write from experience. Vis, The fateful crisis has given their life a decisive turn, a decisive breakthrough to experiencing an altered reality….”

Thank you so much, R.M. Mugo for your beautiful writing about a precious moment at the death of R.M. Jiyu!

I am reminded by my teacher, Willigis Jager and his comment on the Chinese Chan Master Yunmen (Jap. Ummon) using the metaphor of the Golden Wind):

” A monk asked Zen Master Unmon, “What if the tree will wither, and the leaves fall?” The Master replied, “Perfect manifestation of the Golden Wind!”

The Golden Wind means the winds of Autumn, but here it means much more. Two older monks sitting together ask each other, “What is the nature of reality now, when we are getting old?” The answer? Reality is “a manifestation of the Golden Wind”.

ZEN Master Unmon supplemented this statement with, “Even though I am old, sick, infirm and suffering, every day is a good day.”

Willigis Jager: Nothing manifests in our lives for which this timeless original wisdom does not hold true. This is often not easy to accept, but again and again, people confess that they have experienced what they had considered to be disasters in their lives, and again and again they are now grateful for what happened to them. The fateful crisis has given their life a decisive turn, a decisive breakthrough to experiencing an altered reality….”

And here is a ‘little something’, left as a comment originally:

West wind rising
Yellow leaf
On the brink

Mike Adams