Archive for November, 2010

Yes, you

Thursday, November 25th, 2010

This morning I took a look at my list of friends, family and acquaintances and reflected on how grateful I am for each one of you in my life. You will find some of those reflections below.

Read it slowly, with full intent, if you will. I wrote these reflections about you.

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I am grateful to you because you’re funny and unassuming. You’re so adaptable and often in good spirits. You’re tender, vulnerable, sophisticated. You love your family dearly.

I’m grateful to you because you’re original, bold, experimental, sensitive and extremely amusing. You are innocent and beautiful and fragile, and smart. You’re so classy and attractive and grounded in spirit and in the strength of your family. I’m grateful to you because you’re intense and don’t give up, because you strive to understand the world we live in. I have so liked it when we have had the chance to share from the heart, learn from each other, listen to each other, spend time together.

I’m grateful for your open heart, your determination to keep living amidst adversities, your depth of character, your intelligence. Many of the things I’ve learned from you have sustained me on the rainy days of this life, and kept me warm and smiling, on the inside, even as a I felt soaked to the skin. Have you any idea how much you have meant to me?

I think about you and admiration is what I feel.

Thank you.
abrazo

Turnaround

Friday, November 12th, 2010

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Luc: Why do you see a psychiatrist?

Anna: He needs me. I’m his only patient.

-From: Intimate Strangers, 2004.

Laws of Attraction

Thursday, November 11th, 2010

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1. If you want to know what you’re attracted to, notice what you keep going back to.

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2. If you want to know what’s attracted to you, notice what keeps coming back to you.

Shazam!

Monday, November 8th, 2010

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The only superpower is the power of observation.

Days run into weeks, weeks into months

Sunday, November 7th, 2010

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Near the place where Zen Master Hakuin lived there happened to be a food store. The owner of the food store had a beautiful unmarried daughter. One day she was found with child. Her parents flew into a rage. They wanted to know the father, but she would not give them the name. After repeated scolding and harassment, she gave up and told them it was the Zen Master. When the child was born they ran to the Zen Master, scolding him with foul tongue, and they left the infant with him. They said to him: “Take care of this child as you’re the father.” The Zen Master said, “Is that so”. That was his only comment.

He accepted the child. He started nourishing and taking care of the child. By this time his reputation had come to an end, and he was an object of mockery. Days ran into weeks, weeks into months and months into years. But there is something called conscience in our human life, and the young girl was tortured by her conscience. She finally disclosed to her parents the name of the child’s real father, a man who worked in a fish market. The parents again flew into a rage. At the same time, sorrow and humiliation tortured the household. They came running to the spiritual Master, begged his pardon, narrated the whole story and then took the child back as they said to him: “You don’t need to take care of this child anymore as you’re not his father.”

His only comment was: “Is that so.”

(Taken, with light editing, from Reps, Paul; Nyogen Senzaki. Zen Flesh, Zen Bones: A Collection of Zen and Pre-Zen Writings)