Totally beautiful morning here too! Clearest blue skies… I'm out back drilling holes into my little blocks of wood for new mini artworks….smell of burnt sawdust…goggles and dustmask….birdsong.:) When my hand started to hurt I took a break with my coffee and just sat on the deck looking up at the trees….so lovely. Finally cracked open my book ‘Suburban Safari’ in Celebration/reminder of this and all the details around me…read a bit…looked around a bit….staring contest with an orange and white cat….Bunnito the Bunny darting across the yard. Being out on the deck looking out at the backyard I think that this COULD be home…. The yard is just right, my favorite part of being here….tranquil…a little oasis….private surrounded by trees…little barnshed….quiet...a place I can return to peace easily. Just wish there was a safe way to walk to my magicbay and I wasn't on the other side of that darned highway.
When I was a kid I used to find myself gazing out of the window and looking at the trees, spacing out to how the branches and leaves moved in the wind. It was very calming. But I tried to discipline myself against that, because the teacher would criticize kids if she caught them doing that.
I found it interesting that people called that "day-dreaming." I wasn't having any fantasies at all. I was just sorta staring and blanking out, letting a feeling wash over me.
When I do that now, thoughts and worries intrude in. I think kids are naturally zen-like.
There was a class on Zen at Loyola University taught by this half-Japanese Jesuit. He talked about the thwapping, he said it wasn't sadistic or painful.
They hit you lightly, just so that it'd jar you, not give you pain. Of course, I guess it differed from zendo to zendo.
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I found it interesting that people called that "day-dreaming." I wasn't having any fantasies at all. I was just sorta staring and blanking out, letting a feeling wash over me.
When I do that now, thoughts and worries intrude in. I think kids are naturally zen-like.
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I know..I know...there should be another way...
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They hit you lightly, just so that it'd jar you, not give you pain. Of course, I guess it differed from zendo to zendo.
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