Red Cedar
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Post #3231: No Self isn’t No Identity
In the last year or so, I’ve been troubled by some of what I’ve been hearing from the corners of North American Buddhist and meditation circles with regards to social justice and identification to a racial or social group. Most recently, a popular secular… Continue Reading “Post #3231: No Self isn’t No Identity”
Post # 3230: Many projects, little sleep
This morning I scared a racoon in the garden as I left the tiny zendo after-meditation. I wish I could have gotten a picture of it scampering away because it was undoubtedly the fattest raccoon I have ever seen. Compared to when we lived… Continue Reading “Post # 3230: Many projects, little sleep”
Post #3228: Letting things go
I’ve been having a lot of mask-related dreams in the last few weeks where I am in a public space and either I am not wearing a mask and everyone else is, or I am wearing a mask and everyone else is not. At… Continue Reading “Post #3228: Letting things go”
Post #3227: Good Friday
I have spent this Good Friday in the car, on a ferry, travelling to Parksville and back for a thyroid ultrasound. This is a hangover of a cancer scare from many years ago. There was and is no cancer but we like to check… Continue Reading “Post #3227: Good Friday”
Post #3226: (Literally) Limping Through the Week
One of my neighbours has poems and artwork painted on her fence panels. The image/poem above seemed particularly appropriate to me this week – the growth and ebb of life’s events – always coming forward, always receding and so on. This week has been… Continue Reading “Post #3226: (Literally) Limping Through the Week”
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