grateful for resentment

A FEW DAYS AGO a friend told me about the gratitude journal he'd started keeping. I told him he should start keeping a resentment journal as well. He thought I was kidding. I wasn’t.

in case of emergency

USED TO BE you could turn off the screen on the seat back in front of you. You had to press the dimmer button eight times for the screen to go blank, and, yes, it would re-illuminate with the slightest provocation — when your neighbor would rest her hand on the armrest, for example — but at least you could turn it off for a while.

peaceful habits — the classroom

THE REHAB CENTER where I work (Touchstone) just built a new multi-purpose building — gym, therapist offices, counseling suites, conference rooms, etc. At my suggestion they included a meditation/yoga space in their project plans. I was honored to learn that they named the room after my program — Peaceful Habits.

two slogans

TWO SLOGANS stayed stuck in my mind yesterday. The first slogan: “Obsessing about getting what you want and avoiding what you don't want does not result in happiness.” It’s from Pema Chodron’s compassion box, which includes a book and a stack of cards to use as daily mantras. The second slogan, an advertisement for greasy convenience store pizza:

japanese plums

THE JAPANESE PLUMS were so orange, so ripe, but the lowest branches drooping over the gate had already been picked clean. Only a tantalizing cluster at the tip of a high branch — beyond my reach, I imagined, even with a running leap. I tried anyway. I’d just finished a twenty-minute walking meditation, and I was feeling in the zone.

gentleness

A BLIZZARD of thoughts and emotions swirls around each of us, obscuring the true nature of mind, but if we learn to sit tall and let the blizzard happen around us, and if we do this over and over, we come to know the blizzard for the emptiness it is, and we begin to see through the snow clouds in which we've become ensnarled.

space & the ice cream van

"When the space element is balanced in us, there is room for life;

whatever arises can be accommodated."

~Tenzin Wangyal

As if the constant HAMMERING and SAWING every day for the past two months weren't enough, an old busted-up ice cream van would come and park in the middle of it all and BLAST the most horrible noises. The tune wasn't anything I recognized, a cross between JOHN JACOB JINGLEHEIMER SCHMIDT and SHE'LL BE COMING ROUND THE MOUNTAIN, with a lot of CAR HORNS, WHISTLES and HAND CLAPS thrown in, repeating in an infinite loop. And between each repeat, the recorded voice of a woman saying HELLO. Then the song would start up again. Of all the noises — the HAMMERS, the NAIL GUNS, the POWER SAWS, the BEEPING SOUNDS the big trucks made when they went in reverse, the WHISTLES, the CAR HORNS, the HAND CLAPS — it was that single spoken HELLO that sent me over the edge.