It was Friday night, and Dan Jones was on his deathbed. In his 70’s, riddled with pancreatic cancer, the five of us paid our respects with a 15 minute silent meditation.
Dan had been a skillful guide to my men’s group one Saturday in a straw bail house out past the Y in Oak Hill. Seared in my mind is the memory of his haunting clear eyes and my hands gripping his outstretched index and middle fingers. Intuitively, he asked,…Continue
I went to morning meditation today and was embraced with the heart of everyone's strong and sincere practice and the warmth of community. We shared the chants, bows, and a few words with Flint before he embarked on his journey to Hawaii. Someone spoke up and honored Joko by expressing their concern for how Peg and Flint would feel going into the retreat in Hawaii knowing that Joko would soon pass. Flint's response told of how this grief might work to allow deep connection with the…Continue
Here's something I wrote about Appamada's recent practice intensive: "A chameleon is a very naked animal. Unlike a dog, it has no fur to hide its bulges. A chameleon doesn’t seem to think things like: 'Am I too fat? Do I look old? Am I good enough?' A chameleon just is. No matter what, he is perfectly himself.” Read more: www.robinbradfordwriter.com
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November 29, 2010
You may have imagined this, or dreamed it,
how you somehow fell from its warm embrace
or slipped past its watchful eye.
Now lost and alone, you wander the world
like a stranger without a home. Or,
you peer wistfully into the windows of
other lives, convinced that they have somehow
been given the secret you were denied, the
rules of engagement, or the laws of attraction
or some well-thumbed book…Continue