This poem was written when Bill and Iived in California. We were traveling all day on Highway 5 through the San Joaquin Valley going north from Los Angeles to the Bay Area.. That is a long meditative time for us  with time to watch the rich valley filled with fruit trees, crops, cattle and ranches and the hills and mountains along the sides.  We did it each year for many years .

Bill drove most of the way that time and I had my feet propped on the dash while I wrote using my new laptop. The poem happened as the trip happened.

This poem is not new but I still relive that time in California when I wrote it.  

I submitted the poem recently here in Austin and was awarded a prize representing Westminster, our senior residence.

I share it because it is who I was 15 years ago before Austin Texas and before Appamada.

Joan Mueller

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Comment by Lisa Kuntz on April 21, 2015 at 8:40am

Joan, thanks for posting this portrait of relationship between, within, without.  It is timeless and true; it touched my heart and my body.



Appamada is not just the occasional mindful thought or attentive state of mind, it’s actually a commitment to being attentive. It’s more than just a meditative state of mind, it’s more than just being mindful. It has to do with that primary ethical or moral orientation we have in life, with which we bring into being whatever activity we’re engaged in. Whether in formal meditation, in our interactions with other people, in our social concerns, or in our political choices, it’s the energetic cherishing of what we regard as good.

—Stephen Batchelor


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