A Basic Buddhism Guide: Introduction to Buddhism

A Basic Buddhism Guide: Introduction to Buddhism

"Most people have heard of nirvana. It has become equated with a sort of eastern version of heaven. Actually, nirvana simply means cessation. It is the cessation of passion, aggression and ignorance; the cessation of the struggle to prove our existence to the world, to survive. We don't have to struggle to survive after all. We have already survived. We survive now; the struggle was just an extra complication that we added to our lives because we had lost our confidence in the way things are. "

That that makes sense. Why do I struggle and strive? What am I after? Didn't I once resolve to not resolve, to rest, to cease striving?

I was single then, as now.

On first glance it seems that Buddhism and Christianity are not mutualy exclusive, as Buddhism is not a religion and does not involve a god.

covenant

When I was still married, there was a night when I got free of the house and stood in the park shivering and looking for a reason to go home. The kids were young, and asleep and I felt certain their Dad wouldn't leave the house. I knew he'd be furious for me for getting away. There'd be hell to pay and I asked God for some inspiration. A shooting star went across the sky and I was so moved, so full of hope and passion and I understood that if God can move a star just for me, then I can will myself back home to try once again.

This is how it goes when I talk to God. I "hear" the answer, but it's more like understanding or perceiving or really, like breathing it in.

So tonight's events left me very confused and longing and seeking and alone. Walking home I breathed in the stars and felt the breeze and listened to the wind in the trees and I talked to God. And through the wind and stars and breathing, I got answers I needed. Is this God? Is it meditation? Does it matter what you or I call it?

Nigh eleven I went outside and bounced on my trampoline. My conversation was more open mind by then. And a shooting star went across the sky. Again, I felt such joy and love and worth and hope. After bouncing a while I turned off the outside light and spoke some more with God.

I know it's a meteor shower time just now. And I know how I felt. I don't think I need to get scholarly about it.

Canadian Voice of Women for Peace

Angela sent me a letter to copy to our great country's leader (the placement of the adjective being crucial) which was generated from this site.

There is so much going on. Honestly, she seems to be involved with all of it. And me, not with enough of it.

Canadian Voice of Women for Peace

Tanglefoot Website

Tanglefoot Website

Drove to Gravenhurst by myself to watch Tanglefoot. My mother was to come but was not well enough. The kids would have loved it but they're with their father.

They played on a barge. They do this every year! There was an interesting separation created by the body of water between the audience and the stage. I think on http://to-thine-own.livejournal.com/profile I posted about the Penetanguishene show where we sat on the grass quite near the stage and the kids danced just to the side. The kids could have danced at this one as well but there was no sitting near the stage, no eye contact. There were children playing on the dock just down the way at the beach, jumping and splashing and wrestling. There were three men swimming who floated and listend to the band, three bobbing balding male heads with bare chests.
The sound was less reinforced of course. Actually the sound was good seeing as how the band was on the water at the bottom of the hill below the audience.
They always invoke in me a stream of romantic yearnings and poetic urgings and sorrowful dirges.
If I were ever lucky enough to marry a truelovesoulmateintellectualemotionalspiritualphysicalequal, I'd have Tanglefoot play the wedding.

And dammit, you'd all better dance.

Screen Rant - Review: The Lady In The Water

Screen Rant - Review: The Lady In The Water

That just about covers it.
A big wha't'fu?
I really wanted to love it and I sure loved parts of it, and wanted ot get lost in the story but it was totally jarring seeing microphones. I think he was making some point about stories themselves, and our roles, and life is a fairy tale, and something like that.
But it was so freakin' weird.