…what I’m aiming to promote [is] — a universal spiritual oneness for all of us, welcoming to those who may be seeking refuge from a narrow sense of religion.
I’m sick and tired of my white privilege. And I’m sick and tired of having my nose rubbed in my white privilege.
But most of all the election result has called into question my own eyes of compassion and commitment to the inherent worth and dignity of every person. I failed to see how fearful and angry were so many of my fellow Americans.
Originally posted on BeautyBeyondBones:
I was going to do a cheeky post on Taylor Swift or something, but…I just couldn’t. As much as I realllly didn’t want to write about the election, ignoring the state of our nation right now just didn’t sit well with me. Scrolling through social media and watching the news today,…
I voted today. I wish I could say I was proud of it. Much has been written about this election. There’s nothing I can add about that, but maybe there’s something to say about my vote. I realized this morning that I was voting out of fear rather than hope. My Buddhist practice leans heavily…
Those of us who are not starving, being bombed, or being shot at all need to make daily decisions about what we can do for those who are, and what’s OK to do for ourselves.
What’s missing is the tribe. What’s missing is close relationships with…adults who can help children handle the transition to adulthood.
When we classify problems as too big for any one individual, we are reinforcing a false dualism. The “other” is not solving them fast enough.
Originally posted on Peace Paul's Weblog:
Recently I read “In Search of Buddha’s Daughters” by Christine Toomey. It is a collection of interviews with, and accounts of, Buddhist nuns – many of them on the leading edge of reform. These are stories of strong women taking courageous stands against oppressive, often abusive, patriarchal institutions.…
The more time we spend rejecting who we are, the further we get from the Buddha within. The more time we spend accepting who we are, the closer we get to staying in what you might call the Buddha zone forever.
…as Buddhism teaches, nothing is permanent, not even spring and birthdays.
Originally posted on Finding my Miracle:
I’m going to tell you a story about my wild Friday night. It’s a long story and brevity is not a strength of mine but I’m going to do my best to keep it to the point. This might be a challenge, though, because to be honest, at this…
I wish I could say that my Buddhist equanimity, developed over decades of practice, kept me from panicking, but I’d be violating the Fourth Precept, the one about false speech.