Harking the wind of impermanence howl. Howling for you, howling for me, howling for no one. Of that wind, we could say, it hardly ever leaves us.
The howling is everywhere. In the woods, prairies, mountain slopes, at times roaming freely across the vastness of the desert, at times it arrests as you cross the street. On the water, it creates ripples and stirs waves that rage. In silence. You must have heard the wind move swiftly through silence. Sometimes howling within and
photo: lorelei loveridge For some reason, I came home from work, cooked dinner, fell asleep, and woke at 1 AM. Meditated after a bit and found myself remembering - daydreaming slightly as I was/am tired - in this meditation about our sits in the late afternoon as the Sierra de Monchique winds picked up. I remembered them howling as we sat. I remember looking across the floorboards in front of me aware of the sounds all around me. I remember the stillness of sitting there, shi
photo credit Sai Ram Or, the passing of flames itself is the Buddha passing, is Buddha activity, the dharma wheel turning. Friends who practiced with me or wished to practice with me at Karuna Center, in Monchique, Algarve, and to all other friends, this is what the fires have left of our retreat venue in Portugal. The image is a depiction of the main medititation hall after wildfires swept through the Serra de Monchique in the early days of August soon after we left. We we
Sitting through a sesshin is something you need to come and experience for yourself as this is as personal an experience as it gets and no one can tell you beforehand what to expect or not to expect. It's above all about deepening your sense of intimacy with yourself, with the breath that fills your lungs, with the thoughts and emotions that disturb and unsettle you at times, with the walls surrounding you, with those sitting in silence next to you, with the roof that shelter
My time in Bali is soon coming to an end and in a little more than a month I will be leaving this island after having lived here with my family for nearly six years. The next chapter of this long and unremitting erring on planet earth will take me back to Europe, this time to Portugal. Not at all sure what that will bring but not shying away form the uncertainty. I am not particularly sad about leaving Bali nor really excited about going to live in Portugal. Grateful though f
Thank you Jennifer Stretton for posting your blog entry about our Bali retreat here below. Five years have passed and we have all become older. Some of us have felt the aging process more acutely though, imagine hitting the sixty-year old point. As we can't run away from impermanence lets hold our nose and warm up to it; a good way of doing that is intense meditation. For those of you who wish to attend our October sesshin Jen's description will give you a feel of the retreat