From the BlogMeet Ron


Honolulu folks –> Join a supportive group of like-minded folks tomorrow, Thursday 721/16, for meditation at our place, 3241 Alani Drive, in Manoa, at the usual time: 6 to 7:30 PM. If you have a meditation cushion please bring; if not, no worries. The front door opens at 5:50.

Note: We will be having a guest teacher, Grahame White, visiting from Australia. Many of you know what a warm and insightful teacher he is.

Last night I dropped my son off at his break-dance class, and sat on a red plastic chair in the back of the studio to relax and watch him dance. An African American gentleman, about my age, 60-ish, was getting ready to leave with his daughter and grand-daughter, who both took the previous class.

But his daughter, herself in late early 40’s, was taking her time packing up her dance bag, and was lingering in conversation with the other members of her dance class. I could sense the Dad thing (“Ok darling, any time now, Mommy’s waiting for us at home…”)

The hip hop beats were mellow, social music with a relaxed, infectious groove.

I struck up a conversation.

His name is Willie. He is visiting for a month, from Houston. He came to see his daughter’s promotion ceremony, to Lt. Colonel, and retire from the US Army. He proudly showed me pictures of the ceremony on his phone. He is going back to Houston later this week.

“You must be a very proud Dad,” I said grabbing his hand in a tight man-shake.

“Oh, yes, I am.” I could feel his warmth, his happiness, his great peace of mind.

As he was finally getting up to leave, I stood up as well and said something like “I will most likely never see you again and just wanted to give you a hug, my brother.”

He took me up on a long and firm man-hug.

We instinctively looked each other in the eyes.

This is what is going to save us, I think I said.

Yeah, I think he said. It will.

Our eyes lingered a bit, and then he introduced me to his family.

We hugged, too.

Love can’t help but stay present.

Even amidst the utter craziness right now in the USA: rampant racism, senseless shootings, elevating paranoia.

I am reminded of this passage I read recently by the Buddhist writer Satya Robyn:

Grace is the label I give when something from outside of me gets inside me, often despite me, and that points me toward beauty, goodness, and wisdom. . . . In my experience, having the word “grace” in my vocabulary encourages me to be more open to more of these kinds of things happening again. It helps me to be open to the things I’m not paying attention to, and to broaden the potential field from where grace might come.”

In these emotionally chaotic times, can we just sit still a moment?

Can you feel your mind judging, liking, disliking what this or that person said on the news, or at work?

Our minds can be like a balance scale. With all the aversions, the jumping to conclusions, the anger, and our mind may feel out of balance, tipped for so long on the side of reactivity.

Our marvelous mindfulness meditation allows us to tip in the other direction, and find that place of rest and balance we so need.

And set a place for grace.
Katina and I are here to support your meditation practice in any way we can.


Tom, Katina, Uilalani and Kupaianaha

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