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May the clay dance to balance you | We meditate tonight 3/31/16

Honolulu folks –> Join a supportive group of like-minded folks tonight 3/31/16, for meditation, mindful movement and discussion 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: please do not park in the driveway, as we share this rented house with another couple and we do not want them to be blocked in. Thanks!
Dear friends,
Just a few thoughts about the spiritual attitudes invoked in the act of blessing:
*in blessing ourselves in every moment we are mindful, when we wake up from the trance of what psychologists call “cognitive affective automaticity” or what most people on the planet call their day to day lives,
*in coming home from mental time travel sparked by the bombardment sensory input and unhealthy pace of our digital and real lives
* in our day to day interactions, wishing others well in this unrepeatable, oh-too-short life
* in recognizing we all belong to, as the Japanese saying goes, the “nose hole society” of our shared human-ness

Buddhist monks begin each day with a chant of gratitude for the blessings of their life.
Native American elders begin each ceremony with grateful prayers to mother earth and father sky, to the four directions, to the animal, plant, and mineral brothers and sisters who share our earth and support our life.
In Tibet, the monks and nuns even offer prayers of gratitude for the suffering they have been given: 
“Grant that I might have enough suffering to awaken in the deepest possible compassion and wisdom.”
The aim of spiritual life I feel is to awaken a joyful freedom, a benevolent and compassionate heart in spite of everything this crazy life throws at us.

I honestly can’t remember who said that gratitude is confidence in life itself.
Quite a statement.
I have my suspicions it was Brother David Steindl-Rast
The simple gratitude expressed in the act of blessing allows us to touch joy.
Not just any joy, but the joy in the deepest core of our being, the joy of creation itself.
And as our joy grows we finally discover a happiness without cause.
Like an innocent child who does not have to do anything to be happy, we can rejoice in life itself, in being alive.
When our kids were young, I would be continually blown away when I would come home after not seeing them and they would almost squeal with glee–
It would floor me.
Such a natural, unequivocal expression of joy at just seeing me was almost too much to bear.
Lots for me to ponder there for me.
But let’s allow you to ponder these:
 “If we cannot be happy in spite of our difficulties,
what good is our spiritual practise?”
~Maha Ghosananda
“Whenever you become aware of having a negative thought about someone,
stop and bless the person instead. Say,
“I send you a blessing that all the goodness you desire comes into your life.
I bless you for health and well-being.”
You can bless and enhance activities and projects as well.
When you offer the work you do a blessing, or bless a project you or someone else is involved in, you are taking time to send powerful, loving energy to it. As you regularly practise offering blessings to others and to yourself, you will be amazed at how your health, well-being, and joy in life will be enhanced.”
Brenda Shoshanna PhD — Fearless: The Principles of Peace of Mind
“Prayer is also referred to as mist. The Talmud says,
‘A mist goes up to heaven.’
Just like mist, prayers go up and activate the flow of spiritual sustenance.
This sustenance is then called down into your life and the life of others through prayer.
Ultimately the work of Jewish practice and prayer is to elevate and bless the entire world.”
from Jewish Dharma: A Guide to the Practice of Judaism and Zen
In closing, a poem by someone I adore, but never met.
He passed away a couple of years ago, way too early.
John O’Donohue, the Celtic mystic and poet.
(It may be helpful to know that a “currach” is a type of Irish boat).
The poet wrote these lines for his mother as she passed away in his arms.
He passed away just a few years later, from a chronic illness.  
You can find more information on O’Donohue’s life and work at
Beannacht – For Josie
On the day when
The weight deadens
On your shoulders
And you stumble,
May the clay dance
To balance you.
And when your eyes
Freeze behind
The grey window
And the ghost of loss
Gets into you,
May a flock of colours,
Indigo, red, green
And azure blue,
Come to awaken in you
A meadow of delight.
When the canvas frays
In the currach of thought
And a stain of ocean
Blackens beneath you,
May there come across the waters
A path of yellow moonlight
To bring you safely home.
May the nourishment of the earth be yours,
May the clarity of light be yours,
May the fluency of the ocean be yours,
May the protection of the ancestors be yours.
And so may a slow
Wind work these words
Of love around you,
An invisible cloak
To mind your life.
Katina and I are here to support your meditation practice in any way we can.
Tom, Katina, Uilalani and Kupaianaha

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