Meditation Practice

I’ve been contemplating my aspirations for practice. Why do I meditate? Why do I practice the precepts? Do I have faith in the path of the Buddha? Do I feel compelled to attain enlightenment?

A tornado in Oklahoma killed dozens of people Monday and flattened whole neighborhoods in certainly the most destructive tornado in decades. Winds faster than 200 miles per hour were recorded, and at one point, the tornado measured over two and a quarter miles wide as it ripped through a suburb of 55,000 people. 

When the Buddhist path becomes a template for bypassing 
it becomes essential to loosen its tight grasp as an absolute illusion catering to a  ”save one//save all” salvation & notice it as an alternative approach, flowing toward some wholesome realness at its best. 

There seems to be an epidemic going on where in our access to availability &amp

When I set out to blog about how my meditation practice changed after marriage and motherhood, I started with some stories from after the wedding and early pregnancy. In this post I’m picking up where I left off, a few months before our daughter was born.

Every day, my high school art teacher would walk around the classroom to inspect each student’s progress on their project—but mostly to make sure people weren’t goofing off. I never goofed off. I was there to make art—and to escape from my problems for forty minutes, digging all my anger and fear into the grooves of the paper with each cray-pas stroke.