Mindfulness and Passion

Us humans are not meant to be inert, joyless beings unavailable to the world around us: yet what is passion for us?

The world constantly radiates good, loving energy outward-that is its essence. How we experience this energy is ‘us’. Our many filters may not see it that way. Also being ever so human, we want to grab this energy for ourselves, go crazy with it, stuff our bellies with it, wash our hair in it, wear it as a trophy.

Yet we could simply receive this energy, let it nourish us and not try to own it or control it. If we develop faith that it is there, that it is the essence of our world we could relax and let it beam on us like the rising sun each day-we could have gratitude.

I have felt this gratitude in my life, a first kiss, a deep embrace, a job successfully completed, an understanding deeply comprehended, music resonating deep in my heart, an authors words speaking to a interior longing. We are not meant to become junkies roaming about endlessly stuffing ourselves full of experiences so that we feel good about ourselves. I really don’t believe in bucket lists. We are meant to share, to give to others. We are not meant to be hoarders hanging all our trophies on the wall of our basement or all over our Facebook page, that is not real living.

It is my mind that I must work with; I must continually develop stability, confidence and faith in the buddhist teachings that I have been given.

When I am tired, lonely, upset I contract into my shell like a clam or an oyster until I am able to regain my balance.

That is the job, the essence to learn to stay open, clear, in the moment.

That terrific passion we experienced; it is meant to nourish us as it arose, to make up strong so that we might be a light unto others.

The buddhist teachings want us to see things as they are; without hope or fear. That want us to wake up and then to help others.




Taking care of Depression

I have chronic depression. I have probably had it most of my life. It wasn’t treated until about ten years ago!

What a change a treatment has made!

After all those years, I have a vibrant and rich life. It is not all roses and cherries, but it is like a heavy gray veil was lifted from my mind! I did not know that I could see things so much more clearly, feel them so deeply, be so much more in control of my life, but wow, it happened.

So yes, I have it and yes mine is treatable.




Fourth of July, Independence

What does ‘Independence’ mean?

What does personal independence mean?

As we grow into ourselves what does true independence in ones life mean ?

How do we live our lives with others,  care for them, yet remain ourselves?

As a Buddhist, I work to develop tremendous compassion for others, yet I will not sacrifice my beliefs or my life for them, or perhaps putting it differently, I have not come up against an individual who warrants such a sacrifice.

Today my stomach is upset, yet my life is very, very good. All of my needs are more than met they are exceeded. The day is sunny and bright, birds are singing, all of my senses are working, ospreys fly high overhead carrying fish-a wonderful sight. My mind is strong and healthy. I live consciously, not just a robot mindlessly living through my day, not just reacting to the things around me.

I am able to see that much that I feel to be reality is actually an illusion.

At Damariscotta River Association

This morning, early

I was surprised by a turkey booming out of a thick hedge of wild roses

Yelling ‘Get away!’  until I could tell what this large rustling noise,

this exploding brown mass heading right at me


Poor startled turkey did an abrupt 180 turn in the air

and flapped off into the trees.

At the Damariscotta Mills Fish Ladder the alewives were just beginning to work their way up the ladder a pool or two.

In the pool before,  gulls, comorants and fish hawks circled and dove for the beginnings of the fishy feast

Back at the DRA, a pair of nesting kingfishers were searching for smaller fare.

Bobolinks chortled away in the tree tops then disappeared into the taller grasses in the field.

These arrivals fill me with a pleasant joy of this ongoing season of Spring.

Man discovers life can begin again!

Life can begin again!

Every drop of my life is precious!

In my beginning 60’s I had a very great dissatisfaction with how my life was going! Yet through very deep listening to my heart, my essence, effort and hard but good, necessary choices I am beginning to find a thorough satisfaction in my life, my daily living.​