tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7990993458493326986.post320309063368183144..comments2023-07-13T09:42:44.874-04:00Comments on Distant Temple Bell: Long-Lost HomeDavid Healdhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03155225872953006852noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7990993458493326986.post-44950609241533207032009-05-14T14:51:00.000-04:002009-05-14T14:51:00.000-04:00That's a lovely quote, and one I think that hits t...That's a lovely quote, and one I think that hits the nail squarely. <br /><br />I track my own spiritual life from a moment standing in a field behind my childhood home in Marshfield, Massachusetts, on my way to nowhere in particular in the woods beyond. One moment idly scything the tall grass with a random stick, the next absolutely transfixed by the beauty in front of me. Just a field and trees--but with a difference. A field and trees suffused with such amazing everyday beauty. And "I" was "that". And "that" was "me". Not a personal "I". Not a personal "me". Just essence. Oneness. An opening. (Like Brother Lawrence and HIS tree.)<br /><br />Years later, after a little training of the mind at prep school, I went back. Same sort of aimless day. Same beauty. But...nothing.<br /><br />I had openings in between, but it was mindfulness training that restored access to that beauty on a regular basis. Some clear wall came down, a wall made up of being far too taken with thinking, and of projects, plans and deadlines and everyday concerns. I felt it go, leaving me again with the direct contact of my childhood.<br /><br />So, I understand that statement about the religion before religion, because Zen is very insistent about this direct contact. Buddhist practice has always been a joy because it points right back to that first experience of One. Just a field and trees.Geoffhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00622804198121789998noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7990993458493326986.post-40510142387707137962009-05-13T16:15:00.000-04:002009-05-13T16:15:00.000-04:00For almost anyone in the light of spring, there is...For almost anyone in the light of spring, there is no self to forget...such is the delight of spring. At least it's easier to forget self in the light of spring and all its marvels.Sukie Curtishttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15261127654652802027noreply@blogger.com