Failure To Launch

The Dower HouseAfter a day of low key retail therapy, shopping for knickers and a bikini for Josie, we were all looking forward to a pleasant early evening picnic up on the hill just along from the Dower House in Stapleton.

We were expecting to watch the balloons launching from Ashton Court, and the weather was beautiful, bright and sunny with nice cooling breeze. So with picnic packed and arrangements made with the rest of the team, we set off on the short walk to the hill.

By the time we made the climb to the top, Sam, Georgie, Nigel and little Merrin had already set up camp and were tucking into their picnic. We laid out the blanket and tucker and made ourselves comfortable while we waited for Charlotte, Rob, Zach and Oliver to arrive.

Now it isn’t the easiest place to find, even though you can see the big house for miles around, and the Savage clan took the circuitous route to get to us. But it was worth the wait. Sam, Rob and Nigel had fun climbing onto the monument on the top of the hill, the rest of us sat and chatted while we munched our way through the sandwiches and other goodies.

But the wind was getting up and the temperature dropping as the sun sank behind the hill to the East. We sat and sat, waiting for the balloons to launch but nothing appeared. Rob and I went off to the cottage to get the binoculars and another bottle of water, but by the time we returned, the team were decamped and clambering down the hill.

It was way too cold for the children and way too windy for the balloons, so although we had a great family picnic, the main reason for being there never came to fruition. Still, fun was had by all, families were introduced to families and all in all it was a success, even though we had a failure to launch.

A Great View, But No Balloons

Variety, The Spice Of Life-State

Bristol International Balloon FiestaWe’ve talked about the Ten Worlds on many occasions, from Hell to Enlightenment, they are all part of the average day. So when I woke up this morning, having finally drifted off around 2 o’clock, I was in a bit of a state, though I’m not quite sure whether it was Hell or Tranquillity, but either way it was certainly not going to help me get through the day.

Speaking to Bumble on the way to work, I was a bit quiet, a bit negative, for me, and I’m sure she picked up on it. Tiredness, a general lack of life-energy, can really set you back. Not that I’m prone to it on the whole, but it gets the better of us all now and then.

Fortunately, my degree of self-awareness is certainly improving. So having worked out that I was the living embodiment of The Grinch, I had to make  change, so I took myself off to the peace and quiet of the stream at the back of the office and had a good chant.

Not wishing to blow the trumpet for Nichiren Buddhism too loudly, it is amazing that the simple repetition of Nam Myoho Renge Kyo for ten minutes can completely transform your mood and, consequently your whole day.

We’ve got Josie and Matt, Bumble’s daughter and her partner, coming to stay for the weekend. I’m really looking forward to seeing her again, it’s been a while as she’s currently living and working on the Scilly Isles, and to meeting Matt for the first time.

I know that Bumble has planned, and prepared, a veggie curry for this evening and we are going to watch the Bristol balloon fiesta tomorrow, weather permitting. I think a picnic at the top of Tog Hill, one of the highest points in the area, should give us a great view and mean we won’t be involved in the traffic jam that accompanies the event.

So getting myself into a great mood, buzzing with life-force and energy, has to be the best way to set us all up for a busy weekend. With more chanting between now and tomorrow afternoon, I’ll be right on song and full of beans. Bring on the chanting, bring on the weekend !!!

Nam Myoho Renge Kyo

Little Rewards

Little RewardsI’ve sometimes wondered exactly who reads my blog each day. Not that it’s hugely important in the great scheme of things, because I write it, partly as a log of my progress, partly as a diary and partly as a way of sharing my observations and the lessons I learn along the way.

From the comments I get, I see occasionally, too infrequently some may say, that things that grab my attention, also interest others. People have been kind enough to let me know, and sometimes it seems that a topic has also struck a chord with them.

Receiving these comments is like getting a little present for my efforts. Most, if not all, are constructive and positive, and I would like to thank all of you, and you know who you are, for taking the time to put pen to paper, or fingers to keyboard more precisely, to let me know what you think.

The search for enlightenment continues, so expect another incisive post, amongst the reams of general waffle, sometime soon.

Total Commitment

Total CommitmentWhen you make a commitment, be that a personal thing, or to your practice, you must make it wholeheartedly and never let that commitment dwindle. If the commitment is to your practice, only you will suffer if you let things slide, but if it to another person, remember that you will make them suffer too if you allow it to slip.

Nichiren Buddhist practice is a fairly flexible commitment. Practice itself should be a routine, something you do every day, but it can generally fit around the rest of daily life. A commitment to another person is not so flexible. If you say you are going to do something, you must do it, otherwise you are letting both yourself, and more importantly, the other person down too.

Being reliable, trustworthy, committed, is something in which to take a pride. The benefits of being so will bring their own rewards, and foster a strong and lasting relationship with those who come to trust and rely upon you.

So next time you say you will do something with, or for another, make it more than just an empty promise. Be determined to make it a real commitment, do what you say you will do, and be that person on whom they can truly rely.

Just Deserts

Mr Worry - Don't Do ItLeaving the works PC in a dishevelled state last night was not good for my peace of mind. But my fears of being left with an unusable machine for a week while Dan ‘the man’ went off to Barcelona on holiday proved to be unfounded.

With a laudable effort on all parts, particularly Dan’s, the machine is now honed to perfection and all ready to take on the challenges of the Fraser’s website restyling. Much of the work has already been done, all that is needed, and I say ‘all’ reservedly, is to incorporate said changes into the working copy, iron out any bugs and publish it to the server.

Worrying about things is such a pointless exercise. It takes energy, it lowers your life-state and achieves absolutely nothing. So don’t do it, I tell myself, but that’s easier said than done sometimes. What does work, and it works every time, is making the causes to create the effects we wish to see.

So as the old war-time song went, ‘what’s the use of worrying, it never was worthwhile; so, pack up your troubles in your old kit back and smile, smile, smile’. In my case that happens to be a rather battered old shoulder bag, but the principle still holds true.

If It Isn’t Broken

If it isn't broken ...You know the saying, ‘if it isn’t broken, don’t fix it’ meaning that some things are best left alone. Sadly today has been a day of trying to mend something that wasn’t broken in the first place.

Although this time it wasn’t my doing, it was a frustrating time for all concerned, and it’s still not working as I write this. So it’s been a really long day, with not very much to show for all our efforts.

Now there is something that I won’t be changing. My practice, it works for me, it works for countless others around the world. The proof is there for us all to see, in our daily lives, in everything we do, so why change a single thing?

Olympic Recuperation

Usain BoltI have no idea why, but Bumble woke with a bad back this morning. Maybe we stayed in bed too long, listening to the rain lashing down outside. Maybe it was the result of our abdominal exercises yesterday morning, who knows. Whatever the reason, she was in no fit state to be her usual busy bee self, and it showed.

She was a proper grump. She really isn’t good at sitting still for more than a couple of minutes at the best of times. But having a sore back, the result of some sort of muscular spasm, really didn’t help her mood at all.

Fortunately there were a ton of things that needed doing indoors, so we lit a fire, put the Olympics on the telly and hunkered down in the lounge for a recuperative afternoon and evening.

And there was some great stuff on too. Ben Ainslie winning a gold medal in the sailing, Andy Murray doing the same in the tennis and Usain Bolt breaking the Olympic record to finish first in the men’s 100m final in an amazing 9.63 seconds.

The day few by. With all the great telly, coupled with some PC housekeeping, a bit of digital photography and a very tasty veggie pasta dish thrown in for good measure, it was time for bed in no time.

So a whole bunch of challenges sorted out in a single day. Behavioural for B, mental for me and physical for the athletes. Although Bumble and I didn’t get a medal, we both did a sterling job and that brings its own rewards.

Boogie Woogie Poppadums

Chicken VindalooSaturday night and we’re out with Charlotte and Rob at the Rupali restaurant in Kingswood. The boys are being looked after by grandma and we are free to have an evening to remember.

The food is great, chicken vindaloo for me, preceded by a pile of poppadums with the obligatory accoutrements, lime pickle, diced onion, mango chutney and some kind of yoghurt sauce, yummy.

It’s a really nice place, very friendly. The last time I was in there was after Rob’s stag night. He wasn’t with me that time, he was safely at home, being tended by his brother, after a slight over indulgence of the amber nectar.

It’s funny how some memories come flooding back, whilst other stubbornly refuse to put in an appearance. I know was there with his mate Jason, both of us slightly the worse for wear, but I have no recollection of how we managed to get back to Longwell Green that evening.

Anyway, I digress. After the meal we walked up the high street to the Black Horse, where Rob’s mate Richard was playing lead guitar for a local blues band. It was loud, it was hot and the landlord, who is know for his abrupt nature, was rather abrupt. But it was a great gig and the place was heaving.

It’s been a rather long time since I’ve been out with C & R without the children, and I’m sure it was as nice a change for them as it was for us. They say that a change is as good as a rest, and this change was great fun, we mustn’t leave it so long next time.

The Long And Winding Path

Don't be a cog in the machineThe path to enlightenment involves a lot of learning, much of it about yourself.

Wisdom is rooted in the souls of human beings. The way to acquire it is to follow the simple advice of Socrates – ‘Know Thyself’.

This is the starting point for the establishment of a sense of human dignity, preventing the degradation of human beings into anonymous, interchangeable cogs in a machine.

The essence of true knowledge is self knowledge.

The process of improving self-awareness can be a long and sometimes painful one. But the benefits are continuous and ever increasing, so be strong, stay focussed and above all have the determination to keep on at the task. You, and all those around you, will be well rewarded.

Reflections

It is important to remember that our prayers reflect our state of life. In that respect, prayer is a solemn means to raise our life-state or condition. To receive exactly the results for which we are praying, it is crucial to make a determined, single minded effort toward that goal.

This is the true path of manifesting faith in our daily life. Those of us who proceed along this narrow path, day after day, month after month, year after year, will develop, without fail. Just as a sapling grows into a mighty tree, to become a person of outstanding strength and character, one with wisdom, courage and compassion, relies on us remaining true to our chosen path.

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