Be Gentle On Yourself

Be Gentle On YourselfWhen you start changing things through practice or self-awareness, you may well encounter something that feels like a negative reaction. Every action has an equal and opposite reaction and they can sometimes be rather unexpected in nature.

As we try to improve ourselves, we change the way we react with the world and those around us. Sometimes the world isn’t quite ready for that change and it can make for uncomfortable situations. Sometimes we aren’t quite as well prepared for the changes as we would like to think we are either.

The most important thing to remember is, that as you change, your environment must change too. The two fit each other exactly, like a hand in a glove. So even though the ride might get a little bumpy at times, those times can be seen as confirmation that the changes in you are really taking place, so be resolute and determined.

Just remember to add a little wisdom and compassion into the mix too. Don’t be too hard on yourself when you find aspects that cause you pain, the recognition of our faults is the starting point for improvement.

Take It In Both Hands

CourageWhen we find ourselves in a difficult situation, there are two choices, chicken out, turn and run, or take our courage in both hands and face the challenge. The central Buddhist principles of Wisdom, Courage and Compassion lead us to take the latter option.

So tonight, faced with a difficult situation not of my own making, I decided to face it, to turn the poison into medicine. To be fair, I had been told not to get involved, but knowing that the others involved were a little less experienced than me, I ignored the advice.

And the courage paid off. The problem was at least reduced, if not completely solved. I have no idea what the final outcome will be, but at least I feel that I gave my all and that I didn’t walk away. Tomorrow we can take a more measured look at the cause, and at how we can solve the problem once and for all.

Nam Myoho Renge Kyo

Virtual Reality

Things That Go Bump In The DayHave you ever woken from such a vivid dream that you struggle to put it to the back of your mind? The feelings that it evoked refuse to subside and somehow it weaves its way into the reality of your day.

I had such a start to my day today, and it really played a bit of havoc with the start of my morning. It wasn’t until I had a really good chant that the real world took hold again.

You may think I’m a little crazy, but we often forget that much of our reality is actually taking place in our brains. Everything we see is simply an interpretation of signals coming in through our optic nerves and the sounds we hear are processed vibrations of our ear drums.

So when you next wake from a particularly disturbing dream, take your time to recover your composure. When the stories of the night get woven into the events of the day, take time to chant and regain control over your thoughts and your dark passenger, the master of virtual reality.

Mondays – An Apology

Fly Like An EagleI think, if you take a look back over the last few weeks and months, I’ve been a bit dismissive of the value of the first working day of the week. Well I’ve had a hard look at myself in the last couple of weeks and I think I owe them an apology.

To start with, it’s not their fault that they follow the weekend. Their name means Moon Day in Old English and I’m sure they wouldn’t have chosen to start the week. But with my rediscovered self-awareness I can honestly say that I was being unfair and trying to lay the blame for my failings at their door.

So having had a particularly productive day, and also been back in team mode, I can see that Mondays are no different to any other day of the working week and I apologise to them, unreservedly. It’s easy to see the mistake in hindsight, and is actually a good measure of progress towards enlightenment, or lack of it.

If you, like I, were feeling that Monday had got it in for you, or that the weekend was taking an eternity to arrive, it’s time to take a long hard look at yourself. It’s easy to blame others for the challenges we face, it’s much more difficult to accept that the blame is our own. But having done so, you have the freedom to break free from the self imposed restrictions and fly like an eagle once again.

Down To Earth

Rice FlowersPlants, grass and trees cannot grow without soil. The ‘soil’ that fosters our growth includes our partners, parents, teachers, seniors, our mentor, community and company. In any case, everyone has some special place where they grew up, or someone who nurtured them.

Human beings grow as a result of this nurturing ‘soil’, in which they express their ability and make the flowers of their lives blossom, just as the spirit of the rice plant returns to the soil and the stem sprouts to flower and bear grain once again.

We should repay our debts of gratitude to this ‘soil’ in which we developed. This cycle of repaying gratitude will envelop our whole existence. Our true humanity will never blossom if we seek only to develop ourselves.

Forever Friends

BambooDetermined people of conviction, who stand alone, who pursue their chosen path. Not only are such people good and trustworthy friends themselves, but will also make genuine friends of others.

The bamboo groves of the autumn are gorgeous. Each bamboo tree stands independently, growing straight and tall towards the sky. Yet in the ground, way out of sight, their roots are interwoven and interconnected.

In the same way, true friendship is not a relationship based upon dependence, but one of individual independence. It is the enduring bond that connects self-reliant individuals, comrades who share the same commitment, on a spiritual plane.

Everyone’s A Winner

Euro 2012So Euro 2012 is finally here and tonight’s games have lived up to all the hype and expectations. With the co-hosts Poland drawing 1-1 with Greece, I imagine the Poles are feeling a little down, letting a one goal and one man advantage slip in the second half.

Russia, on the other hand, must be buzzing, having beaten the Czech Republic 4-1. With more fancied teams playing over the next few days there will be winners and losers, but if the matches live up to the openers, football will be the real winner. But even the teams that come out of their opening games as losers can take heart if they look at the results in a slightly different way.

Daisaku Ikeda had this to say:

“Strength is Happiness. Strength is itself victory. In weakness and cowardice there is no happiness. When you wage a struggle, you might win or you might lose. But regardless of the short-term outcome, the very fact of your continuing to struggle is proof of your victory as a human being.”

Going home with the shiny prize isn’t the only way you can win, again President Ikeda has pearls of Wisdom …

“It is not how you compare to others that is important, but rather how you compare to who you were yesterday. If you’ve advanced even one step, then you’ve achieved something great.”

So whatever kind of opening game your team has, you can look at things in several ways, and still come out of it as a winner.

A Time To Chant

Poison Into MedicineFollowing the trauma of Bumble’s injured ankle, we were hoping that life would settle back to the comfort of normality. Sadly that hasn’t been the case, as Ivor, B’s father has again been admitted to hospital today. Given that his health has never been too good, following a major motorcycling accident many years ago, this is obviously a worrying turn of events.

But as with all challenges in life, now is the time to chant ourselves hoarse and to look to, yet again, turn this poison into medicine. As on previous occasions, Ivor is in Frenchay hospital and is surrounded by the people best equipped to look after him. He is a tough character and will do his bit to get himself through all this.

B’s mum Jill is also a Nichiren Buddhist and I know she will be chanting for her husband. I will be giving my all too and praying for a good outcome to the situation. But every little helps, so if you have a spare moment, please chant and pray for Ivor too.

Many thanks in anticipation,

Anupadin

Back To Earth – No Bump

Back To Earth - No BumpMeanwhile, back in Ringwood, the real world continues to turn. Having thoroughly enjoyed the Jubilee weekend, all four days of it, work was a pleasant and satisfying alternative today, rather surprisingly.

Of course, there was the usual mountain of email to be processed, but because I had been forced to take a long hard look at myself the other day, there was a greater feeling of satisfaction and accomplishment as the pile got gradually smaller and smaller.

The short sharp shock we sometimes need to wake us from our slumbers can be painful, but the resulting state of wakefulness is very invigorating and is ample reward for the bruised ego and dented pride.

Can You See What It Is Yet

Can You See What It Is YetI’m not sure what it is about me and new things. My daughter was talking about my OCD tendencies the other day, things like not being able to shut the front door without checking that I have the keys, even though I know I have them about me. It had never even crossed my mind, but looking at things a little closer, I think she might be right.

Bumble and I decided to resurrect our love of watercolour painting recently, and when we saw a nice Windsor & Newton watercolour set yesterday, we bought it. It was only when we decided to have a dabble, that my OCD kicked in.

The pristine white box and the immaculate half pans of colour started to give me problems. I really wanted to paint, but had a real problem when it came to getting started. Initially, I unwrapped each colour, being careful to keep the wrapper intact, so I knew the name and pigment reference number for each one. I even carefully placed them in the order that they came out of the box, so I knew how they had been arranged.

Silly, as it turned out, because each plastic pan had the name and number carefully printed on it, so I managed to convince myself that the wrappers were superfluous and binned the lot. Then I realised that some of the colours were actually loose in the pan. What would happen if they got mixed up and the original order go lost? B suggested I take a photo, but even I thought that was taking it a bit far.

So we tore a page from the ring-binder pad of watercolour papers, again something that ripped at some very deeply ingrained feelings, but I got over that. We carefully taped the paper to our plywood sheets and went into the lounge to start painting. Then I hit a real stumbling block. How was I going to wet the colours, mix them on the palette, even christen a brush or two without affecting their pristine nature?

By this point, Bumble was already laying down a wash or two on her painting of the lounge and I was busying myself reading a book on painting techniques. She was getting on really well and totally ignoring the effect her painting was having on her paint box and brushes. I really had to get over this crazy feeling.

I made the first move, I plunged a brand new brush into the jam jar of crystal clear water. The bristles formed a beautiful clean edge and the universe continued to exist in its normal state. I gently stroked the brush over a dark blue paint pan and the indigo hue was drawn into the bristles, the world did not implode and everything appeared normal.

I mixed the colour on the palette, taking care not to pollute one colour with traces of another, and the feelings of dread gradually subsided. I moistened the paper and began my first wash, chasing the dark wet edge down the paper until it was done. A feeling of euphoria washed over me and I was off.

We spent the rest of the afternoon painting, waiting for washes to dry and then painting again. It was fantastic. My OCD had been conquered and nobody had died or been eaten by bears. I can still feel the deep seated issues tugging at my being, but at least I now have control.

My painting is nowhere near completion, although I am rather pleased with the results so far. It will be interesting to see how much effort is needed when I get chance to continue, having cleaned the palette and brushes. I’m currently soaking the label off a Robinsons marmalade jar, to use it as a water pot, it wouldn’t have been right to use it with it on. I’ll let you know how I get on when next the brush meets the paints and paper.

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