(Back from two and a half week retreat with Ruth Denison, at Dhamma Dena Desert Vipassana Center, I am devoting the next few weeks to sharing Ruth's wonderful teachings.)
Every day, walking through the Mojave desert, I became fascinated with the empty houses strewn throughout the arid landscape.
all boarded up.
|Boarded pink house in Mojave Desert.|
Old house, looted,
nothing left to be had.
|Looted house in Mojave Desert.|
House of brick,
structure still intact.
|Empty house of bricks in Mojave Desert.|
Soulful wooden house,
begging to be visited.
|Wooden empty house in Mojave Desert.|
and a brand new fence.
|Fenced up empty house in Mojave Desert.|
many of them.
And I thought of my body, and the way I used to not be there.
I thought of most people's bodies, and the way they fail to inhabit
these most precious structures of theirs.
Empty, no life any more.
Empty, no life yet.
(impressions from retreat with Ruth, about learning to inhabit my body - following Ruth's lead - coming to my senses)