tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6166459572149699816.post1126757078961622407..comments2024-03-24T23:13:15.572-07:00Comments on Mind Deep: If Buddha Was a WomanMarguerite Manteau-Raohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17956537059369707663noreply@blogger.comBlogger6125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6166459572149699816.post-41506418805878059962010-08-18T12:02:50.343-07:002010-08-18T12:02:50.343-07:00Thanks Ian. Yes, tenderness, whenever we are so mo...Thanks Ian. Yes, tenderness, whenever we are so moved.Marguerite Manteau-Raohttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17956537059369707663noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6166459572149699816.post-26095118690825812132010-08-18T11:29:08.191-07:002010-08-18T11:29:08.191-07:00"Holding fear as you would a scared child.&qu..."Holding fear as you would a scared child." I like that one, a lot. :)Ianhttp://www.reclusland.comnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6166459572149699816.post-21515604724841203822010-08-15T07:58:31.149-07:002010-08-15T07:58:31.149-07:00Thank you for sharing, Miro. My take on this one i...Thank you for sharing, Miro. My take on this one is, whatever works . . . For myself, I find the practices of concentration on breathing, and also metta towards myself quite effective. Swimming, and walking meditations are also very powerful.Marguerite Manteau-Raohttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17956537059369707663noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6166459572149699816.post-9334569087359191992010-08-15T06:15:21.269-07:002010-08-15T06:15:21.269-07:00Dear Marguerite, thank you for sharing your wisdom...Dear Marguerite, thank you for sharing your wisdom. Yes I too suffer, mainly from fear. It plays havoc with my mind and just generally with my body. Fear of inferiority, fear of loss, failure, insecurity you name it. I think we all do, acceptance plays a part but only after a struggle. My mind just has this super grip. It is so addicted to logic. I am learning to observe it. Then I read sutta very similar to one quoted above - This is not mine, this I am not, this is not my self. This always without fail puts my heart at rest. <br /><br />However I do need to resolve something. How do I accept (ok so I have these "faults" when at the same time I am rejecting (this isn't me, mine)? <br /><br />In the end we and all things about us are just atoms. It is just energy appearing as me, as the guy that just cut you off on the road or insulted you. I am learning to see it as this, this flow of energy and all my mind is doing is being stuck in a dream interpreting it as something that just does not exist. Just in the dream. Including it's self.<br /><br />I hope that I am not getting the wrong understanding but that is where I am at at the moment.<br /><br />Much peace for you dear soul. <br />MiroMhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03374405398786078126noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6166459572149699816.post-59897762106198188812010-08-14T19:14:10.758-07:002010-08-14T19:14:10.758-07:00Thank you Kyle, for sharing such tender experience...Thank you Kyle, for sharing such tender experiences. <br /><br />I agree with you, those moments when we get shaken out of our usual comfort zone represent huge teaching opportunities. That is, if we approach them with the right attitude. <br /><br />All hindrances do . . .Marguerite Manteau-Raohttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17956537059369707663noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6166459572149699816.post-68370688355224929342010-08-14T09:22:10.519-07:002010-08-14T09:22:10.519-07:00Great post! Anxiety...I've had my fair share o...Great post! Anxiety...I've had my fair share of it. Quick story; My son was born on a beautiful clear and crisp September morning, and it was the greatest joy of my life. The thing is though, that morning was September 11, 2001....and my brother was in the Pentagon....and due to all the phone lines being tied up for a few hours (I live in Virginia near DC) none of my family made it to the birth....and two hours after he was born my wife and I were told he had Downs syndrome, which was something we did not know before.<br /><br />I told everyone afterwards, this was the definition of bittersweet.<br /><br />Looking back now, I had no control over any of those outside cricumstances, but the anxiety I felt that day taught me how much we rely on life going the way we planned, and how my expectations had foiled my own happiness so many times. Oh, today I am most definitly attached to and love my son more than anything in this world, but I take every moment with him as if it were my only moment I had.Kylehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14925360776637168540noreply@blogger.com