in the garden
all around
yellow-faced poppies
oxeye daisies
climbing house
down the path
to the faeries
under wood
good morning
we see
a bit of Ireland
come so lovely
and so near
Thank You, Bealtaine Cottage!



Another ‘friendship koan’. I’ve been reading Shunryu Suzuki (that should explain everything). He, a Zen master of a very ancient and impressive lineage, and wise in his own right, but now passed. Roshi talks about Big Mind. It’s a concept that takes a while to get near. And, my explanation will be minimal and poor, at best. But, I’m fascinated with this and it has been helpful to me. Here we go.

Yoshitsune’s (a warrior) widow kept him near by realizing time and how we keep it, in our own minds. We have past present. We’re there a lot. Not a problem. We also go to present future, frequently. Not a problem. It’s how the mind works. It’s kind of like my high school health teacher explained neurosis and psychosis. Neurosis is when you build sand castles in the air, psychosis is when you move in. Uh huh. Hey, it was the 70s. When, we visit past present and future present, it is a condition of the mind to do so. If we believe these experiences, attach to them, then we are suffering. It takes practice, it is worth it.

I had belonged to an organization that insisted, insisted upon a ‘positive’ attitude, always, constantly rearranging yourself, appearance, feelings to match a ‘happy’ countenance. To me, this was turmoil in the middle of a health crisis. And, as it became clear, turmoil in just everyday life, to me.

The final straw was attending a performance of a small child. Afterward, she was too tired, overwrought, and not happy with her performance, mostly just from anxiety, too many people, too much going on. She was whining, crying, very upset and she approached her mother. Her mother stepped back and said, “Oh, what is this? No, no, sweetheart, put on your pretty face, smile. Pretty face, daddy doesn’t like that old snotty face. Put on your pretty face now, that’s my girl.” That upset me. That was the end of this group for me.

I began reading, studying, listening, and reality seemed the ticket. Facing reality, accepting events, people, situations, mood as they were was the biggest relief I’ve had so far. Why couldn’t she just be upset? Tissues, holding her and going home instead of standing around to ‘meet everybody’ would have worked. I’m not judging her. It’s where we all can be, it’s where I’ve been. It’s small mind. Not observing, not thinking, no moment to spare mind. It’s right here and right now, no context, no breath. Trouble coming.

Every one says be ‘in the present’, the here and now. Yes, that’s where you live but your mind, my mind, goes all over the place, all the time. We have an imposed sense of time, but the internal one behaves differently via our minds. To acknowledge, observe what your mind does, where it goes, to accept that with the certain knowledge that regardless you are still the director. Observe, be still, listen, trust you’ll know.

When I am sad, or experience a memory that may catch the edge of sadness. That is just what it is. I can observe that, feel that in my heart and understand ‘time’ in my mind. It is an important part (otherwise I wouldn’t ‘feel’ anything about it) of all that is me.

Same way with the chronic illness/pain. I do not ‘put on my pretty face’. If I don’t feel well, I observe that, know that. Because I attend to the truth of that, I do what I can about it and go on my way. I am what I am when I am what I am. Sounds like Popeye.

I wish every child, from the beginning, were taught their own mind, mindfulness training. How different we would be to each other, to ourselves.

As always, thank you for taking your time to read these words. Lilie



the sky is
stuffed with blue grey
ready bursting
to rain
20 minutes later
they moved on
bright sun
on his way
still cool and misty
smell of earth and rain
god fed the birds
his wife changed the water
cinnamon coffee
Tracy Chapman and Eric Clapton
give me a reason to stay
gave you a few, baby
hang around