Teachers

“We could say that meditation doesn't have a reason or doesn't have a purpose. In this respect it's unlike almost all other things we do except perhaps making music and dancing. When we make music we don't do it in order to reach a certain point, such as the end of the composition. If that were the purpose of music then obviously the fastest players would be the best. Also, when we are dancing we are not aiming to arrive at a particular place on the floor as in a journey. When we dance, the journey itself is the point, as when we play music the playing itself is the point. And exactly the same thing is true in meditation. Meditation is the discovery that the point of life is always arrived at in the immediate moment.” Watts
The coming warmth of the morning sun softly caresses the flower's unopened petals. As the flower expands to engulf the sun's rays, the prior night's dew slowly dissipates.
The sun gives freely, neither asking for nor expecting a return. Knowing it is neither gift nor taking, the flower blossoms without fear, gently adding it's own beauty and sense of being to it's surroundings and to those fortunate enough to pass within it's presence.
the Wanderling

....Although my life has been shaped and effected by the spiritual traditions that have included;
Christianity
Taoism
Buddhism
Wiccan
My two greatest teachers are those cited above.
.....I began this blog ( a little rain must fall) because I stood at the foot of an abyss. My health was failing, my job was being cut, and my practice was beginning to fail. Practicing meditation, Zen & Taoist, without any thought of loss or gain, benefit or enlightenment, provided me with equanimity, an uncanny intuitiveness, a deep sense of Wu Chi; the power of stillness. In time, the rain did fall...and my practice deteriorated. I lost the power of stillness and question any hint of intuition.
This is not my first experience with rain, nor will it be my last. In my period of disability, I learned deep insight into pain and human behavior. I utilized what I learned into working with men with schizophrenia and people with varying disabilities. I discovered Taoism and Zen at this time. But I made some bad choices that haunt me.
In the flood of disaster that bad choices can create, I learned a deeper insight into human behavior....and this also taught me many things.
We have all heard of the proverbial "Rose colored glasses". The glasses do exist; multi colored lens of course. When wearing them, the past and future is as colored as today. When wearing the color of anxiety, everything is tainted. True with depression as well. Everywhere you look reflects the abyss. The rain falls; and this perception is just that - perception.
The point of life is always arrived at in the immediate moment.”

Comments

Thanks for the post. Its been raining here a lot lately and I need reminding from time to time to be still and just let it rain... Getting wet doesn't have to destroy me...
Loralee Choate said…
I think if I didn't learn how to jump in puddles I would have drowned by now.

I hate the rain, but it does tend to make things grow...both noxious weed and sweet green grass.

Loved this post.