
What's important? What's happening? What's called for? Answering these three questions correctly in each situation as it arises is all we ever need to do. Why is that so difficult?
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Finding our way to The Way one situation at a time. I don't know how great it will be, but I expect it will be interesting, and I look forward to it going on past all reason because wonder is just that way. Are you coming or not?

What's important? What's happening? What's called for? Answering these three questions correctly in each situation as it arises is all we ever need to do. Why is that so difficult?
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We find our own way, taking our cues from the way life requires to be lived, playing the "Is this me or not me?" game from one choice to the next. Forced choices are not choices at all, just places where we don't get to choose what we do about what's happening. What to do about what's happening is how we express/find who we are, and where we shine, and where we have no business being, and what we have no business doing. Our life is at its best when we are aligned with its direction and flow, at one with who we are and what we are doing. It is at its worst when we are at the mercy of events and circumstances between the clashing rocks on the heaving waves of the wine dark sea, with nothing but forced choices compelling us to be and do in ways at odds with who we are and what we are built for. When the accountant is working for rent money behind a bar in a dive, it is a bad day every day, and what's to be done then? It is the right kind of emptiness, stillness and silence all the way. The accountant has to find the way back to the Tao--the flow of life-- one small step/decision at a time, listening, looking, sensing, feeling "Me or not me?" With every choice that is not forced. And being right about what is me and not me, and finding out how much she/he can get by with in the time left for living.
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William Wordsworth nailed it with his, "The world is too much with us late and soon..." and its lament regarding our lost connection with nature and nature's way of getting things done. "We have lost the magic," he would say, or better perhaps, "We have traded the magic for thirty pieces of silver, or its modern equivalent!" The older I get, the more unfamiliar the world becomes-- and that, I think, is a common experience among humans at least since the Industrial Revolution, though I expect long before, before the advent of "civilization." The world is not a trustworthy place to be. I have seen it in the eyes of my six-month old great grand daughter, and regret her coming encounter with the world beyond mom and dad and their extended families, as she enters day care or "preschool" and the regimen/realities that come with it. Do we ever out-grow what we lose in that "bargain"? Barbara Navarro's work in protesting the loss of life and a way of life among the indigenous Yanomami people to gold "miners" in South America highlights the world of a small tribe of families where the children never leave home in our sense of the word, but live out their lives within the "family" providing stability and security with no preschool, etc. to intrude. The love of money is destroying their world, and there is no fair exchange in that transaction. We have lost what they are losing, without noticing/grieving/knowing what we do not have. But something knows within, and we carry the burden of our alienation from what something knows throughout our life, knowing only that something is not right, and not-knowing what to do about it. The old Yogis and Taoist/Zen masters withdrew into the silence of the lost world of Yin/Yang, seeking the balance and harmony, the stability and security, of their ancestors way of life. Aren't we all drawn to the AUM of union with the source and goal of life and being? To know the peace of our belonging to our place in "the great scheme of things," now beyond recovery, beyond remembering past the sense that this is not it and never will be again? To know this much is to mourn our state, and follow the old Yogis, Taoist/Zen masters into silence seeking the way to peace and wholeness through recognition and realization, walking two paths at the same time in acquiescing to what has been lost, while consciously adjusting to what now is in a "We're not in Kansas anymore" kind of way. Making the best of what we have to work with through rituals, ceremonial objects, stories, and small communities of like-minded people, grounded and centered upon "Here we are now what?" as we find our way through this world, knowing that our place is with that world before this one became what it is.
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Reading the situation as it arises without our own wants and desires, fear and anxiety getting in the way, and responding appropriately to the occasion, time after time, is all there is to it. That's all Jesus and the Buddha, etc. ever did. Reduced to its essence, we get: See-Do. Expanded a bit it becomes: Listen/Hear, Look/See, Know/Realize, Do. Drawing lines are appropriate to all occasions, and our needs carry equal weight to those of the situation. We make a judgment call as to who gets what/now and who gets what/then, working to be balanced over time. Drawing appropriate lines would solve most of the problems that exist worldwide.
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Nothing is more important than finding and living aligned with the flow of our life-- which means finding and living the life that is our life to live, finding and doing our thing within the circumstances of our life. My thing is hermenutics, getting to the bottom of it all, beginning with this moment, here and now, moment after moment, meeting the moment and doing what is asked of me by it, in it-- while dealing with all the things in the moment trying to knock me off my thing, and make me forget who I am and what I am about, here and now, moment after moment. Our first order of business is to find our life and live it, to find what is ours to do with the skill set we possess, our original nature and the virtues/characteristics that are built into our DNA, and do it here/now all our life long. Instead, we look for some pay-off, some benefit/advantage/reward, and wonder when it is going to be our turn, screw the moment and its need of us to grace it with our presence here/now all our life long. And so, the need to find our live and live it, to find our thing and do it with fealty, liege loyalty and filial devotion, here/now all our life long.
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My business is being empty, still and quiet. Being busy being empty, still and quiet. It helps to have an environment that supports emptiness, stillness, and silence. Try finding one of those on your next day off! It's noise everywhere we go-- wherever people are, noise is. Except for Quaker Meeting Houses. Even there, it is a rare thing to find emptiness and stillness at work in the silence. As empty as the space between exhale and inhale. As still as a cat stalking a bird. Still and focused. Not on stillness, but on the bird. And the bird's equivalent, in our case. Watching/looking/listening for what arises in the silence, for what moves in the silence, with urgency and vitality and us in mind. We are but servants of urgency and vitality, yet, we think we are captains of our own ship, masters of our own destiny, responsible for our own happiness and well-being, which, of course, flow from getting what we want and having our way, which leads to having it made, whatever that means. This is where emptiness comes in, as empty as the space between exhale and inhale, empty of want and desire, fear and anxiety. Waiting, watching, looking, listening for urgency and vitality never mind the cost to us personally. "If you would be my people, pick up your own cross daily and come with me." Oh, yes, the cross. Death to our way of life, resurrection to life abundant, flowing over, pouring out, in each situation as it arises, as servants of urgency and vitality, calling us, claiming us, in the emptiness, stillness, silence. Life calling us to life. Past all of our ideas of how life should be. The path from Eden leads to Gethsemane. We are Adam and Eve on our way to becoming Jesus-- via emptiness, stillness, silence and grace. The grace that is a natural confirmation of life being lived. Wonder, amazement and mystery, ever-present companions where life is being lived.
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Sit down, be quiet, and watch what occurs to you without being engaged by it. Notice the things that keep coming up with a particular urgency about them and tend to those things. Allow yourself to respond to the urgent matters and to take care of the routine affairs of the day in their own time. I've known the car has to be serviced for weeks, but other things were more urgent, and now the car gets its turn. Everything according to its own urgency. All in due time.
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Our luck improves when we stop pushing it, and simply attend what needs our attention, doing what is called for in each situation as it arises, and relaxing into trusting our luck to be what it needs to be when we allow things to go the way they need to go. Pushing, shoving, forcing, striving, create resistence in an "equal and opposite force" sense, and we produce opposition to our way by trying to have it. The trick is to not have a way, just see what needs to happen and what can happen, and assist what needs to be in becoming what can be, and let that be that. Allowing things to be the way they are is the biggest contribution we can make in helping things become what they need to be.
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Two Canadian researchers writing a philosophy of health defined health as "ease of functioning." I have expanded that definition by adding "in the service of the joy of life." We have to be doing what brings joy to life in our life if we would be healthy. What would that be for you? For me it would be writing myself into being each day, and taking/toying/playing with the images that I include with my writing. Reading the right kind of book, listening to the right kind of music (Not while reading) and engaging in the right kind of conversation are also joys. Drinking the right kind of coffee and eating the right kind of food, looking out the window, etc. The list has to be adapted to my ease of functioning, and as the aging process reduces my physical abilities, my joy of life will dwindle to the point of being ready for death when it comes. Being able to talk--and laugh-- about the way things are, helps me accommodate myself to them as time goes by. And that means having the right kind of people in my life to hear what I have to say and laugh along with me all the way. I think the right kind of companionship/company is essential to our health and well-being, and I appreciate your playing that role in my life!
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Seeking the still point at the center of the path that can only be recognized as the path in hindsight is the balance point between past and future-- the here/now in each situation as it arises, through all of the circumstances of our life, the transition point between then and not yet, where we are most alive, most awake, most aware, when we open ourselves to what's what, and what's happening, and what's called for, and dance with the time and place of our being, knowing "there is only the dance" (TS Eliot).
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"Let your mind wander in simplicity, blend your spirit with the vastness, follow along with thing the way they are, and make no room for personal view-- then the world will be at peace with you, though perhaps not with itself" -- From The Complete Works of Zhuangzi (Translations from the Asian Classics by Burton Watson). Staying out of the way, yet assisting what needs to happen in each situation as it arises calls for balance and harmony, and alignment with the flow of life, at one with what is calling our name past all the reasons not to. We cannot live like that apart from emptiness/stillness/silence/reflection/ realization built into every day. The core of the still point is the center of the path that can be recognized as a path only in hindsight. How do we find it? Only with the right kind of emptiness/stillness/etc. Seeing what we look at and hearing what we listen to, and doing what needs to be done in response. Too much noise leads to the Wasteland, where we wake up some more again and allow emptiness/etc. to lead us back to the path until we have had enough and shut noise out forever.
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Sex is a way of avoiding intimacy. Revealing is concealing. Concealing is revealing. What are we revealing by what we conceal? What are we concealing by what we reveal? What are we hiding? What are we hiding from? Conversation is the most intimate form of human activity, and it is mostly noise. There are people who talk all the time and never say anything. What do you never talk about to anyone? What do you never say? What do you never hear said? What do the people you run with never say? Not allow you to say? I wonder if our dreams might be conversations about things we don't want to discuss. About things we never say. About things we cannot bear to talk about. Think about. Face. Growing up is facing up to what needs to be said/done, and saying/doing it. We are grown up to the degree that we will say/do what needs to be said/done in each situation as it arises. What does thinking about what we think about keep us from thinking about? What does talking about what we talk about keep us from talking about? What is too painful for us to discuss? What is the truth we can't handle? What is it that we do not want to face/deal with? Intimacy is exposing ourselves to the truth of what matters most. How often do we do that? What are we concealing? What did we dream last night?
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