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I just sit

I walk with beads in hand

Dogs stop to say good morning

Listen to the water streaming down the creek

The birds are waking up, doing their morning chants

Arrive at half way point

The bell rings, I am joined by friends and even a cat

I just sit

Ants crawl on the rocks next to me

I just sit

Ants also crawl on me, though they mean no harm

I just sit

The birds begin to quiet, chanting done

I just sit

The bell rings, time to finish

I walk back with beads in hand, ready

 

…I just sit

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Grandpa

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4 generations, originally uploaded by mindonly.

Tonight my Grandpa quietly passed away. He lived a very full 92 years and passed on many great lessons and traits to my Dad, myself, and by our example, will pass them on to my son as well.

 

This is a picture from a couple years ago that I will always cherish. Four generations of us Freedain men.

Every day is a good day

Practice is not something you have to go to temple for. Practice is not something you need to sit and chant to do. Practice is not something you need robes for.
Sometimes the days suffering is more than we would prefer to deal with. But, there is something I’ve been thinking of a lot lately when this occurs. ‘Every day is a good day’. Sometimes work is difficult, bills stack up higher than Mount Everest, or your child decides to test your patience.

Practice is waking up in the morning, getting dressed, living your life and taking on it’s challenges head on; and yes, that is so hard to remember at times.

Take a second, look out the window, look in the mirror, look at your own hand, and observe. Today is a good day. Every day is a good day.

I bow with forehead to floor, palms facing up and thank my friend Jack for pointing me to this one:
http://zendirtzendust.com/2010/02/07/baring-my-neck-to-the-morning/

I bow with forehead to floor, palms facing up and thank all my Dharma friends for daily inspiration.

…joining palms

Seeing the seeds of mindfulness take root; being humbled.

This weekend, my son and I went to the park and kicked around the ball for a good couple of hours. After a while we were a bit tired so we decided to take a rest in the shade.  I turned my back for a minute and by the time I looked at my son again, he was already sitting in the shade — half lotus.  This amazed me as he just did it on his own. So I of course just joined him. Can’t begin to describe what the wonder I experienced with that one.

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Then, my wife took him to the Lego store where they have big tubs of blocks so you can build whatever you like.  I was at work but she sent me a picture of what he had built all on his own.  A temple. Again, amazement

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I think the seeds of mindfulness appear to be taking root, and I am humbled. I have to admit, this is more encouraging to my practice than any Dharma talk I can imagine.

…joining palms

Being a father

It is said that when Queen Maya was carrying Siddhartha she had a dream. Her dream was translated to mean that when the baby was born, if he stayed home, he would become a world conqueror, but if he left the home, he would become a Buddha. Hearing this, Siddhartha’s father, the king, kept him on his land. We can imagine this was done to protect him, but also so the king would have an heir to his throne when the time came. The king hid all aspects of suffering from Siddhartha during his young life. Then one day Siddhartha left the kingdom and witnessed a sick man, an old man, a dead man, and a monastic. From there we know he went off to find enlightenment.

We all know this story well, and with Father’s Day coming up, I have been thinking about each piece of the story. Most of the time we concentrate on the actions told about Siddhartha, but let us take a different look; a look at the king, Siddhartha’s father.

We can assume he loved his son very much. In his mind he wanted what he thought was best for the boy; riches, status, and a life free from trouble. Maybe even a bit of his own ego was at fault if we assume he wanted to someday have an heir to his throne. As a father, I can understand this very well. And, as a Buddhist, I am thankful that young Siddhartha was able to look past what his father intended for him; and give us the wisdom in which we base our own faith on; the path to enlightenment.

See, as a father, you want the best for your sons and daughters. When you have a child your life no longer belongs to you; it is theirs. Every action must be done with the best of intentions for your children.

And when the time comes, we fathers must also have the wisdom to allow them to go out on their own. Their path to enlightenment is a road only they can travel. May we be fortunate enough to help them take their first step down that path, and allow them to go on their travels…

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at Hsi Lai, originally uploaded by mindonly.

(I wrote this as an article for the upcoming issue of Buddha’s Light Magazine, but since we’re still working on that website, I thought I would post it here for anyone interested in reading.)

Tonight I sat with my son

I’ve been wanting to do this since he was born. Actually, since even before that. I have always known this would be a great way to teach him, but for him to be interested in meditation the timing had to be right. If I was to force it upon him I would be doing the opposite of what was intended. So, I waited until I knew the time was right.

Me: “I have an idea of what we can do later.”

Ian: “What is it Daddy?”

Me: “We can sit like the Buddha; I can help show you. Do you want to try?”

Ian: “Ok, we can try that.”

Perfect. He seemed ready and even interested.

So we did our usual routine, dinner, shower, reading, then get ready for bed. My wife and I have always had him on this nightly schedule during the week. Structure is extremely important and has been great for him. Not a strictness, but a structure. Tonight I was able to add something though.

Once he was ready for bed, he and I sat facing one another.We placed our legs in half lotus position. Placed our palms together in our laps. Straightened our backs. I showed him the most basic beginnings.

Breath in, breath out. That is one.

Breath in, breath out. That is two.

We did this to ten.

It was the first time he had sat, ten was enough. But he did it. Ian sat. May this help his path of mindfulness, no matter where that path takes him.

…joining palms

letting go…

Friday night, Ian had his first sleepover at a friends house. He was so excited, but admittedly, I had a bit of a hard time with it. I knew he would be fine, but I just have a hard time letting go sometimes. I know I have to do it – little by little as he grows up; but there really is no better way of learning what attachment means is there.

Multiple ‘identities’

Any of you that know me, or follow me somewhere across this internet, likely know that I have multiple sites going. I have all of the usual places; Facebook, Twitter, Posterous, YouTube, Flickr, etc. No big deal. But, I also have this blog http://wateronconcrete.net as well as my ‘Digital Business Card’ site http://kris.freedain.com.

The more I think about this, the less I am ok with keeping both going in their current states. At one point, I saw value it the semi-anonymous aspect of having a separate blog, not tied to my name.

Now, I do like my domain name for the blog, but overall, I don’t have a ‘theme’ for it. The blog really is just events in my life.

considering a change…

Congratulations @BillCosby for winning the Mark Twain Prize for American Humor

The 12th Annual Mark Twain Prize for American Humor

Bill Cosby
2009 Prize Recipient

Growing up, I’ve always enjoyed, and appreciated Bill Cosby’s humor. There is nothing I’ve ever seen that can make me laugh like ‘Bill Cosby – Himself’; so much that I usually only watch it 1/2 at a time due to severe, laughter induced, stomach pains.

Mr. Cosby, thank you sir. You are one in a million.

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