Jan. 18th, 2012

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Sanity.
sabrinamari: (The Star)
I've got to say that I'm really impressed with the way things fall apart. I know that birds of a feather flock together and all that, but still, the number of people around me sitting in the detritus of some part of their lives is, well, impressive.

It's like a giant hand swept across the landscape of my friendships and sent large numbers of people head over heels. Wow. The Tower as general background environment.

It's like that Eddie Izzard routine in which he talks about how difficult it is for human beings to grasp the concept of genocide. After one, two, or ten murders, we're almost...impressed. What do you say to a mass murderer?

"My, you must be busy! What does your diary look like? Death, death, death, breakfast. Death, death, death, lunch. I can't even get down to the gym in the morning! How do you do it?"

Luckily, in the scheme of things, The Tower is followed by The Star. Thank goodness. And at some point, you just have to laugh.
sabrinamari: (Godhooks/Transformation)
It's true that things have been a little bit shaky for me lately. But do not worry overmuch, my friends. I am clever, strong, resilient girl, and I have never been handed a plate of arghhhhh without finding some way to make a healthy meal out of it.

I will find every useful morsel and use it to create something beautiful. And then I'll do something really cool with it. Stay tuned for the next amazing turn of the kaleidoscope.

******

And, and...I am teaching today in a formal classroom of my own for the first time in a couple of years. I am crazy excited. There's very little as much fun as working with a group of people who really, really want to be there.

And this is a small seminar full of Ph.D. students, all of whom who want to graduate from a sizable urban studies program focusing on health...

I do believe there is considerable squee in my future.
sabrinamari: (Golden Buddha)
Obstacles can become our teachers

On the night on which he was to attain enlightenment, the Buddha sat under a tree. While he was sitting there, he was attacked by the forces of Mara (the lord of destruction). The story goes that they shot swords and arrows at him, and that their weapons turned into flowers.

What does this story mean? My understanding of it is that what we habitually regard as obstacles are really the way the world and our entire experience teach us where we’re stuck. What may appear to be an arrow or a sword we can actually experience as a flower. Whether we experience what happens to us as an obstacle and enemy or as teacher and friend depends entirely on our perception of reality. It depends on our relationship with ourselves

Pema Chodron

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I used to read this story and think some variant of "Yeah, right." But I just got the opportunity to experience it for myself in a small way. The squee I felt at turning the arrow into a flower was really cool. And I think it was good for both of us. You never know what's going to happen.

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