Having lived around a variety of folks, I've picked up some good wisdom from various belief systems over the years. One of my favorites is a Buddhist idea that the mind is like the sky and emotions are like the clouds. The clouds pass across the sky and don't get stuck there. Another one of my favorites is the soothingly, rhythmically nice sign in a Naropa bathroom, "Please be mindful. Open door slowly so no one gets whacked in the head." I will sometimes chant this to myself as I walk down the street because it has so many peculiar Naropa things going on in this simple little phrase. And I totally can make fun of Naropa, in case anyone needs to see my credentials.
Anyway, I once upon a time realized that even though the sky seems like this remote beautiful blue thing way up high, there isn't a division between air up there and the air I wander through each day. Meaning that I am wandering about through the sky all the time. And while I do enjoy fog (it's clouds on the ground!), I'm not a cloud, no matter how cranky pants I get.
It's amazing how much better I feel after a hot bath, a good grump, and a bit of meditation. I was also mindful on opening my bathroom door. No one got whacked in the head during the writing of this blog.
Yet another Erinku!
wrinkled
toe tips
and James Brown songs
playing across the street
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