<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22037970</id><updated>2011-09-03T16:16:11.131-05:00</updated><category term='ethics'/><category term='christianity'/><category term='Africa'/><category term='HIV'/><category term='logic'/><category term='dukkha nirvana suffering happiness'/><category term='AIDS'/><category term='history'/><title type='text'>iDharma's Meditations</title><subtitle type='html'>Musings, Poetry, Politics &amp;amp; Buddhism</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dharmasattva8.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22037970/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dharmasattva8.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22037970/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>iDharma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09286636922428762448</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_plQSoraLYTM/S3huy7mLkTI/AAAAAAAAAGo/igBZGJ5_0rY/S220/idharma.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>149</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22037970.post-2666019358905781753</id><published>2010-02-15T12:17:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-15T12:29:25.756-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Pema Chodron on applying compassion practice to difficult people (or, why am I so damn tired?)</title><content type='html'>I found this on the &lt;a href="http://www.shambhala.org/teachers/pema/compassion.php"&gt;Shambala site&lt;/a&gt; and wanted to share it with you:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You think of the difficult person or people and you wish for them to be free of suffering and the root of suffering. Now, a very interesting thing often happens here. You can really get into wishing them to be free of suffering, because you think if they could be free . . . basically you want them to be the way you want them to be, you know. Could they be free of their lousy personality so that I could feel better?  This you might call not quite compassion. It's more like justifying your dislike of them by using a compassion practice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the other thing is, of course, being glad that they're suffering. Hard to face, but true. When we really dislike people, maybe we're well aware or maybe we'll get more in touch with it by doing this practice but there's a lot of rejoicing, almost, about their misfortune. Because basically they hurt you and you want them to suffer too. So you're glad when you hear that things aren't going well for them. And you feel pretty unhappy when you hear that everything is fine for them. Those kinds of feelings come up about people that we find difficult. So, rather than feeling bad about that just notice that that's what happening. Have a sense of humor. Whatever it is, let the words go and notice the effect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes with difficult people, I find it is also quite helpful to actually imagine different scenarios for them. I have actually cooked up some real genuine compassion for some of the very difficult people in my life by beginning to think of, for instance, something happening to one of their children or something that I know that, if that degree of misfortune happened to them, I wouldn't be glad, that I would really feel compassion for them. So you can use your imagination here if it helps you to feel some kind of compassion for someone who your heart is shut to, a difficult person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other words, you find the person or people and you encourage this feeling by saying the words, "May they be free of suffering and the root of suffering." And then you notice the effect. Then you expand the whole thing by moving onto the next stage. So we keep expanding it in this way, and just notice what happens. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I rather wish I had read this a week ago so I could have had it in mind when FIL was visiting. But in a sense, I was kind of trying to do this by trying to acknowledge my feelings about him and the &lt;em&gt;shenpa &lt;/em&gt;he triggers in me, and by trying to be mindful of the suffering he has known (self-inflicted or otherwise). By doing these things, I can try to transform the &lt;em&gt;shenpa &lt;/em&gt;by acknowledging it and thus practice &lt;em&gt;shenluk&lt;/em&gt;, which Pema Chodron explains in &lt;a href="http://www.shambhala.org/teachers/pema/shenpa3a.php"&gt;one of her teachings&lt;/a&gt;. She points out that, "The interesting thing is that there is no way to really renounce shenpa...[except by] seeing clearly and fully experiencing the &lt;em&gt;shenpa&lt;/em&gt;."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to confess, though, that it's not easy. In fact, managing &lt;em&gt;shenpa &lt;/em&gt;by way of &lt;em&gt;shenluk&lt;/em&gt; is exhausting. Perhaps with practice, it becomes less so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the meantime, I'd totally exhausted by the whole ordeal.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22037970-2666019358905781753?l=dharmasattva8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dharmasattva8.blogspot.com/feeds/2666019358905781753/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22037970&amp;postID=2666019358905781753&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22037970/posts/default/2666019358905781753'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22037970/posts/default/2666019358905781753'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dharmasattva8.blogspot.com/2010/02/pema-chodron-on-applying-compassion.html' title='Pema Chodron on applying compassion practice to difficult people (or, why am I so damn tired?)'/><author><name>iDharma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09286636922428762448</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_plQSoraLYTM/S3huy7mLkTI/AAAAAAAAAGo/igBZGJ5_0rY/S220/idharma.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22037970.post-4440693613020157853</id><published>2010-02-14T22:02:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-15T09:28:31.110-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Struggling with Equanimity</title><content type='html'>This weekend and the weekend before last (plus a few days in between), my husband and I have hosted his father at our house.  It's proven to be a challenging time for me, not the least because it presents an interesting challenge in my Buddhist practice. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My father in law (henceforth, "FIL") is 82 years old and, since his divorce in the mid-1970s, has lived alone. He had an unhappy childhood—his own parents divorcing when he was young, his father severing all contact with the family, and his self-absorbed mother sent him off to a military boarding school when he was just 6 or 7. He harbors an unrelenting hatred of his mother (who died years ago) and his younger brother, whom he blames for getting him into trouble innumerable times when they were boys. To this day he does not speak to him—the only person from his youth still alive. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could go on and on, but won't. The bottom line is that he is often mean-spirited, downright cruel at times, and he suspects others of being dishonest while himself having a history of lying, snooping, stealing and manipulating others for his own (often merely psychic) benefit. He is inconsiderate often in the most bizarre ways—e.g. leaving the bathroom door cracked open when taking a piss.  (No, I'm serious.)  I hate to say it, but I'm glad he's going home. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So on the one hand, FIL is the poster-boy for Wrong Speech, Wrong Understanding, etc.—everything the Buddha and Buddhist teachers have warned about. FIL personifies the Buddhist maxim that says he who tries to hold on to fire gets burned: embittered by the wrongs done to him (and which he perceives have been done to him), he is a bitter, lonely old man, smoldering with anger and resentment. He seldom thinks of the needs of others, the suffering of others or the impact of his actions or words on others. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When he's around, I can feel my muscles tense, my jaw clench, my brow furrow, and my whole mood sour. But it's not FIL who does this to me—I do it to myself. I let my own feelings of anger, distrust and resentment build up inside of me by failing to express openhearted compassion towards him. I try, but it's very hard. He's said and done horrible things to people I love, but I have to acknowledge that, look past that and try to treat him with mettā. So it has been a struggle. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, as he drives away tomorrow, I will try to send thoughts of mettā his way as I hope for an end to suffering—his, mine, and that of all beings. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Namasté. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--- &lt;br /&gt;With metta,&lt;br /&gt;iDharma&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22037970-4440693613020157853?l=dharmasattva8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dharmasattva8.blogspot.com/feeds/4440693613020157853/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22037970&amp;postID=4440693613020157853&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22037970/posts/default/4440693613020157853'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22037970/posts/default/4440693613020157853'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dharmasattva8.blogspot.com/2010/02/struggling-with-equanimity.html' title='Struggling with Equanimity'/><author><name>iDharma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09286636922428762448</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_plQSoraLYTM/S3huy7mLkTI/AAAAAAAAAGo/igBZGJ5_0rY/S220/idharma.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22037970.post-5688268240003358697</id><published>2010-02-14T16:37:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-14T16:39:48.972-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Convergence</title><content type='html'>As my Twitter persona nears 1,000 followers, the time has come for me to put my Twitter &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;nom de plume&lt;/span&gt; on top of my blog.  Hopefully this will help me stop being such a schmo and actually post to my blog more often.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~iDharma&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22037970-5688268240003358697?l=dharmasattva8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dharmasattva8.blogspot.com/feeds/5688268240003358697/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22037970&amp;postID=5688268240003358697&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22037970/posts/default/5688268240003358697'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22037970/posts/default/5688268240003358697'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dharmasattva8.blogspot.com/2010/02/convergence.html' title='Convergence'/><author><name>iDharma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09286636922428762448</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_plQSoraLYTM/S3huy7mLkTI/AAAAAAAAAGo/igBZGJ5_0rY/S220/idharma.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22037970.post-3081088746673179923</id><published>2009-12-21T17:53:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-21T17:53:48.887-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Salvation Army—an opposing view</title><content type='html'>Saw this today linked to on Twitter: &lt;br /&gt;http://bit.ly/4qDXzA &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't be sure of how true some of the allegations are, but I wanted to share it in the interest of fairness. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Comments, anyone?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--- &lt;br /&gt;With metta,&lt;br /&gt;d.s.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22037970-3081088746673179923?l=dharmasattva8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dharmasattva8.blogspot.com/feeds/3081088746673179923/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22037970&amp;postID=3081088746673179923&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22037970/posts/default/3081088746673179923'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22037970/posts/default/3081088746673179923'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dharmasattva8.blogspot.com/2009/12/salvation-armyan-opposing-view.html' title='Salvation Army—an opposing view'/><author><name>iDharma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09286636922428762448</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_plQSoraLYTM/S3huy7mLkTI/AAAAAAAAAGo/igBZGJ5_0rY/S220/idharma.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22037970.post-305209939105884689</id><published>2009-12-19T18:17:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-19T18:17:41.359-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Salvation Army</title><content type='html'>Every year, in the weeks between Thanksgiving and Christmas, there's a Salvation Army bell-ringer posted by the entrance to the local Publix supermarket. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In general, I find evangelism and missionary activity (of any kind and any creed) distasteful. But when it comes to the Salvation Army, I've always reached into my wallet to slip a five-spot into the bell-ringer's red can. Why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess it's because the S.A.'s activities seem less exploitative than other forms of missionary activity. I have the impression—perhaps mistaken—that the helping comes first at the S.A. and the preaching of God's Word is secondary. (I'd be interested to hear from anybody who has actually received assistance from the S.A. to share their experience in this regard.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Far too many "people of faith" profess a creed but do not put those beliefs to work to help their neighbors. I am therefore pleased when a Christian group puts down their Bibles to minister to the non-spiritual needs of the poor and suffering. There are 200 million some-odd Christians in the U.S. but far, far fewer who act "Christlike."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have no problem with giving help to those who need it and, should the needy want spiritual guidance, too, giving them that, too—as long as the latter isn't a prerequisite for the former.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope I'm not engaging in wishful thinking here, but please "call me on it" if I am. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy holidays to you all!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--- &lt;br /&gt;With metta,&lt;br /&gt;d.s.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22037970-305209939105884689?l=dharmasattva8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dharmasattva8.blogspot.com/feeds/305209939105884689/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22037970&amp;postID=305209939105884689&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22037970/posts/default/305209939105884689'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22037970/posts/default/305209939105884689'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dharmasattva8.blogspot.com/2009/12/salvation-army.html' title='Salvation Army'/><author><name>iDharma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09286636922428762448</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_plQSoraLYTM/S3huy7mLkTI/AAAAAAAAAGo/igBZGJ5_0rY/S220/idharma.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22037970.post-8638160504108971828</id><published>2009-09-06T17:44:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-06T17:44:45.481-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Health care reform</title><content type='html'>We cannot call ours a just society if we do not guarantee every man, woman and child a basic level of care—preventative, curative, ameliorative and palliative—for their bodies and minds.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do not understand those who would deny to others the health care that they themselves enjoy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Underneath all the reasons have given for opposing universal coverage and a public option, there seems a basic principle: some people's lives, health, livelihoods and happiness are just less important than others'. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is a blindness out there to the suffering of others. For anyone following any spiritual path, this is antithetical to the path of righteousness. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I hear my conservative Christian friends rail against universal coverage and the public option, I remind them what Jesus said in the Gospel of Matthew:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“When the Son of Man comes in his glory, and all the angels with him, he will sit on his throne in heavenly glory. All the nations will be gathered before him, and he will separate the people one from another as a shepherd separates the sheep from the goats. He will put the sheep on his right and the goats on his left.&lt;br /&gt;“Then the King will say to those on his right, ‘Come, you who are blessed by my Father; take your inheritance, the kingdom prepared for you since the creation of the world. For I was hungry and you gave me something to eat, I was thirsty and you gave me something to drink, I was a stranger and you invited me in, I needed clothes and you clothed me, I was sick and you looked after me, I was in prison and you came to visit me.’&lt;br /&gt;“Then the righteous will answer him, ‘Lord, when did we see you hungry and feed you, or thirsty and give you something to drink? When did we see you a stranger and invite you in, or needing clothes and clothe you? When did we see you sick or in prison and go to visit you?’&lt;br /&gt;“The King will reply, ‘I tell you the truth, whatever you did for one of the least of these brothers of mine, you did for me.’"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just as people are to be judged by the manner in which they treat the poor and downtrodden, so are societies. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will we as Americans take it upon ourselves to provide for the least among us?  Or will we, callously and selfishly, allow our brothers and sisters to slip through the cracks for the benefit of the affluent?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I pray we come to our senses. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--- &lt;br /&gt;With metta,&lt;br /&gt;d.s.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22037970-8638160504108971828?l=dharmasattva8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dharmasattva8.blogspot.com/feeds/8638160504108971828/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22037970&amp;postID=8638160504108971828&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22037970/posts/default/8638160504108971828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22037970/posts/default/8638160504108971828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dharmasattva8.blogspot.com/2009/09/health-care-reform.html' title='Health care reform'/><author><name>iDharma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09286636922428762448</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_plQSoraLYTM/S3huy7mLkTI/AAAAAAAAAGo/igBZGJ5_0rY/S220/idharma.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22037970.post-8826399112773180052</id><published>2009-07-20T20:52:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-20T20:52:33.713-05:00</updated><title type='text'>F*** My Life</title><content type='html'>I've started reading FML (thanks to a really easy to use iPhone app) and find it simultaneously hilarious and profound. The hilariousness is obvious: I challenge you to read more than 3 of these blurbs without laughing out loud. But...profound?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The thing is, after reading a few dozen of these usually somewhat funny tales of woe, I realized we all have these "oh fuck me" moments. It serves as a useful reminder to be more compassionate of others—and myself—in such situations. I tend to be very hard on myself. Maybe FML will help me remember that I'm not the only one that has those kinds of troubles. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So give F*** My Life a look. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--- &lt;br /&gt;With metta,&lt;br /&gt;d.s.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22037970-8826399112773180052?l=dharmasattva8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dharmasattva8.blogspot.com/feeds/8826399112773180052/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22037970&amp;postID=8826399112773180052&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22037970/posts/default/8826399112773180052'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22037970/posts/default/8826399112773180052'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dharmasattva8.blogspot.com/2009/07/f-my-life.html' title='F*** My Life'/><author><name>iDharma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09286636922428762448</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_plQSoraLYTM/S3huy7mLkTI/AAAAAAAAAGo/igBZGJ5_0rY/S220/idharma.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22037970.post-1327980326153663945</id><published>2009-07-11T21:33:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-11T21:37:16.564-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Pema Chödrön</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;Whenever I feel like I need a "reset," a renewed sense of purpose in my practice, I sit down and listen to Ani Pema deliver her dharma talks on shenpa in "Getting Unstuck." Her teachings on shenpa make so much sense  and offer practical tips to neutralize the shenpa's effects.  I highly recommend you check it out and  give "Getting "Unstuck" a listen.    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Namaste. &lt;br /&gt;--- &lt;br /&gt;With metta,&lt;br /&gt;d.s.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22037970-1327980326153663945?l=dharmasattva8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dharmasattva8.blogspot.com/feeds/1327980326153663945/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22037970&amp;postID=1327980326153663945&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22037970/posts/default/1327980326153663945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22037970/posts/default/1327980326153663945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dharmasattva8.blogspot.com/2009/07/pema-chodron.html' title='Pema Chödrön'/><author><name>iDharma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09286636922428762448</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_plQSoraLYTM/S3huy7mLkTI/AAAAAAAAAGo/igBZGJ5_0rY/S220/idharma.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22037970.post-7486321300017260549</id><published>2009-07-07T21:37:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-07T21:46:14.929-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Rip currents (repost from 2007)</title><content type='html'>What follows is a reposting of a blog entry I made back in 2007.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_plQSoraLYTM/SlQITRFIIBI/AAAAAAAAAFs/hhTSd8vUP4w/s1600-h/water.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_plQSoraLYTM/SlQITRFIIBI/AAAAAAAAAFs/hhTSd8vUP4w/s320/water.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355914983945805842" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Standing fast in the current,&lt;br /&gt;I feel it swirling around my ankles,&lt;br /&gt;pulling me under.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The more I try to stand fast,&lt;br /&gt;the stronger the water tugs me down,&lt;br /&gt;irresistable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I see the sandy beach,&lt;br /&gt;and I move gently against the waves,&lt;br /&gt;parallel to shore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No longer am I struggling,&lt;br /&gt;and the riptide loosens its angry grip,&lt;br /&gt;and I free myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;______&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;A theme common to the teachings of my favorite teachers&lt;/span&gt;—Pema Chödrön, Thich Nhat Hanh and Lama Surya Das—is that the key to release from suffering and samsara is mindfulness, or what Pema Chödrön calls "learning to stay." It is not a question of no longer having negative feelings or cravings, but rather learning to gently and with lovingkindess understand the feeling or craving without letting it drive us into habitual behaviors of self-harm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In Florida, there is a common and occasionally lethal ocean phenomenon called a riptide or rip current. A rip current is a strong flow of water returning seaward from the shore, and it can catch swimmers (and especially non-swimmers) unaware and push them farther away from shore. The majority of people who drown in rip currents (causing about 100 fatal drownings in the U.S. each year) do so because they exhaust themselves fighting the current.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One can survive (escape) a rip current in one of two ways: either by floating with the current until it subsides (which works if one is a strong enough swimmer to swim back to shore after being pushed 100 or so feet out) or to move out of the current by swimming parallel to shore. Florida beachgoers are warned that they should not under any circumstances attempt to fight the current, which can be very strong (as fast as 2.5 meters per second).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think this advice works with cravings and negative feelings, too. Fighting them can create its own difficulties (e.g. guilt). Pema Chödrön teaches that when one feels the tightening, one should gently and without judgment acknowledge the feeling with curiosity, and that in this way one can avoid getting "stuck" or, using my analogy, being carried away by the rip current of one's own angst.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;metta&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;D.S.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22037970-7486321300017260549?l=dharmasattva8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dharmasattva8.blogspot.com/feeds/7486321300017260549/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22037970&amp;postID=7486321300017260549&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22037970/posts/default/7486321300017260549'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22037970/posts/default/7486321300017260549'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dharmasattva8.blogspot.com/2009/07/rip-currents-repost-from-2007.html' title='Rip currents (repost from 2007)'/><author><name>iDharma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09286636922428762448</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_plQSoraLYTM/S3huy7mLkTI/AAAAAAAAAGo/igBZGJ5_0rY/S220/idharma.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_plQSoraLYTM/SlQITRFIIBI/AAAAAAAAAFs/hhTSd8vUP4w/s72-c/water.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22037970.post-5455119912887769582</id><published>2009-07-07T18:57:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-07T18:58:07.092-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Return from extended silence...</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;Life got busy, and I stopped blogging. Since then, I started a novel but the story and my enthusiasm for it faded. The technology of online communication evolved: now, I'm a regular Facebook'er and Twitterer. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But my heart and love of the dharma haven't changed or faded. I don't always meditate as often as I should, but I try to live mindfully and compassionately. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've thought about restarting my blog. So here I am, back again. I never really went away, but fell silent in the blogosphere. But I have found my voice again. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stay tuned :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--- &lt;br /&gt;With metta,&lt;br /&gt;d.s.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22037970-5455119912887769582?l=dharmasattva8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dharmasattva8.blogspot.com/feeds/5455119912887769582/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22037970&amp;postID=5455119912887769582&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22037970/posts/default/5455119912887769582'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22037970/posts/default/5455119912887769582'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dharmasattva8.blogspot.com/2009/07/return-from-extended-silence.html' title='Return from extended silence...'/><author><name>iDharma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09286636922428762448</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_plQSoraLYTM/S3huy7mLkTI/AAAAAAAAAGo/igBZGJ5_0rY/S220/idharma.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22037970.post-6967923454376596207</id><published>2007-04-08T12:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-04-08T12:32:13.152-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Anti-war movie</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.wintersoldierfilm.com/images/still_lg_scott_camil.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://www.wintersoldierfilm.com/images/still_lg_scott_camil.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Scott Camil, one of the veterans featured in &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Winter Soldier&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;My husband rented the most amazing movie this weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a 1972 film called &lt;a href="http://www.wintersoldierfilm.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Winter Soldier&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; and it's a documentary about a testimonial event sponsored by the Vietnam Veterans Against the War.  &lt;span class="normal"&gt;In February 1971, shortly after the My Lai massacre was made public, VVAW sponsored a public inquiry into war crimes committed by U.S. forces in Vietnam.  The event, called the Winter Soldier Investigation, was held at a Howard Johnson hotel in Detroit and featured more than 120 combat veterans (most of them young men in their late teens and early 20s) describing atrocities they had witnessed and committed during their tours in Vietnam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The film is captivating.  It shows clearly that My Lai was in no way an isolated instance of atrocity but part of a pattern of war crimes committed by American soldiers and marines with the full knowledge of their acquiesent commanders.   Listening to the veterans speak, one feels sorry for them having to live through what they did, and it seems that the things they did are natural consequences of men living under the daily stresses of war and have happened over and over again in war since Neolithic times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I recommend that you all check it out.  The film has a lot to say about Vietnam and war generally, and makes you think about what is going on in Iraq and Afghanistan now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Namaste.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22037970-6967923454376596207?l=dharmasattva8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dharmasattva8.blogspot.com/feeds/6967923454376596207/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22037970&amp;postID=6967923454376596207&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22037970/posts/default/6967923454376596207'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22037970/posts/default/6967923454376596207'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dharmasattva8.blogspot.com/2007/04/anti-war-movie.html' title='Anti-war movie'/><author><name>iDharma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09286636922428762448</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_plQSoraLYTM/S3huy7mLkTI/AAAAAAAAAGo/igBZGJ5_0rY/S220/idharma.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22037970.post-1212607612084516260</id><published>2007-03-08T20:17:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-07T21:41:55.960-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Rip currents</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.ocean.com/resources/%20%20%200061/rip1.jpg?0.8416527338625802"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px;" src="http://www.ocean.com/resources/%20%20%200061/rip1.jpg?0.8416527338625802" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Standing fast in the current,&lt;br /&gt;I feel it swirling around my ankles,&lt;br /&gt;pulling me under.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The more I try to stand fast,&lt;br /&gt;the stronger the water tugs me down,&lt;br /&gt;irresistable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I see the sandy beach,&lt;br /&gt;and I move gently against the waves,&lt;br /&gt;parallel to shore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No longer am I struggling,&lt;br /&gt;and the riptide loosens its angry grip,&lt;br /&gt;and I free myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;______&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;A theme common to the teachings of my favorite teachers&lt;/span&gt;—Pema Chödrön, Thich Nhat Hanh and Lama Surya Das—is that the key to release from suffering and samsara is mindfulness, or what Pema Chödrön calls "learning to stay."  It is not a question of no longer having negative feelings or cravings, but rather learning to gently and with lovingkindess understand the feeling or craving without letting it drive us into habitual behaviors of self-harm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In Florida, there is a common and occasionally lethal ocean phenomenon called a riptide or rip current.  A rip current is a strong flow of water returning seaward from the shore, and it can catch swimmers (and especially non-swimmers) unaware and push them farther away from shore.  The majority of people who drown in rip currents (causing about 100 fatal drownings in the U.S. each year) do so because they exhaust themselves fighting the current.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One can survive (escape) a rip current in one of two ways: either by floating with the current until it subsides (which works if one is a strong enough swimmer to swim back to shore after being pushed 100 or so feet out) or to move out of the current by swimming parallel to shore.  Florida beachgoers are warned that they should not under any circumstances attempt to fight the current, which can be very strong (as fast as 2.5 meters per second).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think this advice works with cravings and negative feelings, too.  Fighting them can create its own difficulties (e.g. guilt).  Pema Chödrön teaches that when one feels the tightening, one should gently and without judgment acknowledge the feeling with curiosity, and that in this way one can avoid getting "stuck" or, using my analogy, being carried away by the rip current of one's own angst.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;metta&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;D.S.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22037970-1212607612084516260?l=dharmasattva8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dharmasattva8.blogspot.com/feeds/1212607612084516260/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22037970&amp;postID=1212607612084516260&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22037970/posts/default/1212607612084516260'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22037970/posts/default/1212607612084516260'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dharmasattva8.blogspot.com/2007/03/undertow.html' title='Rip currents'/><author><name>iDharma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09286636922428762448</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_plQSoraLYTM/S3huy7mLkTI/AAAAAAAAAGo/igBZGJ5_0rY/S220/idharma.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22037970.post-6329843227662380086</id><published>2007-03-06T20:03:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-03-08T20:16:50.171-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Amazing images of our amazing Earth</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I found the most amazing web site that I just must share with you all:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's called &lt;a href="http://earth.imagico.de/gallery-menu.php"&gt;Views of the Earth&lt;/a&gt; and it showcases truly gorgeous computer-generated images by a young man from Freiburg, Germany named Christoph Hormann. He has taken two-dimensional satellite images of certain features of our Earth (some well-known, others obscure, but all beautiful) and rendered them into 3D, photo-like perspectives:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_plQSoraLYTM/RfCz3cRDqzI/AAAAAAAAACk/qNJOw9e2-eY/s1600-h/everest_small.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_plQSoraLYTM/RfCz3cRDqzI/AAAAAAAAACk/qNJOw9e2-eY/s400/everest_small.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5039725748089498418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Above:  &lt;/span&gt;The India-Nepal border; Mt. Everest is in the background with the Tibetan Plateau in the upper right&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Below: &lt;/span&gt;East-central Alaska, featuring Mt. McKinley, Ruth Glacier, Edridge Glacier &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;and the Chulitna River.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_plQSoraLYTM/RfCzWMRDqyI/AAAAAAAAACc/EudVHM9vvu4/s1600-h/alaska2_small.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_plQSoraLYTM/RfCzWMRDqyI/AAAAAAAAACc/EudVHM9vvu4/s400/alaska2_small.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5039725176858848034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please visit his site and enjoy his wonderful art which reminds us how beautiful, how enduring and yet ever-changing our planet is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;metta&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;D.S.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22037970-6329843227662380086?l=dharmasattva8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dharmasattva8.blogspot.com/feeds/6329843227662380086/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22037970&amp;postID=6329843227662380086&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22037970/posts/default/6329843227662380086'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22037970/posts/default/6329843227662380086'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dharmasattva8.blogspot.com/2007/03/amazing-images-of-our-amazing-earth.html' title='Amazing images of our amazing Earth'/><author><name>iDharma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09286636922428762448</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_plQSoraLYTM/S3huy7mLkTI/AAAAAAAAAGo/igBZGJ5_0rY/S220/idharma.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_plQSoraLYTM/RfCz3cRDqzI/AAAAAAAAACk/qNJOw9e2-eY/s72-c/everest_small.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22037970.post-724668832222218839</id><published>2007-02-27T21:07:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-02-27T22:24:29.195-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='history'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='christianity'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='logic'/><title type='text'>The logic of Christian belief</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.frugalsites.net/jesus/images/Wrists1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px;" src="http://www.frugalsites.net/jesus/images/Wrists1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was cruising the spiritual Web tonight and found the following on a "Q &amp; A" page about the Bible as the Word of God:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Question 4: Are Christians guilty of circular  reasoning?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;&lt;b&gt;A:&lt;/b&gt; A charge that is frequently leveled against the Bible is that Christians  argue in circles. The charge goes that Christians claim the Bible as the inspired  Word of God and as proof, quote a passage from the Bible that says so.  This type of argumentation is known as begging the question, or circular reasoning.  It is based on assuming something to be true, using that assumption as fact to  prove another assumption and using the "proved" assumption to prove your original  assumption! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;Some Christians (and many non-Christians) do argue in circles, but about the  Bible they certainly don't need to. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;Instead of assuming the Bible is the Word of God, we can begin by demonstrating  that the Scriptures are reliable and trustworthy historical documents. This is  confirmed by applying the ordinary test of historical criticism to the Scriptures.  After establishing that the Bible is a valid historical record, the next point  is realizing that Jesus Christ claims to be the unique Son of God and that He  bases this claim on His forthcoming resurrection from the dead. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;Next, we examine the evidence for the resurrection contained in this historic  document and find that the arguments overwhelmingly support the contention that  Christ has risen from the dead. If this is true, then He is the unique Son of  God as He claimed to be. If He is indeed God, then He speaks with authority on  all matters. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;Since Jesus considered the Old Testament to be the Word of God (Matthew 15:1-4,  5:17, 18) and promised His disciples, who either wrote or had control over the  writing of the New Testament books, that the Holy Spirit would bring all things  back to their remembrance (John 14:26), therefore we can insist, with sound and  accurate logic, that the Bible is God's Word. This is not circular reasoning.  It is establishing certain facts and basing conclusions on the sound, logical  outcome of these facts. The case for Christianity can be established by ordinary  means of historical investigation.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;(From &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);" href="http://www.needhim.org/1/bible/bible4.shtml"&gt;Answers to Tough Questions About the Bible&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's curious to me that a logical defense of Christian belief would be so illogical.  The way I read it, the author above seems to argue that the Bible is a trustworthy source of information because it holds up to historical scrutiny.   What kind of historical scrutiny?  Well, all the author can say is, "Instead of assuming the Bible is the Word of God, we can begin by demonstrating  that the Scriptures are reliable and trustworthy historical documents. This is  confirmed by applying the ordinary test of historical criticism to the Scriptures. "  Elsewhere on the same website, the author references "one liberal scholar" named &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/John_A.T._Robinson"&gt;John A. T. Robinson&lt;/a&gt; and we are told, "The evidence points out that the documents were not written long after the  events, but within close proximity to them, and people wrote them during the period  when many eyewitnesses or people acquainted with the facts were still living.  The inescapable conclusion is that the New Testament picture of Christ can be  trusted."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not sure how "inescapable" this conclusion really is.   If one were talking about any other document—a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www2.blogger.com/www.nytimes.com"&gt;New York Times&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/span&gt;news article or a &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Thomas-Jefferson-R-B-Bernstein/dp/0195181301/sr=8-1/qid=1172629288/ref=pd_bbs_sr_1/103-5246105-3030231?ie=UTF8&amp;s=books"&gt;biography of Thomas Jefferson&lt;/a&gt;—then it would be reasonable to assess the factual basis of that document by comparing it with other works on the same topic.  For example, if the news article contained factual statements that were not present in or contradicted by other news articles on the same topic, one would question the veracity of those statements and seek to independently verify the statements with reference to other reports.  However, the authors of the Q &amp;amp; A at &lt;a href="http://www2.blogger.com/www.needhim.org"&gt;www.needhim.org&lt;/a&gt; make no attempt to assess the veracity of the Biblical accounts by comparing them to contemporary sources (e.g. the writings of the first century writer &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Josephus"&gt;Josephus&lt;/a&gt;, who wrote about the First Jewish War).  Instead, the authors seem to look only to compare the factual statements in the New Testament with one another: "It is important to remember that two statements may differ from each other  without being contradictory.  Some fail to make a distinction between contradiction  and difference."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I respect the fact that Christianity and belief in the message of Jesus have been very helpful and inspirational to many people.  However, speaking only for myself, I have always struggled with any belief system—including the Jewish faith of my upbringing—that depends so much on premises which cannot be independently verified or subjected to rigorous analysis.  Honestly, one of the things that caused me to turn to Buddhist practice as a way of expressing my spiritual self was the Buddha's famous instruction about belief:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;“Believe nothing because a wise man said it.&lt;br /&gt;Believe nothing because it is generally held.&lt;br /&gt;Believe nothing because it is written.&lt;br /&gt;Believe nothing because it is said to be divine.&lt;br /&gt;Believe nothing because someone else believes it.&lt;br /&gt;But believe only what you yourself judge to be true."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Kalama Sutra&lt;/span&gt;, AN 3.65)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teachers of Buddhist thought going all the way back to Gothama Siddartha himself encourage their students to think critically about ideas and to subject their assumptions to rigorous analysis.  Attachment to one's closely-held beliefs without such questioning is discouraged in Buddhist practice, whereas I think many systems of belief (including most forms of Christianity) encourage practitioners to take a "&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Leap_of_faith"&gt;leap of faith&lt;/a&gt;."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps I am overreacting and taking the whole &lt;a href="http://www2.blogger.com/www.needhim.org"&gt;www.needhim.org&lt;/a&gt; thing too seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;metta,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;D.S.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22037970-724668832222218839?l=dharmasattva8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dharmasattva8.blogspot.com/feeds/724668832222218839/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22037970&amp;postID=724668832222218839&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22037970/posts/default/724668832222218839'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22037970/posts/default/724668832222218839'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dharmasattva8.blogspot.com/2007/02/logic-of-christian-belief.html' title='The logic of Christian belief'/><author><name>iDharma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09286636922428762448</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_plQSoraLYTM/S3huy7mLkTI/AAAAAAAAAGo/igBZGJ5_0rY/S220/idharma.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22037970.post-949318817582206706</id><published>2007-02-26T21:46:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-02-26T22:00:08.955-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Dust in the (Stellar) Wind</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://a52.g.akamaitech.net/f/52/827/1d/www.space.com/amazingimages/images/foxfur2005-03-03web_wm_cte.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px;" src="http://a52.g.akamaitech.net/f/52/827/1d/www.space.com/amazingimages/images/foxfur2005-03-03web_wm_cte.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I think we all get too carried away with ourselves.   I know I do!  Pema Chödrön calls this "ego-clinging."  The concept is that, try as we may to think thoughts of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;metta&lt;/span&gt; and the well-being of others, most of us spend the majority of our waking moments acting as if "it's all about me."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In any case, I was doing a little web-surfing tonight and found some wonderful photographs of nebulae at &lt;a href="http://www.space.com/"&gt;space.com&lt;/a&gt;.  Nebulae (plural of nebula), in case you don't know (I didn't!) are interstellar clouds of gas, dust and plasma.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Nebulae are the &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Stellar_evolution" title="Stellar evolution"&gt;birthplace of stars&lt;/a&gt;. They are formed when very diffuse &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Molecular_cloud" title="Molecular cloud"&gt;molecular clouds&lt;/a&gt; begin to collapse under their own gravity, often due to the influence of a nearby &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Supernova" title="Supernova"&gt;supernova&lt;/a&gt; explosion. The cloud collapses and fragments, sometimes forming hundreds of new stars. The newly-formed stars &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Ionization" title="Ionization"&gt;ionize&lt;/a&gt; the surrounding gas to produce an &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Emission_nebula" title="Emission nebula"&gt;emission nebula&lt;/a&gt;. The nebula's gravity pulls the cloud inward and it starts to spin in the middle eventually gaining enough friction to be hot enough for nuclear fusion to occur.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Other nebulae are formed by the death of stars; a star that undergoes the transition to a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-style: italic;" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/White_dwarf" title="White dwarf"&gt;white dwarf&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; blows off its outer layer to form a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-style: italic;" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Planetary_nebula" title="Planetary nebula"&gt;planetary nebula&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-style: italic;" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Nova" title="Nova"&gt;Novae&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-style: italic;" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Supernova" title="Supernova"&gt;supernovae&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; can also create nebulae known as &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-style: italic;" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Nova_remnant" title="Nova remnant"&gt;nova remnants&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-style: italic;" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Supernova_remnant" title="Supernova remnant"&gt;supernova remnants&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;, respectively." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;(From &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Main_Page"&gt;Wikipedia&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;It reminded me of the line in that song by Kansas, "Dust in the Wind," that reminds us:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I close my eyes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Only for a moment and the moment's gone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; All my dreams&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Pass before my eyes, a curiosity...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Same old song&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Just a drop of water in an endless sea&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; All we do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Crumbles to the ground&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Though we refuse to see...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Now don't hang on&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Nothin' lasts forever but the earth and sky&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; It slips away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; And all your money won't another minute buy...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, just remember...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All we are is dust in the (stellar) wind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Namaste.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22037970-949318817582206706?l=dharmasattva8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dharmasattva8.blogspot.com/feeds/949318817582206706/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22037970&amp;postID=949318817582206706&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22037970/posts/default/949318817582206706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22037970/posts/default/949318817582206706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dharmasattva8.blogspot.com/2007/02/dust-in-stellar-wind.html' title='Dust in the (Stellar) Wind'/><author><name>iDharma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09286636922428762448</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_plQSoraLYTM/S3huy7mLkTI/AAAAAAAAAGo/igBZGJ5_0rY/S220/idharma.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22037970.post-6498803072063557275</id><published>2007-02-23T20:32:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-02-23T21:35:28.761-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Africa'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ethics'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='AIDS'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='HIV'/><title type='text'>Circumcision and sīla</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.avert.org/photo_library/images/normal_photo_no_511.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://www.avert.org/photo_library/images/normal_photo_no_511.JPG" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Above: A mother and daughter in an AIDS hospice in Malawi; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;the mother transmitted the HIV virus to the daughter &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" &gt;in utero&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After seeing an &lt;a href="http://www.nytimes.com/2007/02/23/science/23hiv.html?_r=1&amp;oref=slogin"&gt;article on AIDS and circumcision in the New York Times&lt;/a&gt; today, I want to comment on circumcision, which is often criticized, especially in Buddhist circles, as being an unnecessary and painful elective procedure with no medical value.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is &lt;a href="http://www3.niaid.nih.gov/news/newsreleases/2006/AMC12_06.htm"&gt;very convincing medical evidence&lt;/a&gt; that circumcision reduces the rate of transmission for sexually transmitted diseases, especially HIV/AIDS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Buddha taught us to do no harm, and to do what is helpful and beneficial to other beings. The Buddha further taught us that sometimes doing some harm may be necessary in order to prevent a greater harm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To understand what kind of "greater harm" is at stake, consider the following:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are more than 38,000,000 cases of HIV/AIDS worldwide, of which more than 24,000,000 (more than 60%) are in Subsaharan Africa.  There were approximately 2,500,000 new HIV infections in Africa in 2005 alone, and millions more every year.  Almost 30% of the global number of people living with HIV live in southern Africa (Angola, Namibia, Zambia, Zimbabwe, Botswana, Malawi, Mozambique, South Africa, the two small states of Lesotho and Swaziland and the island of Madagascar) where only 2% of the world's population reside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HIV/AIDS is killing millions of people worldwide, and a recent, double-blind (i.e. scientifically valid) study among African men showed that the rate of HIV transmission was reduced by 65% by circumcision.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the &lt;i&gt;Upāyakauśalya-sūtra&lt;/i&gt; there is a story about the Buddha killing a being in order to save others. While on board a ship, the Buddha discovered that there was a robber who intended to kill all five hundred of his fellow passengers. The Buddha decided to kill the robber, not only for the sake of his fellow passengers but also to save the robber himself from the karmic consequences of his horrendous act. In doing so, the negative karma from killing the robber should have accrued to Shakyamuni but it did not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Therefore there is a principle in Buddhism that in rare circumstances it may be appropriate to commit an act that harms one being in order to prevent the suffering of others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe that circumcision is justifiable on the basis of this principle.  It is true that circumcision is painful and a modification of the body's natural anatomy.  But it is also true that, in the case of infant circumcision, the patient will almost certainly have no memory of the procedure (since the brain's long-term memory functions are not fully developed at that point), so the probability of psychological damage to the patient is very, very low.  Taking into account the very real possibility that, for males in areas where HIV/AIDS is reaching epidemic proportions, the procedure may very well prevent transmission of HIV/AIDS to their partners, it is far better to cause temporary pain to infants by circumcising them than to condemn millions of others to death and resultant suffering.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Circumcision is therefore in my opinion defensible as a matter of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;sīla&lt;/span&gt; (ethics).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;May all beings know peace and freedom from suffering.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22037970-6498803072063557275?l=dharmasattva8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dharmasattva8.blogspot.com/feeds/6498803072063557275/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22037970&amp;postID=6498803072063557275&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22037970/posts/default/6498803072063557275'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22037970/posts/default/6498803072063557275'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dharmasattva8.blogspot.com/2007/02/above-mother-and-daughter-in-aids.html' title='Circumcision and sīla'/><author><name>iDharma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09286636922428762448</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_plQSoraLYTM/S3huy7mLkTI/AAAAAAAAAGo/igBZGJ5_0rY/S220/idharma.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22037970.post-8904409338213826574</id><published>2007-02-12T20:10:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-01-23T10:52:23.834-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Quan Yin's Blessing</title><content type='html'>I found this on the web - supposedly a blessing of Quan Yin, the bodhisattva of compassion, whose name means "She Who Hears the Cries of the World."  That said, I am not sure of its ethnographic or sectarian origin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To those who withhold refuge,&lt;br /&gt;I cradle you in safety at the core of my Being.&lt;br /&gt;To those that cause a child to cry out,&lt;br /&gt;I grant you the freedom to express your own choked agony.&lt;br /&gt;To those that inflict terror,&lt;br /&gt;I remind you that you shine with the purity of a thousand suns.&lt;br /&gt;To those who would confine, suppress, or deny,&lt;br /&gt;I offer the limitless expanse of the sky.&lt;br /&gt;To those who need to cut, slash, or burn,&lt;br /&gt;I remind you of the invincibility of Spring.&lt;br /&gt;To those who cling and grasp,&lt;br /&gt;I promise more abundance than you could ever hold onto.&lt;br /&gt;To those who vent their rage on small children,&lt;br /&gt;I return to you your deepest innocence.&lt;br /&gt;To those who must frighten into submission,&lt;br /&gt;I hold you in the bosom of your original mother.&lt;br /&gt;To those who cause agony to others,&lt;br /&gt;I give the gift of free flowing tears.&lt;br /&gt;To those that deny another's right to be,&lt;br /&gt;I remind you that the angels sang in celebration of you on the day of your&lt;br /&gt;birth.&lt;br /&gt;To those who see only division and separateness,&lt;br /&gt;I remind you that a part is born only by bisecting a whole.&lt;br /&gt;For those who have forgotten the tender mercy of a mother's embrace,&lt;br /&gt;I send a gentle breeze to caress your brow.&lt;br /&gt;To those who still feel somehow incomplete,&lt;br /&gt;I offer the perfect sanctity of this very moment.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22037970-8904409338213826574?l=dharmasattva8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dharmasattva8.blogspot.com/feeds/8904409338213826574/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22037970&amp;postID=8904409338213826574&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22037970/posts/default/8904409338213826574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22037970/posts/default/8904409338213826574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dharmasattva8.blogspot.com/2007/02/quan-yins-blessing.html' title='Quan Yin&apos;s Blessing'/><author><name>iDharma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09286636922428762448</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_plQSoraLYTM/S3huy7mLkTI/AAAAAAAAAGo/igBZGJ5_0rY/S220/idharma.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22037970.post-5528268249701472462</id><published>2007-01-11T21:40:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-01-11T21:49:20.918-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Maroon Bells</title><content type='html'>Maroon Bells (located near Aspen, Colorado), has to be one of my favorite places on earth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's a picture of Maroon Bells at sunset in autumn:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_plQSoraLYTM/Rab1ZhyVhdI/AAAAAAAAACQ/noM-6q1LdS0/s1600-h/maroonbells.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_plQSoraLYTM/Rab1ZhyVhdI/AAAAAAAAACQ/noM-6q1LdS0/s400/maroonbells.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5018968653666026962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And here's a picture of Maroon Bells in winter:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/en/2/24/Maroon_Bells_November_2005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px;" src="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/en/2/24/Maroon_Bells_November_2005.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a truly amazing place.  The beauty of it, and the amazing scale of the two peaks (each over 14,000 feet), fills me with a sense of humble connectedness with the rest of the universe.  I love it.  It makes me feel proud to be a Coloradan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One more picture:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://distantpeak.com/gallery/d/4530-2/DSCN1854.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px;" src="http://distantpeak.com/gallery/d/4530-2/DSCN1854.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Namaste.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22037970-5528268249701472462?l=dharmasattva8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dharmasattva8.blogspot.com/feeds/5528268249701472462/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22037970&amp;postID=5528268249701472462&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22037970/posts/default/5528268249701472462'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22037970/posts/default/5528268249701472462'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dharmasattva8.blogspot.com/2007/01/maroon-bells.html' title='Maroon Bells'/><author><name>iDharma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09286636922428762448</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_plQSoraLYTM/S3huy7mLkTI/AAAAAAAAAGo/igBZGJ5_0rY/S220/idharma.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_plQSoraLYTM/Rab1ZhyVhdI/AAAAAAAAACQ/noM-6q1LdS0/s72-c/maroonbells.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22037970.post-2301791379938587550</id><published>2007-01-06T21:37:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-01-07T11:21:23.043-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Impermanence</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_plQSoraLYTM/RaBeHkm9JoI/AAAAAAAAAB8/0Oe_AzgJI-I/s1600-h/IM000412.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_plQSoraLYTM/RaBeHkm9JoI/AAAAAAAAAB8/0Oe_AzgJI-I/s400/IM000412.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5017113469069895298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_plQSoraLYTM/RaBd5km9JnI/AAAAAAAAAB0/lmepx9cZzVo/s1600-h/IM000448.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_plQSoraLYTM/RaBd5km9JnI/AAAAAAAAAB0/lmepx9cZzVo/s400/IM000448.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5017113228551726706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_plQSoraLYTM/RaBdmEm9JmI/AAAAAAAAABs/uQ26ag4MS2U/s1600-h/IM000426.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_plQSoraLYTM/RaBdmEm9JmI/AAAAAAAAABs/uQ26ag4MS2U/s400/IM000426.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5017112893544277602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took these photos in December 2004 when my husband and I visited the south rim of the Grand Canyon.   They do not do justice to the breathtaking scale of the Canyon, but nicely illustrate the principle of impermanence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even the earth under our feet is dynamic and ever-changing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like the way the band Kansas described it in song:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I close my eyes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Only for a moment and the moment's gone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; All my dreams&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Pass before my eyes, a curiosity...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Same old song&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Just a drop of water in an endless sea&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; All we do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Crumbles to the ground&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Though we refuse to see...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Now don't hang on&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Nothin' lasts forever but the earth and sky&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; It slips away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; And all your money won't another minute buy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Dust in the wind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; All we are is dust in the wind &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Impermanence and its consequences (aging, death, erosion, disintegration, decay, etc.) are inevitable.  Our best strategy is to experience the present moment like wind blowing through your hair, accepting it with open-heartedness and curiousity, then letting it go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Easier said than done, but a good goal.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22037970-2301791379938587550?l=dharmasattva8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dharmasattva8.blogspot.com/feeds/2301791379938587550/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22037970&amp;postID=2301791379938587550&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22037970/posts/default/2301791379938587550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22037970/posts/default/2301791379938587550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dharmasattva8.blogspot.com/2007/01/impermanence.html' title='Impermanence'/><author><name>iDharma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09286636922428762448</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_plQSoraLYTM/S3huy7mLkTI/AAAAAAAAAGo/igBZGJ5_0rY/S220/idharma.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_plQSoraLYTM/RaBeHkm9JoI/AAAAAAAAAB8/0Oe_AzgJI-I/s72-c/IM000412.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22037970.post-8790480075024199522</id><published>2007-01-06T13:43:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-01-06T13:52:50.226-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Shenpa</title><content type='html'>&lt;h1&gt;&lt;span class="article_title"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h1&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Below is an excerpt from a teaching by &lt;a href="http://www.shambhala.org/teachers/pema/"&gt;&lt;span class="article_author"&gt;&lt;span&gt;Pema Chödrön&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt; regarding the Tibetan principle of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;shenpa.  &lt;/span&gt;If you like it, I encourage you to check out her audiobook called &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/exec/obidos/tg/detail/-/159179238X/ref=pd_sim_b_1?_encoding=UTF8&amp;v=glance&amp;amp;tag2=pemachodron-20"&gt;Getting Unstuck&lt;/a&gt;.  &lt;/span&gt;Pema is a wonderful teacher with a down to earth style and a terrific sense of humor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;&gt; &lt;&gt; &lt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p face="georgia"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="article_blurb"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Shenpa &lt;/span&gt;is the urge, the hook, that triggers our habitual tendency to close down. We get hooked in that moment of tightening when we reach for relief. To get unhooked we begin by recognizing that moment of unease and learn to relax in that moment.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;font-family:georgia;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;You're trying to make a point with a coworker or your partner. At one moment her face is open and she's listening, and at the next, her eyes cloud over or her jaw tenses. What is it that you're seeing?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone criticizes you. They criticize your work or your appearance or your child. At moments like that, what is it you feel? It has a familiar taste in your mouth, it has a familiar smell. Once you begin to notice it, you feel like this experience has been happening forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Tibetan word for this is &lt;i&gt;shenpa&lt;/i&gt;. It is usually translated "attachment," but a more descriptive translation might be "hooked." When &lt;i&gt;shenpa&lt;/i&gt; hooks us, we're likely to get stuck. We could call &lt;i&gt;shenpa&lt;/i&gt; "that sticky feeling." It's an everyday experience. Even a spot on your new sweater can take you there. At the subtlest level, we feel a tightening, a tensing, a sense of closing down. Then we feel a sense of withdrawing, not wanting to be where we are. That's the hooked quality. That tight feeling has the power to hook us into self-denigration, blame, anger, jealousy and other emotions which lead to words and actions that end up poisoning us. Remember the fairy tale in which toads hop out of the princess's mouth whenever she starts to say mean words? That's how being hooked can feel. Yet we don't stop—we can't stop—because we're in the habit of associating whatever we're doing with relief from our own discomfort. This is the &lt;i&gt;shenpa&lt;/i&gt; syndrome. The word "attachment" doesn't quite translate what's happening. It's a quality of experience that's not easy to describe but which everyone knows well. &lt;i&gt;Shenpa&lt;/i&gt; is usually involuntary and it gets right to the root of why we suffer...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Shenpa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; thrives on the underlying insecurity of living in a world that is always changing. We experience this insecurity as a background of slight unease or restlessness. We all want some kind of relief from that unease, so we turn to what we enjoy—food, alcohol, drugs, sex, work or shopping. In moderation what we enjoy might be very delightful. We can appreciate its taste and its presence in our life. But when we empower it with the idea that it will bring us comfort, that it will remove our unease, we get hooked. So we could also call &lt;i&gt;shenpa&lt;/i&gt; "the urge"—the urge to smoke that cigarette, to overeat, to have another drink, to indulge our addiction whatever it is. Sometimes &lt;i&gt;shenpa&lt;/i&gt; is so strong that we're willing to die getting this short-term symptomatic relief. The momentum behind the urge is so strong that we never pull out of the habitual pattern of turning to poison for comfort. It doesn't necessarily have to involve a substance; it can be saying mean things, or approaching everything with a critical mind. That's a major hook. Something triggers an old pattern we'd rather not feel, and we tighten up and hook into criticizing or complaining. It gives us a puffed-up satisfaction and a feeling of control that provides short-term relief from uneasiness...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Those of us with strong addictions know that working with habitual patterns begins with the willingness to fully acknowledge our urge, and then the willingness not to act on it. This business of not acting out is called &lt;i&gt;refraining&lt;/i&gt;. Traditionally it's called &lt;i&gt;renunciation&lt;/i&gt;. What we renounce or refrain from isn't food, sex, work or relationships per se. We renounce and refrain from the &lt;i&gt;shenpa&lt;/i&gt;. When we talk about refraining from the &lt;i&gt;shenpa&lt;/i&gt;, we're not talking about trying to cast it out; we're talking about trying to see the &lt;i&gt;shenpa&lt;/i&gt; clearly and experiencing it. If we can see &lt;i&gt;shenpa&lt;/i&gt; just as we're starting to close down, when we feel the tightening, there's the possibility of catching the urge to do the habitual thing, and not doing it. Without meditation practice, this is almost impossible to do...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;font-family:georgia;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;font-family:georgia;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;"The Tibetan word for renunciation is &lt;i&gt;shenlok&lt;/i&gt;, which means turning &lt;i&gt;shenpa&lt;/i&gt; upside-down, shaking it up. When we feel the tightening, somehow we have to know how to open up the space without getting hooked into our habitual pattern. In practicing with &lt;i&gt;shenpa&lt;/i&gt;, first we try to recognize it. The best place to do this is on the meditation cushion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sitting practice teaches us how to open and relax to whatever arises, without picking and choosing. It teaches us to experience the uneasiness and the urge fully, and to interrupt the momentum that usually follows. We do this by not following after the thoughts and learning to come back to the present moment. We learn to stay with the uneasiness, the tightening, the itch of &lt;i&gt;shenpa&lt;/i&gt;. We train in sitting still with our desire to scratch. This is how we learn to stop the chain reaction of habitual patterns that otherwise will rule our lives. This is how we weaken the patterns that keep us hooked into discomfort that we mistake as comfort. We label the spinoff "thinking" and return to the present moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;font-family:georgia;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once we're aware of &lt;i&gt;shenpa&lt;/i&gt;, we begin to notice it in other people. We see them shutting down. We see that they've been hooked and that nothing is going to get through to them now. At that moment we have prajna. That basic intelligence comes through when we're not caught up in escaping from our own unease. With prajna we can see what's happening with others; we can see when they've been hooked. Then we can give the situation some space. One way to do that is by opening up the space on the spot, through meditation. Be quiet and place your mind on your breath. Hold your mind in place with great openness and curiosity toward the other person. Asking a question is another way of creating space around that sticky feeling. So is postponing your discussion to another time...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;"We could think of this whole process in terms of four R - s: &lt;i&gt;recognizing&lt;/i&gt; the &lt;i&gt;shenpa&lt;/i&gt;, &lt;i&gt;refraining&lt;/i&gt; from scratching, &lt;i&gt;relaxing&lt;/i&gt; into the underlying urge to scratch and then &lt;i&gt;resolving&lt;/i&gt; to continue to interrupt our habitual patterns like this for the rest of our lives. What do you do when you don't do the habitual thing? You're left with your urge. That's how you become more in touch with the craving and the wanting to move away. You learn to relax with it. Then you resolve to keep practicing this way. Working with &lt;i&gt;shenpa&lt;/i&gt; softens us up. Once we see how we get hooked and how we get swept along by the momentum, there's no way to be arrogant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The trick is to keep seeing. Don't let the softening and humility turn into self-denigration. That's just another hook. Because we've been strengthening the whole habituated situation for a long, long time, we can't expect to undo it overnight. It's not a one-shot deal. It takes loving-kindness to recognize; it takes practice to refrain; it takes willingness to relax; it takes determination to keep training this way. It helps to remember that we may experience two billion kinds of itches and seven quadrillion types of scratching, but there is really only one root &lt;i&gt;shenpa&lt;/i&gt;—ego-clinging. We experience it as tightening and self-absorption. It has degrees of intensity. The branch &lt;i&gt;shenpas&lt;/i&gt; are all our different styles of scratching that itch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I recently saw a cartoon of three fish swimming around a hook. One fish is saying to the other, "The secret is non-attachment." That's a &lt;i&gt;shenpa&lt;/i&gt; cartoon: the secret is—don't bite that hook. If we can catch ourselves at that place where the urge to bite is strong, we can at least get a bigger perspective on what's happening. As we practice this way, we gain confidence in our own wisdom. It begins to guide us toward the fundamental aspect of our being—spaciousness, warmth and spontaneity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22037970-8790480075024199522?l=dharmasattva8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dharmasattva8.blogspot.com/feeds/8790480075024199522/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22037970&amp;postID=8790480075024199522&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22037970/posts/default/8790480075024199522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22037970/posts/default/8790480075024199522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dharmasattva8.blogspot.com/2007/01/shenpa.html' title='Shenpa'/><author><name>iDharma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09286636922428762448</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_plQSoraLYTM/S3huy7mLkTI/AAAAAAAAAGo/igBZGJ5_0rY/S220/idharma.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22037970.post-632875218132021394</id><published>2007-01-02T20:55:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-01-02T21:03:38.191-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Ford eulogy</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.newsday.com/media/photo/2005-12/20948681.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://www.newsday.com/media/photo/2005-12/20948681.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Although I was just a small child during his presidency and while I did not always agree with his political views, Gerald Ford seems to me to have been a great human being.  I believe he did our country a great service in leading it with decency and integrity during a difficult chapter in our history.  He was a man of humility and humor, and he will be be missed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The journalist Tom Brokaw gave a moving eulogy today at Ford's funeral, and I reprint it here because I think it captures President Ford's basic decency and wit.  If only more of our leaders were like him...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&gt; &gt; &lt; &lt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mrs. Ford, members of the Ford family, President and Mrs. Bush, Vice President and Mrs. Cheney, President and Mrs. Bush, President and Mrs. Carter, President and Mrs. Clinton, distinguished guests, my fellow Americans, it’s a great privilege and an honor for me to be here.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;For the past week, we have been hearing the familiar lyrics of the hymns to the passing of a famous man, the hosannas to his decency, his honesty, his modesty and his steady-as-she-goes qualities. It’s what we’ve come to expect on these occasions.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;But this time there was extra value, for in the case of Gerald Ford, these lyrics have the added virtue of being true.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Sometimes there are two versions to these hymns — one public and one private, separate and discordant. But in Gerald Ford, the man he was in public, he was also that man in private.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Gerald Ford brought to the political arena no demons, no hidden agenda, no hit list or acts of vengeance. He knew who he was and he didn’t require consultants or gurus to change him. Moreover, the country knew who he was and despite occasional differences, large and small, it never lost its affection for this man from Michigan, the football player, the lawyer and the veteran, the Congressman and suburban husband, the champion of Main Street values who brought all of those qualities to the White House.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Once there, he stayed true to form, never believing that he was suddenly wiser and infallible because he drank his morning coffee from a cup with a presidential seal.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;He didn’t seek the office. And yet, as he told his friend, the late, great journalist Hugh Sidey, he was not frightened of the task before him.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;We could identify with him — all of us — for so many reasons. Among them, we were all trapped in what passed for style in the 70’s with a wardrobe with lapels out to here, white belts, plaid jackets and trousers so patterned that they would give you a migraine. The rest of us have been able to destroy most of the evidence of our fashion meltdown, but presidents are not so lucky. Those David Kennerly photographs are reminders of his endearing qualities, but some of those jackets — I think that they’re eligible for a presidential pardon or at least a digital touchup.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;As a journalist, I was especially grateful for his appreciation of our role, even when we challenged his policies and taxed his patience with our constant presence and persistence. We could be adversaries but we were never his enemy, and that was a welcome change in status from his predecessor’s time.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;To be a member of the Gerald Ford White House press corps brought other benefits as well as we documented a nation and a world in transition, in turmoil. We accompanied him to audiences with the notorious and the merely powerful. We saw Tito, Franco, Sadat, Marcos, Suharto, the shah of Iran, the emperor of Japan, China with Mao Zedong, Zhou Enlai and Deng Xiaoping all at once, what was then the Soviet Union and Vladivostock with Leonid Brezhnev, and Helsinki at one of the most remarkable gatherings of leaders in the 20th century.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;There were other advantages to being a member of his press corps that we didn’t advertise quite as widely. We went to Vail at Christmas and Palm Springs at Easter time with our families. Now cynics might argue that contributed to our affection for him. That is not a premise that I wish to challenge.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;One of our colleagues, Jim Naughton of The New York Times, personified the spirit that existed in the relationship. He bought from a San Diego radio station promoter a large mock chicken head that had attracted the president’s attention at a G.O.P. rally. And then, giddy from 20-hour days and an endless repetition of the same campaign speech, Naughton decided to wear that chicken head to a Ford news conference in Oregon with the enthusiastic encouragement of the president and his chief of staff, Dick Cheney.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;In the next news cycle, the chicken head was a bigger story than the president. And no one was more pleased than the man that we honor here today in this august ceremony.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;When the president called me last year and asked me if I would participate in these services, I think he wanted to be sure that the White House press corps was represented. The writers, correspondents and producers, the cameramen, photographers, the technicians and the chicken.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;He also brought something else to the White House, of course. He brought the humanity that comes with a family that seemed to be living right next door. He was every parent when he said my children have spoken for themselves since they were old enough to speak — and not always with my approval. I expect that to continue in the future.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And was there a more supportive husband in America than when his beloved Betty began to speak out on issues that were not politically correct at the time. Together, they put on the front pages and in the leads of the evening newscasts the issues that had been underplayed in America for far too long.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;My colleague Bob Schieffer called him the nicest man he ever met in politics. To that I would only add the most underestimated.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;In many ways I believe football was a metaphor for his life in politics and after. He played in the middle of the line. He was a center, a position that seldom receives much praise. But he had his hands on the ball for every play and no play could start without him. And when the game was over and others received the credit, he didn’t whine or whimper. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;But then he came from a generation accustomed to difficult missions, shaped by the sacrifices and the depravations of the Great Depression, a generation that gave up its innocence and youth to then win a great war and save the world. And when that generation came home from war, they were mature beyond their years and eager to make the world they had saved a better place. They re-enlisted as citizens and set out to serve their country in new ways, with political differences but always with the common goal of doing what’s best for the nation and all the people.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;When he entered the Oval Office, by fate not by design, Citizen Ford knew that he was not perfect, just as he knew he was not perfect when he left. But what president ever was? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;But he was prepared because he had served his country every day of his adult life and he left the Oval Office a much better place. The personal rewards of his citizenship and his presidency were far richer than he had anticipated in every sense of the phrase.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;But the greatest rewards of Jerry Ford’s time were reserved for his fellow Americans and the nation he loved.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Farewell, Mr. President. Thank you, Citizen Ford.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22037970-632875218132021394?l=dharmasattva8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dharmasattva8.blogspot.com/feeds/632875218132021394/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22037970&amp;postID=632875218132021394&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22037970/posts/default/632875218132021394'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22037970/posts/default/632875218132021394'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dharmasattva8.blogspot.com/2007/01/ford-eulogy.html' title='Ford eulogy'/><author><name>iDharma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09286636922428762448</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_plQSoraLYTM/S3huy7mLkTI/AAAAAAAAAGo/igBZGJ5_0rY/S220/idharma.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22037970.post-8590093561156354099</id><published>2006-12-28T18:19:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-12-28T19:07:46.413-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.ehornecker.de/USA/Boulder/Boulder_Creek.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://www.ehornecker.de/USA/Boulder/Boulder_Creek.JPG" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;When you've seen beyond yourself&lt;br /&gt;then you may find&lt;br /&gt;peace of mind is waiting there&lt;br /&gt;And the time will come&lt;br /&gt;when you see we're all one&lt;br /&gt;and life flows on within you and without you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Beatles&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22037970-8590093561156354099?l=dharmasattva8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dharmasattva8.blogspot.com/feeds/8590093561156354099/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22037970&amp;postID=8590093561156354099&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22037970/posts/default/8590093561156354099'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22037970/posts/default/8590093561156354099'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dharmasattva8.blogspot.com/2006/12/when-youve-seen-beyond-yourself-then.html' title=''/><author><name>iDharma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09286636922428762448</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_plQSoraLYTM/S3huy7mLkTI/AAAAAAAAAGo/igBZGJ5_0rY/S220/idharma.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22037970.post-6401793205668040331</id><published>2006-12-16T18:41:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-12-16T19:03:45.553-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Hijāb and niqāb</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.rights.no/images/niqab.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://www.rights.no/images/niqab.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, my husband and I were at Barnes &amp; Noble and saw a woman wearing an &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;abaya&lt;/span&gt; (loose, long-sleeve, full-length robe), &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ħijāb (&lt;/span&gt;headscarf&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;) &lt;/span&gt;and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;niqāb&lt;/span&gt; (facial covering).  It was, I think, the first time I had seen a woman in public in the U.S. wearing the full complement of traditional Muslim &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ħijāb&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I confess my first response was negative.  First, I felt badly for the woman.  She had a young child--perhaps a year old--in a stroller and the child was screaming, and she could not get the baby to stop crying.  Would the baby have been more easily soothed if it could see its mother's face?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wondered if she wore the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ħijāb &lt;/span&gt;and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;niqāb &lt;/span&gt;by choice, or if she was compelled by her male relatives or community to dress in this way.  I feel strongly that people should have the freedom of choice, and felt that if she truly chose this manner of dress freely, then I should have no reason to pity her.  For a number of years I worked with a young woman (an Eastern European immigrant who converted to Islam) who wore loose-fitting long sleeves and skirts with her &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ħijāb&lt;/span&gt;, and I respected her choice to wear such garments as a reminder of the Islamic rules of modesty.&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;However, to think that a woman might be forced (by custom or otherwise) to wear the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ħijāb &lt;/span&gt;and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;niqāb &lt;/span&gt;bothers me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was also reminded of a &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Sultaana_Freeman"&gt;Florida court case&lt;/a&gt; a couple of years ago in which a Muslim woman sued the State of Florida because they would not allow her to wear her &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;niqāb&lt;/span&gt; in her driver's license photo.  (She lost the case when a Florida appellate court ruled that the state could legitimately require her to show her face to a camera in a private room with only a female employee to take the picture, in exchange for the privilege of driving.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As my mind filled with negative thoughts of the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;niqāb&lt;/span&gt;-clad woman, I reminded myself of the Bodhisattva Vow, and that my wish for her should be the same as my wish for all other beings: that she be happy and free of suffering, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;niqāb&lt;/span&gt; or no &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;niqāb.&lt;/span&gt;  I hoped that somehow she could sooth her upset child, and in whatever circumstances she lived, that she would be content, shielded from hatred and protected from harm, and warmed by feelings of lovingkindness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;metta&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;D.S.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22037970-6401793205668040331?l=dharmasattva8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dharmasattva8.blogspot.com/feeds/6401793205668040331/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22037970&amp;postID=6401793205668040331&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22037970/posts/default/6401793205668040331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22037970/posts/default/6401793205668040331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dharmasattva8.blogspot.com/2006/12/hijb-and-niqb.html' title='Hijāb and niqāb'/><author><name>iDharma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09286636922428762448</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_plQSoraLYTM/S3huy7mLkTI/AAAAAAAAAGo/igBZGJ5_0rY/S220/idharma.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22037970.post-7533086448718098463</id><published>2006-12-10T14:41:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2006-12-10T14:41:51.659-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Jewel in the lotus</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_plQSoraLYTM/RXxi6dXdU2I/AAAAAAAAABg/2tZISpu4tOg/s1600-h/jewel_in_the_lotus.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; 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display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_plQSoraLYTM/RXr8z9XdUxI/AAAAAAAAAAk/PIDELS7d_mA/s400/still.pond.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5006591905352209170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22037970-765282736026717204?l=dharmasattva8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dharmasattva8.blogspot.com/feeds/765282736026717204/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22037970&amp;postID=765282736026717204&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22037970/posts/default/765282736026717204'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22037970/posts/default/765282736026717204'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dharmasattva8.blogspot.com/2006/12/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>iDharma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09286636922428762448</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_plQSoraLYTM/S3huy7mLkTI/AAAAAAAAAGo/igBZGJ5_0rY/S220/idharma.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_plQSoraLYTM/RXr8z9XdUxI/AAAAAAAAAAk/PIDELS7d_mA/s72-c/still.pond.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22037970.post-8458480393412093210</id><published>2006-12-09T11:46:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-12-09T11:52:47.928-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Interconnectedness</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_plQSoraLYTM/RXrpB9XdUwI/AAAAAAAAAAY/KaeYenSedMM/s1600-h/blue+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_plQSoraLYTM/RXrpB9XdUwI/AAAAAAAAAAY/KaeYenSedMM/s400/blue+2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5006570155637822210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;       We human beings are not separate from the universe.&lt;br /&gt;Those galaxies       are not merely distant--they are distant cousins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.longleaf.net/ggrow/Stars.html"&gt;Gerald Grow&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I found some software that can be used to create mandalas.  I have made several so far (all in a very convenient 1024 x 768 size, perfect for wallpaper) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;and will post my favorite ones on this blog.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22037970-8458480393412093210?l=dharmasattva8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dharmasattva8.blogspot.com/feeds/8458480393412093210/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22037970&amp;postID=8458480393412093210&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22037970/posts/default/8458480393412093210'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22037970/posts/default/8458480393412093210'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dharmasattva8.blogspot.com/2006/12/interconnectedness.html' title='Interconnectedness'/><author><name>iDharma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09286636922428762448</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_plQSoraLYTM/S3huy7mLkTI/AAAAAAAAAGo/igBZGJ5_0rY/S220/idharma.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_plQSoraLYTM/RXrpB9XdUwI/AAAAAAAAAAY/KaeYenSedMM/s72-c/blue+2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22037970.post-2043960597612350427</id><published>2006-12-08T23:21:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-12-08T23:23:28.341-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Mandala</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_plQSoraLYTM/RXo6B9XdUvI/AAAAAAAAAAM/IQbo8iiqmi8/s1600-h/iris.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_plQSoraLYTM/RXo6B9XdUvI/AAAAAAAAAAM/IQbo8iiqmi8/s400/iris.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5006377741102961394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"Iris"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(I made this mandala.  I hope you like it.   &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Namaste.&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22037970-2043960597612350427?l=dharmasattva8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dharmasattva8.blogspot.com/feeds/2043960597612350427/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22037970&amp;postID=2043960597612350427&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22037970/posts/default/2043960597612350427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22037970/posts/default/2043960597612350427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dharmasattva8.blogspot.com/2006/12/mandala.html' title='Mandala'/><author><name>iDharma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09286636922428762448</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_plQSoraLYTM/S3huy7mLkTI/AAAAAAAAAGo/igBZGJ5_0rY/S220/idharma.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_plQSoraLYTM/RXo6B9XdUvI/AAAAAAAAAAM/IQbo8iiqmi8/s72-c/iris.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22037970.post-4495086241633167860</id><published>2006-11-25T13:59:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-25T14:01:20.885-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Excellent video on Buddhism</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.middle-fork.org/archives/dDropWater.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px;" src="http://www.middle-fork.org/archives/dDropWater.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is fantastic:  &lt;a href="http://video.google.com/videoplay?docid=185812058748112905"&gt;http://video.google.com/videoplay?docid=185812058748112905.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22037970-4495086241633167860?l=dharmasattva8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dharmasattva8.blogspot.com/feeds/4495086241633167860/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22037970&amp;postID=4495086241633167860&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22037970/posts/default/4495086241633167860'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22037970/posts/default/4495086241633167860'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dharmasattva8.blogspot.com/2006/11/excellent-video-on-buddhism.html' title='Excellent video on Buddhism'/><author><name>iDharma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09286636922428762448</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_plQSoraLYTM/S3huy7mLkTI/AAAAAAAAAGo/igBZGJ5_0rY/S220/idharma.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22037970.post-7940834495337581061</id><published>2006-11-24T15:52:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-24T15:59:47.988-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Letting go</title><content type='html'>Two monks were at the edge of a river they wished to cross when a woman approached them. She said that she probably wouldn't be able to cross on her own and would appreciate some help. The younger of the monks remained silent and let the more established practitioner speak - he said that yes, he could carry her across.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He did so without much fanfare and bid her farewell on the other side of the river. Then the younger monk exploded. The older monk had been defiled by touching her! He'd renounced sex and yet had his hands all over that woman! That went directly against his vows! The older monk calmly replied: "I put her down a long time ago. Why are you still carrying her?"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22037970-7940834495337581061?l=dharmasattva8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dharmasattva8.blogspot.com/feeds/7940834495337581061/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22037970&amp;postID=7940834495337581061&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22037970/posts/default/7940834495337581061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22037970/posts/default/7940834495337581061'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dharmasattva8.blogspot.com/2006/11/letting-go.html' title='Letting go'/><author><name>iDharma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09286636922428762448</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_plQSoraLYTM/S3huy7mLkTI/AAAAAAAAAGo/igBZGJ5_0rY/S220/idharma.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22037970.post-166455047486837565</id><published>2006-11-22T20:02:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-22T20:14:16.163-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Introspection is the key to the door of wisdom</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.project-ananda.com/images/ayya01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://www.project-ananda.com/images/ayya01.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;We lead a contemplative life, but that does not mean we sit in meditation all day long. A contemplative life means that one considers every aspect of what happens as part of a learning experience. One remains introspective under all circumstances. When one becomes outgoing, with what the Buddha termed "exuberance of youth," one goes to the world with one's thoughts, speech and action. One needs to recollect oneself and return within. A contemplative life in some orders is a life of prayer. In our way it's a combination of meditation and life-style. The contemplative life goes on inside of oneself. One can do the same thing with or without recollection. Contemplation is the most important aspect of introspection. It isn't necessary to sit still all day and watch one's breath. Every move, every thought, every word can give rise to understanding oneself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Ayya_Khema"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ayya Khema&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;I love Ayya Khema.  She is, along with Pema Chodron, Thich Nhat Hanh and Lama Surya Das, among my favorite Buddhist teachers.  She passed away in 1997, but she wrote twenty-five books during her eighteen years as a nun in the Theravadin tradition.  I recommend her 1998 book &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);" href="http://www.amazon.com/Being-Nobody-Going-Nowhere-Revised/dp/086171198X/sr=8-1/qid=1164244211/ref=pd_bbs_sr_1/103-0606334-6655035?ie=UTF8&amp;s=books"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Being Nobody, Going Nowhere&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;.  A survivor of the Nazi Holocaust, she speaks with a gentleness and compassion that could only come from one who understands the journey from suffering to acceptance.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22037970-166455047486837565?l=dharmasattva8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dharmasattva8.blogspot.com/feeds/166455047486837565/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22037970&amp;postID=166455047486837565&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22037970/posts/default/166455047486837565'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22037970/posts/default/166455047486837565'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dharmasattva8.blogspot.com/2006/11/introspection-is-key-to-door-of-wisdom.html' title='Introspection is the key to the door of wisdom'/><author><name>iDharma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09286636922428762448</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_plQSoraLYTM/S3huy7mLkTI/AAAAAAAAAGo/igBZGJ5_0rY/S220/idharma.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22037970.post-4600462413060621251</id><published>2006-11-19T21:25:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-19T21:29:01.056-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Cultivating joy</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.spiritualityandpractice.com/teachers/images/photos/pemachodronlrg.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://www.spiritualityandpractice.com/teachers/images/photos/pemachodronlrg.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"How do we cultivate the conditions for joy to expand? We train in staying present. In sitting meditation, we train in mindfulness and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;maitri &lt;/span&gt;[lovingkindness]: in being steadfast with our bodies, our emotions, our thoughts. We stay with our own little plot of earth and trust that it can be cultivated, that cultivation will bring it to its full potential. Even though it's full of rocks and the soil is dry, we begin to plow this plot with patience. We let the process evolve naturally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the beginning it is just a feeling that joy is workable. We stop looking for a more suitable place to be. We've discovered that the continual search for something better does not work out. This doesn't mean that there are suddenly flowers growing where before there were only rocks. It means that we have confidence that something will grow here."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Pema Chödrön&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22037970-4600462413060621251?l=dharmasattva8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dharmasattva8.blogspot.com/feeds/4600462413060621251/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22037970&amp;postID=4600462413060621251&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22037970/posts/default/4600462413060621251'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22037970/posts/default/4600462413060621251'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dharmasattva8.blogspot.com/2006/11/cultivating-joy.html' title='Cultivating joy'/><author><name>iDharma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09286636922428762448</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_plQSoraLYTM/S3huy7mLkTI/AAAAAAAAAGo/igBZGJ5_0rY/S220/idharma.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22037970.post-1164244720664697601</id><published>2006-11-18T19:33:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-18T19:37:15.219-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Bodhisattva Vow</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://imagesource.art.com/images/-/Mahayana/Bodhisattva-Print-C12121201.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px;" src="http://imagesource.art.com/images/-/Mahayana/Bodhisattva-Print-C12121201.jpeg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Bodhisattva Vow is the commitment to put others before oneself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is a statement of willingness to give up one’s own well-being, even one’s own enlightenment, for the sake of others. And a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;bodhisattva &lt;/span&gt;is simply a person who lives in the spirit of that vow, perfecting the qualities known as the six &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;paramitas&lt;/span&gt;—generosity, discipline, patience, exertion, meditation, and transcendental knowledge—in his effort to liberate beings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Taking the bodhisattva vow implies that instead of holding our own individual territory and defending it tooth and nail, we become open to the world that we are living in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Chogyam_Trungpa"&gt;&lt;span class="article_closing"&gt;Chögyam Trungpa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="article_closing"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(From The Collected Works of Chögyam Trungpa, Volume Three, edited by Carolyn Rose Gimian. © 2003 by Diana J. Mukpo. Published by Shambhala Publications.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22037970-1164244720664697601?l=dharmasattva8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dharmasattva8.blogspot.com/feeds/1164244720664697601/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22037970&amp;postID=1164244720664697601&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22037970/posts/default/1164244720664697601'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22037970/posts/default/1164244720664697601'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dharmasattva8.blogspot.com/2006/11/bodhisattva-vow.html' title='The Bodhisattva Vow'/><author><name>iDharma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09286636922428762448</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_plQSoraLYTM/S3huy7mLkTI/AAAAAAAAAGo/igBZGJ5_0rY/S220/idharma.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22037970.post-4711828015928134841</id><published>2006-11-17T19:29:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-17T19:34:24.704-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Tolerance</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;"&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Move beyond any attachment to names&lt;/span&gt;." &lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Every war and every conflict between human beings has happened because of some disagreement about names. &lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;It's such an unnecessary foolishness, because just beyond the arguing there's a long table of companionship, set and waiting for us to sit down.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;What is praised is one, so the praise is one too, many jugs being poured into a huge basin. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;All religions, all this singing, one song.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;The differences are just illusion and vanity. Sunlight looks slightly different on this wall than it does on that wall and a lot different on this other one, but it is still one light. We have borrowed these clothes, these time-and-space personalities, from a light, and when we praise, we pour them back in. &lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Rumi"&gt;Mawlānā Jalāl ad-Dīn Muhammad Rūmī&lt;/a&gt; (1207—1273)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22037970-4711828015928134841?l=dharmasattva8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dharmasattva8.blogspot.com/feeds/4711828015928134841/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22037970&amp;postID=4711828015928134841&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22037970/posts/default/4711828015928134841'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22037970/posts/default/4711828015928134841'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dharmasattva8.blogspot.com/2006/11/tolerance.html' title='Tolerance'/><author><name>iDharma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09286636922428762448</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_plQSoraLYTM/S3huy7mLkTI/AAAAAAAAAGo/igBZGJ5_0rY/S220/idharma.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22037970.post-327907968485282028</id><published>2006-11-12T19:42:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T19:44:05.641-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Four Immeasurables</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.movingjournal.org/amjimages/prayer-hands.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px;" src="http://www.movingjournal.org/amjimages/prayer-hands.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                             &lt;div align="left"&gt;                 May all living beings have happiness and the causes of happiness;&lt;br /&gt;May all living beings be free from misery and the causes of misery;&lt;br /&gt;May all living beings never be separated from happiness, devoid of misery;&lt;br /&gt;May all living beings abide in equanimity free from prejudicial attachments and aversions.                 &lt;/div&gt;            &lt;br /&gt;                                                               - Buddha Shakyamuni&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22037970-327907968485282028?l=dharmasattva8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dharmasattva8.blogspot.com/feeds/327907968485282028/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22037970&amp;postID=327907968485282028&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22037970/posts/default/327907968485282028'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22037970/posts/default/327907968485282028'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dharmasattva8.blogspot.com/2006/11/four-immeasurables.html' title='The Four Immeasurables'/><author><name>iDharma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09286636922428762448</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_plQSoraLYTM/S3huy7mLkTI/AAAAAAAAAGo/igBZGJ5_0rY/S220/idharma.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22037970.post-857825329822492644</id><published>2006-11-04T16:10:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-04T16:29:00.332-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The sacred lotus</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/3/31/Nelumbo_nucifera1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px;" src="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/3/31/Nelumbo_nucifera1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The lotus appears frequently in Buddhist teachings.   Why is the lotus such a powerful symbol?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sacred lotus, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;nelumbo nucifera&lt;/span&gt;, grows in marshy areas.  Its roots cling to the bottom of the pond or stream in which it grows, while its petals floats on the surface of the water and its flower sits atop the stem a couple of centimeters above the water.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The lotus flower, therefore, symbolizes purity of mind.  By practicing the Eightfold Path, the practitioner can elevate her mind above the muddy quagmire of suffering.  We should all seek to be like the lotus, remaining aware of the pain of existence and yet rising above temptation, hatred and greed to express the natural beauty of compassionate consciousness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May each of you bloom like the lotus...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Namaste.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22037970-857825329822492644?l=dharmasattva8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dharmasattva8.blogspot.com/feeds/857825329822492644/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22037970&amp;postID=857825329822492644&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22037970/posts/default/857825329822492644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22037970/posts/default/857825329822492644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dharmasattva8.blogspot.com/2006/11/jewel-in-lotus.html' title='The sacred lotus'/><author><name>iDharma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09286636922428762448</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_plQSoraLYTM/S3huy7mLkTI/AAAAAAAAAGo/igBZGJ5_0rY/S220/idharma.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22037970.post-8768024486398884920</id><published>2006-10-29T21:03:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-10-29T21:16:39.926-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Compassion</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;How far you go in life depends on your being tender with the young, compassionate with the aged, sympathetic with the striving and tolerant of the weak and strong.  Because someday in life you will have been all of these.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;George Washington Carver&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;Or, as the saying goes, there but for the grace of God goes I.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;h4 style="font-weight: normal;" class="subtitle"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt;Treat not others in ways that you yourself would find hurtful.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/h4&gt;&lt;h4 style="font-weight: normal;" class="subtitle"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Udana-Varga&lt;/i&gt; 5.18&lt;/h4&gt;&lt;h4 class="subtitle"&gt;&lt;/h4&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22037970-8768024486398884920?l=dharmasattva8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dharmasattva8.blogspot.com/feeds/8768024486398884920/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22037970&amp;postID=8768024486398884920&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22037970/posts/default/8768024486398884920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22037970/posts/default/8768024486398884920'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dharmasattva8.blogspot.com/2006/10/compassion.html' title='Compassion'/><author><name>iDharma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09286636922428762448</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_plQSoraLYTM/S3huy7mLkTI/AAAAAAAAAGo/igBZGJ5_0rY/S220/idharma.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22037970.post-833642593942749610</id><published>2006-10-24T20:12:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-10-24T20:20:17.207-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Mindfulness and non-attachment</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/1490/2690/1600/leaf.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/1490/2690/400/leaf.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;Don’t tire your mind by worrying about what is real&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;and what isn’t,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;About what to accept and what to reject.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;If you want to know the One,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;let your senses experience what comes your way,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;But don’t be swayed and don’t involve yourself in what comes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;The wise man acts without emotion&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;and seems not to be acting at all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;The ignorant man lets his emotions get involved.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;The wise man knows that all things are part of the One.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;The ignorant man sees differences everywhere.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Gatha of Seng T'san, Third Chan Patriarch&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22037970-833642593942749610?l=dharmasattva8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dharmasattva8.blogspot.com/feeds/833642593942749610/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22037970&amp;postID=833642593942749610&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22037970/posts/default/833642593942749610'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22037970/posts/default/833642593942749610'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dharmasattva8.blogspot.com/2006/10/mindfulness-and-non-attachment.html' title='Mindfulness and non-attachment'/><author><name>iDharma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09286636922428762448</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_plQSoraLYTM/S3huy7mLkTI/AAAAAAAAAGo/igBZGJ5_0rY/S220/idharma.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22037970.post-4626597925293643942</id><published>2006-10-16T19:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-10-22T09:06:49.784-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Marriage and non-attachment</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/1490/2690/1600/comrose.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/1490/2690/320/comrose.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Disclaimer:  I was married before I began learning about Buddhism, and I am very happy as a married person, so perhaps the following analysis is  biased.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Non-attachment is often spoken of as a Buddhist ideal.  The Dalai Lama said once that attachment is the "root of suffering."  If non-attachment and equanimity are the pavingstones of the road to &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;nirvana&lt;/span&gt;, then how can it be beneficial to get married?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think that non-attachment is too often interpreted to as indifference and detachment.  Non-attachment does not mean that one must have no love or connection to any thing or being, but rather that such love or connection should be open, accepting and non-differential.  It does not mean that you walk into the ice cream shop and tell the girl behind the counter, "I'll take anything."  It means that one must be willing to enjoy a scoop of black cherry on a cake cone if the store is all out of mint chocolate chip and waffle cones. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, what does that have to do with a marriage?  A marriage relationship should be a partnership of equals who respect one another's space, physically and otherwise.  It is OK if one partner likes tennis and the other does not, as long as the tennis-loving partner can go play a few sets without the other partner feeling bad.  It's no problem if they do not share all of the same friends, so long as each respects the other and the couple can strike a balance in how they spend time with friends and with each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My brother boasted to me some time ago that he and his partner had been together every day over the course of their six-year relationship.  He told me this with the expectation that I would be impressed by it, but I had the opposite response.  I thought it was a little sad and unhealthy.  I have asked my brother out to dinner, etc., only to have him decline or (worse yet) cancel at the last minute because his partner didn't want to go.   This surprised me.  I always thought that there is nothing wrong with a partner going out for an evening with a friend or relative without the other person.  It does not make one disloyal and it does not mean the former is abandoning the latter.   I believe my brother's relationship with his partner is one laced with possessiveness and unhealthy degrees of attachment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My husband is going to Boston (we live in Florida) for the weekend to visit his father and a couple of old fraternity brothers.  Ordinarily I would go with him, but I have commitments at work that I must keep.  While I will miss his company while he is gone, I do not feel jealousy or sadness that he is going.  I am glad he can go even though I cannot join him.  I believe that this is good, because it indicates that I can love without possessiveness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I have wondered about the idea of marriage and its compatibility with Buddhist principles of non-self, non-attachment and equanimity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I welcome comments - please!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22037970-4626597925293643942?l=dharmasattva8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dharmasattva8.blogspot.com/feeds/4626597925293643942/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22037970&amp;postID=4626597925293643942&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22037970/posts/default/4626597925293643942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22037970/posts/default/4626597925293643942'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dharmasattva8.blogspot.com/2006/10/marriage-and-non-attachment.html' title='Marriage and non-attachment'/><author><name>iDharma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09286636922428762448</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_plQSoraLYTM/S3huy7mLkTI/AAAAAAAAAGo/igBZGJ5_0rY/S220/idharma.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22037970.post-5943006077124895095</id><published>2006-10-15T16:43:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-10-15T20:25:08.739-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Refuge</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/1490/2690/1600/buddha-gold.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/1490/2690/320/buddha-gold.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;Taking refuge in the Three Jewels is not something that is done once, but something that all Buddhists should do as a matter of daily living.  The Three Jewels&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);font-family:Book Antiqua;" &gt;--&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;Buddha, Dharma and Sangha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);font-family:Book Antiqua;" &gt;--&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;are the cornerstone principles of Buddhist practice and in them, one finds refuge, an escape from the cycle of suffering called &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;samsara.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;Lately I have&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;been&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;very busy with my work, and while I never violated any of the precepts, I stopped my daily practice of mindfulness meditation and in general lived less mindfully.  Exhausted by the stress of daily life, a couple of weeks ago I looked at myself in the mirror and realized I had moved away from the refuge of the Three Jewels.  I had not been studying the Buddha's teachings, and I had ceased developing myself as a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;dharmasattva&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;, a wise being.  I had found myself disconnected from other &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;dharma&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt; students who form my loosely-organized &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;sangha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;Realizing the damage I was doing to myself physically, spiritually and mentally by neglecting my practice, I have come back to the refuge of the Three Jewels and assumed again the daily practice of mindfulness meditation.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;So what I'm saying is that &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;refuge&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt; is not something one does once, when one recites the three-pronged vow, but rather something one does again and again.  One can stray and return, as I have.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;At the foot of the Bodhi tree, beautifully seated, peaceful and smiling,          &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;         the living source of understanding and compassion, to the Buddha I go          for refuge. &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The path of mindful living, leading to healing, joy, and enlightenment,          &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;         the way of peace, to the Dhamma I go for refuge. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The loving and supportive community of practice, realizing harmony, awareness,          and liberation, &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;         to the Sangha I go for refuge. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;I am aware that the Three Gems are within my heart, I vow to realize them.          &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;I vow to practice mindful breathing and smiling, looking deeply into things.          &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I vow to understand living beings and their suffering, to cultivate compassion          and loving kindness, &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;         and to practice joy and equanimity. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;I vow to offer joy to one person in the morning and to help relieve the          grief of one person in the afternoon. &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;I vow to live simply and sanely, content with just a few possessions,          and to keep my body healthy. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;I vow to let go of all worry and anxiety in order to be light and free.          &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am aware that I owe so much to my parents, teachers, friends and all          beings. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;I vow to be worthy of their trust, to practice wholeheartedly, &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;         so that understanding and compassion will flower, &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;         and I can help living beings be free from their suffering. &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;      &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May the Buddha, the Dhamma, and the Sangha support my efforts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22037970-5943006077124895095?l=dharmasattva8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dharmasattva8.blogspot.com/feeds/5943006077124895095/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22037970&amp;postID=5943006077124895095&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22037970/posts/default/5943006077124895095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22037970/posts/default/5943006077124895095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dharmasattva8.blogspot.com/2006/10/refuge.html' title='Refuge'/><author><name>iDharma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09286636922428762448</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_plQSoraLYTM/S3huy7mLkTI/AAAAAAAAAGo/igBZGJ5_0rY/S220/idharma.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22037970.post-6326308114680686694</id><published>2006-10-12T09:17:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-10-12T11:43:06.146-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Nirvana and Vedic fire physics</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/1490/2690/1600/feuer.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/1490/2690/320/feuer.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I just read the most amazing book entitled &lt;em&gt;The Mind Like Fire Unbound &lt;/em&gt;by Thannisaro Bhikkhu. It's available free online &lt;a href="http://www.buddhistinformation.com/mind_like_fire_unbound.htm"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;. It's an essay (about 115 pages in print) that explains what the Buddha meant when he described &lt;em&gt;nirvana&lt;/em&gt; as the extinguishing of a fire.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thannisaro argues that it is misleading to interpret the Buddha's fire analogy using modern ideas about the physics of fire (ignition, fuel, oxygen, etc.). Instead, we need to look at how people in India understood the physics of fire in Buddha's time. The Vedic theory of fire held that the essence of fire never actually dies, but rather is latent and omnipresent everywhere, becoming active and visible to us when it is "agitated" and "attaches" or "binds" to a fuel source (dried grass, oil, wood, fat, etc.). A fire goes out when the essence of fire unbinds or detaches from the fuel source.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanissaro points out that the very origin of the term &lt;em&gt;nirvana&lt;/em&gt; points to this interpretation. In ancient Sanskrit, the prefix &lt;em&gt;nir&lt;/em&gt; meant "not" or "un-" and the word &lt;em&gt;vana&lt;/em&gt; meant "bound" or "attached." Consequently, &lt;em&gt;nirvana&lt;/em&gt; should be understood as the unbinding of the mind, which causes the fires of passion, delusion and ignorance to flicker and die out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A more abstract aspect of his argument goes to the idea that the state of &lt;em&gt;nirvana&lt;/em&gt; is not unlike that of inactive fire, latent and omnipresent, undescribable and indeterminate. When asked to describe the nature of &lt;em&gt;nirvana &lt;/em&gt;after death, the Buddha consistently described it as undescribable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I can't do justice to Thanissaro's argument in a short blog entry, but I highly recommend that you check &lt;a href="http://www.buddhistinformation.com/mind_like_fire_unbound.htm"&gt;it&lt;/a&gt; out. It's nothing short of brilliant and excellent fodder for contemplative meditation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Namaste.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May we all be unbound from the fire of &lt;em&gt;samsara.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22037970-6326308114680686694?l=dharmasattva8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dharmasattva8.blogspot.com/feeds/6326308114680686694/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22037970&amp;postID=6326308114680686694&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22037970/posts/default/6326308114680686694'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22037970/posts/default/6326308114680686694'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dharmasattva8.blogspot.com/2006/10/nirvana-and-vedic-fire-physics.html' title='Nirvana and Vedic fire physics'/><author><name>iDharma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09286636922428762448</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_plQSoraLYTM/S3huy7mLkTI/AAAAAAAAAGo/igBZGJ5_0rY/S220/idharma.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22037970.post-7580297931893366049</id><published>2006-10-11T17:27:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-10-12T09:16:11.955-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Reincarnation (cartoon)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/1490/2690/1600/buddhists9ds.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/1490/2690/320/buddhists9ds.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is not, strictly speaking, an accurate statement of Buddhist principles, but it sure is funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Namaste&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22037970-7580297931893366049?l=dharmasattva8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dharmasattva8.blogspot.com/feeds/7580297931893366049/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22037970&amp;postID=7580297931893366049&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22037970/posts/default/7580297931893366049'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22037970/posts/default/7580297931893366049'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dharmasattva8.blogspot.com/2006/10/reincarnation-cartoon.html' title='Reincarnation (cartoon)'/><author><name>iDharma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09286636922428762448</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_plQSoraLYTM/S3huy7mLkTI/AAAAAAAAAGo/igBZGJ5_0rY/S220/idharma.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22037970.post-5854601775901592336</id><published>2006-10-11T15:15:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-10-11T15:26:57.428-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dukkha nirvana suffering happiness'/><title type='text'>"Suffering" and the Four Noble Truths</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/1490/2690/1600/J32.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/1490/2690/320/J32.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Most translations of the Four Noble Truths refer to "suffering."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although I am hardly a scholar of Pali or Sanskrit, it seems to me that, at least insofar as these translations are targeted towards Buddhists in the English-speaking west, it might be better to use a different terminology.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In contemporary English usage, "suffering" has the connotation of physical pain or discomfort. Of course, the Buddha was referring to mental and spiritual suffering or anguish as well as physical pain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Sanskrit term &lt;em&gt;dukkha &lt;/em&gt;connotes insufficiency, inadequacy, imbalance, uneasiness, impermanence and imperfection:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;In classic Sanskrit, the term &lt;/em&gt;dukkha &lt;em&gt;was often compared to a large potter's wheel that would screech as it was spun around, and did not turn smoothly. The opposite of &lt;/em&gt;dukkha &lt;em&gt;was the term &lt;/em&gt;sukkha &lt;em&gt;which brought to mind a potter's wheel that turned smoothly and noiselessly. In other Buddhist-influenced cultures, similar imagery was used to describe &lt;/em&gt;dukkha&lt;em&gt;. An example from China is the cart with one wheel that is slightly broken, so that the rider is jolted now and again as the wheel rolls over the broken spot. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[from &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Dukkha"&gt;Wikipedia&lt;/a&gt;]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If one must translate &lt;em&gt;dukkha &lt;/em&gt;into a single English word, perhaps it is better to think of "dissatisfaction" or "discontentment" rather than "suffering."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I was trying to explain the Four Noble Truths to a non-Buddhist, I would explain it like this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Life is inherently unsatisfying. Nothing lasts forever. All things must come to an end. Even those things we believe are lasting are in fact fleeting. Everything around us (and within us) has a beginning and an end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;There is a reason life is unsatisfying. Our dissatisfaction arises from our mistaken belief in the continuity of things around us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;There is a way to overcome such dissatisfaction. If we can learn to live in a way that is mindful and accepting of the impermanence of things, then we will no longer feel so unhappy and unsatisfied.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;One can overcome dissatisfaction and achieve &lt;em&gt;nirvana &lt;/em&gt;by living in accordance with the Eightfold Path. The Eightfold Path is a set of practices that enable us to live more mindfully so that we feel at peace with the impermanent nature of the universe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;I think too many non-Buddhists hear the word "suffering" and immediately think that Buddhism is pessimistic and bleak. Perhaps by using a different, less negatively connotative terminology we can give English-speaking Westerners a clearer picture of the Four Noble Truths.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Or perhaps it is better not to translate &lt;em&gt;dukkha&lt;/em&gt; into a single word and instead to try and define it contextually.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Namaste.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22037970-5854601775901592336?l=dharmasattva8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dharmasattva8.blogspot.com/feeds/5854601775901592336/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22037970&amp;postID=5854601775901592336&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22037970/posts/default/5854601775901592336'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22037970/posts/default/5854601775901592336'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dharmasattva8.blogspot.com/2006/10/suffering-and-four-noble-truths.html' title='&quot;Suffering&quot; and the Four Noble Truths'/><author><name>iDharma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09286636922428762448</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_plQSoraLYTM/S3huy7mLkTI/AAAAAAAAAGo/igBZGJ5_0rY/S220/idharma.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22037970.post-116058511360698885</id><published>2006-10-11T11:44:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-10-11T11:40:44.032-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm back!</title><content type='html'>I let myself get a little too carried away by my work obligations and I have neglected myself spiritually. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am back on the wagon (which looks a lot like a dharma wheel) and back into blogland.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Namaste.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22037970-116058511360698885?l=dharmasattva8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dharmasattva8.blogspot.com/feeds/116058511360698885/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22037970&amp;postID=116058511360698885&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22037970/posts/default/116058511360698885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22037970/posts/default/116058511360698885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dharmasattva8.blogspot.com/2006/10/im-back.html' title='I&apos;m back!'/><author><name>iDharma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09286636922428762448</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_plQSoraLYTM/S3huy7mLkTI/AAAAAAAAAGo/igBZGJ5_0rY/S220/idharma.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22037970.post-115301300728231946</id><published>2006-07-15T20:20:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-10-11T11:40:43.957-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A voice of reason</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;Time out in the fighting  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;From &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);" href="http://www.haaretz.com/hasen/pages/ShArt.jhtml?itemNo=738416&amp;contrassID=2&amp;amp;subContrassID=4&amp;sbSubContrassID=0&amp;amp;listSrc=Y"&gt;Ha'aretz&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;Defense Minister Amir Peretz said yesterday that Israel will not allow Hezbollah to man positions close to Israel's border. This criterion is justified and logical, and it should be set as a goal for the current operation in Lebanon.     &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;Israel cannot and should not come to terms with a blatant violation of its sovereignty, along either the Lebanese or the Gaza borders. The launching of Qassam and Katyusha rockets at Israeli citizens in Sderot and the Galilee is unacceptable; the sole question is, what is the best way of stopping them.     &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;After the government has authorized the Israel Defense Forces to use massive force and marked dozens of targets for attack in Lebanon - the Beirut airport being only the first, according to Interior Minister Roni Bar-On; after Lebanon has been placed under siege from land, sea and air, and after dozens of civilians have been killed, it would not be a sign of weakness for Israel to declare a time-out in its military assault in order to allow the Lebanese to reach their own conclusions.     &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;If the aim is really to drive the Hezbollah forces from the border, it is possible that an agreement on this issue can already be reached by the relevant parties. A time-out in the military operation, accompanied by the threat of continued action, could produce immediate results, before civilians on both sides of the border pay the price of escalation.     &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;The operation in Lebanon must have a limited goal, and it should not aspire to alter the reality there and deter the enemy "once and for all," as Bar-On said - whether that enemy is Hezbollah, Iran, Syria or Hamas. It is easy to draw up exaggerated aims and spew statements filled with arrogance and valor, but once things have been said, it is very difficult to take a step back to more moderate and reasonable positions.     &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;The army failed both at Kerem Shalom and on the northern border. Hamas' ability to dig a long tunnel and surprise an IDF outpost on alert, and Hezbollah's ability to surprise a patrol along the northern border two weeks later, should not spur a disproportionate operation that is meant to restore the army's prestige. The IDF must first learn its lessons at the unit and command levels, chastise itself for being overly complacent, and ensure that such failures, which have the potential to fundamentally alter the situation through possible escalation, do not recur.     &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;Professor Eyal Zisser, an expert on the Middle East at Tel Aviv University, said yesterday that Hezbollah Secretary General Hassan Nasrallah is a reasonable man who can make a deal and stick to it, and that it is possible even at this early stage to ask that his forces withdraw from the northern border in exchange for a cessation of the military operation. Those in charge of assessments for the IDF, who misled the government into thinking that Hezbollah would not act against Israel after a soldier was abducted to the Gaza Strip, may think otherwise - but there is no guarantee that they are right.     &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;Israel has a very powerful military, and everyone in the region understands this. But even when there are grounds for employing force, the military's full power should not be used, no matter how justified the action may be. If it is possible to achieve our security goals through diplomacy, a temporary cease-fire should be declared - and hopefully, these aims can be achieved without inflaming the entire region.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22037970-115301300728231946?l=dharmasattva8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dharmasattva8.blogspot.com/feeds/115301300728231946/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22037970&amp;postID=115301300728231946&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22037970/posts/default/115301300728231946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22037970/posts/default/115301300728231946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dharmasattva8.blogspot.com/2006/07/voice-of-reason.html' title='A voice of reason'/><author><name>iDharma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09286636922428762448</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_plQSoraLYTM/S3huy7mLkTI/AAAAAAAAAGo/igBZGJ5_0rY/S220/idharma.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22037970.post-115300561474347164</id><published>2006-07-15T18:07:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-10-11T11:40:43.887-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Israel, Lebanon and the cycle of violence</title><content type='html'>&lt;a style="font-family: georgia;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5489/2236/1600/Lebanese_Bridge.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5489/2236/320/Lebanese_Bridge.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204); font-family: georgia;font-family:Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:130%;"  &gt;I and the people know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204); font-family: georgia;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204); font-family: georgia;font-family:Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:130%;"  &gt; What all schoolchildren learn,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204); font-family: georgia;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204); font-family: georgia;font-family:Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:130%;"  &gt; Those to whom evil is done,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204); font-family: georgia;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204); font-family: georgia;font-family:Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:130%;"  &gt; Do evil in return.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i  style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204); font-family: georgia;font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 128, 255);"&gt;W.H. Auden&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-family:georgia;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-family:georgia;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Today my heart is sick and sad.  How many more will die before the right of all people to live quietly in peace is respected?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In November 29, 1947, the United Nations voted to partition the British Mandate in Palestine into an independent Jewish state and an independent Arab state:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255); font-family: georgia;font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"  &gt;"The vote on partition was taken at 5:35 P. M. Representatives of Iraq, Saudi Arabia, Syria, and Yemen, four of the six Arab member states, announced that they would not be bound by the Assembly’s decision and walked determinedly out of the Assembly Hall at Flushing Meadow. The Egyptian and Lebanese delegates were silent but walked out, too."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;(From the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: georgia;"&gt;New York Times&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;, November 30, 1947 - article available &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: georgia;" href="http://www.library.cornell.edu/colldev/mideast/unpales1.htm#article"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;The Arab war on the putative Jewish state began immediately.  Two days after partition, Arabs rioted in Jerusalem, killing two shopkeepers and attacking a synagogue and an ambulance en route to a hospital.  Over the next two months, the violence escalated into a full-blown siege of Jerusalem:  telephone lines between Jerusalem and the rest of Palestine were severed and because the roads into the city were unpassable, food, water and other vital supplies became scarce.  (The siege was not broken until June 1948.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;So began a cycle of violence that has continued unabated since 1947, killing untold thousands of people, resulting in the destruction of countless homes and businesses, and leaving an entire people refugees in their own land.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Today I pray that someone has the wisdom and the strength to do what others could not do, and stop the cycle of war and suffering the has plagued the "Holy Land" for so long.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: georgia;"&gt;Namaste.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22037970-115300561474347164?l=dharmasattva8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dharmasattva8.blogspot.com/feeds/115300561474347164/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22037970&amp;postID=115300561474347164&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22037970/posts/default/115300561474347164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22037970/posts/default/115300561474347164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dharmasattva8.blogspot.com/2006/07/israel-lebanon-and-cycle-of-violence.html' title='Israel, Lebanon and the cycle of violence'/><author><name>iDharma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09286636922428762448</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_plQSoraLYTM/S3huy7mLkTI/AAAAAAAAAGo/igBZGJ5_0rY/S220/idharma.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22037970.post-115094128298560270</id><published>2006-06-21T20:54:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-10-11T11:40:43.817-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Carrie's Colorado-style Buffalo Chili</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Okay, so I've not posted in a while.  It's been really crazy the last few weeks, with visiting relatives and a crushing workload at the office, so I've been remiss, I know.  I can't come up with any brilliant meditative thoughts tonight, but I did come up with a great recipe for chili.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5489/2236/1600/bison03.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5489/2236/320/bison03.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;3 cans of beans (kidney, pinto, red or black), drained and rinsed in a collander&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;24 oz of crushed strained tomatoes (&lt;a href="http://www.freshdirect.com/brandpop.jsp?brandId=bd_pomi"&gt;Pomi&lt;/a&gt; makes a great product)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;1-2 cans of &lt;a href="http://www.texmex.net/Rotel/main.htm"&gt;Rotel&lt;/a&gt; diced tomato with chiles, drained&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;1 lb of ground grass-fed/hormone-free buffalo (or lean ground beef), browned&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;3 cloves of garlic, minced&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Fresh cilantro (to taste)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;1 packet of &lt;a href="http://www.goya.com/english/products/product.html?prodSubCatID=8&amp;prodCatID=4"&gt;Goya&lt;/a&gt; Sazón with Coriander and Annatto&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;1 tsp chili powder&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mix all ingredients in a pot and simmer on medium-low heat for 30-40 minutes.  Do not allow the chili to boil.  The slow simmer will allow the chili to develop its own rich gravy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Health notes:  &lt;/span&gt;Rinsing the beans and draining the Rotel eliminates most of the salt from these canned products.  I highly recommend using buffalo: buffalo meat has more flavor and less fat than beef, and grass-fed buffalo is higher in Omega-3 fatty acids and iron than beef (and without the risk of &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Bovine_spongiform_encephalopathy"&gt;BSE&lt;/a&gt; that exists with industrially-raised beef).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Namaste, and bon appetit!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22037970-115094128298560270?l=dharmasattva8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dharmasattva8.blogspot.com/feeds/115094128298560270/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22037970&amp;postID=115094128298560270&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22037970/posts/default/115094128298560270'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22037970/posts/default/115094128298560270'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dharmasattva8.blogspot.com/2006/06/carries-colorado-style-buffalo-chili.html' title='Carrie&apos;s Colorado-style Buffalo Chili'/><author><name>iDharma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09286636922428762448</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_plQSoraLYTM/S3huy7mLkTI/AAAAAAAAAGo/igBZGJ5_0rY/S220/idharma.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22037970.post-114925632107531847</id><published>2006-06-02T08:46:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-10-11T11:40:43.665-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Impermanence on a global scale</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://web.ukonline.co.uk/a.buckley/impact.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://web.ukonline.co.uk/a.buckley/impact.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From &lt;a href="http://www.space.com"&gt;space.com&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;The Five Worst Extinctions in Earth's History&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;Here are details of the five worst mass extinctions in Earth's history and their possible causes, according to paleobiologist Doug Erwin of the Smithsonian Institutions National Museum of Natural History. Erwin said estimates of extinction rates are from the late John J. Sepkoski at the University of Chicago:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;Cretaceous-Tertiary extinction, about 65 million years ago, probably caused or aggravated by impact of several-mile-wide asteroid that created the Chicxulub crater now hidden on the Yucatan Peninsula and beneath the Gulf of Mexico. Some argue for other causes, including gradual climate change or flood-like volcanic eruptions of basalt lava from Indias Deccan Traps. The extinction killed 16 percent of marine families, 47 percent of marine genera (the classification above species) and 18 percent of land vertebrate families, including the dinosaurs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;End Triassic extinction, roughly 199 million to 214 million years ago, most likely caused by massive floods of lava erupting from the central Atlantic magmatic province -- an event that triggered the opening of the Atlantic Ocean. The volcanism may have led to deadly global warming. Rocks from the eruptions now are found in the eastern United States, eastern Brazil, North Africa and Spain. The death toll: 22 percent of marine families, 52 percent of marine genera. Vertebrate deaths are unclear.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;Permian-Triassic extinction, about 251 million years ago. Many scientists suspect a comet or asteroid impact, although direct evidence has not been found. Others believe the cause was flood volcanism from the Siberian Traps and related loss of oxygen in the seas. Still others believe the impact triggered the volcanism and also may have done so during the Cretaceous-Tertiary extinction. The Permian-Triassic catastrophe was Earths worst mass extinction, killing 95 percent of all species, 53 percent of marine families, 84 percent of marine genera and an estimated 70 percent of land species such as plants, insects and vertebrate animals.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;Late Devonian extinction, about 364 million years ago, cause unknown. It killed 22 percent of marine families and 57 percent of marine genera. Erwin said little is known about land organisms at the time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;Ordovician-Silurian extinction, about 439 million years ago, caused by a drop in sea levels as glaciers formed, then by rising sea levels as glaciers melted. The toll: 25 percent of marine families and 60 percent of marine genera.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22037970-114925632107531847?l=dharmasattva8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dharmasattva8.blogspot.com/feeds/114925632107531847/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22037970&amp;postID=114925632107531847&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22037970/posts/default/114925632107531847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22037970/posts/default/114925632107531847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dharmasattva8.blogspot.com/2006/06/impermanence-on-global-scale.html' title='Impermanence on a global scale'/><author><name>iDharma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09286636922428762448</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_plQSoraLYTM/S3huy7mLkTI/AAAAAAAAAGo/igBZGJ5_0rY/S220/idharma.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22037970.post-114859506127054597</id><published>2006-05-25T16:40:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-10-11T11:40:43.589-05:00</updated><title type='text'>HIV+</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;I found out last night that someone close to me is HIV+. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;This person ("Peter") and his partner ("Sam") have been together for about 4 years, so presumably Peter acquired the virus before he met Sam.  Peter is in his mid-40's, so he was a young gay man during the early days when HIV/AIDS was killing so many and the medical community was helpless to stop it.  Sam, on the other hand, is not quite 30, so he grew up in the 1980s and became sexually active in the early 1990s, by which time everyone knew that HIV was transmitted through sexual activity and that the use of condoms could greatly reduce the risk of getting HIV.  Sam told me last night that even though he and Peter had only had "safe" sex perhaps 5 or 6 times over the course of their 4+ year relationship, he is not HIV+, at least for the moment.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;Horrible as it may be, my first reaction was, "How stupid could you be?"  As a young gay man in the early 1980s, Peter had a front-row seat to the carnage of HIV/AIDS and knows first-hand what the disease can do.  Sam, on the other hand, learned about "safe sex" as part of the birds and bees, and can't say he didn't know that the risk existed and how to reduce it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;When I asked if he and Peter were going to take proper precautions at this point, Sam said, "Well, it depends on what we're doing."  Again, I was incredulous.  I can't imagine doing anything to hurt my husband.  If I knew that I could potentially expose him to an ultimately lethal virus, I would do everything in my power to keep that from happening.  I do not understand why Peter would not insist as a matter of course that he and Sam use condoms so that Sam does not get HIV.  And why is Sam so lacking in the instinct of self-preservation (never mind common sense) to insist on this for himself?  I don't understand!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;When my husband and I were dating, before we had sex, we talked about our respective sexual histories.  In our case, each of us had been in only one other significant relationship and had only slept with one other person.  Furthermore, as frequent blood donors, we had been tested for HIV and had always tested negative.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;Are we unusual in this regard?  Don't other people do this before they hop in the sack without a condom?  I guess I am just naive, but I would have assumed that Peter and Sam (1) would have had some discussion of their past sexual histories and (2) used a condom until they had (3) both tested HIV-negative.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;I know that what is done is done.  The past cannot be unwound and rewoven into a new present.  And the future cannot be known, so all we can do is mindfully and with lovingkindness live in the present moment, which is really the only moment we have.  But that said, I do not believe that one should blindly and recklessly live in the present moment without regard for the consequences of one's actions.  And in a way, that looks like what has happened, and is happening, for Peter and Sam.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;I feel as if my reaction is compassionless, and I feel bad about it.  But right now I feel less sadness and more of a swirl of incredulity and anger.  I want the best for Peter and Sam.  I love them both.  I do not want them to suffer.  But I cannot help but look at this situation and think that these two men have not done what they reasonably could to avoid the pain of this situation.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;Any thoughts?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="" 255="" 204=""&gt;. . .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255); font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:georgia;" &gt;In my own experience, the period of greatest gain in knowledge and experience is the most difficult period in one's life. ...Through a difficult period, you can learn, you can develop inner strength, determination, and courage to face the problem. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255); font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:georgia;" &gt;-His Holiness the Dalai Lama&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);font-family:georgia;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22037970-114859506127054597?l=dharmasattva8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dharmasattva8.blogspot.com/feeds/114859506127054597/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22037970&amp;postID=114859506127054597&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22037970/posts/default/114859506127054597'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22037970/posts/default/114859506127054597'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dharmasattva8.blogspot.com/2006/05/hiv.html' title='HIV+'/><author><name>iDharma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09286636922428762448</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_plQSoraLYTM/S3huy7mLkTI/AAAAAAAAAGo/igBZGJ5_0rY/S220/idharma.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22037970.post-114753296786562683</id><published>2006-05-13T10:08:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-10-11T11:40:43.509-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Hejse til Danmark</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5489/2236/1600/dk_flag.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5489/2236/320/dk_flag.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm off to Denmark, everybody!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll be keeping a (handwritten) diary and I'll share my experiences when I return.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Farvel&lt;/em&gt;...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22037970-114753296786562683?l=dharmasattva8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dharmasattva8.blogspot.com/feeds/114753296786562683/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22037970&amp;postID=114753296786562683&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22037970/posts/default/114753296786562683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22037970/posts/default/114753296786562683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dharmasattva8.blogspot.com/2006/05/hejse-til-danmark.html' title='Hejse til Danmark'/><author><name>iDharma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09286636922428762448</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_plQSoraLYTM/S3huy7mLkTI/AAAAAAAAAGo/igBZGJ5_0rY/S220/idharma.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22037970.post-114745800633531089</id><published>2006-05-12T13:16:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-10-11T11:40:43.424-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Buddha's Birthday</title><content type='html'>Today is Vesak Day – the day popularly celebrated all over Asia as the Buddha’s birthday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, Buddhists all over the world commemorate three great events: The birth, enlightenment and the passing away of Gautama Buddha. As Buddhism spread from India to all parts of the world, the teachings were readily assimilated with the cultures of the people who accepted the teachings. As a result, Buddhist art and culture took on a rich variety of forms with profound gentleness and kindness as the Buddha expressly forbade the use of force. The practice of Buddhism was adapted in many ways to suit the nature of the various cultures that accepted it. As a result of this, Vesak is celebrated in many different ways all over the world. But in essence many practices have become universal. This sacred day is purely a religious festival, and not a festive occasion. On this day all Buddhists are expected to reaffirm their faith in the Buddha Dhamma and to lead a noble religious life. It is a day for meditation and for radiating Loving-Kindness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, devout Buddhists are expected to assemble in various temples before dawn for the ceremonial hoisting of the Buddhist flag and the singing of hymns in praise of the holy triple gem: The Buddha, The Dharma (his teachings), and The Sangha (his disciples). Devotees may bring simple offerings of flowers, candles and joss-sticks to lay at the feet of their teacher. These symbolic offerings are to remind followers that just as the beautiful flowers would wither away after a short while and the candles and joss-sticks would soon burn out, so too is life subject to decay and destruction. Devotees are enjoined to make a special effort to refrain from killing of any kind. They are encouraged to partake of vegetarian food for the day. In some countries, notably Sri Lanka, two days are set aside for the celebration of Vesak and all liquor shops and slaughter houses are closed by government decree during the two days. Birds and animals are also released by the thousands in a symbolic act to liberation, of giving freedom to those who are in captivity. However, it is not recommended that birds be released in the heart of crowded cities, because by doing so we may cause harm to the poor bewildered birds which are unable to fly far after a long period of captivity. Unscrupulous bird dealers would recapture such birds for resale to well meaning devotees. If birds are to be released it is recommended that this be done in rural areas where the birds can achieve real freedom. Some devout Buddhists will wear a simple white dress and spend the whole day in temples with renewed determination to observe the observance of the Eight Precepts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On this day monks will recite verses uttered by the Buddha twenty-five centuries ago, to invoke peace and happiness for the Government and the people. Buddhists are reminded to live in harmony with people of other faiths and to respect the beliefs of other people as the Buddha had taught.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Celebrating Vesak also means making special efforts to bring happiness to the unfortunate like the aged, the handicapped and the sick. To this end, Buddhists will distribute gifts in cash and kind to various charitable homes throughout the country. Vesak is also a time for great joy and happiness. But this joy is expressed not by pandering to one’s appetites but by concentrating on useful activities such as decorating and illuminating temples, painting and creating exquisite scenes from the life of the Buddha for public dissemination. Devout Buddhists also vie with one another to provide refreshments and vegetarian food to devotees who visit the temple to pay homage to the Blessed One.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Buddha himself has given invaluable advice on how to pay homage to him. Just before he died, he saw his faithful attendant Ananda, weeping. The Buddha advised him not to weep, but to understand the universal law that all compounded things (including even his own body) must disintegrate. He advised everyone not to cry over the disintegration of the physical body but to regard his teachings (The Dhamma) as their teacher from then on, because only the Dhamma truth is eternal and not subject to the law of change. He also stressed that the way to pay homage to him was not merely by offering flowers, incense, and lights, but by truly and sincerely striving to follow his teachings. This is how devotees are expected to celebrated Vesak: to use the opportunity to reiterate their determination to lead noble lives, to develop their minds, to practise loving-kindness and to bring peace and harmony to humanity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;From &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Vesak"&gt;Wikipedia&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22037970-114745800633531089?l=dharmasattva8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dharmasattva8.blogspot.com/feeds/114745800633531089/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22037970&amp;postID=114745800633531089&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22037970/posts/default/114745800633531089'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22037970/posts/default/114745800633531089'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dharmasattva8.blogspot.com/2006/05/buddhas-birthday.html' title='Buddha&apos;s Birthday'/><author><name>iDharma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09286636922428762448</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_plQSoraLYTM/S3huy7mLkTI/AAAAAAAAAGo/igBZGJ5_0rY/S220/idharma.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22037970.post-114735764288099809</id><published>2006-05-11T09:02:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-10-11T11:40:43.325-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Destination: Denmark</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5489/2236/1600/dk_map.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5489/2236/320/dk_map.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday I leave for an 8-day trip to the western (Jylland) region of Denmark.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I probably won't be blogging very much while I'm gone, but I hope to have some interesting things to say when I get back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Namaste&lt;/em&gt;, everyone.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22037970-114735764288099809?l=dharmasattva8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dharmasattva8.blogspot.com/feeds/114735764288099809/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22037970&amp;postID=114735764288099809&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22037970/posts/default/114735764288099809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22037970/posts/default/114735764288099809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dharmasattva8.blogspot.com/2006/05/destination-denmark.html' title='Destination: Denmark'/><author><name>iDharma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09286636922428762448</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_plQSoraLYTM/S3huy7mLkTI/AAAAAAAAAGo/igBZGJ5_0rY/S220/idharma.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22037970.post-114710607483930405</id><published>2006-05-08T11:23:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-10-11T11:39:46.175-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Sunscreen</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5489/2236/1600/caps.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5489/2236/320/caps.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The local college kids from the &lt;a href="www.ucf.edu"&gt;University of Central Florida&lt;/a&gt; graduated last week. I saw a group of them at a restaurant and it made me think of that song, "&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Everybody"&gt;Everybody's Free&lt;/a&gt;," by &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Baz_Luhrmann"&gt;Baz Luhrman&lt;/a&gt;, that came out a few years ago:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;If I could offer you only one tip for the future, sunscreen would be IT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;The long term benefits of sunscreen have been proved by scientists whereas the rest of my advice has no basis more reliable than my own meandering experience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;I will dispense this advice now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;Enjoy the power and beauty of your youth. Never mind. You will not understand the power and beauty of your youth until they have faded. But trust me, in 20 years you’ll look back at photos of yourself and recall in a way you can’t grasp now how much possibility lay before you and how fabulous you really looked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;You are NOT as fat as you imagine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;Don’t worry about the future; or worry, but know that worrying is as effective as trying to solve an algebra equation by chewing bubblegum. The real troubles in your life are apt to be things that never crossed your worried mind; the kind that blindside you at 4pm on some idle Tuesday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;Do one thing every day that scares you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;Sing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;Don’t be reckless with other people’s hearts, don’t put up with people who are reckless with yours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;Floss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;Don’t waste your time on jealousy; sometimes you’re ahead, sometimes you’re behind. The race is long, and in the end, it’s only with yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;Remember compliments you receive, forget the insults; if you succeed in doing this, tell me how.&lt;br /&gt;Keep your old love letters, throw away your old bank statements.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;Stretch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;Don’t feel guilty if you don’t know what you want to do with your life. The most interesting people I know didn’t know at 22 what they wanted to do with their lives, some of the most interesting 40 year olds I know still don’t.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;Get plenty of calcium.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;Be kind to your knees, you’ll miss them when they’re gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;Maybe you’ll marry, maybe you won’t, maybe you’ll have children, maybe you won’t, maybe you’ll divorce at 40, maybe you’ll dance the funky chicken on your 75th wedding anniversary. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;Whatever you do, don’t congratulate yourself too much or berate yourself, either. Your choices are half chance, so are everybody else’s. Enjoy your body, use it every way you can. Don’t be afraid of it, or what other people think of it, it’s the greatest instrument you’ll ever own.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;Dance. Even if you have nowhere to do it but in your own living room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;Read the directions, even if you don’t follow them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;Do NOT read beauty magazines, they will only make you feel ugly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;Get to know your parents, you never know when they’ll be gone for good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;Be nice to your siblings; they are your best link to your past and the people most likely to stick with you in the future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;Understand that friends come and go, but for the precious few you should hold on. Work hard to bridge the gaps in geography in lifestyle because the older you get, the more you need the people you knew when you were young.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;Live in New York City once, but leave before it makes you hard; live in Northern California once, but leave before it makes you soft.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;Travel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;Accept certain inalienable truths, prices will rise, politicians will philander, you too will get old, and when you do you’ll fantasize that when you were young prices were reasonable, politicians were noble and children respected their elders.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;Respect your elders.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;Don’t expect anyone else to support you. Maybe you have a trust fund, maybe you'll have a wealthy spouse; but you never know when either one might run out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;Don’t mess too much with your hair, or by the time you're 40, it will look 85.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;Be careful whose advice you buy, but, be patient with those who supply it. Advice is a form of nostalgia, dispensing it is a way of fishing the past from the disposal, wiping it off, painting over the ugly parts and recycling it for more than it’s worth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;But trust me on the sunscreen. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22037970-114710607483930405?l=dharmasattva8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dharmasattva8.blogspot.com/feeds/114710607483930405/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22037970&amp;postID=114710607483930405&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22037970/posts/default/114710607483930405'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22037970/posts/default/114710607483930405'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dharmasattva8.blogspot.com/2006/05/sunscreen.html' title='Sunscreen'/><author><name>iDharma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09286636922428762448</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_plQSoraLYTM/S3huy7mLkTI/AAAAAAAAAGo/igBZGJ5_0rY/S220/idharma.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22037970.post-114673990560872774</id><published>2006-05-04T05:51:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-10-11T11:39:46.107-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Moussaoui: response to Tom</title><content type='html'>Thanks for your comments, Tom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Regarding (1), the problem was that to prove conspiracy, you have to show an overt act in furtherance of the conspiracy. If I know that my neighbor is going to commit murder, legally speaking, that knowledge alone does not make me a co-conspirator. Now I agree, morally, I would have an obligation to step forward. However, our legal system protects due process of law by requiring more than immoral thoughts. Immoral actions (or, sometimes, inactions) make one legally culpable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) I agree that it was a jury that acted yesterday, but I believe that what the jury did is not an isolated incident. I do not think that one can impute the immorality of our government's actions upon the people as a whole. I believe the American people are starting to wake up to the immorality and injustice being carried out in their names.   And I think the jury's actions might be an indicator of that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) I wear my seatbelt, too. But I think the "freedom" to go without a seatbelt is quite a bit different than the freedoms of speech, association, assembly, religion, etc. that are protected by the First Amendment.  If given the choice between warrantless searches and preemptive, blanket wiretaps on the one hand and a graver risk of terrorist attack, I'd take the risk.  But as the USA Patriot Act shows, we've invested a lot of energy in constructing a freedom-gobbling police state infrastructure to protect us from the risk of terrorism.  The thing is, 45,000 Americans die in car accidents every year, well over half of whom are alcohol-related. But I don't see the kind of hell-bent enthusiasm about car safety and drunk driving that we see invested in the "War on Terror."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks again for your comments, Tom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Namaste.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22037970-114673990560872774?l=dharmasattva8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dharmasattva8.blogspot.com/feeds/114673990560872774/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22037970&amp;postID=114673990560872774&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22037970/posts/default/114673990560872774'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22037970/posts/default/114673990560872774'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dharmasattva8.blogspot.com/2006/05/moussaoui-response-to-tom.html' title='Moussaoui: response to Tom'/><author><name>iDharma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09286636922428762448</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_plQSoraLYTM/S3huy7mLkTI/AAAAAAAAAGo/igBZGJ5_0rY/S220/idharma.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22037970.post-114670127903684096</id><published>2006-05-03T18:45:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-10-11T11:39:46.041-05:00</updated><title type='text'>America, you won</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5489/2236/1600/moussaoui.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5489/2236/200/moussaoui.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://media.msnbc.msn.com/i/msnbc/Components/Sources/sourceAP.gif" border="0" height="20" hspace="0" width="140" /&gt; &lt;div style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);" class="textTimestamp"&gt;Updated: 7:25 p.m. ET May 3, 2006&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);" class="textBodyBlack"&gt;&lt;span id="byLine"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;ALEXANDRIA, Va. - Al-Qaida  conspirator Zacarias Moussaoui escaped the death penalty Wednesday as a jury  decided he deserved life in prison instead for his role in the bloodiest  terrorist attack in U.S. history. “America, you lost,” Moussaoui taunted.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);" class="textBodyBlack"&gt;&lt;span id="byLine"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;After seven days of deliberation,  the nine men and three women rebuffed the government’s appeal for death for the  only person charged in this country in the four suicide jetliner hijackings that  killed nearly 3,000 people on Sept. 11, 2001.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);" class="textBodyBlack"&gt;&lt;span id="byLine"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Three jurors said Moussaoui had  only limited knowledge of the Sept. 11 plot, and three described his role in the  attacks as minor, if he had any role at all.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Comment:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Moussaoui was wrong.  Today, as a result of the jury's decision to sentence him to life in prison, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;America won&lt;/span&gt;.  The sentence is a triumph of compassion, integrity and restraint over anger, hatred and revenge. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will not launch into a lengthy dissertation about the death penalty, which I felt ambivalent about for many years and now oppose. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I will say that this was the right decision for three reasons:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; It shows that we are a nation of reasoned justice, not mob justice. &lt;/span&gt; Executing Moussaoui for failing to step forward with knowledge of the 9/11 plan would have been a revenge killing, intended not to punish him for what he did but to avenge the deaths of nearly 3,000 innocent lives taken in the 9/11 terrorist attacks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;It prevents us from sliding farther down the slippery slope of giving up civil liberties in exchange for perceived security.  &lt;/span&gt;Speaking for the moment as a lawyer (I can't help it), it is worth noting that, had Moussaoui been given the death penalty, it would be the first time in the history of American jurisprudence that someone was executed for an act of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;omission&lt;/span&gt;.  Remember, Moussaoui was charged with six counts of conspiracy, and the basis of the government's recommendation of the death penalty was that had Moussaoui (who was incarcerated on September 11, 2001) stepped forward and told authorities about the plot, the attacks would not have occurred.  He would not have been executed for what he &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;did&lt;/span&gt;, but what he &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;didn't do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;It shows the world that we cannot be shaken from our core principles, even in the face of danger.&lt;/span&gt;  In Israel, the day after a suicide bombing, the markets are full of shoppers, the buses are full of riders, and the sidewalk cafes are full of diners.  Israelis refuse to allow the risk of terrorism--which happens there every couple of months--to change their way of life.  So, too, by adhering to the principles of due process and trial by jury, we have shown the other peoples of the world that we will not be driven to barbarity by the threat of barbarity.  Our commitment to our principles should be unwavering.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope that the Moussaoui sentence is a bellweather, a sign that we Americans are finally waking up and realizing that, if given the choice, it is better to be more free and less safe than less free and more safe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May freedom ring!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Namaste.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22037970-114670127903684096?l=dharmasattva8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dharmasattva8.blogspot.com/feeds/114670127903684096/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22037970&amp;postID=114670127903684096&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22037970/posts/default/114670127903684096'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22037970/posts/default/114670127903684096'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dharmasattva8.blogspot.com/2006/05/america-you-won.html' title='America, you won'/><author><name>iDharma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09286636922428762448</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_plQSoraLYTM/S3huy7mLkTI/AAAAAAAAAGo/igBZGJ5_0rY/S220/idharma.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22037970.post-114644128885864445</id><published>2006-04-30T18:53:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-10-11T11:39:45.972-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Do no harm</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;"Do not take lightly small misdeeds,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;Believing they can do no harm: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;Even a tiny spark of fire&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;Can set alight a mountain of hay."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;- Patrul Rinpoche&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22037970-114644128885864445?l=dharmasattva8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dharmasattva8.blogspot.com/feeds/114644128885864445/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22037970&amp;postID=114644128885864445&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22037970/posts/default/114644128885864445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22037970/posts/default/114644128885864445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dharmasattva8.blogspot.com/2006/04/do-no-harm.html' title='Do no harm'/><author><name>iDharma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09286636922428762448</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_plQSoraLYTM/S3huy7mLkTI/AAAAAAAAAGo/igBZGJ5_0rY/S220/idharma.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22037970.post-114643834829074832</id><published>2006-04-30T17:52:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-10-11T11:39:45.902-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Carrie's baked crab cakes</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5489/2236/1600/crab.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5489/2236/200/crab.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;These crab cakes are baked, not fried, and so are quite healthy, low in fat and high in protein.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;Any kind of crab meat will do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;I used blue swimming crab (&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Portunus_pelagicus"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Portunus pelagicus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;, pictured here), which is widely available in U.S. grocery stores.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="padding-left: 20px; color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;1-1/2 lb. crab meat&lt;br /&gt;Salt to taste&lt;br /&gt;1/2 tsp. paprika&lt;br /&gt;1/2 tsp. Cajun seasoning&lt;br /&gt;3 eggs, slightly beaten&lt;br /&gt;5 Weetabix biscuits, crushed  OR  1/2 c. bread crumbs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;Combine first five ingredients in bowl and mix well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Add enough Weetabix/bread crumbs to shape mixture into 3" diameter cakes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coat with additional Weetabix/crumbs, if desired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Place on a baking sheet and bake in 400 degree oven for 20 minutes or until golden, flipping cakes over once during cooking. Makes 8-9 servings.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22037970-114643834829074832?l=dharmasattva8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dharmasattva8.blogspot.com/feeds/114643834829074832/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22037970&amp;postID=114643834829074832&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22037970/posts/default/114643834829074832'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22037970/posts/default/114643834829074832'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dharmasattva8.blogspot.com/2006/04/carries-baked-crab-cakes.html' title='Carrie&apos;s baked crab cakes'/><author><name>iDharma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09286636922428762448</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_plQSoraLYTM/S3huy7mLkTI/AAAAAAAAAGo/igBZGJ5_0rY/S220/idharma.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22037970.post-114609872465568055</id><published>2006-04-26T19:37:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-10-11T11:39:45.836-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Guernica</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/en/thumb/9/97/Gernika3.jpg/350px-Gernika3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/en/thumb/9/97/Gernika3.jpg/350px-Gernika3.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is the anniversary of the bombing of Guernica, Spain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Bombing_of_Guernica"&gt;Wikipedia&lt;/a&gt; entry says, "The bombing of &lt;st1:city&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;Guernica&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt; was an aerial attack on &lt;st1:date year="1937" day="26" month="4"&gt;April 26, 1937&lt;/st1:date&gt;, during the Spanish Civil War by the German Luftwaffe squadron known as the Condor Legion against the Basque city of &lt;st1:city&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;Guernica&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt;. It was the first aerial bombardment in history in which a civilian population was attacked with the apparent intent of producing total destruction."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guernica was the first instance of the heartlessness of the modern air war.  Sadly, such atrocities continue to this day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So today, thinking of Guernica, Dresden, Hiroshima, Bagdhad and all the other cities and towns all over the world that have endured the horror of death from above, let us live mindfully that there may someday be peace in all of our hearts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Namaste.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22037970-114609872465568055?l=dharmasattva8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dharmasattva8.blogspot.com/feeds/114609872465568055/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22037970&amp;postID=114609872465568055&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22037970/posts/default/114609872465568055'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22037970/posts/default/114609872465568055'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dharmasattva8.blogspot.com/2006/04/guernica.html' title='Guernica'/><author><name>iDharma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09286636922428762448</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_plQSoraLYTM/S3huy7mLkTI/AAAAAAAAAGo/igBZGJ5_0rY/S220/idharma.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22037970.post-114540451684410349</id><published>2006-04-18T18:47:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-10-11T11:39:45.765-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My little mindfulness frog</title><content type='html'>So this evening I was running around the house (which is still not quite completely unpacked, even though we've been in the house a couple of months now), looking for my purple fleece jacket which I need for a business trip to Denmark in early May. (&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;Hva', b&lt;/span&gt;ecause early May in Denmark could still be a wee bit chilly, &lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;ja&lt;/span&gt;?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went out the front door to look in my car, and was surprised to see a familiar little face seeking shelter from the rain:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5489/2236/1600/gate%20frog%204-18-06.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5489/2236/320/gate%20frog%204-18-06.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was just about where he was the first time I saw him, a few weeks ago, clinging with his (her?) amazing little feet right next to the latch on our wrought iron gate. He must like that little place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For a few moments, he looked right at me as if to say, "Shhh...enjoy the rain. Denmark and the jacket can wait."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sort of like a mindfulness bell, one glance at my little mindfulness frog and I snapped out of my hurried haze back to the moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a beautiful frog! What a beautiful spring shower! What a nice cool evening! These things are real, but transient. I should appreciate them while they last.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, whenever the harried haze comes over me, I will try to think of my little mindfulness frog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;Namaste.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22037970-114540451684410349?l=dharmasattva8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dharmasattva8.blogspot.com/feeds/114540451684410349/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22037970&amp;postID=114540451684410349&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22037970/posts/default/114540451684410349'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22037970/posts/default/114540451684410349'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dharmasattva8.blogspot.com/2006/04/my-little-mindfulness-frog.html' title='My little mindfulness frog'/><author><name>iDharma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09286636922428762448</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_plQSoraLYTM/S3huy7mLkTI/AAAAAAAAAGo/igBZGJ5_0rY/S220/idharma.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22037970.post-114528990849610653</id><published>2006-04-17T11:04:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-10-11T11:39:45.700-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Letting go, step by step</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;Don't cling to anything and don't reject anything. Let come what comes, and accomodate yourself to that, whatever it is. If good mental images arise, that is fine. If bad mental images arise, that is fine, too. Look on all of it as equal, and make yourself comfortable with whatever happens. Don't fight with what you experience, just observe it all mindfully.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Bhante Henepola Gunaratana, &lt;em&gt;Mindfulness in Plain English&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22037970-114528990849610653?l=dharmasattva8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dharmasattva8.blogspot.com/feeds/114528990849610653/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22037970&amp;postID=114528990849610653&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22037970/posts/default/114528990849610653'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22037970/posts/default/114528990849610653'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dharmasattva8.blogspot.com/2006/04/letting-go-step-by-step.html' title='Letting go, step by step'/><author><name>iDharma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09286636922428762448</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_plQSoraLYTM/S3huy7mLkTI/AAAAAAAAAGo/igBZGJ5_0rY/S220/idharma.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22037970.post-114520192874849457</id><published>2006-04-16T10:03:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-10-11T11:39:45.634-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Can faith foster social justice?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;"'For I was hungry and you gave me something to eat; I was thirsty and you gave me something to drink; I was a stranger and you invited me in; I needed clothes and you clothed me; I was sick and you looked after me; I was in prison and you came to visit me.' &lt;/span&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;"Then the righteous will answer him, 'Lord, when did we see you hungry and feed you, or thirsty and give you something to drink? When did we see you a stranger and invite you in, or needing clothes and clothe you?  When did we see you sick or in prison and go to visit you?' &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;"The King will reply, 'I tell you the truth, whatever you did for one of the least of these brothers of mine, you did for me.'" (Matthew 25)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5489/2236/1600/faith_lotus.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5489/2236/320/faith_lotus.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;This morning's &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);" href="http://www.msnbc.msn.com/id/3898804/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Meet the Press&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt; featured a fascinating discussion among a half-dozen religious leaders of various faiths talking about faith and politics.   Of course, Buddhism was not represented, but several of the guests did speak about changing the focus of American spirituality away from the destructive politics surrounding issues like abortion, gay rights and genetic research and towards more basic principles of lovingkindness, compassion and social justice.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;I was impressed by three of the speakers in particular: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);" href="http://www.tikkun.org/rabbi_lerner"&gt;Rabbi Michael Lerner&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt; (Jewish), &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);" href="http://www.benetvision.org/"&gt;Sister Joan Chittister OSB&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt; (Catholic), and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);" href="http://www.gwu.edu/%7Ereligion/nasr.htm"&gt;Professor Seyyed Hossein Nasr&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt; (Muslim).  All three encouraged Americans of faith to turn their attention to addressing poverty, social inequality, environmental destruction, corporate greed and the erosion of civil liberties in the United States.  While all three declined to characterize the United States as "a Christian nation," they each argued in favor of reaching out to the less fortunate in ways that are more "Christlike."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;I came away from the program feeling a little more hopeful that there are social progressives among all of the world's faiths.  If people of all spiritual paths can come together out of love and compassion and treat others with lovingkindness and compassion, then perhaps we can begin to rid the world of the grinding poverty, ignorance and suffering that foments so much violence, injustice and disease.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22037970-114520192874849457?l=dharmasattva8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dharmasattva8.blogspot.com/feeds/114520192874849457/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22037970&amp;postID=114520192874849457&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22037970/posts/default/114520192874849457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22037970/posts/default/114520192874849457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dharmasattva8.blogspot.com/2006/04/can-faith-foster-social-justice.html' title='Can faith foster social justice?'/><author><name>iDharma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09286636922428762448</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_plQSoraLYTM/S3huy7mLkTI/AAAAAAAAAGo/igBZGJ5_0rY/S220/idharma.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22037970.post-114506429660340781</id><published>2006-04-14T20:07:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-10-11T11:39:45.568-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Seeking stillness</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5489/2236/1600/still_pond_switzerland.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5489/2236/320/still_pond_switzerland.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);font-family:VERDANA,ARIAL,SANS-SERIF;font-size:100%;"  &gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153); font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt; "You tell me to stand still, but I am not walking," he shouted, "whereas you who are walking say you are still. How is it that you are standing still but I am not?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Buddha turned round. "My legs move but my mind is still," he said. "Your legs are still but your mind moves all the time in a fire of anger, hatred, and feverish desire. Therefore, I am still but you are not."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: georgia;" href="http://www.accesstoinsight.org/canon/sutta/majjhima/index.html"&gt;Majjhima Nikaya&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);font-family:georgia;" &gt;Stillness of mind does not come easy to me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);font-family:georgia;" &gt;My husband says I am a bit of a "Type A" personality: goal-oriented, serious, etc.  In my pursuit of doing the right thing and doing it well, I tend to think myself into a tizzy.  "What if...?  If only I had..."  You know what I mean.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);font-family:georgia;" &gt;In the last two years I have learned to recognize these twitchy, anxious "habit energies" (Thich Nhat Hanh's term) and steer my thoughts towards calmer, more wholesome thoughts.  I still feel the habit energies, and feelings of worry and self-criticism still bubble up from time to time, but I have learned ways to control my thoughts, rather than let them control me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);font-family:georgia;" &gt;Interestingly, meditation is a way to practice calming my native habit energies, and the more I practice finding stillness, I improve my &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 204);font-family:georgia;" &gt;zazen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);font-family:georgia;" &gt; sessions and the overall level of happiness in my daily life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22037970-114506429660340781?l=dharmasattva8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dharmasattva8.blogspot.com/feeds/114506429660340781/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22037970&amp;postID=114506429660340781&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22037970/posts/default/114506429660340781'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22037970/posts/default/114506429660340781'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dharmasattva8.blogspot.com/2006/04/seeking-stillness.html' title='Seeking stillness'/><author><name>iDharma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09286636922428762448</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_plQSoraLYTM/S3huy7mLkTI/AAAAAAAAAGo/igBZGJ5_0rY/S220/idharma.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22037970.post-114470960606897958</id><published>2006-04-10T17:50:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-10-11T11:39:45.502-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Freedom bracelet</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5489/2236/1600/freedom_bracelet.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5489/2236/320/freedom_bracelet.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Support Tibetan Buddhist nuns in exile in India and show your support for the plight of the Tibetan people ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Buy a Tibetan Freedom Bracelet &lt;a href="http://www.tnp.org/index.shtml"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22037970-114470960606897958?l=dharmasattva8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dharmasattva8.blogspot.com/feeds/114470960606897958/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22037970&amp;postID=114470960606897958&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22037970/posts/default/114470960606897958'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22037970/posts/default/114470960606897958'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dharmasattva8.blogspot.com/2006/04/freedom-bracelet.html' title='Freedom bracelet'/><author><name>iDharma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09286636922428762448</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_plQSoraLYTM/S3huy7mLkTI/AAAAAAAAAGo/igBZGJ5_0rY/S220/idharma.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22037970.post-114454871760734833</id><published>2006-04-08T20:50:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-10-11T11:39:45.432-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Carrie's keema recipe</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);"&gt;This is my variation of the traditional Indian dish of ground or minced lamb in a curry gravy.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;Ingredients:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;1/4 cup olive oil&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;1 cup finely chopped onions&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;1 cup sliced mushrooms&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;1/2 cup sliced carrots &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;1 cup diced baby red potatoes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;1/4 cup minced garlic&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;1 lb ground lamb&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;1 Tbsp chili powder&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;2 cups diced tomatoes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;1 can young green peas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;1 cup water&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;1 tsp Mild red curry paste *&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;1/4 tsp Thai green curry paste *&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;1 packet Sazón seasoning "con culantro y achiote" *&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;* Available in the "ethnic" food aisle at your local market&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;Directions:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;1) Add oil to hot skillet and coat surface evenly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;2) Add ground lamb and cook on medium-high heat until meat is just barely browned&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;3) Add onions to skillet, saute until onions are translucent&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;4) Combine lamb, onions and the rest of the ingredients in a large pot.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;5) Cook on medium heat until bubbling, then turn heat down and allow to simmer for 40 minutes, stirring occasionally.  Do not allow it to boil.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;6) Serve over jasmine or brown basmati rice.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;Serves 4-6.  (Makes great leftovers.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;Namaste.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22037970-114454871760734833?l=dharmasattva8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dharmasattva8.blogspot.com/feeds/114454871760734833/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22037970&amp;postID=114454871760734833&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22037970/posts/default/114454871760734833'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22037970/posts/default/114454871760734833'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dharmasattva8.blogspot.com/2006/04/carries-keema-recipe.html' title='Carrie&apos;s keema recipe'/><author><name>iDharma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09286636922428762448</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_plQSoraLYTM/S3huy7mLkTI/AAAAAAAAAGo/igBZGJ5_0rY/S220/idharma.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22037970.post-114445980178085081</id><published>2006-04-07T20:17:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-10-11T11:39:45.361-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Heard on the radio...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;Lost in the sky&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Clouds roll by and I roll with them&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Arrows fly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seas increase and then fall again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This world is spinning around me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This world is spinning without me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every day sends future to past&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;  Every breath leaves one less to my last&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;  Watch the sparrow falling&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;  Gives new meaning to it all&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;  If not today nor yet tomorrow then some other day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(From "Pull Me Under," Dream Theater)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;!--[if !supportLineBreakNewLine]--&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22037970-114445980178085081?l=dharmasattva8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dharmasattva8.blogspot.com/feeds/114445980178085081/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22037970&amp;postID=114445980178085081&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22037970/posts/default/114445980178085081'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22037970/posts/default/114445980178085081'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dharmasattva8.blogspot.com/2006/04/heard-on-radio.html' title='Heard on the radio...'/><author><name>iDharma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09286636922428762448</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_plQSoraLYTM/S3huy7mLkTI/AAAAAAAAAGo/igBZGJ5_0rY/S220/idharma.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22037970.post-114442301977828103</id><published>2006-04-07T09:39:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-10-11T11:39:45.298-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Opinions</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5489/2236/1600/arguing.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5489/2236/320/arguing.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;The one who wanders independent in the world, free from opinions and viewpoints, does not grasp them and enter into disputations and arguments. As the lotus rises on its stalk unsoiled by the mud and the water, so the wise one speaks of peace and is unstained by the opinions of the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Sutta Nipata) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Comment: &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;I don't think the Buddha intended that we live our lives without having opinions at all. I think the point is not to be stained (or &lt;em&gt;constrained&lt;/em&gt;) by them in such a way that your opinions and viewpoints compromise your ability to live treat others with compassion and lovingkindness. I think of people being so consumed by the passion of their opinions that they are blinded by them, unable to think independently and exercise sound judgment. Opinions and viewpoints should be treated like other products of thought, and we should be in full control of them, rather than controlled &lt;em&gt;by &lt;/em&gt;them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;Peace to you all. Love one another.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22037970-114442301977828103?l=dharmasattva8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dharmasattva8.blogspot.com/feeds/114442301977828103/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22037970&amp;postID=114442301977828103&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22037970/posts/default/114442301977828103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22037970/posts/default/114442301977828103'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dharmasattva8.blogspot.com/2006/04/opinions.html' title='Opinions'/><author><name>iDharma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09286636922428762448</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_plQSoraLYTM/S3huy7mLkTI/AAAAAAAAAGo/igBZGJ5_0rY/S220/idharma.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22037970.post-114424374422462450</id><published>2006-04-05T08:25:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-10-11T11:39:45.162-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A teacher without a classroom</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5489/2236/1600/fungi.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5489/2236/320/fungi.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Contemplate the workings of this world, listen to the words of the wise, take all that is good as your own. With this as your base, open your own door to truth. Do not overlook the truth that is right before you. Study how water flows in a valley stream, smoothly and freely between the rocks. Also learn from holy books and wise people. Everything—even mountains, rivers, plants, and trees—should be your teacher.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Morihei_Ueshiba"&gt;Morihei Ueshiba&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22037970-114424374422462450?l=dharmasattva8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dharmasattva8.blogspot.com/feeds/114424374422462450/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22037970&amp;postID=114424374422462450&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22037970/posts/default/114424374422462450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22037970/posts/default/114424374422462450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dharmasattva8.blogspot.com/2006/04/teacher-without-classroom.html' title='A teacher without a classroom'/><author><name>iDharma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09286636922428762448</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_plQSoraLYTM/S3huy7mLkTI/AAAAAAAAAGo/igBZGJ5_0rY/S220/idharma.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22037970.post-114415074515752910</id><published>2006-04-04T06:20:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-10-11T11:39:45.080-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My dog in samsara</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5489/2236/1600/IM000574.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5489/2236/320/IM000574.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255); font-family: georgia;"&gt;I was letting my dog out this morning and I had a bit of an epiphany.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255); font-family: georgia;"&gt;I was watching him sniff around the backyard when he stopped and started nibbling on grass.  Now, Jakey does this from time to time but every time he does&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255); font-family: georgia;font-family:georgia;" &gt;—no matter where he is or what kind of grass he eats&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255); font-family: georgia;font-family:georgia;" &gt;—he throws up.  "Hey Jakey," I said, trying to distract him from his would-be nibble, "don't do that, you'll just throw up."  He looked up, somewhat startled, then trotted over to me to be let back inside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why does he eat the grass when it makes him sick every time he eats it?  Why do any of us humans do things that are unhealthy or unwholesome when we know we will reap the consequences later?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few minutes later, back inside the house, I was preparing breakfast (Kashi with sliced strawberries and bananas).  Jakey was doing his usual, sniffing around the kitchen floor, hoping to find something to eat, perhaps a morsel that a human dropped last night.  He was grazing, even though he had a bowl full of fresh, tasty dog food right around the corner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Don't we all do this?&lt;/span&gt;  We graze, always looking for something, that special whizbang &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;doo-dah, &lt;/span&gt;even if we have no need for it.  There's a multi-trillion dollar retail industry out there that preys on our neverending desire for the next &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;doo-dah&lt;/span&gt;.  Perhaps because we feel incomplete, empty or unsatisfied psychologically, or perhaps because of what Thich Nhat Hanh calls our &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;habit energy.  &lt;/span&gt;We spend our lives, sniffing the floor of the cosmic kitchen, looking for the next morsel, even though we don't need it and whatever loot we find may in fact be unhealthful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Buddha didn't say it this way, but the second and third Noble Truths could really be summarized thus:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Don't be a dog!  Quit nibbling and sniffing, let go of the wanting and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;live.&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Namaste.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22037970-114415074515752910?l=dharmasattva8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dharmasattva8.blogspot.com/feeds/114415074515752910/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22037970&amp;postID=114415074515752910&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22037970/posts/default/114415074515752910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22037970/posts/default/114415074515752910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dharmasattva8.blogspot.com/2006/04/my-dog-in-samsara.html' title='My dog in samsara'/><author><name>iDharma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09286636922428762448</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_plQSoraLYTM/S3huy7mLkTI/AAAAAAAAAGo/igBZGJ5_0rY/S220/idharma.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22037970.post-114409246733323640</id><published>2006-04-03T14:26:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-10-11T11:39:44.999-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Set your compass to Buddha nature</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5489/2236/1600/brain%20in%20a%20jar.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5489/2236/320/brain%20in%20a%20jar.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;Every sentient being is&lt;br /&gt;Ready to be enlightened&lt;br /&gt;At every moment.&lt;br /&gt;The only hindrance&lt;br /&gt;Is not recognizing&lt;br /&gt;The purity and limitlessness&lt;br /&gt;Of Buddha nature.&lt;br /&gt;We may have inklings&lt;br /&gt;Of our limitless quality,&lt;br /&gt;But we don’t fully recognize it,&lt;br /&gt;So we become focused&lt;br /&gt;On the relative I, the self.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;Tesshu Tokusai (?–1366)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;I have read how other "new" Buddhists are overwhelmed by the principle of no-self.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;There certainly is something intimidating if not downright frightening about being told that everything you always thought was central to a well-lived life—finding your "true self," maximizing your potential, achieving "self-realization"—was in fact an unhelpful and pointless distraction.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;I have tried to think of it in terms of being a mindful, compassionate part of the Whole.  I am not responsible to find my "Self" any more than I am responsible to find the Bermuda Triangle or the Northwest Passage.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;My responsibility (as one who has been given this precious human life) is to treat all beings I encounter with lovingkindness, genuine concern and compassion, and to take joy in the lives of others.  Through meditation and waking mindfulness, I can "remagnetize" my internal compass to steer away from defilements and unwholesome practices.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;Go forth, brothers and sisters in the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;dharma - &lt;/span&gt;remagnetize!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;Namaste.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22037970-114409246733323640?l=dharmasattva8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dharmasattva8.blogspot.com/feeds/114409246733323640/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22037970&amp;postID=114409246733323640&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22037970/posts/default/114409246733323640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22037970/posts/default/114409246733323640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dharmasattva8.blogspot.com/2006/04/set-your-compass-to-buddha-nature.html' title='Set your compass to Buddha nature'/><author><name>iDharma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09286636922428762448</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_plQSoraLYTM/S3huy7mLkTI/AAAAAAAAAGo/igBZGJ5_0rY/S220/idharma.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22037970.post-114392394671606504</id><published>2006-04-01T15:27:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-10-11T11:39:44.919-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Loving one another</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt; Even as a mother protects with her life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt; Her child, her only child,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt; So with a boundless heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt; Should one cherish all living beings:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt; Radiating kindness over the entire world&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt; Spreading upwards to the skies,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt; And downwards to the depths;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt; Outwards and unbounded,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt; Freed from hatred and ill-will.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;Metta Sutra&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;I love the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;Metta Sutra &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;but I find it difficult sometimes to act always with a loving, open heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I try to remind myself several times a day that I should try to treat others with lovingkindness as a mother would her only child.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is a very powerful image for me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22037970-114392394671606504?l=dharmasattva8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dharmasattva8.blogspot.com/feeds/114392394671606504/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22037970&amp;postID=114392394671606504&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22037970/posts/default/114392394671606504'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22037970/posts/default/114392394671606504'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dharmasattva8.blogspot.com/2006/04/loving-one-another.html' title='Loving one another'/><author><name>iDharma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09286636922428762448</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_plQSoraLYTM/S3huy7mLkTI/AAAAAAAAAGo/igBZGJ5_0rY/S220/idharma.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22037970.post-114367480210924079</id><published>2006-03-29T18:22:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-10-11T11:39:44.840-05:00</updated><title type='text'>You've got mail!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.shambhalasun.com/images/stories/2006Maycover170x220.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://www.shambhalasun.com/images/stories/2006Maycover170x220.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I opened my mailbox today and happily found my first issue of &lt;a href="http://www.shambhalasun.com/index.php?option=com_content&amp;task=view&amp;amp;id=34&amp;Itemid=114"&gt;Shambhala Sun&lt;/a&gt; waiting for me.  This issue is the "Annual Buddhist Teachings Issue" with a special focus on the core principles of Buddhism.  I would say more, but I am too excited.  I have to go read my magazine now!  I'll report back on what I learn...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Namaste.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22037970-114367480210924079?l=dharmasattva8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dharmasattva8.blogspot.com/feeds/114367480210924079/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22037970&amp;postID=114367480210924079&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22037970/posts/default/114367480210924079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22037970/posts/default/114367480210924079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dharmasattva8.blogspot.com/2006/03/youve-got-mail.html' title='You&apos;ve got mail!'/><author><name>iDharma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09286636922428762448</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_plQSoraLYTM/S3huy7mLkTI/AAAAAAAAAGo/igBZGJ5_0rY/S220/idharma.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22037970.post-114355521173371619</id><published>2006-03-28T09:06:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-10-11T11:39:44.753-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Samskara</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5489/2236/1600/flame.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5489/2236/320/flame.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;As a newcomer to the study of &lt;em&gt;dharma&lt;/em&gt;, one of the concepts I have struggled with the most is the notion of &lt;em&gt;rebirth&lt;/em&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are told that rebirth is like lighting a candle.  Just before a candle burns out, one can light a new candle with the flame from the dying candle. The first flame then dies out and the other one grows strong. They are not the same flame, but it is the energy from the former that brings the latter to life. So it is, we are told, with rebirth. Although there is no unified "self" to be reborn (see yesterday's post), there is a certain continuity between one life and the next, a migration of energies from one to the other.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;"But wait," I say, "what is it that is reborn?  What is it that continues from one life to the next?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Clearly, the body, the physical organism that we think of as "self," dies with us.  It is cremated or decomposes, and is reconstituted into the environment.  So, the body (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;rupa&lt;/span&gt;) is not reborn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our feelings and sensations (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;vedana&lt;/span&gt;), the sensory data gathered by our eyes, ears, nose and other sense organs, must also cease when the body dies.  When the switch is flipped, the lights go out, and no there is no more data input for the mind to receive.  So, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;vedana&lt;/span&gt; is not reborn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps it is our thinking mind (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;samjna&lt;/span&gt;), the mechanism by which sensations become ideas, that is reborn.  Without &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;rupa &lt;/span&gt;and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;vedana, samjna &lt;/span&gt;is like a disembodied head, incapable of doing anything.  So it seems that it is not our thinking, conceptualizing mind that is reborn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What about &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;vijnana&lt;/span&gt;, consciousness?  This is what most of us think of when we think of our sense of "self."  When something goes bump in the night, it is consciousness that says, "Hey, there's something out there."  The ears (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;vedana) &lt;/span&gt;pick up the sound, the thinking mind (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;samjna&lt;/span&gt;) registers it, and consciousness identifies it as something beyond the body (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;rupa&lt;/span&gt;).  Could it be consciousness that is reborn?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But what about the last thread in the strand: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;samskara, &lt;/span&gt;our habit energy, our motivations and volitions?  It is &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;samskara &lt;/span&gt;that gives our actions karmic significance.  Without motivation or volition, an action may create ripples, but it does not resonate with &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;karma&lt;/span&gt;.  It is &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;karma&lt;/span&gt; that follows us from the moment of our birth to the moment of our last breath, and even beyond.  It therefore must be &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;samskara&lt;/span&gt; that survives the death of the physical body, since it is to &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;samskara &lt;/span&gt;that &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;karma&lt;/span&gt; attaches.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or so many teachers have taught.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But perhaps it does not matter what is reborn.  Zen Masters like Seung Sahn would say there is no use arguing about such things that cannot be known.  Accept it with a "don't know mind," they would say.  They say it is best to give up such intellectual pursuits, wake up and let go of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;samsara&lt;/span&gt; and worldly suffering by living in accordance with the Eighthold Path and the Precepts.  Perhaps they are right that I could make better use of my mental energies to practice mindfulness and selflessness, rather than get tangled up in the thicket of Buddhist logic and cosmology.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Namaste.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22037970-114355521173371619?l=dharmasattva8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dharmasattva8.blogspot.com/feeds/114355521173371619/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22037970&amp;postID=114355521173371619&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22037970/posts/default/114355521173371619'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22037970/posts/default/114355521173371619'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dharmasattva8.blogspot.com/2006/03/samskara.html' title='Samskara'/><author><name>iDharma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09286636922428762448</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_plQSoraLYTM/S3huy7mLkTI/AAAAAAAAAGo/igBZGJ5_0rY/S220/idharma.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22037970.post-114349224115207717</id><published>2006-03-27T15:18:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-10-11T11:39:44.685-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Threads of self</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5489/2236/1600/FIVE%20SKANDAS.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5489/2236/200/FIVE%20SKANDAS.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Buddha taught that there is no such thing as a unitary self. Instead, what we think of as "self" is actually comprised of five elements, referred to as the &lt;em&gt;Five Skandas:&lt;/em&gt; form (or body), perception, sensation (or feeling), habit (also called predisposition or karmic conditioning) and consciousness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We perceive these five elements as an aggregate and assume they are unitary, but in fact they are like strands in a cable, each one separate and dynamic. One's body, feelings, perceptions, habits and consciousness are constantly changing and evolving. So there is no stable, unitary self, just individual threads that change color, shape and texture endlessly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These separate threads of "selfness" are wound together in a way that we think they are one strand, but in fact they are distinct. Each of these "strands" is part of an infinitely larger tapestry woven together by &lt;a href="http://dharmasattva8.blogspot.com/2006/03/n.html"&gt;causation&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As much as we like to think of our "selves" as separate, we are part of the tapestry, and we are as capable of separating our "selves" from "others" as a thread is able to unravel itself from the cloth of which it is a part.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5489/2236/1600/threads.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5489/2236/200/threads.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace to all beings.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Namaste.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22037970-114349224115207717?l=dharmasattva8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dharmasattva8.blogspot.com/feeds/114349224115207717/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22037970&amp;postID=114349224115207717&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22037970/posts/default/114349224115207717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22037970/posts/default/114349224115207717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dharmasattva8.blogspot.com/2006/03/threads-of-self.html' title='Threads of self'/><author><name>iDharma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09286636922428762448</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_plQSoraLYTM/S3huy7mLkTI/AAAAAAAAAGo/igBZGJ5_0rY/S220/idharma.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22037970.post-114330990378726530</id><published>2006-03-25T13:05:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-10-11T11:39:44.611-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My first homemade mala</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;One of my hobbies is beading and jewelry-making. I find it therapeutic, in a way that I did not really understand until I started studying Buddhism. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;Well, last night I received a handful of guru beads that I had ordered off the Internet. Inspired and excited, I constructed my first mala from black waxed linen thread, a carnelian guru bead, 6mm red tigereye beads, orange seed beads as "spacers," a single white potato pearl and a 3/4" plastic "mandala" bead:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5489/2236/1600/tigereye_mala.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5489/2236/320/tigereye_mala.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;I think for the first time, I have invested my artistic energies into a creation of spiritual importance to me. I hope that by creating Buddhist art I can create joy for myself and others.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;Namaste.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22037970-114330990378726530?l=dharmasattva8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dharmasattva8.blogspot.com/feeds/114330990378726530/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22037970&amp;postID=114330990378726530&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22037970/posts/default/114330990378726530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22037970/posts/default/114330990378726530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dharmasattva8.blogspot.com/2006/03/my-first-homemade-mala.html' title='My first homemade mala'/><author><name>iDharma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09286636922428762448</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_plQSoraLYTM/S3huy7mLkTI/AAAAAAAAAGo/igBZGJ5_0rY/S220/idharma.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22037970.post-114321040745392792</id><published>2006-03-24T09:22:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-10-11T11:39:44.532-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Good news and bad news...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;This week's good news&lt;/strong&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/ETA"&gt;ETA&lt;/a&gt; (&lt;em&gt;Euskadi Ta Askatasuna&lt;/em&gt;), the Basque separatist paramilitary group, announced a "permanent ceasefire" with the government of Spain. ETA has been responsible for more than 800 deaths in its forty-year campaign for Basque independence, including over 300 civilians. If the ceasefire holds, this represents a great opportunity for the Basque people and Spanish democracy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;This week's bad news&lt;/strong&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An Afghan judge refused to bow to international pressure in the case of Abdul Rahman, who converted to Christianity and who is charged with apostasy, a capital offense under Afghanistan's Islamic &lt;em&gt;sharia&lt;/em&gt; law. Despite democratic reforms pushed by Western powers in the wake of the demise of the Taliban regime, Afghanistan's political system retains many of the hallmarks of Islamic fundamentalism. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hold my face in my two hands.&lt;br /&gt;No, I am not crying.&lt;br /&gt;I hold my face in my two hands&lt;br /&gt;to keep the loneliness warm:&lt;br /&gt;two hands protecting,&lt;br /&gt;two hands nourishing,&lt;br /&gt;two hands preventing my soul&lt;br /&gt;from leaving me in anger!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(&lt;a href="http://www.parallax.org/about_tnh.html"&gt;Thich Nhat Hanh&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Today I will try to cultivate peace within myself, and help others cultivate peace within themselves. Today I will try to cultivate peace in the world. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22037970-114321040745392792?l=dharmasattva8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dharmasattva8.blogspot.com/feeds/114321040745392792/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22037970&amp;postID=114321040745392792&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22037970/posts/default/114321040745392792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22037970/posts/default/114321040745392792'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dharmasattva8.blogspot.com/2006/03/good-news-and-bad-news.html' title='Good news and bad news...'/><author><name>iDharma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09286636922428762448</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_plQSoraLYTM/S3huy7mLkTI/AAAAAAAAAGo/igBZGJ5_0rY/S220/idharma.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22037970.post-114312217957471319</id><published>2006-03-23T08:50:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-10-11T11:39:44.452-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Wanted: Compassion</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5489/2236/1600/aids_orphan.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5489/2236/320/aids_orphan.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://msnbc.msn.com/id/11926627/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;AIDS leaves 9 million orphans in Africa&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Disease's impact on children still being ignored, charity official says&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;(From &lt;em&gt;&lt;a href="http://msnbc.msn.com/id/11926627/"&gt;Reuters&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;/em&gt;March 20, 2006)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;JOHANNESBURG - Some 9 million children in Africa have lost a mother to AIDS, British charity Save the Children said Monday, calling on donors to sharply increase aid to meet their needs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;“Incredibly, the impact of HIV and AIDS on children is still being ignored,” Save the Children Chief Executive Jasmine Whitbread said in a statement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;The charity said in a report that a lack of testing facilities meant that many mothers, especially in the poorest countries, did not know their HIV status until they were ill and unable to fight off even the simplest infections.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;“The AIDS pandemic robs millions of children of their childhoods as well as their mothers,” Whitbread said. “Children are caring for their mothers, missing school, and having to work because their mothers are too sick to look after them.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;The charity called for a focus on children orphaned by AIDS as well as sick parents, adding red tape was slowing aid flows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;“Donors must spend 12 percent of their AIDS funding on proper support for children,” it said, adding this would amount to $6.4 billion over a three-year period.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;In 2006, if Britain, the United States and Ireland met all their pledges, there would be $412 million committed for children -- or about one quarter of the $2.1 billion needed per year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;“This is best case scenario and it’s not yet clear whether all of the donors will meet their commitments,” a spokeswoman for Save the Children told Reuters by telephone from London.&lt;br /&gt;The charity addressed its appeal to the G8 wealthy nations, the Global Fund to Fight AIDS, Tuberculosis and Malaria, the World Bank and the European Commission.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;Sub-Saharan Africa has about 10 percent of the world’s population but 60 percent of the people living with HIV/AIDS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;More than 3 million Africans were infected with HIV in 2005, representing 64 percent of all new infections globally and more than in any previous year for the impoverished continent, according to UNAIDS, the lead U.N. agency against AIDS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;Across sub-Saharan Africa, an estimated 4.6 percent of young women aged 15 to 24 are infected with HIV, compared to 1.7 percent of young men, according to U.N. data.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;Save the Children said most of the 19.2 million women living with HIV around the globe were already mothers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;“To truly make a difference we must also support children whose mothers are HIV positive,” it said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;“In sub-Saharan Africa alone, more than 12 million children under the age of 15 have lost one or both parents to AIDS. By 2010, at current rates of HIV infection, this number is likely to increase to 18 million,” Save the Children said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22037970-114312217957471319?l=dharmasattva8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dharmasattva8.blogspot.com/feeds/114312217957471319/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22037970&amp;postID=114312217957471319&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22037970/posts/default/114312217957471319'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22037970/posts/default/114312217957471319'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dharmasattva8.blogspot.com/2006/03/wanted-compassion.html' title='Wanted: Compassion'/><author><name>iDharma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09286636922428762448</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_plQSoraLYTM/S3huy7mLkTI/AAAAAAAAAGo/igBZGJ5_0rY/S220/idharma.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22037970.post-114304052698471735</id><published>2006-03-22T10:06:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-10-11T11:39:44.386-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Light of dharma</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5489/2236/1600/Forest_Light.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5489/2236/320/Forest_Light.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;The dharma shines like sunlight,&lt;br /&gt;bright and clear,&lt;br /&gt;warm and alive,&lt;br /&gt;banishing the darkness and&lt;br /&gt;giving color to my perceptions.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If my heart is open,&lt;br /&gt;then the light of dharma&lt;br /&gt;will help me see&lt;br /&gt;the true beauty of the world,&lt;br /&gt;feel joy in the lives of others,&lt;br /&gt;give compassionately&lt;br /&gt;and love all beings as&lt;br /&gt;would a mother her only child. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;(original poem by &lt;em&gt;me&lt;/em&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22037970-114304052698471735?l=dharmasattva8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dharmasattva8.blogspot.com/feeds/114304052698471735/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22037970&amp;postID=114304052698471735&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22037970/posts/default/114304052698471735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22037970/posts/default/114304052698471735'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dharmasattva8.blogspot.com/2006/03/light-of-dharma.html' title='Light of dharma'/><author><name>iDharma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09286636922428762448</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_plQSoraLYTM/S3huy7mLkTI/AAAAAAAAAGo/igBZGJ5_0rY/S220/idharma.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22037970.post-114290651629967795</id><published>2006-03-20T20:44:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-10-11T11:39:44.305-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Anatta</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5489/2236/1600/thread.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5489/2236/320/thread.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Threads—&lt;br /&gt;spun from the chemicals of life&lt;br /&gt;woven together, recombinant&lt;br /&gt;and unstable, frayed in places,&lt;br /&gt;held together despite tension,&lt;br /&gt;in spite of the twisting and pulling,&lt;br /&gt;the hot and the cold,&lt;br /&gt;the wet and the dry.                   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;Unraveling—&lt;br /&gt;the braid lasts only so long&lt;br /&gt;before it begins to fall apart,&lt;br /&gt;unwinding, snagging and&lt;br /&gt;with a snap, the threads fall away,&lt;br /&gt;separately falling through the air&lt;br /&gt;as if they had always been&lt;br /&gt;that way.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22037970-114290651629967795?l=dharmasattva8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dharmasattva8.blogspot.com/feeds/114290651629967795/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22037970&amp;postID=114290651629967795&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22037970/posts/default/114290651629967795'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22037970/posts/default/114290651629967795'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dharmasattva8.blogspot.com/2006/03/anatta.html' title='Anatta'/><author><name>iDharma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09286636922428762448</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_plQSoraLYTM/S3huy7mLkTI/AAAAAAAAAGo/igBZGJ5_0rY/S220/idharma.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22037970.post-114289295889807742</id><published>2006-03-20T17:12:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-10-11T11:39:44.221-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Fortunate Birth</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;A poem by &lt;a href="http://www.mipham.com"&gt;Sakyong Mipham Rinpoche&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;In the kingdom of children&lt;br /&gt;Every one of you is this child,&lt;br /&gt;An innocent being&lt;br /&gt;Who jumped out of heaven&lt;br /&gt;And landed in Shambhala.&lt;br /&gt;Fortunate birth is who you are–&lt;br /&gt;Everything is perfect in your world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your clothing is the mist of heaven,&lt;br /&gt;Your feet covered by dragon's breath,&lt;br /&gt;You are the most fortunate beings on earth.&lt;br /&gt;You are the children of dharma.&lt;br /&gt;Nothing can close your open heart.&lt;br /&gt;Other children suffer, caught in perpetual dilemma–&lt;br /&gt;Because Buddha has touched you,&lt;br /&gt;You are fortunate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be dharmic now,&lt;br /&gt;Be powerful now,&lt;br /&gt;Be benevolent now–&lt;br /&gt;Not for me, not for others–&lt;br /&gt;But because that is your blood.&lt;br /&gt;When you feel privileged, use it.&lt;br /&gt;When you feel ashamed, pounce.&lt;br /&gt;Consume that hesitation–&lt;br /&gt;It’s only a flicker of your imagination.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are the blessed people on this earth.&lt;br /&gt;Every atom of your being is Buddha–&lt;br /&gt;What's left is joy.&lt;br /&gt;You have no excuse;&lt;br /&gt;Don't sulk.&lt;br /&gt;You can be sad, for sadness is&lt;br /&gt;   the most genuine expression.&lt;br /&gt;Expression of goodness is who you are.&lt;br /&gt;Being a child of dharma is dilemma.&lt;br /&gt;Being a child of dharma is freedom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Consume this hesitation of not knowing.&lt;br /&gt;Never doubt,&lt;br /&gt;Only walk forward.&lt;br /&gt;Love everything,&lt;br /&gt;For that is why you are here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22037970-114289295889807742?l=dharmasattva8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dharmasattva8.blogspot.com/feeds/114289295889807742/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22037970&amp;postID=114289295889807742&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22037970/posts/default/114289295889807742'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22037970/posts/default/114289295889807742'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dharmasattva8.blogspot.com/2006/03/fortunate-birth.html' title='Fortunate Birth'/><author><name>iDharma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09286636922428762448</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_plQSoraLYTM/S3huy7mLkTI/AAAAAAAAAGo/igBZGJ5_0rY/S220/idharma.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22037970.post-114266819919750184</id><published>2006-03-18T02:41:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-10-11T11:39:44.142-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Impermanent moon</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5489/2236/1600/moon.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5489/2236/320/moon.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt;Alone I stood in the crisp air on a moonless night,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt;the breeze fluttering at my side.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt;The trees quiver their new-grown leaves&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt;standing furtively in the darkness.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt;I look up to see a swirling palette of clouds&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt;completely smothering a waning moon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt;For an instant, the moon breaks free,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt;illuminating the trees, casting long shadows.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt;But then, in an instant, it is gone,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt;as the clouds swirl over the moon again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(an original poem by &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;me&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22037970-114266819919750184?l=dharmasattva8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dharmasattva8.blogspot.com/feeds/114266819919750184/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22037970&amp;postID=114266819919750184&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22037970/posts/default/114266819919750184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22037970/posts/default/114266819919750184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dharmasattva8.blogspot.com/2006/03/impermanent-moon.html' title='Impermanent moon'/><author><name>iDharma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09286636922428762448</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_plQSoraLYTM/S3huy7mLkTI/AAAAAAAAAGo/igBZGJ5_0rY/S220/idharma.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22037970.post-114255678248611983</id><published>2006-03-16T19:42:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-10-11T11:39:44.063-05:00</updated><title type='text'>n = ∞</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5489/2236/1600/water%20drop.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5489/2236/320/water%20drop.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.garethswebsite.net/"&gt;Gareth&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://www.thinkbuddha.org/article/103/conditions"&gt;Will&lt;/a&gt; have posted some brilliant, stimulating discussion on the principles of karma and dependent occurrence (&lt;i&gt;pratitya samutpada&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;).  &lt;/span&gt;Gareth sums up the discussion thus:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;Will’s most recent post at ThinkBuddha,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);" href="http://www.thinkbuddha.org/article/103/conditions"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);" href="http://www.thinkbuddha.org/article/103/conditions"&gt;Conditions&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;, includes a wonderful summation of Karma, although he doesn’t use that word, and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;pratitya samutpada&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;; dependent arising. In his post Will asks:&lt;/span&gt;   &lt;blockquote style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;How many conditions are sufficient to give rise to any particular event: what value for &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;n&lt;/span&gt; will give us a complete set of conditions?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;    &lt;p style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;He then takes us through the logic, and concludes that:  &lt;/p&gt;    &lt;blockquote style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;p&gt;So it seems that only &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;n = ∞&lt;/span&gt; will give us a complete set of conditions for any particular arising&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;    &lt;p style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;Or to put it another way, any event is dependent on an infinite number of conditions. I find it impossible to comprehend how vast and complex this web really is. And yet every day it’s essential that I try.&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;I reduce the world in to manageable chunks, trace back the conditions as far as I’m able, or as far as seems reasonable, and then think I understand the cause behind and effect. How else can I move forward?&lt;/p&gt; I've thought a lot about these questions today.  Since it is indisputable that "only &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;n = ∞&lt;/span&gt; will give us a complete set of conditions for any particular" event, it is impossible for my mind (or any individual consciousness) to identify all of the conditions predicate to a given event. However, I believe that Right Mindfulness offers the best possible way of working through the thicket of causation and occurrence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I open my heart, mind and consciousness to observe all of the phenomena of the present moment, I can be aware of most if not all of the conditions that are truly within my control. Those things which I cannot control, either because they are beyond my reasonable ability to affect (like the weather, the price of skim milk in Nashville or the outcome of elections in Kazakhstan) or because I am not aware of them (like who is going to ring my telephone tomorrow at 4 p.m.), are not things for which I accumulate any &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;karma&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, if I am mindful, I will see that there are things I can control--my actions, my thoughts, my feelings and my speech--which in turn can affect future events, proximately or otherwise. These are the things for which I am responsible and these are the things I should focus on as I make my way through this life. However, there is a limit to how even my actions can be proximately linked to events around me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I heard an interesting blurb on NPR yesterday. A gentleman was explaining how Julius Caesar's last out-breath was comprised of billions (or trillions) of molecules, which left his mouth at the moment of his death and were dispersed into the atmosphere in a very mathematically predictable way. He went on to say that those molecules, in one form or the other, are still floating around somewhere--at the bottom of the ocean, in the air, in the soil, etc.--and that every breath we take likely contains one or two of the trillion molecules that Julius Caesar exhaled when he died on the floor of the Roman Senate on March 15, 44 B.C.E.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I heard this I thought it was an apt metaphor for the causal relationship between my acts and the lives of people halfway around the world. It is possible that the half-gallon of skim milk I bought tonight may indirectly affect the lives of innumerable people whose lives were touched by the milk, the cow, the truck that carried them, the truck driver who drove the truck, etc. However, since it is beyond my comprehension to identify all of those causal relationships, it would be paralyzing to analyze the impact of my actions on the innumerable events to which it relates.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe it is fair to say that the best I can do is be mindful. So, for instance, I minimize the number of trips I make to the market by car, I recycle the plastic container, I buy organic when I can, I shop at the store that pays their employees most fairly, I treat the checkout lady and bagging clerk with kindness, etc. I do not believe it is a cop-out. I believe it is a reasonable use of my limited mental and emotional resources to focus my mindfulness on those conditions that are most proximate to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How does the Bodhisattva--a human being, a mortal man or woman--help the sentient beings of the universe achieve &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;nibbana&lt;/span&gt;? One sentient being at a time. The Buddha does not demand omnipotence. He has shown us how to better ourselves and those whose lives we touch by living the Eightfold Path.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are not responsible for n = ∞.  We are responsible for our own thoughts, feelings and actions, moment by mindful moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Namaste.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22037970-114255678248611983?l=dharmasattva8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dharmasattva8.blogspot.com/feeds/114255678248611983/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22037970&amp;postID=114255678248611983&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22037970/posts/default/114255678248611983'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22037970/posts/default/114255678248611983'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dharmasattva8.blogspot.com/2006/03/n.html' title='n = ∞'/><author><name>iDharma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09286636922428762448</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_plQSoraLYTM/S3huy7mLkTI/AAAAAAAAAGo/igBZGJ5_0rY/S220/idharma.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22037970.post-114247889332779458</id><published>2006-03-15T22:09:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-10-11T11:39:43.993-05:00</updated><title type='text'>What is Buddhism?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5489/2236/1600/hhdl.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5489/2236/320/hhdl.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Buddhism does not accept a theory of God, or a creator. According to Buddhism, one's own actions are the creator, ultimately. Some people say that, from a certain angle, Buddhism is not a religion but rather a science of mind. Religion has much involvement with faith. Sometimes it seems that there is quite a distance between a way of thinking based on faith and one entirely based on experiment, remaining skeptical. Unless you find something through investigation, you do not want to accept it as fact. From one viewpoint, Buddhism is a religion, from another viewpoint Buddhism is a science of mind and not a religion. Buddhism can be a bridge between these two sides."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(His Holiness The 14th Dalai Lama)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22037970-114247889332779458?l=dharmasattva8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dharmasattva8.blogspot.com/feeds/114247889332779458/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22037970&amp;postID=114247889332779458&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22037970/posts/default/114247889332779458'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22037970/posts/default/114247889332779458'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dharmasattva8.blogspot.com/2006/03/what-is-buddhism.html' title='What is Buddhism?'/><author><name>iDharma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09286636922428762448</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_plQSoraLYTM/S3huy7mLkTI/AAAAAAAAAGo/igBZGJ5_0rY/S220/idharma.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22037970.post-114243725051468237</id><published>2006-03-15T10:27:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-10-11T11:39:43.918-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My lineage</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5489/2236/1600/Meditation.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5489/2236/320/Meditation.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although I am primarily a solitary practitioner, I do sit from time to time with a local meditation group, the &lt;a href="http://www.orlandozen.org/"&gt;Orlando Zen Circle&lt;/a&gt; (led by a local university professor, &lt;a href="http://pegasus.cc.ucf.edu/~cschippe/"&gt;Claudia Schippert&lt;/a&gt;), which is an offshoot of the &lt;a href="http://www.gatelessgate.org/"&gt;Gateless Gate Zen Center&lt;/a&gt; in Gainesville, Florida. Abbot K.C. Walpole, the resident director of the Gateless Gate Zen Center, was a student of &lt;a href="http://www.kwanumzen.com/misc/article-index-by-teacher.html#bon-haeng"&gt;Bon Hueng&lt;/a&gt; (Mark Houghton), who in turn was a student of &lt;a href="http://www.kwanumzen.com/"&gt;Zen Master Seung Sahn&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That said, I do not confine myself to Kwan Um teachings. I am a devoted reader of &lt;a href="http://www.plumvillage.org"&gt;Thich Nhat Hanh's&lt;/a&gt; books and articles (oh, how I would love to hear him in person), as well as the teachings of &lt;a href="http://www.tibet.com/DL/index.html"&gt;HH the Dalai Lama&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.gampoabbey.org/ane_pema/index.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Pema Chödrön&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/gp/product/0553372114/qid=1142437002/sr=2-1/ref=pd_bbs_b_2_1/104-6996677-8358326?s=books&amp;v=glance&amp;amp;n=283155"&gt;Jack Kornfield&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/gp/product/157062903X/qid=1142436965/sr=2-2/ref=pd_bbs_b_2_2/104-6996677-8358326?s=books&amp;v=glance&amp;amp;n=283155"&gt;Sharon Salzberg&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/gp/product/0062517015/qid=1142436937/sr=1-1/ref=sr_1_1/104-6996677-8358326?s=books&amp;v=glance&amp;amp;n=283155"&gt;Joseph Goldstein&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/gp/product/0062512943/104-6996677-8358326?v=glance&amp;amp;n=283155"&gt;Sylvia Boorstein&lt;/a&gt;. I see Kwan Um as a vehicle for me to develop myself spiritually, but I do not limit myself to the teachings of Korean Zen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been devouring every Buddhist book I can get my hands on. I would love to hear any recommendations you have, sangha-brothers and sisters out there in cyberspace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Namaste.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22037970-114243725051468237?l=dharmasattva8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dharmasattva8.blogspot.com/feeds/114243725051468237/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22037970&amp;postID=114243725051468237&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22037970/posts/default/114243725051468237'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22037970/posts/default/114243725051468237'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dharmasattva8.blogspot.com/2006/03/my-lineage.html' title='My lineage'/><author><name>iDharma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09286636922428762448</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_plQSoraLYTM/S3huy7mLkTI/AAAAAAAAAGo/igBZGJ5_0rY/S220/idharma.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22037970.post-114236197313390390</id><published>2006-03-14T13:34:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-10-11T11:39:43.844-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Carpe Diem</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Affairs and business will drag on forever,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So lay them down now and practice the &lt;em&gt;Dharma.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;If you think tomorrow is the time to begin practice,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Suddenly you will discover that life has slipped away.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Who can tell when death will come?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Think often of this,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and devote yourself to the study of the &lt;em&gt;Dharma&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(From the tenth of &lt;em&gt;Sixty Songs of Milarepa&lt;/em&gt;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22037970-114236197313390390?l=dharmasattva8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dharmasattva8.blogspot.com/feeds/114236197313390390/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22037970&amp;postID=114236197313390390&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22037970/posts/default/114236197313390390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22037970/posts/default/114236197313390390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dharmasattva8.blogspot.com/2006/03/carpe-diem.html' title='Carpe Diem'/><author><name>iDharma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09286636922428762448</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_plQSoraLYTM/S3huy7mLkTI/AAAAAAAAAGo/igBZGJ5_0rY/S220/idharma.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22037970.post-114229665614807593</id><published>2006-03-13T19:29:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-10-11T11:39:43.765-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Zen of sushi</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5489/2236/1600/sushi.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5489/2236/320/sushi.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);"&gt;I love sushi.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);"&gt;One of the reasons I love sushi is the Zen-like "now-ness" of the experience.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);"&gt;Sushi is eaten with great deliberateness, taking time to mix your wasabi into the soy sauce so it is perfectly cloudy, alternating between sushi or sashimi types, and eating a soy-dipped sliver of ginger after every few bites of sushi.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);"&gt;Every flavor is savored, every texture is treasured, and every mouthful lingers on the tongue for a few extra moments.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);"&gt;The chopsticks force you to eat slowly and deliberately, unlike the backhoe-esque implements we use to shovel western food into our mouths.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);"&gt;I never cease to be awed at the simplicity and artistry of nagiri.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);"&gt;I think I will try to eat all of my food with some of the mindfulness I experience when I eat sushi.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Namaste.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22037970-114229665614807593?l=dharmasattva8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dharmasattva8.blogspot.com/feeds/114229665614807593/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22037970&amp;postID=114229665614807593&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22037970/posts/default/114229665614807593'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22037970/posts/default/114229665614807593'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dharmasattva8.blogspot.com/2006/03/zen-of-sushi.html' title='Zen of sushi'/><author><name>iDharma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09286636922428762448</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_plQSoraLYTM/S3huy7mLkTI/AAAAAAAAAGo/igBZGJ5_0rY/S220/idharma.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22037970.post-114227930698494423</id><published>2006-03-13T14:46:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-10-11T11:39:43.678-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Refuge</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;A refuge meditation by Thich Nhat Hanh:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;At the foot of the Bodhi tree, beautifully seated, peaceful and smiling, the living source of understanding and compassion, to the Buddha I go for refuge. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;The path of mindful living, leading to healing, joy, and enlightenment, the way of peace, to the Dhamma I go for refuge. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;The loving and supportive community of practice, realizing harmony, awareness, and liberation, to the Sangha I go for refuge. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;I am aware that the Three Gems are within my heart, I vow to realize them. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;I vow to practice mindful breathing and smiling, looking deeply into things. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;I vow to understand living beings and their suffering, to cultivate compassion and loving kindness, and to practice joy and equanimity. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;I vow to offer joy to one person in the morning and to help relieve the grief of one person in the afternoon. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;I vow to live simply and sanely, content with just a few possessions, and to keep my body healthy. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;I vow to let go of all worry and anxiety in order to be light and free. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;I am aware that I owe so much to my parents, teachers, friends and all beings. I vow to be worthy of their trust, to practice wholeheartedly, so that understanding and compassion will flower, and I can help living beings be free from their suffering. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;May the Buddha, the Dhamma, and the Sangha support my efforts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22037970-114227930698494423?l=dharmasattva8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dharmasattva8.blogspot.com/feeds/114227930698494423/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22037970&amp;postID=114227930698494423&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22037970/posts/default/114227930698494423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22037970/posts/default/114227930698494423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dharmasattva8.blogspot.com/2006/03/refuge.html' title='Refuge'/><author><name>iDharma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09286636922428762448</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_plQSoraLYTM/S3huy7mLkTI/AAAAAAAAAGo/igBZGJ5_0rY/S220/idharma.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22037970.post-114221484432092878</id><published>2006-03-12T20:41:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-10-11T11:39:43.590-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Defenders of the Faith</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5489/2236/1600/crusades.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5489/2236/320/crusades.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From today's &lt;a href="http://www.nytimes.com/2006/03/12/opinion/12zizek.html?_r=1&amp;oref=slogin&amp;amp;pagewanted=print"&gt;New York Times&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="timestamp"&gt;March 12, 2006&lt;/div&gt;   &lt;h1&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.nytimes.com/2006/03/12/opinion/12zizek.html?_r=1&amp;oref=slogin&amp;amp;pagewanted=print"&gt;&lt;nyt_headline version="1.0" type=" "&gt;&lt;/nyt_headline&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a&gt; Defenders of the Faith&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/h1&gt;  &lt;nyt_byline version="1.0" type=" "&gt; &lt;/nyt_byline&gt; &lt;div class="byline"&gt;By SLAVOJ ZIZEK&lt;/div&gt;      &lt;nyt_text&gt; &lt;/nyt_text&gt; &lt;div id="articleBody"&gt;  &lt;p&gt;FOR centuries, we have been told that without religion we are no more than egotistic animals fighting for our share, our only morality that of a pack of wolves; only religion, it is said, can elevate us to a higher spiritual level. Today, when religion is emerging as the wellspring of murderous violence around the world, assurances that Christian or Muslim or Hindu fundamentalists are only abusing and perverting the noble spiritual messages of their creeds ring increasingly hollow. What about restoring the dignity of atheism, one of Europe's greatest legacies and perhaps our only chance for peace?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;More than a century ago, in "The Brothers Karamazov" and other works, Dostoyevsky warned against the dangers of godless moral nihilism, arguing in essence that if God doesn't exist, then everything is permitted. The French philosopher André Glucksmann even applied Dostoyevsky's critique of godless nihilism to 9/11, as the title of his book, "Dostoyevsky in Manhattan," suggests. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;This argument couldn't have been more wrong: the lesson of today's terrorism is that if God exists, then everything, including blowing up thousands of innocent bystanders, is permitted — at least to those who claim to act directly on behalf of God, since, clearly, a direct link to God justifies the violation of any merely human constraints and considerations. In short, fundamentalists have become no different than the "godless" Stalinist Communists, to whom everything was permitted since they perceived themselves as direct instruments of their divinity, the Historical Necessity of Progress Toward Communism. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;During the Seventh Crusade, led by St. Louis, Yves le Breton reported how he once encountered an old woman who wandered down the street with a dish full of fire in her right hand and a bowl full of water in her left hand. Asked why she carried the two bowls, she answered that with the fire she would burn up Paradise until nothing remained of it, and with the water she would put out the fires of Hell until nothing remained of them: "Because I want no one to do good in order to receive the reward of Paradise, or from fear of Hell; but solely out of love for God." Today, this properly Christian ethical stance survives mostly in atheism.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Fundamentalists do what they perceive as good deeds in order to fulfill God's will and to earn salvation; atheists do them simply because it is the right thing to do. Is this also not our most elementary experience of morality? When I do a good deed, I do so not with an eye toward gaining God's favor; I do it because if I did not, I could not look at myself in the mirror. A moral deed is by definition its own reward. David Hume, a believer, made this point in a very poignant way, when he wrote that the only way to show true respect for God is to act morally while ignoring God's existence.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Two years ago, Europeans were debating whether the preamble of the European Constitution should mention Christianity as a key component of the European legacy. As usual, a compromise was worked out, a reference in general terms to the "religious inheritance" of Europe. But where was modern Europe's most precious legacy, that of atheism? What makes modern Europe unique is that it is the first and only civilization in which atheism is a fully legitimate option, not an obstacle to any public post. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Atheism is a European legacy worth fighting for, not least because it creates a safe public space for believers. Consider the debate that raged in Ljubljana, the capital of Slovenia, my home country, as the constitutional controversy simmered: should Muslims (mostly immigrant workers from the old Yugoslav republics) be allowed to build a mosque? While conservatives opposed the mosque for cultural, political and even architectural reasons, the liberal weekly journal Mladina was consistently outspoken in its support for the mosque, in keeping with its concern for the rights of those from other former Yugoslav republics.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; Not surprisingly, given its liberal attitudes, Mladina was also one of the few Slovenian publications to reprint the infamous caricatures of Muhammad. And, conversely, those who displayed the greatest "understanding" for the violent Muslim protests those cartoons caused were also the ones who regularly expressed their concern for the fate of Christianity in Europe.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;These weird alliances confront Europe's Muslims with a difficult choice: the only political force that does not reduce them to second-class citizens and allows them the space to express their religious identity are the "godless" atheist liberals, while those closest to their religious social practice, their Christian mirror-image, are their greatest political enemies. The paradox is that Muslims' only real allies are not those who first published the caricatures for shock value, but those who, in support of the ideal of freedom of expression, reprinted them.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;While a true atheist has no need to boost his own stance by provoking believers with blasphemy, he also refuses to reduce the problem of the Muhammad caricatures to one of respect for other's beliefs. Respect for other's beliefs as the highest value can mean only one of two things: either we treat the other in a patronizing way and avoid hurting him in order not to ruin his illusions, or we adopt the relativist stance of multiple "regimes of truth," disqualifying as violent imposition any clear insistence on truth. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;What, however, about submitting Islam — together with all other religions — to a respectful, but for that reason no less ruthless, critical analysis? This, and only this, is the way to show a true respect for Muslims: to treat them as serious adults responsible for their beliefs.&lt;/p&gt;(Find the original article &lt;a href="http://www.nytimes.com/2006/03/12/opinion/12zizek.html?_r=1&amp;oref=slogin&amp;amp;pagewanted=print"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22037970-114221484432092878?l=dharmasattva8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dharmasattva8.blogspot.com/feeds/114221484432092878/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22037970&amp;postID=114221484432092878&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22037970/posts/default/114221484432092878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22037970/posts/default/114221484432092878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dharmasattva8.blogspot.com/2006/03/defenders-of-faith.html' title='Defenders of the Faith'/><author><name>iDharma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09286636922428762448</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_plQSoraLYTM/S3huy7mLkTI/AAAAAAAAAGo/igBZGJ5_0rY/S220/idharma.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22037970.post-114220991153134657</id><published>2006-03-12T19:08:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2006-10-11T11:39:43.520-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A distaste for "Mega"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5489/2236/1600/neon%20dollar.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5489/2236/320/neon%20dollar.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;Today my husband and I went to the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);" href="http://www.virginmegamagazine.com/default.asp?vms=18"&gt;Virgin Megastore&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt; in Orlando to find a Grateful Dead CD he wanted.  Smack dab in the middle of &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);" href="http://disneyworld.disney.go.com/wdw/moreMagic/moreMagicLanding?id=DTDLandingPage"&gt;Downtown Disney&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;, across the street from the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);" href="http://www.hob.com/venues/clubvenues/orlando/"&gt;House of Blues&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt; and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);" href="http://www.wolfgangpuck.com/rest/cafe/orlando.php"&gt;Wolfgang Puck Grand Cafe&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt; (whose motto is "Live, Love, Eat"). The store was, as its name suggested, mega--two stories, with a footprint about the size of a football field, with a jillion CDs, DVDs, video games, T-shirts and other claptrap, plus an overpriced cafe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;I found the whole thing kind of revolting. The over-the-top commercialism and insipidness of the whole thing made me feel kind of uncomfortable. As I walked through the aisles, I felt like I was running the gauntlet, trying to avoid being sucked in by the marketing extravaganza that was beckoning shoppers to splurge (who doesn't need a pair of cotton terrycloth Andy Worhol wristbands?). Ultimately, the environment itself was so distasteful to me that any temptation I had to pick up one of those 1970's-esque "Italia" track jackets pretty much evaporated as soon as it arose.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;We bought our Grateful Dead CD (&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);" href="http://www.amazon.com/gp/product/B000B6VUA2/ref=m_art_bow_3/102-7841892-3784927?s=music&amp;v=glance&amp;amp;n=5174"&gt;Fillmore West 1969&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;) and promptly went home. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;I was so glad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;I realized today that I have started to lose much of the craving and attachment that has been socialized into me for thirty some-odd years. When I think I have to have (or buy) something, I pause and think about why I feel that way. Now, nine times out of ten, I realize that whatever it is I want, having it won't make me feel any happier. And that one time that I do decide to get that thing I want, it is because it is something I need--really need--to accomplish some end, not to satisfy a want.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;The Buddhas are right.  Non-attachment &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;is &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;freedom.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22037970-114220991153134657?l=dharmasattva8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dharmasattva8.blogspot.com/feeds/114220991153134657/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22037970&amp;postID=114220991153134657&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22037970/posts/default/114220991153134657'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22037970/posts/default/114220991153134657'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dharmasattva8.blogspot.com/2006/03/distaste-for-mega_12.html' title='A distaste for &quot;Mega&quot;'/><author><name>iDharma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09286636922428762448</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_plQSoraLYTM/S3huy7mLkTI/AAAAAAAAAGo/igBZGJ5_0rY/S220/idharma.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22037970.post-114212149447388543</id><published>2006-03-11T18:43:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-10-11T11:39:43.384-05:00</updated><title type='text'>No-Self</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5489/2236/1600/water_drop.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5489/2236/200/water_drop.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;a drop of water falling into the pool&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;my separateness is transient&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;illusory&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;fleeting&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;momentary&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;i am an aggregation&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;of an innumerable multitude&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;molecules of hydrogen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;carbon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;oxygen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;rapid electrical pulses&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;travel the neural pathways&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;I see you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;us&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;If there is no separateness&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;and all is togetherness&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;our destinies are shared&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;joined&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;linked&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;wobbling through the air&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;the droplet hurtles downward&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;and with a almost imperceivable splash&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;merges&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;rejoins&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(an original poem by &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22037970-114212149447388543?l=dharmasattva8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dharmasattva8.blogspot.com/feeds/114212149447388543/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22037970&amp;postID=114212149447388543&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22037970/posts/default/114212149447388543'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22037970/posts/default/114212149447388543'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dharmasattva8.blogspot.com/2006/03/no-self.html' title='No-Self'/><author><name>iDharma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09286636922428762448</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_plQSoraLYTM/S3huy7mLkTI/AAAAAAAAAGo/igBZGJ5_0rY/S220/idharma.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22037970.post-114204356566153830</id><published>2006-03-10T21:16:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-10-11T11:39:43.321-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Hello from another sentient being</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5489/2236/1600/JAKEY.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5489/2236/320/JAKEY.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is my dog, Jakey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jakey is a ten (?) year old Rat Terrier whom I rescued in Austin, Texas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In this photo, he's giving me "the look," which means he wants to go outside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So outside we will go ;-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22037970-114204356566153830?l=dharmasattva8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dharmasattva8.blogspot.com/feeds/114204356566153830/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22037970&amp;postID=114204356566153830&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22037970/posts/default/114204356566153830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22037970/posts/default/114204356566153830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dharmasattva8.blogspot.com/2006/03/hello-from-another-sentient-being.html' title='Hello from another sentient being'/><author><name>iDharma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09286636922428762448</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_plQSoraLYTM/S3huy7mLkTI/AAAAAAAAAGo/igBZGJ5_0rY/S220/idharma.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22037970.post-114196131400696851</id><published>2006-03-09T22:10:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-10-11T11:39:43.238-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Visit from a sentient being</title><content type='html'>As I was walking out to put a letter in my mailbox, I found this little fella clinging to the iron gate in front of our door:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5489/2236/1600/gate%20frog.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5489/2236/320/gate%20frog.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's a tiny &lt;a href="http://www.wec.ufl.edu/extension/frogs/default_pictorial.htm#"&gt;Southern Spring Peeper Frog&lt;/a&gt;.  I saw him clinging above the latch on the gate (he later moved to another part of the gate, shown above), and--reminding myself that he, too, is a sentient being--opened and closed the gate carefully so as not to disturb him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isn't he beautiful?  The photograph leaves a lot to be desired.  (Blame the photographer.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Namaste.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22037970-114196131400696851?l=dharmasattva8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dharmasattva8.blogspot.com/feeds/114196131400696851/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22037970&amp;postID=114196131400696851&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22037970/posts/default/114196131400696851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22037970/posts/default/114196131400696851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dharmasattva8.blogspot.com/2006/03/visit-from-sentient-being.html' title='Visit from a sentient being'/><author><name>iDharma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09286636922428762448</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_plQSoraLYTM/S3huy7mLkTI/AAAAAAAAAGo/igBZGJ5_0rY/S220/idharma.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22037970.post-114191597046598003</id><published>2006-03-09T09:41:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-10-11T11:39:43.162-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Brokeback Mountain</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5489/2236/1600/brokeback.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5489/2236/320/brokeback.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;I saw &lt;em&gt;Brokeback Mountain&lt;/em&gt; last night and was pleasantly surprised. After all the pre-Oscar hype, I expected this film to be more political than it was. It turns out to be a classic story of forbidden love and betrayal (of one another as well as their wives). Jake Gyllenhaal and Heath Ledger were great, as were the actresses playing their characters' wives and daughters (including Brooklyn Proulx, daughter of Annie Proulx, who wrote the short story upon which the film was based).&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Ennis (Ledger) and Jack (Gyllenhaal) loved one another genuinely, but dealt dishonestly with their wives, going on "fishing" trips every several months to rendezvous together in the Wyoming wilderness. These betrayals ultimately had karmic echoes for these two men, who felt compelled by societal pressures to build their lives upon a fiction of heterosexuality. The film certainly illustrates the idea that the wrongs you commit against others (in this case, adultery - clearly a form of sexual misconduct &lt;em&gt;verboten&lt;/em&gt; by the Five Precepts) will come back to haunt you later.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I recommend this film to you all. Please go in with an open mind, and disregard all of the press and hype. &lt;em&gt;Brokeback Mountain &lt;/em&gt;isn't a politically-charged polemic on homosexual rights. It's a love story. The love in this case happens to be between two men.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22037970-114191597046598003?l=dharmasattva8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dharmasattva8.blogspot.com/feeds/114191597046598003/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22037970&amp;postID=114191597046598003&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22037970/posts/default/114191597046598003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22037970/posts/default/114191597046598003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dharmasattva8.blogspot.com/2006/03/brokeback-mountain.html' title='Brokeback Mountain'/><author><name>iDharma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09286636922428762448</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_plQSoraLYTM/S3huy7mLkTI/AAAAAAAAAGo/igBZGJ5_0rY/S220/idharma.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22037970.post-114185525454095146</id><published>2006-03-08T16:56:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-10-11T11:39:43.097-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Sharing the dharma</title><content type='html'>As new as I am to Buddhist practice, I am so happy with how it's changed my life that I find myself sharing Buddhist ideas with my non-Buddhist friends. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For instance, a lady I work with was coming really unglued today about a frustrating situation with a manager, and I suggested she take a few deep breaths and focus her attention on the "out" breath.  I demonstrated, then she did a few breathing exercises, and calmed down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not a &lt;em&gt;dharma &lt;/em&gt;teacher by any means, but nonetheless I find myself sprinking bits of the &lt;em&gt;dharma&lt;/em&gt; everywhere I go, because the ideas of selflessness, compassion, non-attachment and impermanence have really pervaded my thinking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does this happen to any of you other "novices" (newcomers to the &lt;em&gt;dharma &lt;/em&gt;and &lt;em&gt;sangha&lt;/em&gt;)?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22037970-114185525454095146?l=dharmasattva8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dharmasattva8.blogspot.com/feeds/114185525454095146/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22037970&amp;postID=114185525454095146&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22037970/posts/default/114185525454095146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22037970/posts/default/114185525454095146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dharmasattva8.blogspot.com/2006/03/sharing-dharma.html' title='Sharing the dharma'/><author><name>iDharma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09286636922428762448</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_plQSoraLYTM/S3huy7mLkTI/AAAAAAAAAGo/igBZGJ5_0rY/S220/idharma.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22037970.post-114183705261034881</id><published>2006-03-08T11:49:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-10-11T11:39:43.031-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Uno, dos, tres, quatro...</title><content type='html'>Okay, so Gareth, the proprietor of &lt;a href="http://www.garethswebsite.net/"&gt;Green Clouds&lt;/a&gt;, has prompted us to share a sliver of ourselves by playing the four things game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here goes:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Four Jobs I’ve had&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bookstore clerk&lt;br /&gt;Telemarketer&lt;br /&gt;Corporate counsel&lt;br /&gt;Contract manager&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Four films I can watch over and over again…&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0053804/"&gt;Exodus&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0116209/"&gt;English Patient &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0120815/"&gt;Saving Private Ryan &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0110322/"&gt;Legends of the Fall&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Four places I’ve lived &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Denver, Colorado&lt;br /&gt;Boulder, Colorado&lt;br /&gt;Austin, Texas&lt;br /&gt;St. Petersburg, Florida&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Four TV programs I love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mtv.com/onair/dyn/pimp_my_ride/series.jhtml"&gt;Pimp My Ride&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meet the Press&lt;br /&gt;CSI&lt;br /&gt;Homicide (sadly, now in syndication)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Four Places I’ve been on vacation/holiday&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Glasgow, Scotland&lt;br /&gt;Burlington, Vermont&lt;br /&gt;Copenhagen, Denmark&lt;br /&gt;Key West, Florida&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Four of my favourite dishes&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;General Tso’s Chicken&lt;br /&gt;Thai-style Mussels&lt;br /&gt;My mom’s chili&lt;br /&gt;Fish tacos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Four Websites I visit daily&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.dailyzen.com"&gt;Dailyzen.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BBC News&lt;br /&gt;Hotmail&lt;br /&gt;Nytimes.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Four places I'd rather be right now&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In my husband’s arms&lt;br /&gt;On a Florida Gulf Coast beach&lt;br /&gt;Sitting around the campfire with my husband, brother- and sister-in law and their spouses&lt;br /&gt;Anywhere, travelling&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Four Bloggers I’m tagging&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://thebuddhistblog.blogspot.com/"&gt;The Buddhist Blog&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://americanbuddhist.blogspot.com/"&gt;American Buddhist&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://vangoghchica.blogspot.com/"&gt;Van Gogh Chica&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://ohenrosan.blogspot.com/"&gt;One Foot in Front of the Other&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22037970-114183705261034881?l=dharmasattva8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dharmasattva8.blogspot.com/feeds/114183705261034881/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22037970&amp;postID=114183705261034881&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22037970/posts/default/114183705261034881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22037970/posts/default/114183705261034881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dharmasattva8.blogspot.com/2006/03/uno-dos-tres-quatro.html' title='Uno, dos, tres, quatro...'/><author><name>iDharma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09286636922428762448</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_plQSoraLYTM/S3huy7mLkTI/AAAAAAAAAGo/igBZGJ5_0rY/S220/idharma.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22037970.post-114182614752156795</id><published>2006-03-08T08:55:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-10-11T11:39:42.964-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Selflessness</title><content type='html'>Those who seek liberation for themselves alone cannot become fully enlightened. Though it may be said that one who is not already liberated cannot liberate others the very process of forgetting oneself to help others is itself liberating. Therefore those who seek to benefit themselves alone actually harm themselves by doing so, while those who help others also help themselves by doing so.&lt;br /&gt;- Muso Kokushi (1275-1351)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22037970-114182614752156795?l=dharmasattva8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dharmasattva8.blogspot.com/feeds/114182614752156795/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22037970&amp;postID=114182614752156795&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22037970/posts/default/114182614752156795'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22037970/posts/default/114182614752156795'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dharmasattva8.blogspot.com/2006/03/selflessness.html' title='Selflessness'/><author><name>iDharma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09286636922428762448</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_plQSoraLYTM/S3huy7mLkTI/AAAAAAAAAGo/igBZGJ5_0rY/S220/idharma.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22037970.post-114174568917737775</id><published>2006-03-07T10:28:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-10-11T11:39:42.901-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Interconnectedness</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5489/2236/1600/ETERNITY_KNOT.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5489/2236/200/ETERNITY_KNOT.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;C'est un monde sans frontières&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Everything coalescing in the ether&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Lives like globs of wax in a lava lamp&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Pulling apart and merging without end&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;N'est pas le monde et moi&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Je suis le monde&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Le monde c'est moi&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;What happens to others&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Happens to me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;What I do to others&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I do to myself&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Seated in zazen&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I see through the walls&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I break through the boundaries&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I widen my worldview&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I reacquaint with le monde beyond.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(original poem by Dharmasattva)&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22037970-114174568917737775?l=dharmasattva8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dharmasattva8.blogspot.com/feeds/114174568917737775/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22037970&amp;postID=114174568917737775&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22037970/posts/default/114174568917737775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22037970/posts/default/114174568917737775'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dharmasattva8.blogspot.com/2006/03/interconnectedness.html' title='Interconnectedness'/><author><name>iDharma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09286636922428762448</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_plQSoraLYTM/S3huy7mLkTI/AAAAAAAAAGo/igBZGJ5_0rY/S220/idharma.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22037970.post-114166119095569800</id><published>2006-03-06T11:04:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-10-11T11:39:42.838-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Wishes for a good week</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5489/2236/1600/Lotus_Flower.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5489/2236/320/Lotus_Flower.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like the petals of the lotus,&lt;br /&gt;embracing the new day,&lt;br /&gt;open your heart to the world&lt;br /&gt;and leave kindness in your wake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May all of you, and all sentient beings, have a wonderful week.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22037970-114166119095569800?l=dharmasattva8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dharmasattva8.blogspot.com/feeds/114166119095569800/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22037970&amp;postID=114166119095569800&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22037970/posts/default/114166119095569800'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22037970/posts/default/114166119095569800'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dharmasattva8.blogspot.com/2006/03/wishes-for-good-week.html' title='Wishes for a good week'/><author><name>iDharma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09286636922428762448</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_plQSoraLYTM/S3huy7mLkTI/AAAAAAAAAGo/igBZGJ5_0rY/S220/idharma.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
