Letting Go Is Receiving

Another Day In Paradox

Hello friend. Let the paradox be your guide to understanding that there is less to be right or wrong about and more to be in the presence of. Every path takes us back to the center. All In Love, Michael Get full access to Journey Home Meditation at journeyhomemeditation.substack.com/subscribe [https://journeyhomemeditation.substack.com/subscribe?utm_medium=podcast&utm_campaign=CTA_4]

In and Out of the Moment

Hello Friend. Thanks for being here this morning. I will come back at a later time to expand upon what is brought up in this sit. All In Love, Michael Get full access to Journey Home Meditation at journeyhomemeditation.substack.com/subscribe [https://journeyhomemeditation.substack.com/subscribe?utm_medium=podcast&utm_campaign=CTA_4]

Being With Breath

Hello Friend. We begin by practicing returning to the breath, repeating this process over and over again. It took a long time to become so skilled at dissociating, and it will take a lot of work to reconnect with our bodies. You may find it difficult and uncomfortable. The sensation is not the ultimate goal because it is always in flux. The work here is the relationship. What relationship would we like to foster with ourselves? What would that do to how we relate to the world? As we strengthen our relationship to our self, we will see the walls of what we thought was ‘other’, start to crumble. Then we are home. Thank you to bell hooks for showing us the turkey today, and reminding us that to move with confidence that we belong is our birthright, too. Appalachian Elegy 47 bell hooks red beard strut strut wild turkey congregate walk in peace deciduous woodland undercover walk to mate walk to feed strut strut iridescent plumage moving harem doing a slow dance strut strut Strut, friends. Strut. All In Love, Michael Thanks for reading! This post is public so feel free to share it. This Substack is reader-supported. To receive new posts and support my work, consider becoming a free or paid subscriber. Get full access to Journey Home Meditation at journeyhomemeditation.substack.com/subscribe [https://journeyhomemeditation.substack.com/subscribe?utm_medium=podcast&utm_campaign=CTA_4]

Letting Go Is Receiving

Hello Friend. We hear it all the time: you have to let it go. Tshirts. Stanley Cups. Bumper Stickers on Cybertrucks. I even have a poster in our bathroom at Journey Home with the Buddha instructing us to “Let that s**t go.” For a culture of consumption, we are hyper-focused on letting go. But what does it look like? We touch on it a bit this morning. I would love to read your perspective and experiences with ‘letting go’. Comment here or send me a message. If you’d like, we can arrange a voice message or invite you to join the sit live to share with us all. Reach out! We ended today being gifted such an amazing set of lines from the poet bell hooks. Just gorgeous, really. Appalachian Elegy 46 bell hooks overlooking water I stand at the top of the hill looking out see swans on the lake grand plumage more elegant than peacocks their presence mysterious all secrecy how came they to choose Appalachia gracing us with their vision as we climb down to be close to such beauty that it may open our hearts show us such love as to offer no turning back to be close to such beauty…that it may…open our hearts…show us such love…as to offer…no turning back Thank you bell hooks! Thank you, thank you, thank you! All In Love, Michael This Substack is reader-supported. To receive new posts and support my work, consider becoming a free or paid subscriber. Thanks for reading! This post is public so feel free to share it. Get full access to Journey Home Meditation at journeyhomemeditation.substack.com/subscribe [https://journeyhomemeditation.substack.com/subscribe?utm_medium=podcast&utm_campaign=CTA_4]

The Busyness of Suffering

Hello Friend. Thank you for taking the time to be here today and to tend to your breath. Today I was listening to a talk by Brother Phap Huu of Plum Village. He was talking about how he found himself burning out in last year. A monk, burning out? Well, I was intrigued because here I am, often exhausted, faltering in practice, slipping into poor diet and health habits again, and all around feeling like I am functioning on a deficit. Of course, I was chalking it up to my own failures because that is the practice I have had for a long time; shame. But if a venerated monk and abbot of a monastery can suffer from burnout, I might not be an anomaly of failure! And, of course, I am not. The brother spoke of how he discovered his busy mind/busy body to be the vehicle that was taking him outside of himself in his practice. Yes! I do this too! Maybe you do as well? It did not become clear for me until I had an encounter with an actual vehicle that my understanding of my busyness is the vehicle where my consciousness rides. I was driving to the meditation hall this morning, and moving at a slower pace than normal for me. I was quite enjoying this small rebellion against the gods of ‘not enough’ when I was passed by a fast-moving truck. That is it. No negative exchange. No honking or swerving. Just another person driving a truck on their way somewhere, moving faster than I am. I felt the ping of my training into machismo ding like Pavlov’s dinner bell. “What a maniac!” Just a moment, nothing that overtook my composure, but enough of a thought that I was invited to inspect what it means to have a busy mind/busy body. I was busy with concerns about that person. I was more present in their mindset, in their intention, in their purpose (of which I know none of these things and cannot) than I was in my own enjoyment of moving slowly. This is busy mind. So I breathed. And I sensed the breath. And I knew I was breathing. And I was back in the slowness of my vehicle, both my body and my car. Thank you practice. Appalachian Elegy 45 bell hooks barren broken hill once a place of possibility now only remnants old glory gone heritage sullied with hate ancestors indigenous and dark held captive by soldiers and greed by bloody conquest battlefields where the dead live unclaimed not mourned histories buried forgotten lost to a world of cover-ups ghosts return to these hills to grieve cry out lamentations mourning the desecration of earthbound bodies ghosts gather here make promises of resurrection and return Oh, this poet! bell hooks reminds us time and again that there is not outside that is not inside. To be of a place and in a place is the same thing. Today she reminded me that I am full of ghosts. Thank you poet! All In Love, Michael Thanks for reading! This post is public so feel free to share it. This Substack is reader-supported. To receive new posts and support my work, consider becoming a free or paid subscriber. Get full access to Journey Home Meditation at journeyhomemeditation.substack.com/subscribe [https://journeyhomemeditation.substack.com/subscribe?utm_medium=podcast&utm_campaign=CTA_4]