Happy Pi Day!!!

Just for those who may have forgotten over the years: Pi is what you get when you divide the circumference of a circle by its diameter. When you try to represent it in decimal form, it goes on forever --- that is, it never ends or repeats. (It starts off with 3.14 --- March 14. Get it?)

How is this pertinent to meditation? Well, it gives us an appreciation for the complexity of reality and that helps us take a more spacious approach to how we view the world. And, heck. It's just fun! (And fascinating.)

Okay. For those of you whose eyes glaze over at anything mathematical but who like words, I give you a poem in honor of the day:

Pi

The admirable number pi:

three point one four one.

All the following digits are also initial,

five nine two because it never ends.

It can't be comprehended six five three five at a glance,

eight nine by calculation,

seven nine or imagination,

not even three two three eight by wit, that is, by comparison

four six to anything else

two six four three in the world.

The longest snake on earth calls it quits at about forty feet.

Likewise, snakes of myth and legend, though they may hold out a bit longer.

The pageant of digits comprising the number pi

doesn't stop at the page's edge.

It goes on across the table, through the air,

over a wall, a leaf, a bird's nest, clouds, straight into the sky,

through all the bottomless, bloated heavens.

Oh how brief - a mouse tail, a pigtail - is the tail of a comet!

How feeble the star's ray, bent by bumping up against space!

While here we have two three fifteen three hundred nineteen

my phone number your shirt size the year

nineteen hundred and seventy-three the sixth floor

the number of inhabitants sixty-five cents

hip measurement two fingers a charade, a code,

in which we find hail to thee, blithe spirit, bird thou never wert

alongside ladies and gentlemen, no cause for alarm,

as well as heaven and earth shall pass away,

but not the number pi, oh no, nothing doing,

it keeps right on with its rather remarkable five,

its uncommonly fine eight,

its far from final seven,

nudging, always nudging a sluggish eternity

to continue.

-- Wislawa Szymborska (Polish Nobel Laureate: 1996)

Love it! Just love it!

Friday cat blogging!

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Seeing

This is really worth pondering, I think:

People only see what they are prepared to see.

-- Ralph Waldo Emerson

Attachment, perspective, impermanence

I'm not sure where I found this but I really like it. It's an intriguing exercise:

Just think how happy you would be if you lost everything you have right now, and then got it back again.

-- Frances Rodman

Wednesday life form blogging

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Some good advice on happiness

This makes so much sense. And yet people do wait:

So stop waiting until you finish school,
until you go back to school,
until you lose ten pounds,
until you gain ten pounds,
until you have kids,
until your kids leave the house,
until you start work,
until you retire,
until you get married,
until you get divorced,
until Friday night,
until Sunday morning,
until you get a new car or home,
until your car or home is paid off,
until spring, until summer, until fall, until winter,
until you are off welfare,
until the first or fifteenth,
until your song comes on,
until you've had a drink,
until you've sobered up,
until you die,
until you are born again
to decide that there is no better time than right now to be happy...

~ Author Unknown

Radical reframing

Hopi pottery wedding vase

Here's a lovely little story about letting go of attachments:

On the day of their marriage, Yvonne and her husband were given a rare and gorgeous antique Hopi vase. After the ceremony someone carried the vase on a tray with too many other things, and dropped it. The bowl broke into many pieces.

"A perfect moment," she smiled. "The bowl was only whole for the ceremony."

— Sue Bender in Everyday Sacred

Monday meditative picture blogging

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Life

This is very thought provoking, really:

When I hear somebody sigh, "Life is hard," I am always tempted to ask, "Compared to what?"

~Sydney Harris

It's today

You know, I think there's a mindfulness lesson in here someplace. Also, there's a real connection to the classic meditation teachings on the mind poisons:

Men who treat women as helpless and charming playthings deserve women who treat men as delightful and generous bank accounts.

-- anonymous

Unwanted guests

I've come across several versions of this story over the years. It's one I particularly like!

A young man named Nasreddin planted a flower garden, but when the flowers came up so did a great crop of dandelions among them. Wishing to eliminate the unwanted guests, Nasreddin consulted with gardeners near and far, but none of their solutions worked.

Finally, Nasreddin traveled to the palace of the sheik to seek the wisdom of the royal gardener himself. But alas, Nasreddin had already tried all the methods the kind old man recommended to him for eradicating such troublesome weeds.

Silently they sat together for a good long time. At last, the royal gardener looked at Nasreddin and said, "Well, then, the only thing I can suggest is that you learn to love them."

Saturday cat blogging!

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War, misery, beauty, goodness

I first read Anne Frank's diary when I was fourteen years old and it had an enormous impact on me. I'm offering these quotations today because they seem to go with the Karen Armstrong video I've posted below - especially the very last one:

I don't believe that the big men, the politicians and the capitalists alone are guilty of the war. Oh, no, the little man is just as keen, otherwise the people of the world would have risen in revolt long ago! There is an urge and rage in people to destroy, to kill, to murder, and until all mankind, without exception, undergoes a great change, wars will be waged, everything that has been built up, cultivated and grown, will be destroyed and disfigured, after which mankind will have to begin all over again.
~~~
I don't think of all the misery but of the beauty that still remains.
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It's really a wonder that I haven't dropped all my ideals, because they seem so absurd and impossible to carry out. Yet I keep them, because in spite of everything I still believe that people are really good at heart.

- Anne Frank

Amazing words on compassion

Dear Readers,

My friend David in Montreal sent me the video posted below. As most of you know, I keep three blogs. One is on meditation (the one you're currently reading) and I strive to keep this one deliberately non-sectarian. Another is political and I maintain it as a private citizen. The third was initially intended for the spouses of Episcopal clergy in the Diocese of Oklahoma; it is about spiritual growth and reflection and draws mainly from the mystical and contemplative teachings of Christianity. I have had a hard time deciding where to post the Armstrong speech and so I'm using it on all three blogs.

It's a little over twenty minutes long but I'm sure you'll agree that it is well worth your time. And I think you will also see why it is appropriate for all three blogs:

Something about risk

For your edification:

And the day came when the risk it took to remain tight inside the bud was more painful than the risk it took to blossom.

- Anaïs Nin

Wednesday life form blogging

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The Patience of Ordinary Things

The ordinary can bring us to amazing awareness if we will let it:

It is a kind of love, is it not?
How the cup holds the tea,
How the chair stands sturdy and foursquare,
How the floor receives the bottoms of shoes
Or toes. How soles of feet know
Where they’re supposed to be.
I’ve been thinking about the patience
Of ordinary things, how clothes
Wait respectfully in closets
And soap dries quietly in the dish,
And towels drink the wet
From the skin of the back.
And the lovely repetition of stairs.
And what is more generous than a window?

-- Pat Schneider

The real milestones

Needless to say, I love the central metaphor used here. And, of course, I agree:

Sooner or later we all discover that the important moments in life are not the advertised ones, not the birthdays, the graduations, the weddings, not the great goals achieved. The real milestones are less prepossessing. They come to the door of memory unannounced, stray dogs that amble in, sniff around a bit and simply never leave. Our lives are measured by these.

-- Susan B. Anthony

Monday meditative picture blogging

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Blog recommendation

I became really interested in skulls and in art depicting skulls many years ago when I first learned that it was traditional for medieval monks and nuns to keep skulls in their cells as a focus for meditating on impermance and mortality. Well, I just found a marvelous blog called Skull-A-Day. Some of the skulls pictures are wonderfully creative. Here's a sample:

The person who created the blog made a skull a day for whole year and then started posting submissions from readers.

Go on over there and enjoy. The work is really quite fascinating.