Thistles

When a negative emotion arises in the mind, its nature is quite pure. It is energy, an experience in the body and the mind. That’s all. It’s not substantial. And it is fleeting unless supported. It is a shimmer of light and will transform by itself. Even confusion is clear in its nature; it’s only when we have a problem with the problem — and either grasp at it and continue with it or fight with it and try to push it away — that the negativity is supported. Left alone, it dissolves, it self-liberates.
— Tenzin Wangyal Rinpoche

Who hasn’t thought about chucking it all and moving into a ritzy hotel? At the end of my post is the link to the blog As Time Goes By. The title for today is “retiring to a hotel.” I pass it along because it contains another idea of community.

Yesterday was one of those days – filled with irritations – train and plane prices soared so I can’t go to Indiana for Thanksgiving with my dad and other family, I have a sore throat, and on my watch the land lady’s dog went off on her own merry doggy way for too many hours. Fortunately the day ended – I’ll stay in the North West with friends for now and the dog came home. I didn’t get everything I wanted – acknowledgement for trying to find the dog, an affordable ticket to travel, and I have a cold.

Earlier in the week I told my Spiritual Director that “I’m attending to my irritations.” “What do you mean?” he asked. I said “I’m paying attention when I’m irritated – it’s helping me think about living in community.” He shared a poem he’d written about the invitation in our irritation.

IRRITATION TO INVITATION

I feel the barbs of this little irritation,

cycling round, coursing in my veins.

Ah, is there within the irritation

some invitation I might waste

if I suppress it—or in haste express it

raw? Or let it gnaw at my heart?

If I do nothing, it will do something

I do not intend. How can I take

this attitude of annoyance and let it

turn to gratitude and grace? I pray

for a via media. Yet well I know that

I will come upon this middle way

in a dark wood of waiting….

There the way is incubating.

— Kent Ira Groff©2011

Sometimes it’s best to write a few things down and leave the rest alone.

Retiring To A Hotel http://www.timegoesby.net/weblog/2011/11/retiring-to-a-hotel.html?utm_source=feedburner&utm_medium=email&utm_campaign=Feed%3A+TimeGoesBy+%28TIME+GOES+BY%29

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About Marian Methner, B.S., D.Min.

Polydox: accepting that we are many labels, I am mother of 4, mother in law (love) of 4 and grandmother of 5. My life is a collection of bits and starts. I was recently on the road for over a year exploring ideas of living in shared housing. A recent summer course in Permaculture design, solidifed my interest in "social permaculture" or ways we interact not only with our Earthly environment but also with each other. I am back Bellingham, Washington, in a small rental house, owned by my ex husband, talk about shared housing, practicing living in community with family, and friends. My doctoral dissertation A Map to Living Open Heartedly, centers around making art as a way to healing. Paradoxiclly, a recent diagnoses of heart failure (cardiomyopathy) expands this exploration...
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