Maybe some of you have seen this already. It just came to my attention yesterday.
Today while beginning my December tradition of reading a chapter a day of A Winter Walk, I saw that some December since 2006 (when the book was published), I had made a note about Bodhi Day, which comes on December 8.
I had written:
The day the Buddha sat down. He was 29.
On first watching the video and not paying close attention, I didn't realize immediately that the walking person was a young woman. I was struck by what I thought was the vulnerability of a very delicate young white man whose physical presence seemed to have little to do with the voice of an edgy elderly Jewish/Buddhist man as his death approached. Now that I know that the walking person is a young woman, everything shifts.
This November was the month when I finally cried long and hard and felt relief.
Here is what November looked like in Bellingham, Washington, this year:
Another yearly tradition is purchasing a Nikki McClure calendar. I bought my 2020 calendar as soon as it was available. The November page for 2019 celebrates a quiet family moment, and it gave me a sense of peace each time I looked at it. Maybe I will give it a permanent place on the wall next to my drawing table when January 2020 arrives.
Then I remembered William Blake's words:
You never know what is enough unless you know what is more than enough.
And this:
If you don't realize the source,
you stumble in confusion and sorrow.
When you realize where you come from,
you naturally become tolerant,
disinterested, amused,
kindhearted as a grandmother,
dignified as a king.
Immersed in the wonder of the Tao,
you can deal with whatever life brings you,
and when death comes, you are ready.”
you stumble in confusion and sorrow.
When you realize where you come from,
you naturally become tolerant,
disinterested, amused,
kindhearted as a grandmother,
dignified as a king.
Immersed in the wonder of the Tao,
you can deal with whatever life brings you,
and when death comes, you are ready.”
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