I feel I'm bogged down with possessions. I want to get rid of "stuff." This is very difficult. Each piece I pick up thinking "I've got no need for this," something jumps and grabs and calculates inside of me, its possible dollar value, and how cool it is, and how its mine, mine, mine. I can't get rid of it. I have an office full of a myriad things I "like" but which bring me little more than abstract, "idealistic" comfort. A link to an idea, a memory, an admiration of design. I have got to cut more, but its more than just cutting and clearing material things that is at play here.
I don't want to get rid of something just so I can say I have an empty room, and imply I am now a better person because of it. There is clearly something at work in me that collected all this stuff. That helped me "survive" because I have all this stuff. My therapist has led me to see that all behaviors, even 'bad' ones, serve a supportive, protective, purpose for me. I've got to suss this out for myself regarding stuff, or the room with be full again in another year or so.
With this blog I strive to share what I've learned and think about Buddhism. I'm striving to do zazen and follow the 10 precepts. Buddhism seems to be helpful, but shrouded in too much weight and mystery.
I am also hoping to contact people of a like mind - that is - open to the exploration of 'self' and the joys and frustrations of its discovery through Zen. If you react to something written here, I'd enjoy hearing from you. Leave a comment. Comments to posts older than 14 days are moderated.
I hope you find something useful, interesting, whimsical or amusing (as in provoking your muses).
Most people end up here because they are surfing for a picture of a fish bowl. Go figure.....