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This is a picture of a street in our neighborhood. It is a beautiful neighborhood that, honestly, I take for granted.
Yesterday I received a postcard from myself. I’d written it on December 13th, 2018, inspired by something I picked up at a Tricycle Magazine event (the Buddhist Review). The title of the project was “Another way of being in the world.” We were prompted to engage in ways we hadn’t done before. Here’s what I promised myself:
First of all, I forgot all about the whole thing. This postcard arrived, and I don’t even remember the event at which I wrote this postcard. (Got mindfulness?)
Second, I notice that I did bring to fruition the first intention. I created a blog, and it does, more often than not, explore ways of being a Buddhist in the world that don’t involve meditation. But I forgot all about the city council meeting.
This means I managed to find a way to talk about the Buddhism thing (the blog) without actually doing it (the city council meeting).
I’m not judging myself over it. I’m just witnessing. I’m seeing the power of ego, and the unconscious addiction to keeping it…
