I am absolutely disgusted what the newspapers did with regards to the Vanessa Robinson case. Its hideous! How dare those journalists assume that she killed the kids without proper investigating it! However, I have to take some consideration as they would not write this crap if it wouldnt be in the public interrest, so I am not sure what’s worse.
But what bothers me most is what those people did on facebook. Its bad enough that people created facebook pages against the mother, but on top of all that a hideous amount of people followed up on it, so I am again not sure what is worse!
But dont blame facebook, its just a tool.
I work on the first floor of a building that is on a corner of a rather busy suburbian intersection. Everyday I can hear beeping of horns of cars, shouting, fowl language, screetching of tyres you name it … its all happening down there. I even have visuals as our building has lots of windows!! How can I expect compassion against a mother who supposed to have killed her kids if we do not learn to have it in traffic?
A Buddhist would look at a person who would do such thing (as in taking a life) and would try to understand that a person can be in such a horrified and terrible state to actually do such thing.
There is a HUGE difference between trying to understand someone and disagreeing with what a person has done as kill someone (this is what compassion truly is) or just blindly and in total hate stamp someone to be a killer and not worth living.
It is exactly that group of people who cannot see what the truth really is and discover it. The need the help of people who can see what the truth really is.
Without compassion, no truth.
No kidding, it works!
First lets find out what meditation actually means:
Meditation describes a state of concentrated attention on some object of thought or awareness. It usually involves turning the attention inward to the mind itself and is usually defined as one of the following:
From a Buddhist point of view the main aim of Medidation is to get rid of the clutter and internal chatter the mind produces bringing yourself into a state of calm, then being able to think about something without the internal clutter/chatter.
Now with all of those points I made above lets have a look what swimming training does.
I think it works, I go swimming training at least for times a week and I call it “Black Line Fever“.
Breathing in – breathing out, slow deep inhale, slow deep exhale. Quieting the body, quieting the mind.
Breathing in-breathing out, slow deep inhale, slow deep exhale
I woke this morning under the graceful arching branches
Of fir and cedar trees
All night the trees have been conversing under the full moon
Weaving me into their stories
Capturing my dreams with their leaning limbs
And generous trunks.
Breathing together as I slept,
As they rested
We danced in the spring night.
Their great confidence framed a circle for my waking
Their sturdy presence
Offered an invitation to be still.
Inside this large ring of trees lies an island of stillness
A protected area in a war zone
The central grassy area is open and spacious, framed by the comfort and stability of trees.
But this meditation is not about trees
It is about the attentive heart
The heart that feels the presence of others and the call to respond
The heart that lives in relationship with other beings
The capacity for compassion and response grows slowly from cultivation and practice
From mindfulness and attention. Breathing in – Breathing out – with awareness
I walk with bare feet,
Soaking up the sunlight in the grass
Crinkling the green leaves with my toes
In the centre of the soft lawn I bump into the roots of an old cedar stump.
A tiny seedling has taken shelter in the crack of the stump
Drawing on the tree’s remaining nourishment
The tree roots protrude a few centimeters above the ground
Worn and smooth they are like firm hands touching my feet
My feet the tree’s feet â€“ we meet each other in the deep breathing that connects body to the ground.
In the slow time of meditation I practice observing each sound with attention.
A bee on the lawn
Gathering the morning pollen with self-absorbed buzzing
A large blue dragonfly whirs through the open air
Each sound is surrounded by a generous spaciousness
Each sound is connected
In the silence of walking I hear each relation.
Cultivating this practice of mindfulness is painstaking and demanding
In each moment of observing a leaf, a squawk, a firm touch
There is the temptation to make it something more than it is
An object of fascination
There is also the danger of thinking it something less than it is
Missing the context and history of the tiny event striking the senses
Either way one falls off the impossibly thin razor’s edge of bare attention
Each step – breathe
Each step – listen
Each step note what is actually happening
Breath – Relax
Observe the mind of resistance
It seems like an indulgence to take the time to cultivate mindfulness when so much is being lost …
But this is the tension
To find a considered way of acting not based on reaction
To be willing to breathe with the tension of emotional response
To be willing to cultivate tolerance for unresolved conflict
Stretching out in the midday sun
I let go of the strain of knowing so much
And paying attention with such discipline
I catnap on the warm rocks
Resting like a lizard -Wavering on the edge of consciousness
My mind drifts with the sounds of the stream and the warmth of the sun
Thoughts skim across the surface, finding no anchoring place in the ponds of my imagination
The tension of acting/not acting is swallowed up in a cat’s yawn
As I turn on my back to face the full sun â€“ I am with my friends and companions
Absorbed in the practice of remembering where we are
Remembering our relations
We walk sharing the silence
Giving each other support as we investigate and celebrate our lives
We forget and remember – Moment after moment
We are breathing in a circle of companions and friends
In this steady silence we ask for help to walk more gracefully – for patience to cultivate an attentive heart.
Breathing in breathing out, slow deep inhale, slow deep exhale. Awakening the body, activating the mind. Breathing in breathing out, slow deep inhale, slow deep exhale.
Adapted from The attentive heart: conversations with trees by Stephanie Kaza â€“ Shambhala 1993