From April 4-6, we will return to St. Orres, where we traveled as boyfriend and girlfriend in July 2006.
Nearly a year of marriage.
Nearly a year of argument and resolution, late-night dinners, sideways looks that reveal without having to say a word.
Hardest work ever, this marriage thing. And worth it times a thousand.
Tuesday, March 3, 2009
Lessons
Somewhere in this great aching country of ours, a mother scolds her child. Then she soothes him, gives him a cookie, and the cycle begins again.
Today on Capitol Hill, the cookie children gather to beg for more. I hope Ben Bernanke enjoys playing out his paternal instincts and slapping these little brats on the wrists. We'll be the ones to remember the sting.
Today on Capitol Hill, the cookie children gather to beg for more. I hope Ben Bernanke enjoys playing out his paternal instincts and slapping these little brats on the wrists. We'll be the ones to remember the sting.
Today's writing
She doesn’t get it. Even if she did, she wouldn’t appreciate it.
He grew up in Homewood. That’s the ghetto to you. A long way from Mr. Rogers’ mansion on Squirrel Hill, where he would yell at the kids to get the heck off his lawn. A roof that caved in every other year, you could set your calendar by it. Baptist churches where they sang for one more cut down, lying in the street. Crack or smack, take your pick. The curse of the 90s. He got out while he could.
Choice don’t grow up in the ghetto. Poor folk don’t have the luxury of plotting their path. They don’t make plans. They react to what comes.
He grew up in Homewood. That’s the ghetto to you. A long way from Mr. Rogers’ mansion on Squirrel Hill, where he would yell at the kids to get the heck off his lawn. A roof that caved in every other year, you could set your calendar by it. Baptist churches where they sang for one more cut down, lying in the street. Crack or smack, take your pick. The curse of the 90s. He got out while he could.
Choice don’t grow up in the ghetto. Poor folk don’t have the luxury of plotting their path. They don’t make plans. They react to what comes.
Loosen your grip
I've been thinking a lot about clinging. This article from the Insight Meditation Center in Redwood City says:
Central to Buddhist practice is training the capacity to let go of clinging. Sooner or later, the first aspect of Buddhist meditation, knowing the mind, will reveal how and where clinging is present. Some of the more painful forms of grasping are clinging to such things as pleasure, desire, self-image and judgments, opinions and ideals, people, and possessions. All clinging limits the mind's freedom and peace.Let go a little, attain a little freedom. Let go more, attain more freedom. Let go fully, attain complete freedom. Worthy goal, that.The good news of Buddhism is that we can release clinging. We can free the mind. Or, if you prefer, you can call it "freeing the heart." The ultimate aim of Buddhist practice is to liberate the heart so there are no barriers, shackles, or constrictions to our heart's freedom. Usually freeing the heart begins in small steps, each bringing a corresponding peace. Freed completely, the heart is completely at peace. Complete freedom is not easily attained. It requires knowledge and training.
Monday, March 2, 2009
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