took a little stroll

I owe the tribe of worms a debt.  When I was a kid I used them for bait when I went fishing for perch.  The Guadalupe was my river.

I was taking a stroll today after lunch when I came upon a worm stranded on the sidewalk. I picked it up and relocated it into the grass and bushes nearby. Some tourists were passing by and saw the rescue. They tried to commend me, but I got away before any harm was done.

I was walking along, thinking about the worm. There’s a little speck of life there. And when I say it that way, then I’m thinking of that life as being bound by the form of that body. Does life stop at the edge of the body?

What is worm consciousness? I’m guessing it’s not much more than reactivity.

That’s one of the complaints I have about my own mind – it’s too reactive. It squirms toward one thing; squirms away from another. I got that much in common with brother worm.

Somewhere parallel lines meet.

Be still.

I have a new tattoo of a yogi on my arm. He is surrounded by radiant beams like the ones that surround Our Lady of Guadalupe.


12 responses to “took a little stroll

  1. I stumbled upon this just this morning: “When we come full circle there is the feeling that we have come to a familiar place but we are somehow different”

    My dearest friend, with your observations of the worm and the radiant beams, I dare to suggest that you may have come full circle…


  2. I recently spent a weekend at a silent retreat and encountered my screaming reactive mind. Like worms rising to the surface after a storm.

    Somewhere parallel lines meet indeed.

    Rock on Bharat. Rock. On.


        • I think I can control the reactive mind. Then I think, reactivity is not mindful and my ability to force it down is illusory, because that’s meeting ignorance with force. So then I think that mindfulness is best for dealing with mindlessness. So I think that if I can get a little distance and observe closely, I may be able to understand my reactivity. Kill it with kindness!

          I think I only feel lost if I’m really bought into the idea that I can control events. Chogyam Trungpa said something like, You are falling through space, it’s dark and you are falling faster and faster, out of control. The good news is that there’s no ground to hit! 🙂


  3. My habitual mind finished work yesterday, got in the car, hit the gas pedal and mindlessly drove home. The energy in the air was that of a holiday, reminding me of the enrgy on a Friday evening in the summer when the week winds down and folks ready themselves for summer fun. I don’t usually work on Wednesdays. All the more reason it felt like a Friday.

    10PM: Brushing my teeth staring at myself in the mirror. When I saw my eyes staring back at me they said, “Meditation group, it’s Wednesday, our last. ” Consumed by my habitual mind, programmed by familiar tastes, sounds, smells and sights, it drove me home, parked my car for me, made my dinner. It even ate for me!

    At 10 PM, when I saw myself in the mirror, I saw ME for the first time that evening. And when I saw ME, I awakenned, I paused, a moment of stillness, my perspective broadened and I remembered. And for the first time that day my habits went to sleep


    • Nice work, Beth. We missed you, but as it turns out you were fully engaged with your evening’s lesson. There’s something next week – Jen said a pot luck? But I don’t know more than that. Love


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