have a zen filled day
zen is addictive~
I remember when Hurricane Katrina hit New Orleans and a lot of people migrated to the Houston area, Refugees. My wife went to her parents house where they had a generator and I stayed with my nephews at the house and roughed it for eight days with out power/ electricity.
Recent floods in Texas has left us unable to get to our house that now sits over the river, or the river flows under our house making our house a house boat but mainly the roads are flooded and we can not get on the island where we live do to the river washed the bridge out. I have been wading in to keep the animals feed and pampered. I know what it feels like to be a refugee. We take so much for granite, going to work, coming home, taking a shower, eating and sleeping in our own beds. we have been staying at my in laws, about twenty miles away. So much going on all at the same time, with my wife’s car in the shop, the motor is destroyed due to driving in high water and it will be 3,500.00 to repair. But we have our health and each other.
I can only imagine the holocaust in Germany, or the camps for the Japanese here in America. It seems like disasters test our reserve, our strengths and our patience. I am a patient man (I am told) but I am ready for things to get back to normal. Mother nature has a way of waking us up from our complacency. I will get back to posting zen stories as soon as I can get a calm in the storm of emotions we here in Texas have been plagued with.
Remember, we can find zen in anything…I was walking through the water the other morning, 6 am and it was quiet and the sun was coming up and I was at peace with the world. Then came a big splash about 2 foot from me and all I could think of was the alligators that have been spotted every where. When the water rises snakes go to higher ground and there is not mush dry ground left. I watched a hawk come flying close and thought how cool is that. It came really close and landed. I was so excited till I saw it swoop up a large snake that was about ten foot from me and I didn’t even know it was there.
I am officially a refugee for a little while, so stay safe have a zen-filled life (~_~) Art
Once upon a time in a land far removed from here stood a mule and a horse in a meadow filled with luscious grasses and sparkling waters. Neither animal had much to do so they both ate and drank to their hearts content. The mule told the horse that this was the life to live. There could be nothing better. The horse just neighed and kept eating. Eventually the day came that the stream dried up and the grass turned brown and inedible.
The horse knew enough to trust that his owner would soon come to care for him. The mule, on the other hand said he knew of another pasture where the water always flowed and the grasses never withered. He was desirous to seek it on his own. The horse, being the wiser of the two tried to stop his companion. He ran ahead of his friend and blocked his path. But the mule, being stubborn and bull headed simply lowered his head and butted the horse out of his way.
In short order, the animals owner did arrive. He called his horse and his mule. Only the horse responded. The mule had set out on his own search. The farmer told his faithful horse that he would lead him to a pasture where the waters never stopped flowing and the grasses were always green. “But you must follow me closely. The trail is narrow and twisted. The mountain on one side is steep and the valley floor is far below. Follow in my steps and you will arrive safely,” said the farmer. The horse recognized that he would soon be in the place the mule had described.
As the path grew narrow and dangerous, the horse was careful to step exactly where his owner lead him. And indeed the way was treacherous. Only the careful leading of the wise master kept them safe from sure destruction. Often the horse wondered how the mule could possibly find his way — or arrive safely to the place they were headed. At long last, the path once again descended into a valley. Indeed it was flowing with a continuous stream of living waters. Indeed the grasses were the lushest, richest, greenest grasses the horse had ever seen. But there was no mule to be seen.
Days passed and the mule never arrived. Weeks went by and still no mule. One day the horse was munching his grass close to the foot of the mountain which the treacherous path had circumvented. He absentmindedly bumped into an old leather bag laying on its side. There lay the mule, in the green pasture where the water never stopped flowing and the grass was always green — but life was not in him. He was broken and torn and withered and dead for the path had not been kind to the feet of the unsuspecting fool of an animal.
I was trying to put into perspective the way some people are (especially where I work) and I came up with this: Mules think they are a horse. They have four legs, hoofs, a mane and a tail. They think they are “studs” or a thorough bred and can do things better than others when in reality they are stubborn “jack asses.” That think they are a horse when in reality they are a sub-species.
A belligerent samurai, an old Japanese tale goes, once challenged a Zen master to explain the concept of heaven and hell. But the monk replied with scorn, “You’re nothing but a lout—I can’t waste my time with the likes of you!”
His very honor attacked, the samurai flew into a rage and, pulling his sword from its scabbard, yelled, “I could kill you for your impertinence.”
“That,” the monk calmly replied, “is hell.”
Startled at seeing the truth in what the master pointed out about the fury that had him in its grip, the samurai calmed down, sheathed his sword, and bowed, thanking the monk for the insight.
“And that,” said the monk, “is heaven.”
The sudden awakening of the samurai to his own agitated state illustrates the crucial difference between being caught up in a feeling and becoming aware that you are being swept away by it. Socrates’s injunction “Know thyself” speaks to this keystone of emotional intelligence: awareness of one’s own feelings as they occur.
The nail that sticks out will get hammered!
ever had a week where you felt as though you just kept getting hammered?
fish can not strive in water that is too pure!
fall seven times, stand up eight…
have a zen~filled day
I like ice in my drinks. The other day, I didn’t have any ice for my beverage and so I had to make some. In my daily hunt for zen and enlightenment, it hit me… Ice is made when water is frozen and then melts back into ice when frozen. (common knowledge) Then take that water and place it on the stove and turn up the heat and it will boil. This makes water a very adverse substance. Not to mention an element that is vital to our survival.
I always recall Bruce Lee’s wisdom to be like water, strike it and it can not be struck, water is fluid and can not be grasped, but to add to that when to pressure is on and the heat turned up do we not reach a boiling point. Not to mention we can become frozen and or in a state of meditation and motionless. And as I watch the river flow behind my house I see it flow, one way, towards it’s end.
So, for this weeks contemplation I have been dwelling on how we can learn from water. And that our minds are like a pool of water and we allow others to disrupt us like a stone tossed into the pool and the ripples disturb the still waters. It is human nature to feel and become emotional, but if we understand how it works we can control our emotions a lot better. This is a big help for me, considering where I work… a prison, where negativity runs rampant. I simply flow from morning to night, like a river and and do not allow the stones tossed at me to ripple my water or when the heat is turned up, I do not boil, and when tossed into an icy situation, I may shiver but I do not become frozen.
Life is a constant lesson… Art~
My dog. “Harley” is a black chihuahua, and it never occurred to me to not love that dog because of it’s color. There is however a yellow dog in the neighbor hood that steals the wild cat’s food and barks at every thing that moves. I don’t particularly like that dog. but it isn’t because it is yellow.
Do you have a wind sniffer? Do you have a rain closet? Do you have an ass-jack?
I was at our yearly in-service training this week and the topic of training new employees came up. There was a couple of officers that claimed they couldn’t teach the new hires because they came from pre-service with an attitude that they already know what to do. To be a mentor you must be able to teach others how to do the job and to continually check on them for up to six months to ensure they are doing the job properly. (Especially in a penitentiary)
I think the problem, lies with who is teaching, because I have never had any one tell me they already know what to do when they just started with the agency.
A wind sniffer is a dog, they get in the car, stick their head out the window and sniff the wind as the car goes down the road.
A rain closet, is a shower… a closed in area that sprays water. An ass-jack is a step stool that you step up on and it raises your ass up high enough for you to reach what ever it is your trying to reach for.
The teacher can only take pride when the student shines.
A sticker – bur doesn’t know it pricks everyone it comes into contact with.
A large horse, pulling a military wagon walked on a road, when it came upon a pigeon standing in the middle of the road. “Excuse me. but you should move. I am a military horse. I pull this wagon full of ammunition, weapons and soldiers. My job is very important.” The horse said.
“Well, I am awaiting a very urgent task. Perhaps you should go around me.” The pigeon replied.
“I don’t have time for this.” The horse snorted and charged towards the bird and the bird had no choice but to move, allowing the horse and wagon loaded with weapons and soldiers to roll by.
Just then a man reached down and picked up the pigeon, placed a note on the birds leg and tossed the pigeon into the air. The bird took flight. The soldier stood watching the bird and said, “Hurry little bird, it is very important to get that message to the front line. Reinforcements are coming, Protect the horse or the supplies won;t make it!”
By Art~ 2015
I came up with this little tale after teaching a class of OJT’s (on the job trainees) As the Armory Officer at my Unit, along with servicing weapons, caring for chemical agents,storing riot gear, radio maintenance, surveillance cameras and as “new boots” (new employees) come to work at the prison, one of my jobs is to teach them several topic, related to their job duties. While giving the lesson plan, I have found myself telling these eager new recruits that…. “All super heroes have different super powers. Just like each of us have something that we excel at. What one person is not good at, another may be proficient at. So, team work makes the dream work!”
have a quality day
(this story reblogged from Darren Pokes …blog…Better life Coaching)
Tom was tired when he went to see his mentor Dwyer.
They sat quietly in Dwyer’s old cabin, whittling wood with their knives in front of the fireplace when Tom finally spoke up.
“I don’t know how you do it,” he said.
“Do what?” asked Dwyer.
“I don’t know how you stay motivated to help people after so many years. I feel like giving up and I’ve hardly started.”
Dwyer smiled wryly and replied, “Can you blow out that candle for me?”
Tom did as he was asked.
“Now, can you blow out this fire? Dwyer asked.
“Don’t be silly,” Tom replied, “Of course I can’t.”
Dwyer put down his knife and his piece of wood and looked his protege in the eye.
“When your motivation is as small as the candle’s flame, it’s easy to extinguish, but when it rages like the fire you see before you, nothing can blow it out.”