some thoughts for those that are on a journey

The lessons.

1. Getting sick I sent pretty orchids yesterday so you could enjoy the colors of Thailand. The real colors of Thailand for me are the lessons to be learned. In my meditation I began to understand getting sick. I never get sick in Thailand. I don't do risky food things and even eating on the street, I know the vendor..so what was that about. I now see that it was a symbolic reminder that I need to rid my self of the junk – faults beliefs, others bla bla, politics, religion, CH drama, junk.
2. Letting go. Last year when I came, I had a community responsibility to finish... and it was not my time...but now.. it is...so I projected everything out of me as a symbol of starting over. I now can be very mindful of what fuels me... physically, spiritually and emotionally. I need to leave much of the “stuff” to those that are into “stuff” and just smile. I can laugh at those that think they actually “know” truth... for maybe it is time for them to be sick so they can empty. How many people are trying to “become” when they have no idea who they are. Being alive might just mean be curious, innocent, open to the possibility. How cheated those that KNEW the world was flat since they missed the rest of the picture. Maybe there are many flat worlds.
3. Meditation. In letting the symbol of the purge be the release of history, anger, dogma, knowledge, my meditation]has just been about silence. No one is talking in my head for all that is “truth” is just the silence. As I watched Georgette die, I saw her go from many conversations and asking me if she made sense. “you make sense to you and you are talking about that which will help you let go of stuff...get forgiveness” and in the end, like her life, she did it her way....”the time has come”...and that was it. When someone dies, they usually continue their lives. If the life has been examined, then it might be profound. As the monks gathered around St.Francis they were poised to hear his last words of wisdom. He looked out the window and said.... Brother Donkey, forgive me for not always being kind and thank you for carrying me on my journey. I don't think those were the words the monks thought they would hear....It is all perspective.
4. Other times in ChiangMai. As I walk about I feel the energy of those that have been on the streets with me in the past. Some for a short time...some for a week or several trips. Each energy was different.. there is a difference between introspection and isolation. There is a difference between curious and searching... some searched...some were on vacation to be entertained...and some might have off to become a child of cruiousity. In truth, you only need to go to one Wat..all the Buddhas look alike... for it is not the outside...it is the willingness to face your alone self...the child...and start to look at you larger family...the stars, the mountains, the flowers, the sleeping dogs, the leaves...all with a new and empty eye – full of compassion and empty of judgement and opinion.
   
   
   If you enter your day stressed, it will not un-stress without stepping out and going back to the root and  starting over....   If we keep seeking we will get stuff... and does the stuff make us happy.  I know from last summer and fall....most of what is held dear will end up in the dumpster... for your treasuer..is just stuff....but a good word and kind thought...is golden..
   
   
   I don't know if  there is anything beyond this...but I hope to stash a few golden moments in the karma bank....just in case.