Tuesday, August 14, 2012

August 13, 2012

August 14, 2012

(All photos are mine unless noted. You can bring the pictures up in full screen by double clicking on any image. Click on a border to return.)

   My physical issues increase along with new found joy in being more open to life and growth each day. A torn rotator cuff tendon my left shoulder is what has been offered recently. Surgery on the right hand and arm has been largely successful with pain reduced by some eighty percent. I checked the storerooms at the orthopedists office and they seem to have enough parts and pieces to keep me going for at least twenty years. So, once again, "All is Gift" Grace to be accepted, or perhaps sometimes tolerated with a "Thanks be to God!"

   I will continue with this blog even though my meanderings may be abbreviated in the future. 



When the petals of our heart's flower rise to the Sun,
The Spirit of a loving Creator
Is there to support what appears to be too fragile for growth,
Along with our support team cheering us on.


Thich Nhat Hahn on "Watering Flowers: -

Beginning Anew

   To begin anew is to look deeply and honestly at ourselves, our past actions, speech and thoughts and to create a fresh beginning within ourselves and in our relationships with others. At the practice center we practice Beginning Anew as a community every two weeks and individually as often as we like.

   We practice Beginning Anew to clear our mind and keep our practice fresh. When a difficulty arises in our relationships with fellow practitioners and one of us feels resentment or hurt, we know it is time to Begin Anew. The following is a description of the four-part process of Beginning Anew as used in a formal setting. One person speaks at a time and is not interrupted during his or her turn. The other practitioners practice deep listening and following their breath.

   Flower watering –  This is a chance to share our appreciation for the other person. We may mention specific instances that the other person said or did something that we had admired. This is an opportunity to shine light on the other’s strengths and contributions to the sangha and to encourage the growth of his or her positive qualities.

Sharing regrets – We may mention any unskillfulness in our actions, speech or thoughts that we have not yet had an opportunity to apologize for.
Expressing a hurt - We may share how we felt hurt by an interaction with another practitioner, due to his or her actions, speech or thoughts. (To express a hurt we should first water the other person’s flower by sharing two positive qualities that we have truly observed in him or her. Expressing a hurt is often performed one on one with another practitioner rather than in the group setting. You may ask for a third party that you both trust and respect to be present, if desired.)

   Sharing a long-term difficulty & asking for support- At times we each have difficulties and pain arise from our past that surface in the present. When we share an issue that we are dealing with we can let the people around us understand us better and offer the support that we really need.
The practice of Beginning Anew helps us develop our kind speech and compassionate listening. Begin Anew is a practice of recognition and appreciation of the positive elements within our Sangha. For instance, we may notice that our roommate is generous in sharing her insights, and another friend is caring towards plants.

   Recognizing others positive traits allows us to see our own good qualities as well. Along with these good traits, we each have areas of weakness, such as talking out of our anger or being caught in our misperceptions. When we practice “flower watering” we support the development of good qualities in each other and at the same time we help to weaken the difficulties in the other person. As in a garden, when we “water the flowers” of loving kindness and compassion in each other, we also take energy away from the weeds of anger, jealousy and misperception.

   We can practice Beginning Anew everyday by expressing our appreciation for our fellow practitioners and apologizing right away when we do or say something that hurts them. We can politely let others know when we have been hurt as well. The health and happiness of the whole community depends on the harmony, peace and joy that exists between every member in the Sangha.




The flower that is our soul rising to the light through our heart
is always ready to reach out and extend growth into the unknown.
This is the canvas we are given to paint the colors of our life on,
All we need is a frame and willingness to embrace what is offered.

The Lotus flower grows out of the mud pure and clean,
like morning dew from heaven or water from Spring rains.

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Here is a short video showing the Lotus flower with wonderful photographs and music. Please do not pass this by.


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Music To Nurture:
        Tchaikovsky The Nutcracker Suite Op. 71A - 10 Waltz Of The Flowers

       Click here:       https://www.box.com/s/f3b297754f6db118dd00

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The Path from light to dark,
Day to night -
Is still the Path we are compelled to follow,
With gratitude to a Loving God.

                                                                                          (Cape Breton, Nova Scotia - Summer 2011)


 Maine Scene With Satellite Antenna

Ilesford, Little Cranberry Island 

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Some humor:



                                               Peace and a flowering heart,   Bill Lagerstrom





Tuesday, August 7, 2012

August 6, 2012

August 6,2012

(All photos and camera work are mine unless noted.)

   Surgery w as done on my right hand and arm last Wednesday and two nerves were relocated releasing probably 70 % of the pain. I am now waiting to have the left shoulder reconstructed, so at the end of the month text here on this blog may be at a minimum for a while. Here is the blog I did in advance of last week -

                                                                                                       
                                                          (Art work by Bev Wilson and Lee White, Photo by myself.)

                           
    Try as we might escape from God's desire to embrace us 
is impossible  no matter how fast we fly.

             - The Conversation –                                         

­God took the Spirit aside and said,
"I want you to fly to earth and capture a soul."
The Spirit asked, "Which one ?"
God replied, in a whisper, "wwssshhhwg."

Is it you –
   or is it him or her the Spirit seeks  ?
A good trusted authority told me what God whispered –
   "Everyone. Everyone ……"

                                      Bill Lagerstrom,  July, 2012

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   Sometimes I drive into the cemetery at the end of the road where I live, usually when I have some heavy metal rock on the only worthwhile energy radio station in the area (in my subjective view.) I open the windows to the car and yell at the people who are still hanging out there - not moving on past the veils to the rest of their life beyond this life. Something of a fantasy to be sure but I do enjoy doing it. Rarely do I see a live person there so wanting someone to talk to  - I threaten that if they don't move into the Beyond I will continue to blast them with music that I am sure very few of the deceased know or may have known about depending when they departed. Hell on earth to the ears of the uninitiated. 
   My friend Earl is buried there right at the entrance where there is usually a small potted plant by the headstone. Is this a metaphor for Earl himself now being potted? He was in life, to use the British expression, "A bit potty," so his present condition may be appropriate to the plant which is directly where his head is.  Carry on Earl! 
   The other day I paid a visit and on the way out I stopped to chat with Earl for a minute. The radio was playing a song by The Clash, a long lasting punk rock group singing the lyrics, "Should I stay, or should I go." Sensing something of his presence I yelled at him - "Earl! Get the hell out of here! I'm sick of you hanging around! Yes, you can go!" 
   Years ago a Jesuit Spiritual Director I had on a week long retreat came to my room for our 'direction' time together. I was on the third floor and this man with a huge white beard came in with a briefcase and promptly pulled up a chair that blocked the door. He proceeded to tell me his story,
    "I have been in this house for thirty years and half of that time I have spent in wards for the violently insane here on Long Island."
   My only exit was the window so I sat and listened to the rest of his tale.
   " One day I found myself in a straight jacket on a bed in a rubber room, and I asked God to lift this insanity from me. It was lifted. I went on to ordination a few years later. That is my miracle. Oh yes one other thing, when I go past the cemetery I stop and talk with my friends for a few minutes."
   Well, if Bernie Shannon got his miracle who am I to doubt that God allows the dead to let their presence be felt in some manner. The message is clear, a little nutty perhaps, yet I have sensed a closeness to several who have died. This I take as confirmation that there is life after this one. 


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   Here is a talk by my mentor in working with the dying. Frank Ostaseski is a wonderful teacher in the Vipassana Buddhist tradition and the founder of the Zen Hospice of San Francisco, a model for many hospice efforts ever since. This is one of his best talks.
       Click here:

https://www.box.com/s/97tpkkvnolhmy7y1a4mh

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A poem about 'Going Home' -

       - Breathing -

Why do you fear the ending of this life?
The last breath you exhale here in this world,
Will be followed immediately by the inhaling
Of the first breath of God’s Air in the next.

It will be that simple -
Which is why we practice breathing here.

      Breathe out.
      Breathe in.

It will be the same when we pass through The Veil.

                                                        Bill Lagerstrom, 2003


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A Little Humor:



Peace,  Bill Lagerstrom



Monday, July 30, 2012

July 30, 2012

July 30, 2012


(All photographs are mine unless noted.)


   Tomorrow I go in for surgery to relocate two nerves that feed my right hand. I asked the doctor if he could relocate them to Los Angeles after all the trouble they gave me these past months. Without breaking a smile he said, "That's not how it works." Good! A serious and a most focused surgeon who took his time in evaluating the condition of the carpel and ulnar nerves along with carefully reading the EMG report which was a nerve transmission test I got earlier at another facility. I look forward to what I hope will be the end of pain which for awhile was a steady eight on a scale of ten.
   I think I have enough posts prepared to last through the rehab process after which I will be able to type at length and use the mouse with the right hand. I am learning to use my left hand and I am getting more proficient doing so. The old dog can still learn a few new tricks.


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      The following picture reminded me of a verse in a Russian Orthodox Liturgy which is printed below.




The Akathist Hymn: "Glory to God for All Things"

  This Akathist, also called the "Akathist of Thanksgiving," was composed by Protopresbyter Gregory Petrov shortly before his death in a prison camp in 1940. The title is from the words of Saint John Chrysostom as he was dying in exile. It is a song of praise from amidst the most terrible sufferings.

(Verse 4 below)

Ikos 4
   
When the sun is setting, when quietness falls like the peace of eternal sleep, and the silence of the spent day reigns, then in the splendor of its declining rays, filtering through the clouds, I see Your dwelling-place: fiery and purple, gold and blue, they speak prophet-like of the ineffable beauty of Your presence, and call to us in their majesty. We turn to the Father.

Glory to You at the hushed hour of nightfall
Glory to You, covering the earth with peace
Glory to You for the last ray of the sun as it sets
Glory to You for sleep's repose that restores us
Glory to You for Your goodness even in the time of darkness
When all the world is hidden from our eyes
Glory to You for the prayers offered by a trembling soul
Glory to You for the pledge of our reawakening
On that glorious last day, that day which has no evening
Glory to You, O God, from age to age

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Ilesford, Little Cranberry Island - a few days ago.


Friends... they cherish one another's hopes.
They are kind to one another's dreams.

                                                                                         Henry David Thoreau

Without friends no one would choose to live, though he had all other goods.
                     
                                                                                                        Aristotle

   You may meet a person and instantly know that you will be best friends forever. Other friendships develop over an extended period of time. In some friendships you may feel a sense of equality, while in others there may be a clear sense that one is giving more to the friendship then the other. There are no rules about how a friendship has to be. If you are able to share your life with another human being, by all means go right ahead. All friendships are unique and special in their own way. Each one is valuable.

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   Pema Chodron is a remarkable Buddhist teacher who has a center in Cape Breton, Nova Scotia. Here is a talk by her on finding true happiness with some most helpful directions to go in. A most worthwhile talk.


Click to listen. There are six tracks which can also be downloaded to convert to MP3 for all devices that play this format. 


           https://www.box.com/s/e6ae8e8594f5986c4e15


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The flower that prefers to look at Mother Earth for energy



When the stairs appear to take you to a new or the next door, take them.

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Some humor:


See you next week,  Peace,  Bill Lagerstrom