“We are what we repeatedly do. Excellence then, is not an act, but a habit.”
- Aristotle
My paraphrase: “We are what we repeatedly do. Mindfulness then, is not an act, but a habit.”
“We are what we repeatedly do. Excellence then, is not an act, but a habit.”
- Aristotle
My paraphrase: “We are what we repeatedly do. Mindfulness then, is not an act, but a habit.”
Enough. These few words are enough.
If not these words, this breath.
If not this breath, this sitting here. This opening to the life
we have refused
again and again
until now.
Until nowDavid Whyte, Where Many Rivers Meet
Then…. you are the family dog.
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This must have been inspired by this classic:
If you can keep your head when all about you
Are losing theirs and blaming it on you,
If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you
But make allowance for their doubting too,
If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,
Or being lied about, don’t deal in lies,
Or being hated, don’t give way to hating,
And yet don’t look too good, nor talk too wise:
If you can dream–and
not make dreams your master,
If you can think–and not make thoughts your aim;
If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster
And treat those two impostors just the same;
If you can bear to hear the truth you’ve spoken
Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,
Or watch the things you gave your life to, broken,
And stoop and build ‘em up with worn-out tools:
If you can make one heap
of all your winnings
And risk it all on one turn of pitch-and-toss,
And lose, and start again at your beginnings
And never breath a word about your loss;
If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew
To serve your turn long after they are gone,
And so hold on when there is nothing in you
Except the Will which says to them: “Hold on!”
If you can talk with
crowds and keep your virtue,
Or walk with kings–nor lose the common touch,
If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you;
If all men count with you, but none too much,
If you can fill the unforgiving minute
With sixty seconds’ worth of distance run,
Yours is the Earth and everything that’s in it,
And–which is more–you’ll be a Man, my son!
–Rudyard Kipling
It is time to let go of all of these tattered images, the stories
of self that float up in my mind.
These are just thoughts; I do not need to believe them.
This game of self identity is an illusion.
Action:
Drop all conventions and expectations
Letting be…
No concerns
No past
No future
No comparisons
Nothing to prove
Nothing to apologize for
Nothing to be
… letting go of all self-referencing
in this all that remains is bare awareness,
clarity, all is translucent.
We are Not Self, we are free
Practice:
Go to some place that is natural,
open, and be present.
Hikes are my preferred method.
In time, all of the world may be
this place.
(Thanks to the teaching of Gil Fronsdal.)

This talk by Gil Frondal describes our states of mind and the path to freedom. Although this is expressed in Buddhist pshycology terms, there are many ways to release the craving that grips the mind – the 12 Steps developed by AA are be a practice to on this path.
Show up – be present in the now,
release my desires, detach from my reactions, be equanimous
then I will be OK, I will be enough.