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Day 18 – May Meditation

Instead of just writing the same old post about how I meditated today,  I thought I would post an article I saw that one of my friends posted…  The article is “Why I stopped meditating: acts of rebellion + intention”.



Why I stopped meditating: acts of rebellion + intention

“Meditator” isn’t a label I’d give myself, though I’ve meditated for years — in temples, on the bus, on cushions, in the tub, with and without formalities and teachers. (People who put things like, “And Joe has been a meditator for twenty years…” in their bios make me wonder. Unless of course, you’re a mediation teacher. But otherwise it doesn’t impress me as a pick up line, mostly because I’ve known some long-time meditators who were very cranky, or paranoid, or rude to waiters. Meditating doesn’t guarantee that you’ll be more compassionate or loving, it just means you can call yourself a meditator.)

I’m Meditator Lite. Meditator Light. Reluctant, Flailing, Empassioned…person who meditates.

But I then stopped formally meditating. Intentionally. Not like when you don’t go to the gym one week and then a month goes by, not that kind of slow halt. I actually declared that I would not sit in lotus or pick up mala beads, or watch my breath for, well, maybe forever. The very thing I was doing to feel liberated felt confining.

My practice — which was not that grueling to begin with — started to feel like one more thing to do. Meditation became an assignment and I felt I was being graded by an invisible monk. Polishing my consciousness, counting my mantras, strength-building — achieving. Meditating was becoming a way to reinforce my “goodness” — good at taking care of myself, good at seeking, good at being holistic, good at being good. And meditation was becoming a crutch for being “on”. Meditate before the gig, the interview, the meeting to make sure I was ON TOP OF IT. I felt pressured to meditate to relieve the pressure. From this frustration, a question surfaced: How present would I be if I didn’t focus on being “prepared”? I dared myself.

Some very beautiful things happened when I stopped meditating.
I learned to work without a net.

I learned that I am still loving and insightful even if I don’t pause for cosmic clearance. A deeper kind of strength came forth — calm, and ancient, and sturdy.

From my new vantage point, I could see with great clarity the essential reasons that I had meditated — and I gave myself permission to love those soul inclinations:

I meditate for comfort.

This is an admission of sorts that gives me great relief. I don’t necessarily sit to empty my mind, or to “grow”. I meditate because I deeply crave the comfort of connection with, if even just a taste of, The Mother of The Mother of All Things Ever. I crave The Spaciousness That Cradles, The Light That Burns Boundaries. I want to be home. This feels so good. I want to feel that good as much as possible. Yep, I meditate for comfort.

I meditate for disruption.

Sometimes I go digging in the back alley of my psyche just to stir shit up. I look for lurking fears and I turn up the volume on the critical tapes. I tend to do this when my psyche is like still water, just when things were going so well. I love this act of conscious antagonism. It shows me my power to heal, how far I’ve come, what monsters are still misbehaving at my table and who at that table needs more compassion.

When my meditation is an act of loving others, I get higher, faster.

The times when I devote a meditative session to someone/something else — whether it’s a string of mantras, or sending someone light while I’m sitting on a park bench — I get a rush of divine currency that is the yum of being alive. I like it. A lot. The surest way to experience oneness is to be the giver.

Intention is everything.

Meditation is an act of compassion for myself and others — when I come from a place of compassion. When I meditate to achieve, it’s a striving; when it’s to prove something, it turns into enduring. And when you’re in a place of compassion – you’re able to be more fully present with all of it — the pain and the joy, yours and others.

Sometimes, you need to stop taking your medicine to let your body heal itself. Sometimes, you need to pause so you can move forward. Sometimes, you need to turn away from something so you can see why you fell in love in the first place.



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Everyday is Mother’s day!

I totally agree.. I always tell people who ask me what I did for my mother for Mother’s Day that I did nothing… I love my mom everyday, not just because Hallmark says too…


My greatest gratitude to the Unknown photographer. I received this touching photo through email.

A small child know how to Filial to his mother.

How about us?

Are we doing enough for our parent?

Are we giving enough “LOVE” to our parent?

Are we spending enough “TIME” with them?

Are we “CARE” enough?

To me, Mother’s Day celebration is not only on 2nd Sunday of May. It should be EVERYDAY.

According to Master Cheng Yen, Filial Piety is one of the most important thing we must do it now while our parent are still around.

Don’t do “A Show” in their funeral to show our “Filial piety”. It is too late!

Regret is the biggest Punishment in life!

Share with you a few good quotes:

The kindness of Parent

“There is nothing like the love of a mother and father. Parents endure great hardship for us and provide everything we…

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Sitting on the Buddha’s Face

Very interesting case study… Interesting how people don’t respect other cultures as they do the majority culture they know… Thanks Rougebuddha…

Rougebuddha's Blog

I picked up this postcard at a Buddhist meditation last year.

I enjoyed the meditation. I appreciated the discussion afterward. But the little yellow postcard with the serene image of the Buddha’s face, that listed other events the group would host on the back, is what I liked most.

I liked it so much I gave it a designated display spot on my coffee table, next to a decorative red bowl and a collection of small rare books.

I’ve noticed visitors sitting on my sofa will sit their drinks on top of this postcard. How rude. “Don’t sit on the Buddha’s face!” I tell them and they quickly move their glass or cup and tell me, “Sorry.”

I guess they assume the postcard is a coaster, and that the vintage glass coasters with my initials on them are art – art they wouldn’t dare rest their drinks on.

No, my…

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Great thoughts on mindfulness.. Thanks for the reblog lijiun…


A lot of time, we complained about our unhappiness in life.

Ask yourself WHY?

The reason is we are not practicing mindfulness in every second of our life.

Just spent some time quietly to observe a little changes around us especially on the beauty of nature.

It’s give “Happiness & Joy” to us  for 24 hours with FREE of Charge.

What we need to do?  Just be “Mindfulness”, you’ll discover the beauty of life around us in every moment.

Like the photo, you can’t see the Grasshopper if you are not “MINDFULNESS”. It’s integrated with the leaves.

After you’ve discovered it, you are TRULY HAPPY. You are Smiling, Right? Cheers!

To me, This happiness is far more than when I bought a “Branded” handbag long time ago.

It can’t last, immediately there is another arisen of desire which “seduce” you to buy  more and more …

It’ll never end and…

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The Buddha, The Awakened One

As it is Vesak in several countries now, I figured I would reblog this great blog by Panacea today. Enjoy…

The Beauty of Mindfulness

Mindfulness, in Buddhism, comes from the idea of the Eightfold Path to Enlightenment. Right Mindfulness means being aware of our thoughts, words, and deeds. In this video, the nurse is very aware of her every thought, word, and deed as she controls the very life of this newborn baby. Enjoy and my you have right mindfulness throughout your day…


Thank you to Gems of Delight for sharing this breathtaking video.

To me this video truly captures the sheer beauty and exquisiteness of mindfulness.

More than words ever could.

There is absolutely no doubting that the nurse is giving 100% of her mindfulness, attention, love and tenderness to this baby.  And the act of giving the baby it’s first bath.

And even though it’s a newborn, it’s equally obvious that the baby is aware of this complete mindfulness.  And that it is loved and safe.

Imagine if we all gave such mindfulness to every one of our interactions.  Regardless of the person.

If we allowed ourselves to be that open and present.

If we treated each person as respectfully and tenderly as the nurse treated this baby.

It would change the world.

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It will be okay

Another great post from istopforsuffering…


Sometimes things go wrong, mistakes happen.

As hard as they can sometimes be, mistakes are also great opportunities to learn and to grow.

No matter whether it was a minor hiccup, or a major setback, remember:

  • It will be okay.  Be gentle with yourself – let yourself heal and recover.
  • This too shall pass. Just because today was difficult, doesn’t mean that tomorrow won’t be magical.
  • Learn from the experience.  What could you have done differently?  What would you do differently if it happened again?  If nothing, how could you change the way that you think about it?
  • Accept that mistakes happen.  You aren’t perfect.
  • You are not your mistakes.  They don’t define you.

Not getting what you want is actually a blessing.

It forces you to re-evaluate things, opening new doors to opportunities and information you would have otherwise overlooked.

Sometimes life falls apart so you can put it back together…

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