This morning I continue reading “Stoep Zen” by Antony Osler. A beautiful book about Zen life in South Africa. A book filled with phrases and passages that evoke childhood memories and fill me with laughter. A book filled with short essays, haiku-like poems and photographs that invite me to live my life as simply and as profoundly as I can. A book that invites each reader to be fully present to whoever or whatever is before them. A call to find the heart of each moment.
When Zen master Su Bong came one year for his retreat he had his usual bag of presents for Tongo and his family. Tongo was digging out thistles near the earth dam. Su Bong gave him the gifts. Tongo thanked him, picked up his spade and started digging again. Su Bong was so impressed. ‘That’s the way to live your life,’ he said that night. ‘You don’t need monk’s robes, just say thank you and get on with your work.’
As I reach the last few pages of the book, the tumble drier sounds its song. Whereas normally I might be tempted to “just quickly finish the last few pages”, I put down the book and go to the tumble drier. I empty it, fold his socks and place them in the drawer.
As I do so, I fully realize that this is what I am doing.
This might sound simple. It is and it is not. It is mundane and it is profound.
After closing the drawer, I decide to tweet.
I fold his socks, then place them in the drawer. #thismoment— Linda Hollier (@lindahollier) May 7, 2013
Continuing the musings I have been engaging in lately on the usage of Twitter to promote mindfulness, I am struck once again by the incredible potential it has to aid one in becoming aware of what is happening right now. Often when I watch and note to myself what I am experiencing it sounds like a tweet!
I return to my book, finish it, and then decide to write this blog.
In preparation, I pick up my ipad, read many of the tweets with the hashtag #thismoment and then google the concept too.
I discover an article from two days ago, in which the CEO of Twitter, Dick Costolo, urges graduates to “Be In This Moment”.
Ironically, Costolo didn’t learn this lesson while at Twitter, a platform which in many ways embodies the very philosophy of “being in this moment.” He learned it as an improvisational comedy student in Chicago before, as Costolo puts it, “the internet happened.”
Listening to the video incorporated into the article, I am aware of synchronicity, and then realize it is always there but we do not always see it.
Making my way to my laptop, my mind begins to wander and I note its wanderings.
I recall the the piece I once wrote entitled, “The Dalai Lama and Synchronicity” after I saw him in The Hague. I think about impermanence and then recall that I noticed upon my return to Dubai last week that the old "Hard Rock Cafe" is no longer standing. That blog must be about a year old.
Not wanting to hold onto these wanderings too long, I note them, let them go, and then sit down to type.
The mind throws in one last attempt - Remember the blog “Booma Dollies and Onions”; you wrote this piece about watching the mind! Seated at my laptop by now, I look it up, but its message very quickly brings me back to this moment.
And so I write this blog and you read it. Are we separate? Are we different? Are we one? Are we the same?
Or is there a point where we can go beyond labels and opinions? A point where we can see differences but move past them? That is the point when the wonders of life make themselves known without a need for understanding.
Right now, this moment, the words appear on my screen as my fingers tap out the letters. Your eyes move across the page as you read.
I turn to glance out the window
The Burj Khalifa stands tall
The sun is shining.