Notes at the end for this ongoing study:
This is the twenty-fifth weekly installment. To start at the beginning go here.
I don’t relate well to the “seed of virtue”, probably because it is not one of my strengths. Trungpa speaks of having a tremendous yearning toward wakefullness all the time.
Well, that is not me. I like watching movies, and also reruns of
Westwing and Castle and English mysteries, reading Calvin and Hobbs
for the umpteenth time, none of it in the realm of raising my consciousness.
I’ve never been good at keeping samaya,
or the promises to do a committed prayer every day.
On the other hand, I always told Chagdud Rinpoche I would not do it —
so I guess I never lied. He would give me a bit of hard time, then let it be.
I think he appreciated the honesty. And I did regularly do my practice,
whatever I had committed to do for the time I agreed to do it.
On the other hand, one of my teachers was Brugh Joy. I participated in several of Brugh’s yearly studio groups, and each time, he spoke of openly committing to meditating or consciousness raising activities on six days, always giving a veg day in each week.
On the other hand, there is Pema Chodron’s discussion of Seeds of virtue:
Relaxing into one’s basic goodness.
At last I can now acknowledge my basic goodness. I didn’t think I had any 40 years ago. Now I’ve met it, and can finally see some of my basic goodness.
I’ve come to terms with caring deeply about people. I am extremely self-honest.
I also don’t lose my temper often anymore, though I do curse at people a lot when driving — it is not even close to road rage, just letting off steam at the crazies
On the other hand, I have had a forty year love affair with Buddhism in many forms.
I love it, I am a devotee, not something I talk about much, but here I am admitting to it.
I enjoy reading Buddhist books, and if I am walking into depression I commit to
reading them daily. It has opened me up, kept me sane, tempered my poisons,
made me pliable and reflective, and contributed to a lasting and happy marriage.
I give thanks for the day my brother put my foot on the path.
Okay, maybe I have a little bit of a seed of virtue.
I am using Weeping Buddha and the lojong sayings and commentary from Training the Mind and Cultivating Loving-Kindness by Chogyam Trungpa as a study, together.
I’ve been practicing tonglen for almost three decades, and it is my main practice.
Some have asked me about my ongoing studies of Weeping Buddha. What is now called “Weeping Buddha” felt to me as a humbled figure long before I heard it called that. I called him “Buddha Ball’ for years, and regret his common name — but for this figure to be found I comply. I would rather not name him and let you feel his emotion for yourself.
They are all drawn in an OE or OKINA NOTEBOOKS (my favorite journals, also known as Cadic), and this one was drawing with a Preppie pen and Lexington Grey Noodler’s ink. Daniel Smith Primatek Amethyst watercolor paint.