Bodhisattva. For the non-Buddhist, it is almost certainly a foreign term. Maybe you recall the name of an old Steely Dan album, at best. Put simply, bodhisattva is “a Sanskrit term for anyone or anything motivated by great compassion.” It is a combination of two separate Sanskrit concepts: Bodhi—meaning awakening or enlightenment Sattva—meaning existence, reality [...]
I don’t like noise. That is putting it mildly. So is saying I’m sensitive to noise. I’ve been this way my entire life. So I went looking for a solution. In my meditation, I am encouraged to welcome my anger toward noise, note it and breathe it out. That hasn’t helped. I’ve tried it hundreds of times. I am encouraged to accept the things I cannot change. But when it comes to noise, that just seems impossible. I have tried releasing the tension the noise brings on by focusing on places where I am not tense. That hasn’t been helpful here either. So, what do I do? […]
We wait to be perfect. In meditation, we can see that there is no place to get to where everything will be better or different. So, we wake up and live now.
Reflections on anger floated up during meditation the other morning. Here is what came up: It’s neither good or bad to be angry. There is nothing wrong with being angry. It is the acting angrily that blocks our growth and causes harm. As 2 and 3-year-olds we are told to STOP our tantrums. I suspect most tantrums are a way of trying to say “no!” while we struggle for freedom and autonomy. In my Utopia, we would be taught how to synthesize and utilize anger, even when we are raging children. […]
I gave the awesome Madeline Martin a gold Jizo pendant at the DPA Golden Globe Gift Suite at L’Hermitage Hotel in Beverly Hills. Madeline plays Becca, the teenage daughter of two very lovesick parents on Showtime’s “Californication.” […]
Modern Family’s Ariel Winter and I met last summer at the DPA Emmy Gift Suite in Hollywood. It was a poignant meeting as her grandmother had just died and she was bravely showing up with her sister. […]
As I molded the clay into an image of Jizo, his head fit snugly between my thumb and forefinger; his body in my loosely held fist. At the end of meditation, I took one of my tiny Chibi pendants and used it as a stencil to create the little one on Jizo’s chest. I sensed that others might hold this and find comfort. […]