Yes indeed … almost 3 of the 12 weeks … time passes when you are … well, never mind.
Kahlil Gibran was a Lebanese poet who wrote “The Prophet“, one of my all time favorite books of wisdom. I read it when I was still in high school, when books were still popular and so was reading. There were three books at the time (along with the Prophet was Siddhartha by Hermann Hesse and the Dharma Bums by Jack Kerouac) that have stay with me for life. Whenever I seem to get off track I read them again and let myself be reminded about my life discipline, direction, and destination. These were not stories of joy and happiness. They were books about forging our character through rough times. What we go through does not make us who were are. It’s how we deal with the everyday (good or bad, smooth or rough) that makes us who we are.
They say a true warrior always has deep tears behind his eyes. Warriors don’t fight because they hate the enemy but because they love the people they protect. But what they do to protect the people they love scars them deeply and permanently. We often hear about the Knights in shining armor. A warrior knows that a Knight in shining armor has never seen battle. It’s the armor that is filled with dents and scratches that has seen battle and tested their character. It is the armor that is rusted shut from the inside through sweat and tears that often traps the warrior within their own character. Many people want to be and talk about being a warrior until its time to do what warriors do – go to war and do battle. We can be taught what to do and our true character will show in how well we stand up to the task. Yet, people are never really taught how to live with it. Yet somehow, people get up every morning and do what needs to be done without question or complaining because that is who they have chosen to become.
Buddhists believe that life has suffering and that suffering comes from ignorance and attachment. The way out of suffering is intelligent insight (through deep contemplation and meditation to see through the ego illusions of separation) and by doing the right thing no matter what (not because of some rules or gains – but because it’s the right thing to do).
We also know that wounds hurt and that scars are just the history of that experience and suffering. If we hurt we are living through it or have not let go of it. If we have scars, we have already healed.
Today was a good day. Slept okay and woke up less tired than usual and with less of a headache (perhaps because of a lower viral load or just the ebb and flow of the disease, treatment, and life). Went to an early Aikido class (I often crash and burn too early in the evening to consistently make that class). Had a talk with my older son – always a good thing. Bought a new chair for my office and picked up the new vanity top for the bathroom we are remodeling. Cleared my online class discussions and graded some papers. Took a large mirror off the bathroom wall. Now just waiting for a pizza to be delivered and the evening crash and burn to happen.
Thanks for checking in …
Love and pride, strength and honor …
Until again, (tomorrow)