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I'll explain the bizarre scene later.... til then, perhaps those of you who were not present can enjoy hazarding guesses about what the heck is going on in the picture, and why?
......success and failure are your journey*......
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*The quote in the top bar is from Chögyam Trungpa Rinpoche, whom I tend to view with some suspcion as a person (great teacher or charismatic cult leader? I'm not sure!), but whose teachings I often find useful nonetheless... here is a further elaboration:
The sense of trust is that, when you apply your inquisitiveness, when you look into a situation, you know that you will get a definite response.
If you take steps to accomplish something, that action will have a result--either failure or success. When you shoot your arrow, either it will hit the target or it will miss. Trust is knowing that there will be a message.
When you trust in those messages, the reflections of the phenomenal world, the world begins to seem like a bank, or reservoir, of richness. You feel that you are living in a rich world, one that never runs out of messages....
You trust, not in success, but in reality.... [W]hatever the result that comes from your action, that result is not an end in itself. You can always go beyond the result; it is the seed for a further journey.
And,
Often, when someone tells us we should be fearless, we think they're saying not to worry, that everything is going to be all right. But unconditional fearlessness is simply based on being awake....
[F]earlessness is unconditional because you are neither on the side of success or failure. Success and failure are your journey.
2 comments:
Let's see...when that happened I was still on the way down from Boston, not quite sure how I wound up on the road at all.
I will always remember your wedding not only as your wedding but also The Night Birdfarm and Wifey Brought My Friends Back Into My Life Again.
Franklin, glad I could help repair what I helped break (at least that's my impression; who the hell knows what happened at this point). But as to your assessment of the logistics, it's more likely you were on your way back to Boston.
This is literally the wedding night--you know, the one that's supposed to be all romantic. That's the actual wedding cake they're eating--you know, the top layer that you're supposed to freeze and eat on your first anniversary.
Joel, does the name "Maurice" jog your memory at all?
Dang, I wanted to post the story but I gotta run, don't want to be late to pick up Loopy. Fine. Further installments to come.
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