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Concentration in the Face of Disappointment

I’m almost embarrassed to post about this, but what the heck…

Technically, this is day two and as a grieving Seahawks fan, sitting this morning came as a wonderful relief. I worked in our operations center during the game and sat with guys who were far more devastated than I when that last play ended in disaster. For me, there was a momentary sense of sadness but that was immediately followed by a wash of gratefulness – an acknowledgment that while disappointment was inevitable it was not the end of the world. And yes, while it is a sad cliche, it is just a game. Sitting this morning reminded me how simply accessible ‘real happiness’ is because it’s really only as far as my heart.

In the meantime, here are our fur children celebrating the Seahawks despite the loss.IMG_2627

New Year, New Challenge 2014

I was gently (or not so gently) reminded this afternoon why meditation needs to be a more consistent element in my life. As I sat on my cushion, I decided to jumpstart my practice by listening to Sharon’s CD from her first book, Real Happiness. I settled in, closed my eyes and grounded myself on my cushion. I listened intently, feeling like an old friend was giving me private breathing lessons. Then…

A text message came in from one of my co-workers notifying me that an arrest had been made on a case we had worked all week. I’m ashamed to say, I looked at the text and of course, was pretty distracted.

I settled back in.

Then the Fur Mob came screaming downstairs, doing a Nascar worthy lap around me that culminated in an extended play date in my lap and on my cushion.

I kept coming back to the breath, recognizing that I will not always be lucky enough to sit in silence, that interruptions, while annoying, are often there to strengthen the practice.

The Fur Mob

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Home is Where the Breath Is

As I stepped out into the cold and dark at 3:30 this morning to water the puppies, I looked back at our house and counted my blessings. The night light in the kitchen threw just enough warmth to cast shadows down the stairs to the living room and onto the maple floor. It’s a big house, way too much for the two of us despite our recent uptick in canines. An open design, the architect provided spaces that encourage community, from the expansive kitchen that centers the main floor to the family room that anchors the western end of the house. And from every room, I can see the Puget Sound stretching across to the Kitsap Peninsula and beyond. We place so much importance on our homes, our castles, our domains, and our defense against the ‘other.’ And yet ultimately, our real home is always with us, no matter where we are. It’s in our breath, in the beating of our heart, the softness of our eyes as they rest upon something beautiful. I learned to meditate in the Vipassana tradition, concentrating on the rising and falling of my diaphragm or the sensation of the air at the tip of my nose. When it’s broken down to such simplicity, when that is all one must focus one’s awareness on, it is genuinely a primal feeling of home.

No matter where we are, our breath is our home.

 

Peace and Sleep

I woke up this morning, rolled over and came face to face with a puppy nose and my first thought was, “It doesn’t really get any better than this.” I hope that when I sit, the look upon my face is as placid and peaceful as that of a sleeping person or animal. It is the most vulnerable we can be – no opportunity for pretense or posturing – just pure innocence. Whenever I start to become irritated by someone, I try and imagine them in one of two states; as an infant or asleep. In those incarnations, there is no room for animosity and I can easily find compassion if needed or indifference if necessary.

If we look at the faces of those deep in meditation, there is a profound grace and contentment despite what may be swirling below the surface. What a wonderful state to aspire to and what an incredible journey to get there.sleepingpups

Puppies Are Us and the Return of the 28 Real Happiness Meditation Challenge

So on Saturday, my partner and I did something that most of our friends and family thinks is crazy – we adopted two eight week old puppies to add to our family of two Bichons and one very elderly cat. Today was the first day I literally found time to sit and I did it through two (supposed to be napping) unhappy pups in their crate. I breathed through the whines, the scuffle of paws and the pleading yawns and growls. As I write this, they have finally fallen into that twitchy puppy sleep saving up the energy to spin and twirl around the house and yard in a couple of hours.

 

It will be especially challenging this time around to find the time and peace to sit but so it is in the best of times. And there is nothing like the smell of puppy breath and feel of razor sharp teeth to bring one back to the present moment.

 

I feel blessed to be back. IMG_0744

Speaking of being blessed, here are the two newest additions to our little family.

 

Crime Crushing Canines

I took the photo on my way to work almost as a lark. Then I loaded Lucy and Bella into my car took them to work with me in a boring detective cubicle. They slept all day.

I showed the picture to my friend who works in the Public Affairs Unit for the department and he asked if he could post it on Facebook.

The rest is history.

Lucy and Bella are now asking me to separate out the red biscuits from the brown as part of their contract. I just knew this would happen…

We Should All Be So Easily Amused

This is what I love about dogs. Well, one of the many things I love about them.  Pure, unadulterated joy. Curiosity that knows no bounds. Like children, but without the potential for purposeful heartache.

 

We should aspire to be more like these lovely souls.

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