recorded, then transcribed: where-the-wild-things-are-050907.mp3 do you remember that story? i do. mostly hazy, of course, but the memory of the feeling of it, strained through the various happenings of my life, blending and mixed down until it isn’t so much a memory of the story as the feeling that remembering the story brings.

today’s study is a deeper look into relative and absolute bodhicitta. the text, courtesy of H.E. Khenchen Rinpoche, from the book ‘Transformation of Suffering’.

my daughter wanted to make sure that what she sent for mother’s day wasn’t late. so she overnighted it. yesterday. i received it at work today and had one of those ‘uh oh’ moments…

Uninterrupted compassion is like a river. It does not tire or become discouraged. It is equal to the limits of samsara. – Drigung Bhande today’s lessons rests in the telling of the trials of Asanga as he struggles to purify his obscurations. how he wearied for trying to see Maitreya and, when he finally did, he cried out for Maitreya’s witholding of himself from view. but Maitreya responded saying it was not that he was ever less than present, it was only Asanga’s own obscurations that impeded his ability to see him. to prove this, he had Asanga carry him […]

this likely won’t sound any odder than anything else you ever read here, but tuesday feels soft.

popped awake from a weird dream and with a compulsion to act. setting it here.

hurray, i’m employed. other news follows…

late night analogy and comfort. i take it where i can.

i’m transplanting.

every now and then it occurs to me how much of the mess in my head is self-inflicted. pun. entendre. hah. actually, it occurred to me again tonight as i wrote those words to another and realized in the moment of the writing that i was talking to myself more than to them.