Being in the moment

I had a significant loss yesterday.  Chispa, my beloved friend and companion for several years, was staying at her country home.  Frightened by the noise, she ran off in the thunderstorm and got lost.  Nightfall came and I think she was taken by a pack of coyotes.  Here she is the day before playing with the cat.  It is a precious clip and I am thankful to my friend for taking it.

I am feeling a little lost myself today.  Many thoughts and feelings disturbing my peace of mind.  I remind myself that such mental afflictions can only arise if I am focused on a misbelief.  This is an opportunity to root out more of them, but somehow I do not have the strength.

Instead, I am practicing being in the moment.  My deep tears and anguish come when I am not in the moment.  My mind drifts to the past to figure out how to change this moment.  Complete lunacy, but that is what we do.  Sometimes it wants to deny my inner knowing that she is dead.  I continually push aside the thoughts and the story.  I allow my feelings, but am aware that I can only experience grief when I hold the illusion of loss.  This human condition is indeed strange.

What’s right about this that I am not getting?

 

GPS

I had an opportunity to use my phone’s navigation services for the first time during my trip to the Bay Area.  I have always avoided using it, since I am not too keen on turning on my GPS and letting letting all my applilcations know my location.  I think the part I liked about it most was that if I disagreed with the directions I could just go the way I wanted and it would “reroute” me.

It hit me, during a close call at missing a turn (really, that is how far 50ft is!?), how incredible the way it would recaluculate the directions was.  This is a true contribution to world peace.  The phone was completely non-judgmental.  It would never waste time on criticism of missing a turn. And since I knew it would always get me back on track, I was relieved of all tension regarding getting lost.  I could deviate as much as possible and the GPS would simply reroute me back to my stated destination.  No more remorse.  No more panic.

Bandstand at the Park at Lake Merritt

Bandstand at the Park at Lake Merritt – 2015

This morning while I did my morning practice on the bandstand at Lake Merritt I wondered about my next move in this game of life. On Sunday someone mentioned the idea of pivotal life decisions, like my decision to run away from home and drop out of high school when I was 15 years old.  She pondered on what our lives would be like if we had not made certain pivotal decisions.

I wondered if there might actually be a master GPS involved.  Perhaps when we are born we punch in our destinations and then away we go.  Then it is only an illusion that certain decisions are pivotal.  If one of my destinations was California and I decided not to leave Michigan when I was 15 then I might have been given another opportunity to do so at 16 or 18 or 26 years old.

In my desire for enlightenment I have both been encouraged and worried by this idea. First, I am encouraged that no matter what turn I take, the master GPS can reroute me to my final destination from my detour.  However, I am also worried because I’m not sure I put enlightenment in the GPS.  I run into so many people that claim satisfaction with things as they are and are not really interested in enlightenment.  I used to be in this group, so maybe enlightenment is not in my GPS.

Time to reprogram.

 

Definitions

I was at the Harmony Center on Sunday chatting with people after the celebration.  At one point, in the middle of a conversation regarding my recent degree in Addictions and Substance Use Disorders, I remarked, “Everything is an addiction”.  One of my fellow conversationalists, Gerry, emphatically agreed.

Later, a group of us met for continued socializing at a local eating establishment.  Gerry and I started talking about addiction again.  This time I inquired about his definition of addiction.  I wanted to be sure we were talking about the same thing.  He told me that “addiciton is mistaken identity”.

I argued that this could not be a definition of addiction since it would mean that if I saw him at a distance and mistook him for Edward I would be an addict.  In reflection, I can also discount this defintion by pointing out that many addicts, especially those trying to quit, do not mistake their drug of choice for anything but trouble, yet still the compulsion to use exists.  I suggested he try again.

He made a couple more attempts to provide a definition of addiction that matched his understanding of the term and I shot those down in a similar fashion.  Our ability to reach a mutual understanding of the term was not successful.  Finally, Gerry remarked that back at the Harmony Center when we agreed that everything was addiction we seemed to have an effortless understanding and agreement.

Actually, based on Gerry’s definition of addiction, our supposed agreement was actually a misunderstanding.  I believe he really did mean that everything is addiction, while I was refering to ubiquitousness of addiction.  I’ve observed that most people have something that they turn to compuslively that prevents them from getting something else that they would claim is more important to them.

Despite the fact that I was arguing Gerry’s definition of addiction was invalid, it really is none of my business to tell someone their defintion is wrong.  However, it is really hard to communicate with people that have redefined words.  Since Gerry and I have different definitions of addiction, we cannot possibly talk about addiction since we use the same word to talk about different things.   It would simply be too confusing.

Clear communication begins with a shared understanding of what terms mean.  In the beginning, we sat around and decided what things would be called.  For instance, we decided that the color red would be called red.  Now sometimes you might run into someone that thinks an object you think is orange is actually red.  You could argue your point and perhaps check the wavelength to see if it is red (620-750nm) or orange (590-620nm) or you could simply learn your friend has a different defintion of red.

I used to go to Twelve Step meetings and listen to people go on and on about God.  I was baffled by the things they would say.  Then I started asking them what they meant by “God”.  They told me that God meant “nature” or “love” or “spirit”.  Everyone had a different idea and none of them matched the dictionary.  That is when I learned that “God” was a meaningless word.

This is one of the reasons I try to define the terms I use in this blog.  I want to be able to communicate clearly with whoever is reading.  Many terms in Buddhism have become commonplace, but the accurate definitions can be surprising.  In addition, I do not make up defintions to suit me, I use defintions that I have learned from authorities.