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It might be that they haven’t opened it for general registration yet. I will find out and let you know.

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This is the way I remember this story.  I’m sure there are details I’m not getting exactly as it happened, but the events described are real. 

In January 1992 my sister, Kerrie, and her husband, Kelly, who were living in Gretna, Louisiana, across the river from New Orleans, went out driving with their 3 month old daughter, Chelsea, who was fussy that evening.  Kelly had just gotten off work and was tired and Kerrie drove. They pulled up to an ATM at their bank to make a deposit.  When they stopped, another vehicle blocked their exit and two young men- probably only teenagers- jumped out wearing nylon stockings over their faces and weilding hand guns.  One ran to each side of the car.  Kerrie shoved her purse out the window thinking that was what they wanted. 

The man on the passenger’s side smashed the window and shot across the front seat, hitting Kerrie in the left thigh.  The bullet went clear through her leg, missing the bone but barely, and lodged in the door of the car.  Then the same shooter turned to Kelly who was turning to block Chelsea in her car seat in the back.  The gun was aimed at Kelly’s chest, but as he turned and raised his arm the bullet shattered his elbow. 

A courageous woman ran to their sides and held terrified little Chelsea and talked with them while they waited for the police.  She stayed with them in the danger and prayed with them and comforted them as much as was possible. 

My mother called to tell me, and I felt like I was in an elevator that suddenly dropped.  They were alive, but they’d been seriously injured.  Chelsea had only minor scrapes from flying glass. But someone shot my sister and her husband and the world was no longer safe for anyone.  Always before when I had thought of someone hurting my loved ones I thought that I would want revenge. There would be no revenge for this crime.  The young men shot and injured four people that night, but they were never caught. 

The surprise was that I felt no desire for them to be hurt in return. I wanted them to be stopped and incarcerated since clearly they were not safe members of society.  But the thought that haunted me was, “What happened to these boys to make them so willing to hurt my sister’s family?”  When I talked with my brother and mother and sister, they all echoed the thought.  What happened to them when they were little boys?  Who failed to love them?  What hurricane took their security?  What parent failed to provide them with unconditional love?  Who exploited their trust with pain so deep that the only way to expel it was to cause intense and overwhelming fear in others?

The police surmised that they were doing a gang initation, but they didn’t kill anyone.  They shot 3 women in the leg and one man in the arm… although I suspect if Kelly had turned less quickly the bullet would have entered his chest and the death count would have been one. But it wasn’t.  They weren’t good enough at evil to kill. 

I’m not sure why compassion was available to me then.  Compassion didn’t make me wish for those boys to have freedom nor to think that what they did didn’t matter.  It meant that for some reason I was able to see that a long chain of causes and effects led to what they did and that if not my sister’s family, someone else’s.  The chain of events was already in motion, rolling downhill and gathering speed. I was able to see that those boys were responding without introspection to things other people had initiated beyond and outside their control. 

In Shambhala and Buddhist study we are taught about lovingkindness.  It is also known as buddha nature, which we all have.  (Buddha was a man, not a god.  If he could do it, we, as humans, can also become buddhas.)  Basic goodness is in all of us. 

So, what of those boys that shot those good people on that dark night? Why did they behave in ways that were neither loving nor kind?  These many years later I think I know.  I think this knowing was with me all along, and revealed itself when those boys shot my sister.   

Shambhala

I just finished a weekend of Shambhala Training.  Level 2 was very difficult for me.  In Level 1 we learned about our innate goodness and lovingkindness.  In Level 2 we pulled our gazes inward, both physically during meditation, looking at the floor just in front of us rather than six feet beyond, and in terms of our mindfulness.  Rather than focusing on our inward breath, we focused on inhalation and exhalation.  It sounds easy, right?  Sit on a cushion, look at the floor beyond your feet and breath.  For an evening and two full days we sat and breathed and pulled our vision inward.  There were periods of walking meditation, interviews with our directors, talks, discussions and meals, but then it was back to the pillow.  We all struggled.  My avoidance for the weekend was fighting an urge to sleep, which has never been a problem for me during meditation before.  Sunday morning I woke up completely congested and unable to breathe through either nostril.  I got up and went to the retreat anyway, and the congestion went away.  It was like my avoidance realized I wasn’t going to fall for its trickery.  I was going whether I was sick or not.  I was not sick.  The congestion was completely gone by mid-morning. 

It was in this sitting and  breathing in and out and looking that we encountered those things in our lives that are holding us back.  For each of us it was unique, but many of us found similar obstacles.  For me, I came face to face with my tendency to avoid problems.  I’ve been working on this for ages.  In my youth if I ran into a glitch at my job, I would get a new one, or maybe a new apartment. Later if I had a problem with my marriage, I would talk and interrupt and insist that I was right. In my 40’s when things were challenging, I’d engage in some activity that kept me from having to face what was difficult. Stay busy, zone out in some hobby, don’t look anyone in the eye. 

In my 50s I began to meditate and running away or putting up barriers was revealed to be a way of attaching myself to pain.  Who knew that running away was a form of attachment?  I’ve been so attached to avoiding troubles that I haven’t learned how to deal with them very effectively. 

Compassion

So where does compassion come from?  It comes from a fuller understanding of ourselves, and of cause and effect in this world.  Those boys that shot Kerrie and Kelly have either grown into men or they have died.  If they are alive, they have either straightened up or they are still living their lives of attachments and pain.  If they have straightened up, it is because they found a way to look themselves in the eye and realize that they did possess basic goodness.  And if they are still living outside their basic goodness, it is still there inside them, untapped and unrealized.

There is no moral polarity.  Good does not exist without bad.  Black does not exist without white.  There is only awareness and its companion, lack of awareness.  Awake and not awake.  Once we recognize this, compassion arises.

The Human Dharma

April 26, 2010

It turns out the Grand Poobah religious figure in the USA, Jesus, did some stuff that didn’t make a lot of sense.  The one that comes to mind is getting mad at the fig tree and cursing it to death because it didn’t have any figs and he was hungry.  Um… seriously, Jesus? The tree would have had figs if the conditions had been right.  Wouldn’t it have been better to curse the environment?  Or the fig tree’s health?  The Buddha said that attachments cause suffering.  Jesus experienced suffering because he craved a fig so much he couldn’t stand it.  But taking the story at face value, his craving caused suffering not only for himself, it also killed the tree, so there could be no more figs for anyone from that tree. 

Jesus also rejected his family and said that he had a new family in the form of his disciples.  Buddha did that, too.  In fact, he ditched his parents, wife and kid and didn’t see them for ages.  Later in his life his family became his followers, but he did ditch them and cause them suffering.  Among the things the Buddhist works on is his compassion.  Although he left them so he could figure out the source of suffering and the resolution of suffering, he also caused suffering.

The thing is, these guys were people.  They weren’t gods.  Buddha didn’t even claim to be.  He didn’t even assign anyone to carry on his work.  He said that people need to figure out the way the world works by practicing on their own.  Jesus did claim to be the son of God, as well as the Son of Man, but he was human.  He had faults.  Buddha had faults.  All us people got faults.

As a freshly minted Buddhist I have been thinking about how it used to irk me when Christians edited the Christian story to make it suit their experiences.  A lot of modern Christians actually redefine God to suit their perspectives.  Now I find myself doing the same thing with Buddhism.  I don’t buy the supernatural stuff in Buddhism any more than I buy it in Christianity. 

What I buy is the Four Noble Truths, and how practicing them leads you automatically to walking the Eightfold Path.  Nothing magical. Nothing that requires faith without evidence.  Just walk the walk.

The Four Noble Truths

  • There is suffering (dukkha).
  • There is a cause of suffering (craving).
  • There is the cessation of suffering (nirvana).
  • There is the eightfold path leading to the cessation of suffering.
  • The Eightfold Path

    1. Right View
    2. Right Intention
    3. Right Speech
    4. Right Action
    5. Right Livelihood
    6. Right Effort
    7. Right Mindfulness
    8. Right Concentration

    The intersting thing is that nirvana doesn’t happen in the great hereafter.  It happens here and now when you practice.  Bits and pieces of nirvana start showing up.  The more you practice, the more you get.

    Dental Dharma

    April 12, 2010

    I have been getting some dental work done.  I needed a couple of crowns.  I hadn’t had anything like that done in years.  About 3 weeks ago the first tooth was shaved down, and I decided I would try to practice meditation while it was happening.  I had some moments of sort of knowing I was breathing, but mostly I tried to avoid choking.  Mindfulness can be hard, especially when you really want to be on a desert island or, heck, stuck in traffic, or anywhere but in that chair.

    This morning it was better.  I figured out how not to breathe through my mouth despite having my mouth wide open, and how to concentrate on my breath while the dentist drilled his heart out.  I also learned to keep my tongue away from any gunk he puts in there- it is going to taste bad, that’s just a fact.  It’s a lot easier to meditate when you can breathe and when the most bitter flavor in the world isn’t eating a hole through your tongue. 

    It was a good practice, though, both times.  Bringing yourself back to the present is challenging when you’re sitting on your zafu in a quiet room, but there is great benefit from learning to control the mind in tougher situations, too.  The fact that for seconds at a time I was able to stay with my breathe despite the drilling and nasty tastes in my mouth helped me understand that I have progressed.  I could never have done that just a short time ago. 

    When Moh Hardin was here in January, he lead us on an awareness meditation, that involved walking up to stuff and just checking it out.  Truly paying attention, letting go of self-consciousness.  It was something I did all the time as a little kid, but hadn’t done, not really, in forever.  It is good. 

    Now I find myself walking up to an iris and really looking it over, knowing that it will only be here a short time and then it will be gone, so now is the time to look and pay attention to it.  Now is the time to wake up.  Or else I take a really good look at the texture of the wall paper in some restaurant bathroom or the dimples and sharp textures of a brick in some wall.  Those things are going to be here for a while, but even they are fleeting. 

    It’s important to understand that I am fleeting, too.  I am awake and aware, but now and only now.  And sooner or later I won’t be awake and aware at all… I will die and become part of the dirt and the bugs and the flowers. 

    I hope someone will stop and look at the dirt I become in a bunch of years from now, and be awake and aware and alive in that one moment in time.  They will not see me or know I used to be made out of that dirt, but maybe they will have a little moment of presence when they will breathe in and find out they are glad they are alive.

    The Buddhist Mark

    April 12, 2010

    When Archrya Moh Hardin was here earlier this year for a weekend retreat, in one of his talks he discussed the Buddhist Mark.  He said this is not a physical mark, but something that people can see, something that let’s them know you are on the path of mindfulness.  He told of someone he knew who was, on one occasion, standing in line to see a movie when a woman approached and said, “You’re a Buddhist, aren’t you?” and proceeded to inquire about details about some Buddhist gathering.  When she had answered the question, the friend said, “But, how did you know I was a Buddhist?”  She was just an ordinary person, dressed in ordinary clothes, standing in line to see a popular movie. 

    “Oh, I can just tell,” replied the woman. 

    For a long time I have noticed that each religion has it’s own facial expression.  Proper Christians are often beaming and beatific.  Republican Politicians who claim to be Christians have a mean, cutting gaze that isn’t loving at all.  Certain Unitarian Universalists have a tired intellectual look, and a college professor demeanor.  Which makes sense since a pretty good number are highly educated and if they aren’t college professors, they’ve spent their time with them.  

    I didn’t know Buddhist’s had a “mark” until Moh’s talk, but if I had to describe it, it would be an expression that says, “I just woke up!”  It includes a slight hint of surprise.  Instead of making you feel like they think they have you all figured out, with a little air of smugness, which is how some Christians and some Unitiarians can make me feel, it just makes you feel like they’re paying attention to you right now.  Of course, they are.  Instead of making you feel like they have you all figured out, they make you feel like they are with you right here and now. 

    This is not present in all Buddhists, and since I know only a few, I suspect there are a whole lot that don’t have that mark.  One Buddhist I know is more like a Unitarian and seems to think she knows pretty much all things Buddhist, including how I should interpret Buddhism and lead my life.  Unitarians are proud of their educations.  Some Buddhists make me feel accepted and welcomed, but I’m not sure how awake they are at any given moment.  I think like most people they struggle with distraction.  A very tiny few make me a little uncomfortable, but I don’t really understand why.  

    The other day my husband said he didn’t really know how to say it but he felt that since I became a Buddhist I had changed.  When I asked how, he said, “You are easier.  You take things easier.”  I was surprised that he had noticed such a thing, although I suspect after 23 years of marriage change is tangible between two people.  And, indeed, I have noticed something like this about myself. 

    I grew up in a family of people who like to be right.  I liked it, too.  I would argue points that didn’t really matter because I was convinced they did, I’d shut people down in conversation.  I would interrupt.  I am not saying that I have been cured of these practices, for sure.  But what I have noticed is that if I am truly being present with someone who is talking to me, I don’t have to be so right. There are so many things that just don’t matter, and if someone is talking to me about something that matters to her or him, what they need is for me to listen.  And if I shut up and listen, and remain mindful and present, I see things I didn’t used to have access to. 

    I see their heartbreak and their pleasure and I can share it with them.  I see the answers they are looking for, sometimes, and provide a question that will help them find the answer themselves.  And I have the humility to ask the question rather than provide the answer, knowing that I might not be exactly right, but that if they answer the question themselves, they can definitely be right. 

    There is a lot of power in just the simplicity of learning that the road leads to here.

    Disclaimer:  I am still a Meditator Tot, not a nun or a high fallutin’ Lama.  I am also a skeptic.  What I believe in is the results I’ve obtained from the practice of Buddhist mindfulness.  Cause and effect is key. 

    Feel free to skip through this for the parts you’re interested in. 

    Today I was asked the following:  I’ve been studying up on world religions lately (from a philosophical viewpoint), and I’m having some difficulty with Buddhism. There doesn’t seem to be a defining text like most religions have…and that’s making it a bit difficult for me to direct my studies. Can you suggest a place/book/website for me to start studying? It really would help me out, as I’m a bit lost in the wealth of information out there. Thank you!

    This is a great question and a common problem-at least it’s one I face daily as a fledgeling Buddhist. I’m going to give a little background I’ve gleaned and will recommend some books, one questioner to another.  I’ll list some books in the text and at the end. 

    BACK STORY as I’ve gathered it:

    Siddhartha Gautama lived some 500 years before Jesus.  His family was fairly successful, although his father was not a King as some writings claim. According to the Pali Canon he was probably more like a governor, and certainly did pretty well for himself and his family.  The name Siddhartha doesn’t show up until later writings, although the Gautama family name seems to be attached to the guy who would later become the Buddha from way back near the start. 

    Legend has it that his Mom had a seer read his fortune, and it was determined that he would be either a great political or religious leader.  In that place and time to be a religious leader meant an austere life of self-sacrifice, living with a begging bowl and wearing tattered robes, so his Dad much preferred him to be a political leader.  He tried to protect him from exposure to life’s troubles like that whole pesky sickness and dying situation, but he went out with a servant, saw reality, left his cushy life and became an aescetic.  He wandered around starving for a few years, realized that starving didn’t explain anything, and went for what is known as the Middle Way, which is still recommended today.  A life of moderation.  The thing is, the whole king story was probably not exactly right, although everyone tells it as if it was the gospel.  No, wait, wrong religion.   

    I found the following book very helpful in getting a grasp on what is probably as close to the Buddha story as we could possibly get:  Stephen Batchelor – Confession of a Buddhist Atheist.  He was a monk for many years as a young man, and then opted to leave for a life as a married lay Buddhist teacher.  He studied with many of the big names in Buddhism, and even had some time wtih the Dalai Lama. He writes about the Pali Canon and how he worked on sifting apart the fluff from what is likely to be authentic in those texts.  Like me, he questioned the Dalai’s tolerance of monks performing supernatural rituals and the treasuries of meaningful relics.  These seems to contradict a central tenet of Buddhist practice, that of letting go of attachments to things, to people, to outcomes in order to reduce suffering.

    THE MEANING OF LIFE… Or… THE TRUTH ABOUT BEING ALIVE

    The central Buddhist idea is known as the Four Noble Truths.  This is what the Buddha supposedly figured out while sitting under the Bodhi Tree, and it only took him eleven hours.  (Do you detect a hint of sarcasm? I suspect he figured it out, and he said anyone could do it.  Whether it happened under that tree in eleven hours is open for debate in my view. It’s a legend.)

    1.  There is suffering in life.  (There.  Someone finally said it.)

    2. The cause of suffering is attachments and cravings.  

    3.  There is a way to relieve suffering.

    4.  The way is to release attachments. 

    ATTACHMENTS

    Basically, we spend our lives running after things we want and running away from things we don’t want, applying expectations to things outside ourselves and being upset when they don’t come out the way we ever-so-deeply wanted them to.  These things we run toward or from are what Buddhists refer to as attachments.  We worry about the decisions our kids make even though they are adults; we worry about the amount of stuff we have, hoarding objects or throwing away money to get more stuff; we worry that our parents will die and our cars will get old and that we might miss our favorite TV show or forget to record it.  We attach to all kinds of worry.  We get mad when people cut us off in traffic because we are attached to moving along unimpeded.  Everything that we suffer over has to do with one sort of attachment or another.

    Getting your brain around that is a huge deal.  Because the next question is, inevitably, “Are you saying I should leave my spouse and kids, and spend my life meditating under a bridge?  Am I supposed to knock off all my plans and goals… like learning more or eating right and exercising or saving for retirement?”  The good news is, no, you don’t have to.  Some people do, but frankly, I’m not convinced that isn’t its own form of attachment to an identity.   

    What we do very little of is being present and awake in the moment.  Paying attention to the look and taste and shape and temperature and texture of each bite of food instead of eating while watching TV or reading or driving and not even appreciating it. (This is why MacDonald’s is popular. Americans do not pay attention to what they are eating, so we don’t notice if it tastes good or not, and we don’t feel satisfied when we eat so we eat more.)  Paying full attention to your job without thinking about something else.  To sit on the porch and be aware of the birdsong and the rustling leaves rather than dragging the boom box out there to drown it out. 

    PRACTICE

    So the central practice of Buddhism is meditation.  Formal meditation often takes place while sitting on a mat and pillow, or a chair or small bench.  It can also take place while walking.  But it also can take place in everyday life.  Meditation is not what it is surmised to be by the uninitated.  It is a practice to help you gain control of your mind and your life by being fully awake and aware in this moment here and now.  In my sangha (congregation) we perform sitting meditation for a while, then we walk for a while, then we sit again as the heart of each of our weekly gatherings.  The presentation that usually follows is brief and secondary to meditation.  We also have weekend retreats in which we participate in various arts or practice meditation, or both.     

    This formal meditation is like the scales Ray Charles said were the staple of his daily piano playing.  He loved playing scales, throughout his life, long after he was famous, and up until he couldn’t do it any more.  He said it wasn’t a good day if he couldn’t do his scales.  Formal meditation is the equivalent of the scales of a mindful life. A regular practice is considered more important than long periods of meditation.  Five minutes a day is better than an hour of sitting every now and then. 

    THE EIGHTFOLD PATH

    Buddhism is full of lists.  Some get a wee tad fussy for me, but the Four Noble Truths and the Eightfold Path are biggies.  The Eightfold path is similar to the Ten Commandments except that they aren’t commanded by anyone… and there are only eight.  🙂  They are practices that will become part of your life naturally as you become more aware that every path leads to here and now, so you almost don’t even need to hear them, although why not take help when you can get it?  (I could get into a whole thing here about reincarnation, but I don’t consider that important, any more than I consider heaven and hell important.  I consider here and now important.  If I am awake and present, I make good choices that reduce my suffering and that of those around me.  I think attachments to a reincarnated life and to heaven and hell (and indeed hell can be an attachment in the sense that people are attached to avoiding it) are, after all, cravings that cause suffering.  If I live with awareness and it turns out reincarnation or heaven are in store for me, they’ll come.  I just prefer not to be attached to those concepts, both because they are attachments and attachments cause suffering, but also because they don’t match my experience of cause and effect. 

    The Eightfold Path consists of ways to live a good life.  They are Right View, Right Intention, Right Speech, Right Action, Right Livelihood, Right Effort, Right Mindfulness, Right Concentration.  Here’s a link that explains them pretty nicely.  http://www.boloji.com/buddhism/00110.htm  . 

    THE SUPERNATURAL

    I don’t buy the supernatural in any religion, but I do think there are things we don’t understand and try to have an open mind in the here and now.  What drew me to Buddhism was the practice and the results I experience from practice.  There are Buddhists that are devoted to the supernatural.  From what I can tell at this stage in my study as a Buddhist they ignore the words of the original Buddha who said that if it doesn’t match your experience, don’t buy it, even if I (the Buddha himself) said it.  This convinces me that it is valid to be a Buddhist without all the beliefs in reincarnation, clairvoyance, and auspicious this and that. 

    Believe nothing, no matter where you read it, or who said it, no matter if I have said it, unless it agrees with your own reason and your own common sense.     Buddha     

    LINEAGES

    Like Christianity, Buddhism has a bunch of sects… even more than Christianity, probably.  After all, it’s had 500 more years to gear up.  Many of the sects claim a direct line to the Buddha, meaning that their teacher was taught by another teacher and another and another on back until one of the teachers was taught directly by the Buddha.  Just like the Church of Christ claims to be directly connected to the first century church Jesus started.  (At least they used to.)  I find this unlikely, but I’m okay with it in a philosophical sense, both for Christians and Buddhists. 

    There are some good books that give overviews of the main schools, so I’ll let them tell you.  One suprisingly good book for an overview is The Idiots Guide to Buddhism.  Believe it or not.  The Complete Idiot’s Guide to Buddhism, 3rd Edition By: Gary Gach.

    MY PATH

    I belong to the Tibetan lineage, American-style, called Shambhala.  There is a lot of information on the Shambhala website:    http://www.shambhala.org/.  As I’ve said, I remain a skeptic, but have been supported in my skepticism by my fellow Shambhala Buddhists, so if something there doesn’t add up for you, don’t feel oblidged to buy it.  The Buddha wouldn’t. 

    REFUGE VOWS

    I took my refuge vows earlier this year, and when I had my interview with our Archrya (he’s an advanced teacher in our lineage and who is only here one time a year), he said that this refuge sticks even if I switch to another lineage, if I want it to.  I was given the Tibetan name, Shiwa Nyi-Tso, which means Peaceful Sun-Lake.   

    It is not necessary to take refuge vows to practice the Buddhist ways, nor certainly to benefit from meditation and mindfulness.  Many members of Shambhala are not Buddhists at all.  They are Catholics and Jews and Atheists who have recognized the value of meditative practice and mindfulness.  When asked if one must give up their gods to become a Buddhist, Buddha replied, “You do not give up one good friend just because you have made another.”  Besides, the Buddha is not a god, and did not consider himself a god.  You might be surprised to hear that without digging deep because a lot of people really want him to be a god and make him into one. 

    Buddhists take refuge in the Buddha, the Dharma and the sanga.  These are the Teacher, The teachings, and the Community of learners. 

    THE RITUALS AND THE STUFF

    For people raised in simple religions like the fundamentalist Christianity of my childhood, the iconography can be a bit much.  Even as a former Unitarian Universalist (who remains affiliated) I get a bit “attached” to avoiding the extravagant trappings.  (And it causes me suffering. Yikes!) The Zen lineage is actually probably more in alignment with my take on Buddhism than the Tibetan path, but I have found a family among my sangha. 

    WORSHIP

    We don’t exactly worship as Buddhists, certainly not in the Western sense.  When we bow to our archrya when we take our refuge vows, we are not worshipping him, we are honoring him.  When we bow to a shrine, we are not worshipping it or anything on it, we are focusing our mindfulness on it.  This is an alien concept to most Americans.  Americans figure if you bow you are worshipping.  But this is eastern bowing, and it’s a sign of respect.  Why have a statue of the buddha on the altar?  Just to center our minds.  In fact, at our sangha, the altar contains bowls of things that symbolize the 5 natural senses.  No Buddha there at all, instead we honor our own sight, hearing, touch, tastes and smells. 

    SOME READINGS

    There is so much to read that your head swims.  I find I’ve had to focus my reading, and if I pick up a book that is too nutty, I put it back down pretty quickly.  Maybe later it won’t seem nutty and I’ll try again, but I feel no obligation to buy it just because a Buddhist said it was so.  I bought this one book called A Buddha From Brooklyn.  WAY too nutty.  Do not get it. 

    An Accidental Buddhist by Dinty Moore.  This is an awesome book, a story of a guy who went out in search of Buddhism in America.  Not a deep intellectual read, but really worthwhile, I thought.

    Accidental Buddhist by Emily Dickinson.  I just ordered it.  No idea if it is good!

    The Complete Idiot’s Guide to Buddhism, 3rd Edition [Kindle Edition] By: Gary Gach  Surprisingly good. 

    Confession of a Buddhist Atheist [Kindle Edition] By: Stephen Batchelor  Very worthwhile.  It tells the author’s story in an engaging way while giving a pretty in depth critique of some aspects of Buddhist practice. 

    Buddhism Plain and Simple [Kindle Edition] By: Steve Hagen  I love this book.  It is well written, clean, and gets to the point of Buddhist practice. 

    Meditation, Now or Never. For basic meditation instruction, this is a great book, also by Steve Hagen.  Instruction in meditation technique is very important and invaluable.  What most people think of as meditation, isn’t. 

    Sit Down and Shut Up [Kindle Edition] By: Brad Warner Great read by a former punk rocker and Buddhist priest.  A very down-to-earth look at life as a Buddhist in the modern world.

    Zen Wrapped in Karma Dipped in Chocolate: A Trip Through Death, Sex, Divorce, and Spiritual Celebrity in Search of the True Dharma [Kindle Edition] By: Brad Warner  Another cool Brad Warner book.

    A lot of the books by the modern Buddhist leaders are kind of heady and … well … sometimes seem impractical.  Yet, once you’ve been practicing a while, even a little while like me, they start to make more sense.  Here are a list of books from the Shambhala lineage:

    http://shambhala.org/meditation/books.php 

    Some of the traditional texts… there are thousands of pages of traditional texts.

    Dammapada

    Pali Canon

    Tibetan Book of the Dead

    FINALLY

    Maybe that was more than you wanted to know, certainly it was just one woman’s view, and it was from a rank beginner, so take it all with a grain of your own intellectual salt. 

    Stay awake,

    Shiwa Nyi-Tso,

    Aka Aunt Kellie

    Flow Around

    April 3, 2010

    This is an old post from when we were first starting to find success with the Constructional Aggression Treatment as a method for rehabilitating aggressive dogs. 

    The Momentary Mentor: Flow Around 9/2/06

    A rather surprising thing has begun to happen in my life.  The things I’ve worked hard to achieve are coming to fruition.  It’s amazing, incredible, exciting!  My education, career and family are all coming along beautifully.  Hard work, sacrifice and persistence do eventually pay off. 

    I would be able to say it couldn’t be better but for one disconcerting result of my fledgling professional success.  It’s pissing people off.

    But it turns out that’s okay.    

    I never set out to be in competition with anyone and it came as a complete surprise that some people want to spar.  I mostly like sorting out problems.  I have been interested in aggression in animals as well as humans for a long time, and the opportunity to help Jesus Rosales-Ruiz develop an aggression treatment procedure that also reveals some heretofore unrealized facts about behavior is an amazing experience. 

    But what makes it even better is when other people take the procedure and use it in their work in creative and innovative ways, developing it, making it even better.  When people send me emails or call with news of their latest success, it is the absolute best thing ever!  What could be better than doing work that people can actually use successfully to make the world a better place?  In my view, that’s the ultimate success story.

    And yet there are people who aren’t happy that we’re working with canine aggression, and they’re even less happy that we’re telling the world about it. 

    That’s okay.

    When we first began this research, I was just plain excited about it and talked about it a lot.  People soon began to criticize what we’re doing without knowing much about it.  How maddening!  But once I sat down and thought it through, I realized that many of these folks have been getting their reinforcers from working with aggression for a long time.  Many of them are darned good at it.  I’m the new kid on the block.  They deserve what they’ve worked to achieve.  I must still earn their respect if I’m to ever have it.  And maybe I won’t.  Others are struggling to make a name in the highly competitive world of dog training and animal behavior.  They see me as a challenge.

    And that’s okay, too.  The thing is, I’m not competing.  If I have my way, they will become as successful as they are willing to work to become.

    When I realized that even when someone is being unkind or even threatening, it’s still just behavior under the influence of the environment, it became easier to take.  It became much more natural to step back and look at things reasonably rather than taking everything personally.  It’s still not fun to receive criticism or to hear about it second hand.  But it is a different experience now than before I understood what they are working for.  From their perspectives other peoples’ successes in their field puts their access to their reinforcers in jeopardy. 

     When one person approached me, almost daring me to try to convince a certain group of highly experienced experts that our procedure was better than what they are doing, I realized that convincing people who don’t want to be convinced is not what I’m in this work for.  If they don’t want to be convinced, nothing I can show them is going to change their minds. 

    As soon as I realized that, things began to get better for me, fast.  It wasn’t anything psychic or an intervention from the mystic collective unconscious or anything like that.  It was a simple change of focus.  Who does want to learn about our procedure?  Who needs it?  Who is willing to give it a fair shot at success?  That simple change of focus brought me new clients, new speaking opportunities, more professional options, and much less worry. 

    I’m doing this work because I want a career where I can help people and animals.  A few paragraphs ago when I wrote how excited I get when people take our research and use it in the real world?  That’s where my reinforcers come from.  Not in breaking through to people who don’t want to be convinced.  So I stopped trying to convince them and went where there was no resistance. 

    There are an estimated 4.7 million dog bites in this country each year according to the National Centers for Disease Control.  There are plenty of aggressive dogs to go around.  I don’t have to fight the current experts for the same dogs they’re working with.  That will just mean I’m fighting, fighting, fighting all the time, and that won’t get me any closer to the reinforcers I value.  What I have to do is find the people who care about some dogs’ behavior, who are looking for answers, and show them that I can do something to help. 

    It turns out that’s as easy as water flowing down a stream. 

    The first time I told this story, it turned into a parable.  In the two weeks since I first told it, I’ve found the opportunity to tell it several times.  In every case the listener has told me it made a difference.  I hope it will make a difference for you.  If not, just keep it stored away.  There may come a time when you can use it. 

    Trying to convince those who are fighting not to be convinced is like water trying to flow through a stone.  The stone is strong and valuable on the Earth, but it is stone.  Instead of trying to penetrate stone, flow around.  In a hundred years the stone will still be strong and stationary, perhaps worn down a little on the side where the water has flowed around it, but still a stone.  But the water will be miles away, far along on its journey, transformed by the plants and animals that drink it, part of the clouds above it, part of the earth below it.    

    If you come across people in your life who fight or resist you as you try to be everything you can be, honor them in those things for which they deserve honor.  Then flow around.

    This is a rock.  I am water.  Flow around.

    Kellie Snider

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