Love is closer to us than we are to ourselves.

James: Some claim that we experience, at least consciously, only the surprising. A voice shouts our name from across a busy room, and we turn. A twinge in our leg, and we move it. The rest of the sensations, nearly all of them, are processed by the unconscious mind which has seen them a billion times … Continued

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When the Bell Finishes…

James: On one of his last transmissions, instead of speaking, the Buddha held up a white flower.  Many of the monks in attendance were smitten, and understood the metaphor.  Only one, however, smiled.  The Buddha called him forward and said, “Is there something you would like to share with the class?” Sure, the monk said.  Everything. “Great,” … Continued

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Sleep

James:  How did Chuang-tzu know if he was a butterfly dreaming he was a man, or a man dreaming he was a butterfly? He didn’t.  He just rolled with it. What he was talking about was not an insoluble puzzle, like, the Matrix or a 6-D sim that we need to break free of.  He … Continued

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All We Are Is Rock ‘n’ Roll

James: When we were carving up the CEC pie, trying to embody the spirit that kept us coming back to our practice, we wanted to both capture the essential and be intentional with how we placed it during the year.  As we marched down the calendar, approached its end, after so much attention to practice, mindfulness … Continued

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