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Loving Big Brother


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There’s only 2 articles written during June 2014 in this blog but they are well worth reading and pretty much encapsulates how I feel about the spiritual wellness business that’s sprung up like mushrooms everywhere. The writer calls it the Spiritual Industrial Complex which is also very cool.

First there’s this epic rant wonderfully titled Yoga-Whoring, MacMindfulness & the Spiritual Industrial Complex where the writer calls for all teachers and practitioners to pretty much stop servicing corporations, businesses and any other organisation involved in perpetuating suffering. Good heady stuff!

Second there’s this equally epic call for teachers and practitioners to take a good hard look at themselves namely: Is your spirituality bullshit? There are 11 questions in this post, each of them as cool as the first. My favourite is this beauty of a sentence within the question: Acceptance or Passivity?

“Real spirituality looks the dying kid on the poster in the eye, feels the fucking burn and feels compelled to act. Compassion is just a rumour until it’s in the muscle.”

Respect!

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Just sitting


The last few weeks has brought formal meditation back into focus again. This has been a good thing resulting in me finally starting something I’ve been meaning to for awhile: attending the weekly Monday night sit at Ceres.

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the four sights


The sense that life is fragile and easily disrupted has been growing in me over the last few months. It probably started last year when I visited my grandmother who is extremely old now, nearly bed-ridden and unable to speak. In the last couple of months, I’ve found out that my sister’s health has been deteriorating too. She is younger than I am by 3 years.

I’ve always thought I knew that life is relatively short, people get old or sick and eventually die. But I didn’t understand that my knowledge lived on the intellectual level and that on the deepest level, I didn’t believe that it could happen to me. That has shifted and for the first time, I’ve started to feel some dread about  illness and the change that illness brings, about death and the cessation of existence that it entails.

I’m not sure if this has changed me or if it will. I hope that I will not be more fearful or anxious and that instead, I will be more appreciative of my health and the health of those I love, more compassionate to those who are ill. It may be that it is a package however, that as with so many things, vulnerability engenders compassion.

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