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Lions Roar : March 2010
50 SHAMBHALA SUN MARCH 2010 I have a garden in my backyard, and even if you don’t call it a garden, you do too. In the fall, the broad canopy of giant sycamores in my backyard turns faintly yellow and the leaves sail down. First by ones, and then by tons. a part of every autumn day finds me fuming at the sight of falling leaves. Then, I pick up a rake. Tell me, while I’m sweeping leaves till king- dom come, is it getting in the way of my life? Is it interfering with my life? Keeping me from my life? Only my imaginary life, that life of what-ifs and how-comes: the life I’m dreaming of. at the moment that I’m raking leaves, at the moment I’m doing anything, it is my life, it is all of time, and it is all of me. Mindful living In the home phOTObyanne.JOnes Karen Maezen Miller on how the domestic practice of ancient Zen masters can lead us to intimate encounters with our own lives. Do Dishes, Rake Leaves (And Don’t Forget the Endless Loads of Laundry) In the spring, the garden bursts to life and once again I see what time it is. It is time to weed. When I look up across the endless stretch of the job before me, I surely want to quit. but if I manage to regain my focus on what’s at hand I realize it’s just one weed. There’s always just one weed to do next. I do it weed by weed, and the weeds always show me how. I never finish. Looking for greater meaning in life, some people think that housework is beneath them. Cooking and cleaning are beneath them. I know that feeling well. sometimes they seem so far beneath me that I can’t see the bottom. I can’t see the beginning or the end. Is there a point to doing the work that seems pointless? The work