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Lions Roar : November 2008
SHAMBHALA SUN NOVEMBER 2008 57 I remember driving home several days after my husband Steve’s passing. As I stepped out of my car, I noticed something color- ful on the front porch. Walking up the steps, I realized that it was a pile of toys and games. There were a number of dolls, a fire truck, and a board game. I picked up a small, bright-blue plush toy that had black-and-white eyes, and it made me smile, something that I hadn’t done in days. That evening, I received calls from two of my friends. They told me that when their chil- dren learned of Steve’s death, they insisted that they be driven to my house, where they left their favorite toys and games. The mothers insisted that it was the idea of the children. Larry remembers his first golf lesson with Peggy’s mother: My feet are slipping on the practice green, slipping in my non- golf shoes. I notice the sign in this backcountry golf course that says, “No Cowboy Boots. No High Heels,” and I know I am far from the ’hood. I recall my father’s stories of not being allowed to play golf due to policies of racial discrimination. Something in me quickens as I realize that I am here for my father, too. I am also frustrated. How could something that looks so easy be so challenging? Peggy’s mother says, “Oh, Larry, what a lovely day. I’m so happy to be here,” and I am awakened to the presence of beauty, the soft breeze from the Idaho mountains, and the gift of friendship. “Here, let me help you,” she says as she stretches her short arms around my belly. I can feel her heart beat next to mine. She positions the club in my hands. What am I doing on a golf course in Idaho? I am with my friend, and I soften into this offering of love. We practiced for hours, and all I remember is her kindness and gentle coaching. The practice of true love encourages us to live our life directed by the energy of goodness. At first it helps to be more intentional and to make this a conscious process. We might wake up and actively welcome the day by stating our intention to move in the direction of love, goodness, and happiness. We then can use our own experiences of the day as a teaching device. What does goodness feel like, smell like, taste like, and sound like? What embodies goodness? What are the faces of goodness? Can I sense it in me and around me? Practicing in this way, goodness develops into a feedback sys- tem, a sensor. It is a kind of homing device that supports us in moving in the direction of goodness. We will have more and more experiences when we feel transported by the energy of goodness itself. We will not need to think. We will feel moved, called, pro- pelled by that which is good, true, and beautiful. This will hap- pen all on its own. We know that you have had this experience. A LOVING-KINDNESS MEDITATION How do you love and talk to yourself? The inner conversation we conduct at all hours is the basis of the love relationship that we have with ourselves. Whose voice is it that loves or chides you? Is the voice critical or loving? Is there a sacred voice that you hear within? Loving-kindness meditation practice is designed to uncover the brilliance of light and love that dwells in each of us. This radiance is just covered up with ignorance, fear, anger, and the red dust of life. But it is there. We begin by befriending ourselves, learning to talk kindly and sweetly, learning to offer ourselves a blessing in- stead of a curse or a complaint. This is the foundation of the prac- tice of true love, of actively being a loving friend to ourselves. The practice is simple. We kindly and gently repeat the phras- es that are referred to as the heavenly abodes in classic Buddhist teachings. The phrases are: May I be free from danger May I have mental happiness May I have physical happiness May I have ease of well-being. The practice of loving-kindness meditation begins by extend- ing these aspirations to our own self. We send these thoughts as a blessing and a prayer. We connect with our aspiration and our heartfelt desire that we experience safety, happiness, good health, and well-being. We connect with these sentiments as energy of light and of love. ♦ NOV 48-57.indd 57 NOV 48-57.indd 57 9/1/08 12:21:47 PM 9/1/08 12:21:47 PM