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Moira Kowalczyk's avatar

Dear Koshin and Sangha,

I love being together even in the smallest ways. Offering our hearts to our own life and the lives of eachother.

So, here is a way I have been practicing ina whole hearted fashion of radically saying Yes to what’s here: and here is an example , last Saturday I read up about the meeting between the trump admin and Pres Zelensky. It was late and just before bedtime I was alone in a quiet Airbnb far from home. As I lay there on the bed, I asked what’s here? With open curiosity, I noticed nausea, a dark sharp sinking pit in my stomach, some tightness in my chest and a mildly rapid heartbeat. Lingering here for a moment with kindness and tenderness, allowing for a stretch of space and time, . Then I asked what else is here now? What’s pleasant or neutral? The soft pillows and crisp sheets, the whirl of the electric heater and the stillness in the air felt sweet ushered in relaxation and ease. I pivoted back to the belly and noticed that the sensations were much more spacious, and then back to the soft pillows rhythmicly pendulating. I fell deep asleep

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Kasia Maroney's avatar

Giving birth to my first child was long and hard but I was determined to (and did) journey through it naturally and without any intervention or medications. I went jnto that experience curious about how much discomfort and suffering I could handle, and when it got crazy, my midwife (who spent hours on her rocking chair, knitting and telling me I was ok) taught me to visualize the discomfort. She helped me think about putting the pain on exhaled breath, and as my breath left me, to imagine it as a long spiral connected to me but unfurling into space in ever-widening arcs. By thinking of suffering as something I could see, maybe even touch and turn over, and as something that was connected to me but also was NOT me, I learned to get curious about it and examine its edges and limits. I still use that technique. When something feels tortuous, I sometimes breathe it out and wonder what shape it is as I look at it, tethered to me but also its own thing. And sometimes when I’ve imagined its shape, I can then play with it a little, interrogating where its boundaries are, how heavy it is, what it wants to tell me. Sometimes that can help me stay with something for a little longer than I’d be otherwise able to.

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