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The weird and wonderful web of perceptions...you might have tried the fluidity of automatic writing, letting what perceptions come, be noticed and go; or practised just seeing, just hearing as in the bahiya sutta, something I find inspiring. Or listening deeply as in insight dialogue – pause, relax, open, listen deeply, trust emergence, speak the truth.
All of these are ways of helping ourselves see freshly. To come freshly to the door of our consciousness and our being, where we meet the world, our sense of self or other. To be free here. Because at this doorway our perceptions arise, often loaded with habits and prejudgments. Perceptions weave their magic web, from our past to a fabricated future that can really shape what comes to be. Sometimes taking us further from the reality of presence than I for one dare admit! Well, I am admitting it. Getting lost in my thoughts about a situation, what is wrong, what is right – this can all be done with a touching wish to resolve something. Yet I get more and more stuck the more I stay only in the realm of my own perceptions.
Some tools are helpful
- accepting the wonder and diversity of life – Noon sees blue where I see green when designing our website. This could be a cause of argument... or opening
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recognising the body sense of 'I am getting a bit stuck.'. What helps? For me a walk, stretching, smelling a flower, talking to a friend..reminders of inner listening
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coming back to a bigger awareness – in the mind the awareness that knows perception; in the body the simple touch of the ground, the air.
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Curiosity and courage – what is beyond the edge of what I think I know?
I often stumble but do see - this getting our views in perspective is a precious thing! Our perceptions are arising as part of the rich fabric of reality, and they have their place. I need to be able to know I am seeing green. But clearly the whole world, even a good friend (or our cat Wimima) doesn't see the same way. This is ok. Then there are some perceptions, of interconnection for example and its importance in healing ourselves and our world, I truly stand by and wish to share. Yet even this requires fluidity as it's a live experience and feeling out what's what is an ongoing discernment in itself. So I come back to a paradox – that knowing and openness need to co-exist - at best dancing and discovering beyond themselves.
Sumedha

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Ayya Santacitta gives a blessing to the new meditation hall
Sam & Joe cooking up a feast!
One early morning this spring , I walked down the stoney ridge at Ekuthuleni to check the electricity cable...There was an uneasy feeling in my belly, some disharmony making me feel a bit tense, a bit sad....
Stopping to look at the hillsides , my eyes drank in something unusual : a blueish light colouring the delicat mist, gorse bushes in their exuberant yellow flower moment, other shrubs in hues of greyey blues, greeny blues, luminous from the dripping moisture.....it was so beautiful...something seemed suspended, holding it's breath gently... Surprised & delighted,I breathed this beauty in...
The unease & sadness didn't go away; there was no miracle transformation. The tense feelings & intense beauty seeping in ,meeting, mingling, telling & sharing all with each other.
Turbulence from outside my bodymind meeting a reaction to it is more familiar, then sometimes feeling the stillness underneath, holding....Or, listening.....to music coming through my skin; unwrapping some emotions that wanted to be.... this is more habitual too... but this peace of space, for these two such seemingly opposites, this moment of balanced strong feelings, to both just be is a surprise gift.
How do you do this balancing of paradox? When the eight worldly winds inside us blow up a storm, a tornado tantrum in how we react? And, also in the winds swirling in from beyond what we call "myself"....? Lately, it's been more obvious than usual in my lived experience, that our world, ( including our meditation world ) isn't yet free from appearances, judgements based on fear of the unknown, the unfamiliar, that which we don't understand....being present with this collision moment, being the shoreline meeting the waves, between "inner & outer", helps me stay steady in these moments.... plugging down into the strength of our roots as the winds wind & bend around us in all directions.
Noon

Chanting retreat with Janna & Noon....click to see more fotos
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Drawing by Ronit Tayar
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Starting to take the roof off...Sumedha, Rachel & Olivier
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This Tree Knows (by Sam)
I sit in a cycader tree
High up off the ground
Yet firmly rooted
Into the earth.
On the underside of a thick branch
Four cycaders have shed their skins
One behind the other
Like a small yatra.....click here to read more
Notice from Dharmalaya, a centre with similar spirit in the Himalayas:
Dharmalaya Institute for Compassionate Living, an educational and charitable society in the Indian Himalayas, is looking for new members of its management team and long-term volunteer family. Current positions (both paid and unpaid) include General Manager, Kitchen Manager, Gardens Manager, Hospitality and Community manager, Eco-Construction Manager, and more. For details, see http://dharmalaya.in/join-the-team .
Special thanks to Walter for his wonderful help with the dining shelter, to Joe for his longterm presence & energy, Gael for his remarkable roofing, Wilhimina for her encouragement, Marcus & Carol for their help with the solar water heater, Rachel in the houseflooding crisis & poetry, Martin for his advice & generous help,& all the other people who dived in to help raise the roof...Morespecial thanks to: Janna, Ayya Santacitta, Ajahn Brahmavara,, Zohar & Nathan, Wimmima our spiritual friend, the land & our ancestors............
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