“We all benefit when we take a few moments to focus our attention (without expecting stillness). Or settle our busy minds (without expecting stress to go away completely). Or build awareness of the assumptions and habits that drive us (without blaming ourselves for those tendencies in the first place). Or develop more compassion in our lives (even though some people absolutely, totally annoy us).
There’s no perfect. If you’re practicing mindfulness and judging yourself, notice that habit. If you have a false perception that you can ever be perfect, you’ll end up even more stressed. Be aware of that idealistic picture, and then let it go. You’re flawed and so is everyone else, but when you aim for improvement, everyone benefits. Mindfulness isn’t perfectionism—it’s the antidote for perfectionism instead.”
Mark Bertin, Mindfulness: The Antidote for Perfectionism
It’s the simple things in life that make me happy. An iced americano (four espresso shots over ice, with a dash of raw sugar and a touch of half & half) at one of my favorite N.Y. cafes, the Peekskill Coffee House!
“I went out the kitchen to make coffee – yards of coffee.
Rich, strong, bitter, boiling hot, ruthless, depraved. The life blood of tired men.”
― from The Long Goodbye, by Raymond Chandler ―
“Go, sit upon the lofty hill,
And turn your eyes around,
Where waving woods and waters wild
Do hymn an autumn sound.
The summer sun is faint on them —
The summer flowers depart —
Sit still — as all transform’d to stone,
Except your musing heart.”
— from “The Autumn,” by Elizabeth Barrett Browning
For someone who’s life is in transition… Fall feels right.
The crisp air and brisk breeze whisper: “don’t linger in any one place too long.”
The colored leaves burning brightly on the trees cry out: “all is change and impermanence.”
The shortened days, cut by night’s sharp edge, warn before fading: “life is all-too-brief. Live intentionally, if not urgently.”
Fall feels right.
May I be a guard for those who need protection,
A guide for those on the path,
A boat, a raft, a bridge for those who wish to cross the flood.
May I be a lamp in the darkness,
A resting place for the weary,
A healing medicine for all who are sick,
A vase of plenty, a tree of miracles;
And for the boundless multitudes of living beings,
May I bring sustenance and awakening,
Enduring like the earth and sky
Until all beings are freed from sorrow,
And all are awakened.
– a poem by Shantideva, an 8th-century Indian Buddhist monk
I’m pleased to announce that after a 7-year hiatus (yeah, thanks Facebook) elcanche.com is back!
I’m hoping that this space will be a respite from the hustle and bustle of Facebook. A place where I can stretch my legs and let my mind wander. The idea is to share some of my photos, journal entries, and stories about life in Guatemala.
I’ll also post news and analysis, quotes from cool books that I’m reading, and the occasional left-leaning political rant (suck it, Trump.)
I’ll post mostly in English (para los que solo hablan español: lo siento!) pero a veces en español (to the English-only speakers: sorry!) and sometimes en ambos languages (to the bilingual folks: ¡órale!)
So, enjoy. After all:
- No trees were harmed in its production
(* This statement has not been evaluated by the FDA. This blog is not intended to diagnose, treat, cure, or prevent any disease. Except maybe the doldrums.)