Thursday, October 30, 2014

buddhist meditation meeting

The Buddhist religion has always stuck out to me. I think it's the peaceful teachings and golden rule practices that have charmed me most. After visiting Thailand and many temples there I found myself even more intrigued. Thai people seemed to be so at peace, kind, soft, enlightened and happy. I've seen that to be true of all Buddhist practitioners. At University of California, Santa Barbara (UCSB) my sister was put on assignment to emerge herself in a new religion for three months. She choose Buddhism. As an attempt to emerge herself she started attending weekly Buddhist "meetings". After attending a few she invited me to a meeting based on meditation and I agreed to go. After all, who couldn't benefit from meditation.

The class was very peaceful and it was nice to have Buddhist teachings read aloud. Personally, I especially like being read to. Now, I have what I would consider to be very minimal experience in meditation. Though, I have attempted to dabbled in the art on many different occasions in my life. Being said, I surprisingly found this particular meeting to be too elementary for me. When the leader would instruct the next step in meditation I found I was already there. However, the environment was so lovely and peaceful I felt better after just being there. I was reminded of what a great tool our mind is and what an even greater tool meditation is. I believe it to be the most peaceful and effective way to deal with whatever demons we many be facing. Today after waking up I found myself to be more inspired than usual. When I first rose I did a sun salute in my front yard followed by a short meditation to clear my mind and set my intentions for the day.  I'll definitely be returning for one of Mahakankala Buddhist Center's more advanced meetings.

I encourage everyone, regardless of their spiritual/ religious beliefs to attend a meeting. Everyone can benefit from meditation and I'd be thrilled to accompany anyone who maybe is intimidated to go alone.

(Photo taken at Thailand's Wat Doi Suthep in Chiang Mai)

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Friday, October 24, 2014

bamboo tattoo

On October 9, 2013 I was diagnosed with stage 4 Acute Lymphoblastic Leukemia (ALL). After a brutal year of fighting I took a "celebration of life" trip to Thailand. While there I decided to get a traditional Sak Yant bamboo tattoo. Sak Yant, is a form of tattooing practiced in Southeast Asian countries. Sak means "to tap [tattoo]", and yant is Thai for the Sanskrit word yantra. Sak yant designs are normally tattooed by Ruesi wicha (magic) practitioners, and Buddhist monks, traditionally with a long bamboo stick sharpened to a point (called a mai sak). My tattoo is written in Thai, placed in the center of my back, and reads: Pheīyng hî wāy ńâ which translates to, "Just keep swimming". Just keep swimming has basically become my life mantra as I've had to remind myself to do so many times over the past year. 

And though I can't always see it I know it's there to remind me of my amazing travels, and even more importantly, to just keep swimming. 

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Thursday, September 4, 2014

head laceration

I know, I know, I haven't written a Dawg Blawg update in a while. However, it is safe to assume that no news is good news. I'm still undergoing treatments and not quite geared up to get my normal life back yet, but soon. Very soon!!

After a few friends found out about my fall the other evening and requested photos via social media I thought I'd write an explanation here:

Monday night after dropping Fozz, my ride-or-die since '93 at the Santa Barbara airport I took a massive spill walking up the steps to my new front door. It's quite stupid that we don't have a light out there, but what's even more ridiculous is how much I had to drink. With chemotherapy already messing with my daily balance and not allowing me to metabolize alcohol I realize how stupid it is for me to drink at all. I used to be able to enjoy adult beverages and have a good time. However, as of late it seems that a catastrophic event happens every time I consume.

Anyway, after dropping Fozz at the port I went out with a few newly made friends to have dinner and a few drinks. I walked home from our neighborhood bar and while on the phone (with my mom of all people) I tripped on literally the LAST step walking up to my front door. In my defense it's pitch black out there and I under-guessed how many brick steps led up to my new stoop... I'm totally mortified that this happen, but I'll be okay....and we'll get a light ASAP! My roommate and her boyfriend were inside our house at the time of my accident and heard the crash. After coming out to find me on the ground covered in blood with, as they describe, my head scalped and peeling away from my face they quickly rushed me to the emergency room. I insisted on having a plastic surgeon as this is my face so after waiting through the night I was able to get sewed up around 8:00am.

Luckily I've gotten fairly used to not being as pretty as I once was. Overall losing my hair, body image, body type, etc are the things that have toughened my skin enough to allow me to now walk about with two black eyes for the next few weeks.

It's embarrassing that it took me busting my head open to realize my new tolerance level, or should I say, lack there of, but i'm trying to stay positive and believe that everything happens for a reason and in a lot of ways I'm lucky. For instance, I'm currently in a position in life where I am able to stay home all day and bubble wrap myself. :)

I decided to post a few pics here, but if I get any negative feedback I'll take them down ASAP. My intentions aren't to have anyone loose their stomach over this, just simply see my "process" and how "tough" I am.








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