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Groundhog Day Hey Bill Murray

Rinpoche’s gaze — I know.

Black ink smeared across my small plywood desk. When I pour water into small clay pot and there is over flow, or when I pour fresh-brewed oolong from pot and there is spillage, when it puddles on the desk for a moment, it releases, re-liquefies, ink which hit the desk — as spillage or splatter or follow-through — while executing Ashe previously.

Heavy snow the last couple of days — two feet or so.

Yesterday, Groundhog Day!  Heather shone.  She loves that strange holiday, and I do as well, thanks to her.  While the white men in top hats gathered in Gobbler’s Knob in Puxatawny, PA, Heather and I rolled around in bed, sung and loved.  After meditation, recorded a song.  I went to work.  Heather went to work too.  Here’s what she worked on: creating a Groundhog Day celebration space in the dining room featuring activities — coloring books, crossword puzzles and such — Groundhog Day fun facts, banners, flags, decorations of all sorts — including herself with a special Groundhog Day bun hair-do with a hedgehog stuffed creature posing as groundhog coming up out of the bun.


Special Groundhog Day cupcakes.  The whole thing.

Meanwhile, a bit heartbroken realizing that Acharya Hessey will likely not be able to come up and teach our staff retreat as he was scheduled to do because of a scheduling conflict.  Sad.  We’re starving for inspiring teachers up here, addressing the community specifically. (My opinion)

And… that’s the way the karma flows.

Meanwhile, the level of inspiration for meditation practice among the community appears to be lower than some would hope.

On a walk down from the Stupa Sunday afternoon, I expressed my wish to Acharya Hessey that the SMC community may have more interface with the wave of teachings that he is holding and presenting so well.  What do we call this wave of teachings?  Who am I talking to?  Am I talking too much?

Last days of the Year of the Wood Sheep.  Don Season.  Purifying accumulated energy from the past year, finishing projects so we may begin fresh.

My frustration with the SMC practice container has definitely been a big part of this past year for me.  Plenty of accumulated energy.

Mamo chants in the evenings.  Breakfast time now.

— February 3, 2016

Floral Notes and Bardo: The Creative Chronicles of a Shambhala Mountain Resident is a regular feature on the SMC blog in which a member of our staff/community shares his experience of living as part of Shambhala Mountain Center.

About the Author

1606965_10154263909095154_2100377528113425384_nTravis Newbill is a writer, musician, and aspirant on the path of meditation.  He currently resides at Shambhala Mountain Center, where he handles the SMC Blog, and other marketing tasks. He also gives tours of the Great Stupa and is empowered as a Shambhala Guide — a preliminary teaching position.  TravisNewbill.com

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