All posts tagged: Heather

Floral Notes and Bardo: Poo Hat (Armchair Philosopher)

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 existing as part of Shambhala Mountain Center. Years ago I dreamt of being an armchair philosopher. Last night, in my armchair, studying a scholoarly Buddhist text while a group of people in the next room over acted rambunctiously — I was intent on chewing on subtle language, and they were swigging booze. I was quiet, and they were not. I was grumpy old man, imagining myself poking the ceiling with a broomstick (in this case it would have been pounding on the wall): “Keep it down!” Just a joke. I’m not a jerk. But, I’d rather be studying the dharma. Heather was on the love seat working on her Pillow Leaf project. Afterwards we spoke. I told her about my mood: We call it “Poo” We came up with the idea that when either of us were in such a mood, we could put on …

Floral Notes and Bardo: Never See That Buddha Again?

By Travis Newbill 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 existing as part of Shambhala Mountain Center. Genius anyway… I woke up on Friday and enjoyed a lovely birthday — time with Heather in the morning, then beautiful Stupa session, lots of prayers for a good year ahead, lovely lunch outside, fun and games and art, surprises and hugs from the community, and finally a vegan ice cream Sunday, candles and gifts, tasty beer, at home with Heather to finish the evening. Heather makes birthday cards for all community members when their days come around and generally promotes celebration of all possible holidays.  So, for my birthday, I was in very good hands.  Grateful. Saturday, I was sitting on a bench downtown having some tea, gazing up at Red Feather peak to the west and decided that I could go up there if I wanted.  So I stood up and went.  I …

Floral Notes and Bardo: Always Interrupted, Ocean

By Travis Newbill Floral Notes and Bardo: The Creative Chronicles of a Shambhala Mountain Resident is a daily feature on the SMC blog in which a member of our staff/community shares his experience of existing as part of Shambhala Mountain Center. Thin waves of sweets, crisp in my fingers, crumble…  Breeze… The lightest sense of connection, an interrupted thread.  Always interrupted in spite of our wishes.  And beyond that, the ocean of all of us. Our faces arising, moment by moment.  It’s absurd to promise or expect any of us to be any kind of way… Yet, we can vow: to be kind, to refrain from certain activities, to do things.  Good things. Saturday Heather and I ran errands in town and saw cows on the way home.  We’re both in good health.  Good.  It’s nice that we have a shared community car so that we can go on errand adventures and learn things like that, and discover good Afghan food, and buy good booze, apple cider vinegar, and such. Last night after playing music on …

Floral Notes and Bardo: Explore Bananas

By Travis Newbill Floral Notes and Bardo: The Creative Chronicles of a Shambhala Mountain Resident is a daily feature on the SMC blog in which a member of our staff/community shares his experience of existing as part of Shambhala Mountain Center. Cody is beaming, going to Rainbow gathering. Last week sitting on a bench in the sun, with Heather, a few days after I’d decided not to attend Kasung Encampment, Cody approached and introduced the idea of me going along with him to the Gathering. “Hippe Encampment,” Heather remarked. Exactly. The idea appealed to me because it was so funny, but what I really need to is settle. “The seasons are not theoretical here.” Acharya Lyon said that a while ago, and it haunts me, in a funny way.  Summer is bananas.  There are so many people here and so much going on.  It’s really impossible to keep track, challenging to keep in touch.  It’s a buzzing hive. ~~~ I slept a bit last night, after spending beautiful time with Heather.  This morning, rainbows on our …

Floral Notes and Bardo: Held

By Travis Newbill Floral Notes and Bardo: The Creative Chronicles of a Shambhala Mountain Resident is a daily feature on the SMC blog in which a member of our staff/community shares his experience of existing as part of Shambhala Mountain Center. On Saturday, walking around, warm and sunny, dirt and grass beneath our boots, Heather and I saw four different types of wildflowers.  That night, about a foot of snow fell.  So, we woke up in a different world.  Huge fluffy puffs of snow on the pines.  Bare aspen branches, twisting and artistic against — sky backdrop, also carrying loads of fresh white snow. And, Heather had become sick with an infection.  Living up in the mountains without a car, we felt a bit worried and helpless.  At breakfast we saw John Ohm, who is Desung — harmony protector.  He’s been up here for twenty-something years and is a guardian.  Heather told him she needed to go to the doctor.  I’d never driven in the snow before, and there was lots of snow.  So, the situation …

Floral Notes and Bardo: My Lil’ Spot and the Ongoing Miracle

By Travis Newbill Floral Notes and Bardo: The Creative Chronicles of a Shambhala Mountain Resident is a daily feature on the SMC blog in which a member of our staff/community shares his experience of existing as part of Shambhala Mountain Center. “…the womb of Avalokitesvara, a vast secret silence, springtime in the Void…” –Jack Kerouac Drawn like a sketch, watercolor, drawn by a star–across the meadow, into a spot in the valley –feels like home.  I’m in my spot.  I am that spot.  That spot is my spot.  There is no better spot for me. After four months in the cushy (oh so cushy!) lodge, we’ve moved back out into the woods, into our little cabins and trailers.  I’m so glad for it.  I’d been becoming a bit attached to lodge living–a bit lazy, a bit like vacation. Now, getting back into my groovy little cabin last night, right near the Stupa, felt so good.  After being in there for a few minutes it started to overwhelm me.  It was like connecting with an old friend. …

Floral Notes and Bardo: Magic of Many Varieties

  Floral Notes and Bardo: The Creative Chronicles of a Shambhala Mountain Resident is a daily feature on the SMC blog in which a member of our staff/community shares his experience of existing as part of Shambhala Mountain Center. Fire-hose full of Kool-Aid blasting tranquility and simplicity into a bouquet of happy madness– landing on a bed with plush animals–hearing a bedtime story Wake up to blood-orange sky, late in the morning crushed ideas becoming sunsets, watching, surrendered to larger-than-my-thoughts ART On a flesh canvass, a wink at my foolishness. A wink of understanding between fools–friendship. Heather and I seeing each other through binoculars in the Stupa after community practice of the Sadhana of Mahamudra, which Trungpa Rinpoche received in a cave in Bhutan and offered to contemporary world even though/because it’s crazy and blows brains and delusion into indestructible magic-music. Gathered in the Stupa–friends become vapor-dharma-heat. Full moon above. Later, sake with Mr. Cushman and a few fellows–discussion of SMC adventure (that’s my attitude). I jumped out of the conversation in order to make my 9:30 lullaby …

Floral Notes and Bardo: Nine Minutes Well Spent

  Floral Notes and Bardo: The Creative Chronicles of a Shambhala Mountain Resident is a daily feature on the SMC blog in which a member of our staff/community shares his experience of existing as part of Shambhala Mountain Center. Squealing demon racing through rib-cage forest care and when I’m scared care when I’m scared of the dissolution of my constructed character-dude care care about more than my story (Characters; care-actors) I’m not able to be the way I was. I’m growing suspicious of the effort to find the right way to be Care less about it turning out right care more so I’m not so uptight Care about others Amen. The Mahayana is sneaking up on me, maybe. Last night we danced–“open to others” Nathaniel is an amazing dancer, teacher, and he has exquisite taste in music. So glad for his existence and friendship… We have a lovely shrine room with a great sound system. Last night–blues dance class. I love it. Nathanial teaches along with Kaleigh (my boss). Kaleigh is teaching me a lot, including how to …

Floral Notes and Bardo: Beeswax n’ Butterfly Crown

  Floral Notes and Bardo: The Creative Chronicles of a Shambhala Mountain Resident is a daily feature on the SMC blog in which a member of our staff/community shares his experience of existing as part of Shambhala Mountain Center. Gum too big to chew Fruity truth in my vicinity I taste the absence. I blow bubbles all day. I feel speckles of wakeful spit in every po po pop POP Heather presented me with a beeswax n’ butterfly crown. My Head Dekyong crown. After dinner I had a lil’ evening visit with Mr. Cushman, a friend and teacher.– wine and discussion of the Hinayana, Shambhala, and…the Dekyong thing. The Dekyong thing: The Dekyong is the head of a Delek. Deleks are small groups of people within the community. The idea is that these people care for one another and develop friendships, relationships. The Delek system also serves as a way for communication to flow through the community. The Dekyong is the leader of each group, putting effort into cultivating a caring, enjoyable situation for all involved. I …