<![CDATA[Average Buddhist - Blog]]>Wed, 04 Jan 2017 00:04:19 -0800Weebly<![CDATA[Oh, It's Just A Bill]]>Mon, 02 Jan 2017 19:06:06 GMThttp://averagebuddhist.com/blog/oh-its-just-a-billPictureMassachusetts State House by: https://toddlandryphotography.wordpress.com/
One of my favorite Schoolhouse Rock! videos from my childhood was "I'm Just A Bill." I loved watching the little scroll-shaped character go from place to place, demystifying the process without being heavy-handed. He looked a little tired, but he was still spunky and full of hope! Little did I know then how intimately connected I'd become with this process on a state level.

Some history: Almost seven years ago, I was in private practice as a speech-language pathologist. I needed to hire a part-time replacement staff member and was very enthusiastic about a graduate student I had recently trained. That's when I found out about a glitch in the speech-language pathology licensure law in Massachusetts that prevented me from hiring new graduates and billing third-party payers for their services. I won't bore you with the details. It was actually a common issue that forty three other states had already fixed. I figured we could do the same thing here. I got in touch with my state rep and we put together the bill.

Seven years ago.

It all comes down to tomorrow. 

There's a little detail they forgot to mention in Schoolhouse Rock!, the small matter of "legislative cycles." If your bill is still stuck in committee at the end of a legislative cycle, you have to start all over again at the beginning of the next legislative cycle. Yes, those perky educators from the '70's allude to it when they refer to bills that "die" in committee. In Massachusetts, there are two-year cycles. This is the end of the third legislative cycle since we first introduced the legislation.


Tomorrow, January 3, 2017 is the final voting session of the current legislative cycle. Our bill was favorably voted out of its final committee last week and was given it's "third reading" which is apparently right before the bill is "engrossed." My rep tells me that it's the last step before going to the floor for a vote.

Um...did I mention the last vote is tomorrow?

I understand desire is the root of all suffering. I understand that my desire to see this bill passed has caused me a considerable amount of suffering over the past seven years. At this moment however, on the cusp of learning whether I have to start all over again, I am resolved that if I have to I will soldier on. There is a larger purpose for this suffering. We have seven graduate programs in speech-language pathology in Massachusetts, but we still have a shortage of trained professionals in many specialties. Our young clinicians are forced to seek positions out of state if they want to work in the medical specialties. If I follow the admonition for myself to extract myself from desire and the concomitant "suffering" that pursuit of this goal has engendered, our whole state loses. 

Reason 1547 for why I'm not finding enlightenment this time around.

<![CDATA[Stream of Consciousness Vocabulary Lesson in Pali: Tanha]]>Fri, 10 Jun 2016 16:04:32 GMThttp://averagebuddhist.com/blog/stream-of-consciousness-vocabulary-lesson-in-pali-tanhaPicture

I got off on a tangent today thinking about the word "longing". Sometimes I read romance novels to relax, but of course the story lines are replete with every form of craving and longing that one could conceive of. For whatever reason, today's reading got me thinking about the etymology of the word "longing". I wondered how the word came to mean craving in the English language. 

Unfortunately, I didn't get very far in my quest, because Google delivered me a number of related searches to my "what is the etymology of 'longing'" question. One of these was "longing meaning in Hindi". It intrigued me that enough people had asked this question in the past that it became a generated response. In my day-off Memorial Day frame of mind though, that question didn't stick and I replaced it with "longing meaning in Pali". That brought me to "Tanha" (thirst, craving, desire). 
Wikipedia told me that the word appeared in the Four Noble Truths where it was credited with being the root of all dukkha (suffering). So of course I set out to cross check that. 

  • Buddhism-guide.com added that it encompasses both wanting as a desire and not wanting as a desire.
  • Wisdomlib.org was quite extensive and included a discussion of three types of Tanha: craving for sensory pleasures, craving for existence and craving for non-existence
  • Buddhanet.net expanded the relationship between the craving that can give way to the craving to not that comes with disillusionment.
  • Londonbuddhistvihara.org put Tanha in the context of a complete summary of the Four Noble Truths.

So, it appears that Wikipedia had it right this time and I added a new word to my Buddhist vocabulary. Not bad for a lazy vacation day. 

<![CDATA[Impermanence and Language: Ser Versus Estar]]>Mon, 28 Dec 2015 00:08:17 GMThttp://averagebuddhist.com/blog/impermanence-and-language-ser-versus-estarPicture
I have studied Spanish for quite some time, starting back in high school and then for a while in college. In more recent years, I’ve taken an interest again. First, because I think it’s a beautiful language. Also it’s practical. I have many patients who speak Spanish. Though I use an interpreter in session, because I am far from fluent, they seem to appreciate it when I try to use what Spanish I have to communicate with them. I feel we bond better as a team when I make the attempt.

When I was in graduate school for speech-language pathology, I learned a great deal about language differences. From a linguist’s perspective, this is primarily in regard to syntax and vocabulary. From the speech-language pathologist’s perspective, however, it has more to do with what a language says about the way in which a person’s thoughts are organized and the perspective they have about the world. This is important to be able to parse out, especially when one is trying to decide whether a person is language disordered or whether they just have insufficient knowledge of the English language and/or mainstream American culture.

In this context, I started thinking about the fact that Spanish has two words for the verb “to be” - “ser” and “ester”. The web site studyspanish.com describes the difference as being one of “condition” versus “essence”. This is to say that “ser” refers to an essential state of being. “Estar” refers to a condition, or a transient state. For example, the sentence “the apple is green” can have two meanings. Either the apple is transiently green on its way to being ripe, or the apple is meant to be green when it is ripe. In the first case, one would use the verb “estar” to indicate that the green state will be changing. In the latter case, one would use the verb “ser” to indicate that the green state is a permanent essential part of the apple.

In terms of using language to indicate one’s mental perspective on the world, this differentiation creates an interesting conundrum for a Buddhist. After all, our fundamental perspective is that nothing is permanent and nothing has an essential substance. Perhaps we should just speak of relative terms then? Relatively permanent? In this corner of the space-time continuum permanent? Permanent when not meditating? Permanent when one hand is not clapping? Katz!

It probably doesn’t matter that much any way - at least for me. My Spanish grammar is thoroughly underwhelming when I’m trying to speak. For now, I’ll just focus on the kind of mental permanence that allows me to retrieve any Spanish words at all when I need them and let the interpreter try to sort it out when the patient gets that “huh?” face. 

<![CDATA[Renewal Through Attachment?]]>Mon, 02 Nov 2015 02:02:19 GMThttp://averagebuddhist.com/blog/renewal-through-attachmentPicture
It’s finally complete. After having been hacked almost a year ago, I have finally finished reconstructing the Average Buddhist Blog

Yes, yes, yes…there’s the irony. I’m a Buddhist blogger who’s so attached to my past posts I was willing to dig through internet archives to get them back. (Of course keeping copies of them when I posted them would have been waaaaayyy too easy, right?) What could go wrong if they’re safely locked away in the WordPress interface?

What could go wrong indeed?

As much effort as it took to reassemble everything, it was an amazing experience to reread the posts, look back at all my old thoughts and perspectives. It was kind of like being able to travel in time…and since I’m a big Doctor Who fan, that’s all right with me. 

So, it would seem that releasing attachment and burying and forgetting are different beasts. Keeping a thread of connection to the past can help illuminate a way forward.  

While I’m here, I want to give a really, really, REALLY big shout out to the “Wayback Machine” a.k.a., the “Internet Archive”. They take snapshots of web sites and catalog and index them for retrieval or reference in the future. Through them, I was able to find all of the old snapshots of the Average Buddhist Blog as it existed back then. Thanks to them, I had the order, dates and most importantly the content of every post that was lost. (Except I think the very last one before I was locked out) I am beyond grateful that this service exists and plan on sending them a donation. I’m posting their information here, in case you’d like to do the same. If you have a blog, family site or anything that you would like to ensure doesn’t get lost to the impermanence of cyberspace, you’ll be happy they’re around. http://archive.org/donate/

<![CDATA[Mindful Eating]]>Fri, 24 Jul 2015 17:55:43 GMThttp://averagebuddhist.com/blog/mindful-eatingPicture
I've come to the conclusion that I'm a compulsive eater. Somewhere along the line, hunger uncoupled itself from my eating behavior. I eat for any other reason: boredom, stress and just because it tastes good. It's not that the choices of what I eat are bad (usually...there are the mini chocolate bars in the snack closet at work), but once I stop eating I find it very difficult to stop. This is of course a current curse of our culture as well. So, I know I'm not alone here.

Recently, I had the good fortune to meet a woman named Ellen Glovsky. She is a registered dietician and expert in teaching Motivational Interviewing (a counseling method oriented toward helping people make behavioral change). She is also a big proponent of a Health At Every Size approach to diet. I hired her to come in to do a training for our staff on MI and at the end of the day I bought the book she edited, Wellness Not Weight. It was a real eye opener.

The scientist in me was drawn to the explanations of the enormous amount of research demonstrating that traditional approaches to diet don't work. The social observer in me was drawn to the historical perspectives of how our culture's approach to weight and diet developed. The Buddhist in me was drawn to part of the solution - mindful eating (a.k.a. Intuitive Eating).

I'm sure that many of you, like myself, have gone through the Jon Kabat Zinn observe the raisin before eating it mindful eating exercise. While it was interesting, I can't truly imagine making a practice of being so sensor ill tuned into my food as I eat it, particularly as I would rather be mindful of my family at dinner time. This mindful eating was different, however. This mindful eating asks us to tune into the cues our body is giving us in the present moment to guide when, what and how much we eat. 

As I've observed my behaviors over the past couple of weeks and tried to observe my body cues, this has turned out to be harder than the raisin exercise. The irony is, the more I try to think about whether or not my body wants food and what it wants, the more I think about food. The more I think about food, the more I want to eat. It's a conundrum. Clearly, the key is going to be the ability to apply Don't Know Mind or even No Mind to the situation. But how? 

Fortunately, I have a couple of private sessions coming up with Ellen to help me with this. In the meantime...raisins! Mmmmmmmmm!

[Disclaimer: no I have not received any free goods or services (or raisins) in exchange for this post.] 
Photo: WikiCommons - Cary Bass

<![CDATA[Hashtag: Jim and Callie Deserve Better!]]>Fri, 20 Feb 2015 19:30:58 GMThttp://averagebuddhist.com/blog/hashtag-jim-and-callie-deserve-betterPicture
I’m sitting in my comfy chair at the Dancing Bear Guest House in Shelburn Falls, Massachusetts. This is the same bed and breakfast where I came with my husband several years ago to write The Average Buddhist Explores the Dharma. It’s a perfect writer’s retreat. My perch is covered with warm velour and has an extraordinary view of a pink and blue stained glass window. At lunchtime, I can walk ten minutes to the historic town center and work for a while at Mocha Maya’s the local coffee shop that rivals Starbucks for the quality of it’s latte. For lunch I’m known to stick to one of the locally baked blueberry muffins on display there.

As I struggle to conquer the first draft of my latest science fiction manuscript - always the most difficult and psychologically challenging part of any project - I am bothered by doubt over whether there is room in the current entertainment narrative for a story about hope. You see, as much as I enjoy stories of the struggle to conquer oppression, the current deluge of dystopias has become its own hegemony. Oppression seems to be winning. It makes me wonder if anyone wants to read about friendship and camaraderie any more? Is anyone willing to believe that life is hard sometimes, but doable with the help of family and friends?

Am I alone or are there other people out there who want to read stories about compassion, trust and love? The question is distracting me enough that I have been compelled to interrupt myself to write this post. There’s a major shenpa invasion going on here and it all started with a television spoiler. 

Ordinarily spoilers don’t bother me all that much. Even though I have advance knowledge of some plot point or other, I love a good story. The fun part is finding out how they get there. To date, there have been only two exceptions to that rule. 

The first was knowing in advance in exactly which episode the Tenth Doctor would regenerate in Doctor Who. I dreaded that episode thoroughly, but was compelled forward by the momentum of the story. My husband laughed at me as I surrounded myself with stuffed animals and a warm fuzzy blanket. When the time finally came, there was no getting around it. I cried. Those darn script writers and their final line. That darn David Tennant for being such a brilliant actor: “I don’t want to go.” Waaaaahhhhhh…<sniff>

Now I’m facing down my second dreaded spoiler, the final episode of The Glades. I didn’t know about this series when it was on the air. Netflix suggested it to me when I finished up The Finder, a heartwarming story about a man who is compelled to solve mysteries by finding lost items. I’d known all along there was only one season, since I knew one of the stars, Michael Clarke Duncan, had passed away. I didn't know how The Glades would go out.

In the three and a half seasons of The Glades I’ve watched so far I have come to appreciate how truly different this narrative is from the depressing zeitgeist of our time. Yes, the necessary plot ingredients are all present. Every episode introduces a compelling mystery to be solved. The main character, Detective Jim Longworth, is supported by a motley Scooby gang made up of the chief medical examiner, the police division chief and a plucky semi-official intern. Detective Longworth is of course somewhat rogue, but he gets the job done. So no one gets in his way. He’s cocky, but somehow everyone likes him anyway. The Glades is everything you’d expect from a contemporary police dramady. 

The difference that makes this show stand out is the relationship between Jim Longworth and the lead female character, Callie Cargill. She is a nurse who at the beginning of the series is trying to take care of her teenage son and put herself through medical school while her husband is in prison for armed robbery. Okay, you already know the convict husband is jettisoned and Jim and Callie end up together. That’s not even worth calling a spoiler in this genre. But oh how they get there!

It took a while for even me to recognize it at first, but the development of the relationship between Jim and Callie is the healthiest and most partnership-driven I’ve ever seen come out of Hollywood. Yes, they have misunderstandings. Yes, they have stupid fights. The same is true for Callie and her son. Eventually though, each time they manage to find the courage to be honest with one another. In so doing, they created an intimacy that was upliftingly authentic.

As a person who loves romance, I have been turned off by the deluge of Fifty Shades wannabes. Hollywood doesn’t do much better spitting out story after story of relationships based on three days of intense circumstance most of which involve some set of major lies. In themselves, these stories are fine. It’s the lack of any alternative narrative that is discouraging. 

In contrast, Callie and Jim got to know each other over the course of several years. They faced both personal and professional challenges. They experienced both elation and doubt in the ability of their relationship to survive, but they became gradually stronger together than they were apart. Furthermore, the show managed to present Jim Longworth as a tough and competent cop while also allowing him to be the kind of intimate partner any woman could envy. 

Back to my spoiler. 

Here it is 2015. Mr. Grey, a twisted control-freak predator got a movie and Jim Longworth got shot. That’s right. Shot. 

The fourth season ender was Jim and Callie’s wedding. I’m to understand that Jim had secretly bought a house for a wedding gift. He is there before the wedding to take care of some final details at which point he’s shot. Apparently, we don’t even know why. Shortly after the episode aired, A&E announced they were canceling the show. Even though the episode generated extraordinary ratings, rather than building on their momentum, A&E canned it without even allowing the producers a chance to give Callie and Jim their well-deserved happy ending.

Yes, it’s only television, but I’m really angry. Furious in fact. There was one show, just one among the muck that’s shoveled onto screens every year that portrayed a healthy, loving couple making it work despite the odds. There was just one show where the man could be both archetypically guy-like and a supportive intimate partner at the same time. Well, we can't allow that. So they shot him. #jimandcalliedeservebetter! 

Seriously. I want a real ending to this show a real happy ending where Jim doesn’t end up a vegetable or paraplegic from his injuries. If the show has to end, fine. Even M.A.S.H. had a final season. But give the viewers the gift of closure; the gift of story where investing in a deep, intimate relationship is worth it in the end. Give us just one story where allowing the characters to be vulnerable to one another doesn’t leave them bereft. Please! It’s only been a couple of years, A&E. The actors haven’t changed much. Give us a real finale you can be proud of as a network. Jim and Callie deserve better and so do we.

<![CDATA[Starting again]]>Thu, 29 Jan 2015 04:33:29 GMThttp://averagebuddhist.com/blog/starting-againLast Thursday, it finally happened. I was hacked. It started with the notice from my internet service provider that there was malware on the Average Buddhist site and that they had shut down my whole account. Six days of back and forth with technical support and it's finally gone. Gone too is the WordPress architecture. It seems that keeping up with the precautions necessary for using an Open Source system is beyond what I have the time resources for. So I begin again.

The most obvious buddhist message in this debacle is that of the Impermanence of all things. It's what I thought of first, but as I rebuild No Ground is what really stands out for me. Why? I'm not one of those millions of people out there who uses weak passwords or who shares passwords between sites. My user names are also quite diverse. It never occurred to me that the software I was using would have backdoors open to any hacker or bot that happened by. Despite everything I try to do to protect myself (or my things or my blog or my family and friends), there will be things that happen anyway. There is no way to be in control of all of our outcomes. There is No Ground to cling to in that regard.

In No Ground though we can have experiences we might not have, like the generous support of some folks from the Facebook group who helped me understand how to retrieve the bulk of my posts from the internet ether. I had the opportunity to be grateful. Retrieving the posts gave me a change to skim them again and revisit the thoughts of Average Buddhist past.

In honor of the relaunching of the blog, I am re-posting Average Buddhist's very first blog post, which is about the most inspirational person I have had the good fortune of meeting - Arthur Lessac. I'll work on repopulating the archives over time. I hope you enjoy this new beginning. Picture
When You Walk, Do You Feel Like You're Dancing?
(Original post date: 4/15/11)

It’s funny that the first post in a blog about Buddhism isn’t going to talk about Buddhism at all. I’m not going to talk about how much I love Pema Chödrön or expound on my insights into life. Instead, I’m going to honor the spirit of a man who recently passed away and who was for me one of the most inspirational people I have come into direct contact with – Arthur Lessac.

For those of you who don’t know of him, he is one of the great voice/movement/expression teachers of our time. And “our time” is expansive in this sense. Arthur Lessac died at age 101, only a few days after teaching an extensive course in Croatia.

Arthur Lessac (see URL below)

I met Arthur Lessac last year (2010) at a course with speech-language pathologists and singing teachers (of which I am both). One hundred years old at the time, he bench pressed a 200 pound man, led us in movement and dance exercises and spoke in a voice as clear and strong as anyone I’ve known. He exuded a joy in the exploration of life that was both genuine and inspiring.

Walking to work this morning, I thought about him and remembered how he used to encourage us all to walk as if we are dancing. Energy (NRG) will carry you in a way you wouldn’t expect. I thought about his demonstration of that last year and some clips of him in memorium that I watched yesterday. So, I started to dance to work, copying his bouncing and circular arm and leg motions and I was instantly consumed by joy.

This was the most intensely genuine emotional experience I have had in quite some time. It was akin to my experience in sitting meditation with a Zen group, when they asked us all to turn around and face the wall – WHITE. That was it. Today; JOY. That was it.

So, that is why I decided to write about everyday Buddhism. See you soon!

To learn more about Arthur Lessac’s work, visit: http://lessacinstitute.org
(link updated 1/28/15)

<![CDATA[Attachment and Soap]]>Sun, 28 Dec 2014 01:04:11 GMThttp://averagebuddhist.com/blog/attachment-and-soapPicture
It’s close enough to New Year’s when I could write a wonderful post using “soap” as a metaphor for the cleaning out of the old year and cultivating a willingness to forge into the new year free of attachments and clinging. Alas, this is not that post. (If that’s what you’re looking for, go to our friend Google. I’m sure there’s one out there…)

No, this is literally a post about soap. An actual bar of soap. It was my favorite bar of soap. And now it’s gone. Sniff. Pout.

It smelled so good. I remember getting it at some kind of all natural store…but I can’t remember where. Since the label has long since hit the recycling, there’s no hope of finding it elsewhere. No. My favorite bar of soap is no more. There is no way to replace it. In the indelible words of Monty Python, this soap “has drawn the curtain and joined the choir invisible. It is an ex-soap.”

The human condition is so amusing, isn’t it? When I can find myself whining “awwwwwww…” at the end of this little sudsy reminder of impermanence. What a blessing though to be given at least one shenpa that is easy to release! Now that’s a New Year’s gift I can really be thankful for.

Alas, poor Soap. I knew you well. 

<![CDATA[ Statins - Boo! I don't wanna]]>Mon, 01 Dec 2014 03:06:36 GMThttp://averagebuddhist.com/blog/statins-boo-i-dont-wannaPicture
I’ve been fighting the good fight against genetics and food for a while now.  Like many people, I’m struggling with controlling my cholesterol. As you might imagine, I am not a person who likes to take a bunch of medications just to avoid making lifestyle changes. In general, I prefer behavioral approaches over medicinal ones.
Last month was the perfect timing for having a cholesterol test. I joined a gym back in July and have been faithful in going. The gym comes with personal training and I’ve been using that to guide my progress. Even better, a work colleague of mine and I concluded that we were having too many high carb, sugary snacks at work and set a goal for ourselves of no sugary snacks at work for 22 out of the 25 work days in that month. Yeah! I succeeded!

Confidently I strode into the lab for my test.

Results? Worse than ever. Boo!

Doctor’s recommendation? Statins. Boo!

I get my healthcare news from journal articles and sources such as NIH and Medscape. So, I’m usually pretty sure that the information I’m getting is of high quality. Frankly, the idea of taking statins terrifies me. Yes, they lower cholesterol, which is extremely important. It’s just that the cost in potential side effects is so high.

Now I’m thrown into the middle of an identity crisis. For self-reflection, I categorized my reactions from a Buddhist perspective…

  • I’m not a person who takes medications to avoid behavioral change! (Ego-clinging)
  • I don’t want to take a drug for this! (Attachment)
  • Statins are bad! (Shenpa and Dualism)
  • I did everything I thought I should and still I ended up in this situation that is completely out of my control (No Ground)
Did I miss anything?

Grumble, grumble.

I must bow to the lesson I have been given to learn. I must be grateful that I live in a time in human history when such a medication is even available. It would be foolish to increase my risk of stroke just so that I don’t have to get over myself. And so I go. 

<![CDATA[Tatsie]]>Fri, 12 Sep 2014 02:01:53 GMThttp://averagebuddhist.com/blog/tatsiePicture
I just finished reading “Look Me In The Eye”, which is the story of a man with Asperger’s Syndrome, who didn’t know it until he was 40.
Near the end, the author discussed the way in which he was able make peace with his dysfunctional father prior to his father’s death. He recollected his conversations with him about the happier times of his childhood (much of it was not happy at all).

For some reason it reminded me of the last conversation I had with my grandfather in 2004 (I believe) – amazing that it’s already been 10 years. We called him “Tatsie”. He suddenly got ill with acute lymphoma. Although he had been a very healthy 88-year old going to the gym 3 – 4 times a week,  doing a workout that rivals my own, the doctor’s seemed to just give up right away and say “He wouldn’t be strong enough to handle the treatment.”

It made me viciously angry. Even more I couldn’t understand the attitude of my grandparents. They kept saying things like “They’re the professionals, they know what they’re talking about. Don’t bother them with questions.”

As an aside, since I work in healthcare I understand how often “they” really don’t know what they’re talking about. It made me so angry at them that my grandparents and the doctors gave up without a fight! Without considering how physically strong he was before becoming ill. The doctors only saw a number on a page – his age – and left it at that. My grandparents never questioned their authority.

In our last conversation before I left his room, I told him that I loved him and was scared for him, but for some reason I was also scared for me. I really really didn’t want him to go. He died less than three weeks after diagnosis, without the medical establishment doing much of anything to even try to help him.

For some reason, more than almost anyone else I wonder for him what happens after death. He was a Christian. I suppose he believed in heaven, but come to think of it I never asked. Since I (think I) believe in the cycle of reincarnation until one reaches a state where they can join the universal energy that might be called nirvana – that would mean he could be somewhere else in the world right now. Or maybe in some alternate universe…which I would wish more for him, heaven or a new life in a new body, I can’t say with certainty.

I only know that all these years later, I still miss him