With all the rain the corn in Southside is “as high as an elephants eye.” I was watching Oklahoma the other night and there it was, that same corn of plenty right here in my own land. I remember past years—which I thought was normal—when July and late summer everything turned brown for lack of rain, however not this year. Virginia is probably the greenest place in the world. If you like to mow grass—or if you are a cow— this is a great place to live.
Sheldon Cooper in the Big Bang Theory had to have his spot. This is a metaphor for our needing a center, a stable place in the world that is always sane and at peace; this is our immoveable spot. Such a spot was under the Bhodi tree when Siddhartha sat down and said he would not move until he realized his “spot.” When he rose he was the center of the cosmos.
That is our true spot. The GPS is a metaphor for this. When you are on a GPS map, the world refigures itself around you. You are always in the center of the universe, and the world shapes itself around you as the outside of a cup shapes itself on the inside. It take a long quest to find this Center, and when we first find it, we are immediately upset by the inertia of the world and our personality. Our spot is like a radio bull. It takes time to learn how to keep your seat.
Yesterday was a blissful day. I drove to Richmond to switch from Verizon to AT&T, found I saved so much that I contracted an iPhone 6 plus and my wife got my 5s. Wow. And I still save $100 a month. (Oh, blissful). On the way home I hit a pot hole and blew a tire out (WTF). But can just put on my spare (GREAT). But my Honda hybrid had no spare (SHIT). But there was an air compressor. (GREAT). But it didn’t inflate the tire (SHIT). A man stopped to help with a big compressor (A Savior!). But it didn’t work either. (DAMN). I called a tow truck. (YEAH) He couldn’t come for two hours. (CRAP) I got another truck and he would be right there. (YES). He took an hour. (SHIT). He came and he had no seats in the truck for two people (CRAP) We road in the car on the truck like camel riders. (FUN). We got to a Firestone dealer YES). He had no Mitchelen tire nor openings. (OH NO). There was a Goodyear next door that was not busy, (YES) but he had no tires (DAMN). He could get one tomorrow because they had no holidays. (YES) It would cost $300. (SHIT). The tow truck driver said he wouldn’t charge mileage (HOORAY). His bill was $75. (OKAY). We were hungry and a Wendy’s was next door. So handy. (YES). My wife fed her’s to the dog it was so bad. (CRAP). A friend came to get us. (YES) He almost fell asleep at the wheel and scarred the shit out of me (DAMN). I got home and had a big scotch. (AH….bliss).
The first movie I watched today upon reconnecting with Netflix was the documentary on Chogyam Trungpa, the Tibetan master who brought Tibetan Buddhism to America after the Chinese drove Buddhist wisdom out of Tibet in 1960. I’ve read all of his books over the last ten years and get a daily quote to write on. To me his gift was his ability to translate abstract Dharma principles into everyday life and mind. He was the MacGyver of the Dharma because he could use anything at hand as metaphor to transmit the wisdom.
Rather than wear Tibetan robes and culture, he fully dove into Americanism, living fully in the life of the senses as we do. Yet while confounding our idea of what an enlightened master should look like and do he was always an awakened transcendent awareness. Defying definition was his “crazy wisdom.” But his intention was always to awaken his fellow beings by not doing anything but being totally himself.
What’s’ happening to us? I can’t even go to the dentist without take a picture of myself. Do we just we want to see ourselves as other’s see us. Or maybe it just a form of pornography where we just like to watch ourselves. My dentist has Murphy’s Law on the wall to contemplate the absurdity of life while you are being drilled. Here’s my personal Murphy’s Law: No matter which way I turn the vacuum cleaner plug, it is always opposite of the socket’s.