Shoji Arts Blog
Let gratitude equal respect.
After a lifetime of misgivings about thanksgiving, it has taken me some years to crystallize what I believe today.
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Thank you again, from the bottom of my heart, for Shoji Arts. It has been an utmost blessing to work with you in the capacities of healing touch, shiatsu, Thai deep tissue massage and yoga, to work so closely with your bodies and energies and the stories of your lives. May we continue our work together whether we’re near or far.
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The transition marked by death reminds me that honoring death and life as inseparable, coming to embrace both and fear neither, is to honor the relative and absolute.
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I really really can’t thank TNH enough for all he has given through his life, to all sentient beings. As the smallest gesture, if it weren’t for some preoccupation with Buddhahood, I wouldn’t be practicing my “right livelihood” through a business with a Zen name that followed countless breaths in Zen sitting and countless footsteps retraced through beginningless time.
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Our Body, the earth, is a sacred land. The biggest lesson that dawned on me in 2020 is the importance of connecting intimately with the land and culture of where one’s “from” (one’s “roots”), as well as connecting intimately with the land and culture of where one “is” (one’s inhabitance).
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I want to say that the deep-double-standard of the USA is being white, vs. being-anything-but-white. I’m going to try to write this diplomatically; in some ways I feel privileged to understand this because I know what it means in many ways to be white. Therefore I am a responsibility bearer to ending white silence. And I know what it means to be not-white as well.
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According to the teachings of the Buddha, at least in the Mahayana movement, form is emptiness and emptiness is form. Empty, in the sense of being filled with the non-existing of a permanent, independent, inherently existing, unchanging entity or identity. The same is true for sensations, thoughts, impulses and consciousness. Walking around Ithaca yesterday, I…
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