I’m crunched for time. In two days we leave for Upaya and the Zen Brain retreat. It promises to be another intense set of rounds with neuropsychology’s heavy hitters: Al Kazniak, James Austin, Amishi Jha. Retreat participants received a set of articles via email by many of the presenters and I’ve muddled through them. It’s not that the topic is overly difficult; probably the most valuable skill my education gave me was the ability to scan a research paper, get the gist of it, and ear-mark it for future reference if it was applicable.
Now, that’s the sticky point: applicability. The further I get into practice, the more my romance with research on meditation has faded. It’s not that I have lost respect for the researchers and philosophers who try ever so hard to connect the practice of mindfulness/meditation to something substantive that may lead to good health via new interventions. But there you have it: the convolution and expanse in that sentence alone makes me take a deep breath and ask: how is this helping me understand and live Dharma?
Of course, some of these folks – Evan Thompson, John Dunne, Al Kazniak – could expound on the telephone book backwards and I would defend that as Dharma. But I’m partial to brilliant minds with charming smiles. Hence my very successful 30-year marriage to He-Who-Tolerates-All-Things-Genju.
After Zen Brain and a three-day excursion around Santa Fe, I dive into the second retreat of the Chaplaincy with Fleet Maull and Jimmy Santiago Baca teaching us to live “Dharma at the Edge.” Last week, I met with a hospital Chaplain and we discussed the intensity of being with those who are dying. For two hours we dug into what it means for a family member to not look away from the suffering of a loved one, to make life-and-death decisions on their behalf, and what being a supportive advocate means in that context. I was infected with her enthusiasm and her commitment to living her livelihood. I’m glad I met her before I set out on this second phase because I am having a hard time folding aspects of this process into my practice. Again the question arises: how is this helping me understand and live Dharma?
Yesterday, the answers was to download my garden as an app. Over the next 10 days, who knows?
Thank you for practicing,
Genju
I thought this was an interesting picture. The squash vine has wildly taken over its box and overflowed into the pathways. It’s actually quite lovely. The curly tendrils allow it to climb and secure itself to various surfaces so that it isn’t dislodged by driving rain and wind. But here, the springy wire has attached itself around a bud that will grow into a squash. 
Thank you for practicing,
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