the grateful dead is a buddhist term
well it’s friday again, and what a long strange week it’s been. not strange as in supernatural, extremely unusual, or “what the heck was that?”. strange as in when’s the last time i got up in the dark five days in a row to catch the train into cambridge? when’s the last time i spent 5 days in a row surrounded by like-minded folks enhancing my skills and knowledge of something of great interest, of great use?
and truth tell, the train is a very strange place. it’s early morning so the air is fresh, the day is new, anything is possible, and seat after seat is filled with beautiful people, mostly expressing neutrality at best. lot’s of sadness, glum, almost depressed. well, yeah, some of that too. not a lot of happiness. and that would be sad, i suppose, if i wasn’t so happy to be going where i’m going. and if i didn’t know that it’s just a cover-up, that deep down there is a smile just waiting for an excuse to happen.
happiness is the lodestone
one of the prominent themes in the training this week has been that happiness is the outer sign that we are tuned in, organized, connected, doing things right. and that there are ways to get tuned in, organized, connected. and truth tell, that’s about as updated as we are going to get today. i’ve got two more days of john friend, of waking at 5:30 in the morning and getting home at 9 or 10 at night, and until that breaks…
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