Floral Notes and Bardo: The Creative Chronicles of a Shambhala Mountain Resident is a regular feature on the SMC blog in which a member of our staff/community shares his experience of existing as part of Shambhala Mountain Center.
Every imagined finger and face
appears to be life
on a sphere
Last night we sat in a circle and acknowledged the ambiguity of our existence. We looked at each other and objects in the room, and asked, out loud, about how it is that we are perceiving such things, and why it is that we seem to be individuals even though none of us can come up with a definite proof of separateness.
It is said that we’re all here together, experiencing a similar world, because we all share a deep habit of imagining the world to be this certain way — much different than the way that fishes imagine the world.
So… here we are. And… here we are.
Finally, we acknowledged that there is a lot to explore and called it a night.
Then, up in our room, Heather and I on the love seat with the door open, Anna came skipping in and curled up on the arm chair. Scott followed and kneeled on the floor. I offered him some hot water from my Thermos for his tea.
We all sat around for a while and discussed our experience of the spiritual path, and so on.
At one point, a man we didn’t know walked into the room — he is a program participant, Scott is the coordinator of that program, and he had heard Scott’s voice.
“A program coordinator is never off duty,” Scott said.
After Anna and Scott left, which was after my bed time, Heather and I stayed up for a bit and spoke about relationship. My mind was so groggy, but I spoke.
Earlier, in the Community Meeting, my mind was so spacey, but I spoke. We were discussing transparency, communication, and so on. It seemed like the conversation was moving towards an exploration of the “us/them” phenomena that exists between the “leadership” and those who are “not the leadership.”
I have now been on both “sides.” So I offered my perspective. Basically, I wish for the genuineness that flows throughout the whole structure of this community to be revealed and for paranoia to be dispelled.
This morning I’m a bit groggy and I’m thinking:
“The mind stirred by habitual tendencies,
Arises as outer appearances.”
(from the Lankavatara Sutra)
— January 22, 2015
Travis Newbill is a curious dude on the path of artistry, meditation, and social engagement who is very glad to be residing at Shambhala Mountain Center. His roles within the organization include Marketing Associate and Shambhala Guide — a preliminary teaching position. Follow Travis on twitter: @travisnewbill