A monk asked Un Mun, “What is the utmost master?”
“This utmost master is a lump of shit.”
- Zen Master Un Mun
Shit.
So, what about this word? This shit. Does it make you laugh? Does it disgust you, anger you, annoy you? Does saying it makes you feel better? And then it makes you realize the situation [...]
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(Before I begin this post proper is the usual program of she-babbles-on-again.)
Reading other bereaved mum’s blogs and comments I see myself joining in the navigation of which path to walk after our baby died. I mean that in terms of religion and/or spirituality, or the absence of it. cannot help but think of a question [...]
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It’s funny how things come together some days.
Today I got in the mail this book that I have been waiting for. I just need something like that, on top of a myriad other things that is supposed to satisfy my craving and desire for a calmer and more peaceful mind. For true and profound acceptance. [...]
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I have had this book, edited by M.J. Ryan, for a couple of years. From time to time I flip through it and find inspiration, and smiles. And I have found, when you have nothing else to hold on to; when the ground beneath you is slipping rapidly, and you fear you are hopelessly falling [...]
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Again, I don’t remember how I stumbled onto this book. I must have, in the past months, done many random searches about deaths, stillbirths, hope, etc. This one I got through Inter-library loan and finished in the span of one afternoon in bed while holding ice to my jaws because I just had three of [...]
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For some reason I felt I have to read something like this before we decide to try again. Although, for R, this is not “again”. He said this will be our first and last try. Our pregnancies have never been results of conscientiously trying to procreate. It was always a surprise bonus to the pleasure [...]
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