Wednesday, April 23, 2014

Fat, Sick, and Nearly Dead Review

I am trying to brainwash myself into healthy eating by watching a lot of videos, reading books, and listening to audio. My Texas Sister recommended Fat, Sick and Nearly Dead to me so I had to watch it or risk having her bring it up every time we talk and being frustrated that I hadn't seen it.

I liked the cartoons. I liked Dr Joel Fuhrman. I liked the ideas. I was annoyed by Joe Cross. I could hardly stand to watch when he did his "man on the street" bits. Mostly he was just making people feel bad about their health and eating habits. You cannot affect change by making people feel bad. And when nearly everyone he spoke to said, "It's my own fault..." I literally shouted, "No, it's not!" To just let that slip by and ignore the fact that our society, our culture promotes the kind of diet that makes you obese, that you get 100 times more messages to eat unhealthily than healthily, to ignore the scheming of the food conglomerates (who all employ behavioral scientists and psychologists to undermine your efforts, by the way) is irresponsible. To change how you eat, let alone radically change how you eat, is a sisyphean task. You pretty much have to restructure your life, become immune to criticism, learn how to tune out media, and fundamentally change how you think. And there is little to no support for that. So allowing people to blame themselves, and not telling them these truths and how to overcome them, is not empowering them. It is exploitation.

That being said, I kept wondering why the Netflix description said "two men whose bodies have been trashed by steroids, obesity and illness..." when I only saw Joe Cross. Then they played Phil Staples' phone message and I choked up. How brave he was to reach out; how desperate he must have been. From that moment, about halfway through the film, I was hooked.

Personally, I don't think I would do a long term juice fast because I am afraid I will go back to unhealthy eating after. If I can eat mostly micronutrient dense food and become accustomed to it, then maybe I will try it for a week or so. I should say I did juice fast for 11 days once and I did go back to eating unhealthily immediately after. So that experience colors my perception. I really want to create a foundation and routine and have that in place before doing any fasting. I do believe fasting is beneficial and healing. And I am trying to consume vegetable juices regularly.

To sum up, I'm glad I watched this movie, I'm glad Joe Cross made it, and it is inspiring. I hope people who watch it seek out more information about Dr Joel Fuhrman and others who promote healthy plant-based diets.

Wednesday, April 16, 2014

Serving at a Retreat

This past February, I served at a retreat at our Buddhist center. It's the second time this I've done this. I purchase and prepare the food, cook, serve and wash up as much as possible. We are a small group, and about a dozen retreatants attended. The main practice is Nyung Ne, which involves chanting prayers and mantras and lots of prostrations. Prostrations are very good physical exercise and involve all of the muscles of the body. It's important not to overdo it at a retreat.

Since we take one day vows, 24hr precepts, we don't eat food with meat, eggs, onion or garlic and we abstain from eating after the midday meal. It is an extremely beneficial practice I try to do at home from time to time, and so have a little experience with the food preparation. I'm still working out the kinks of my standby retreat menu. I try to serve dishes that can be prepared ahead so that I can participate as much as possible in the retreat myself. My teacher told us that the food shouldn't be too fancy, it's supposed to be something of a hardship. Still, retreat can be difficult and doesn't need to be made more so. I try to cater to diverse tastes. Some people like Asian-style food and others just aren't accustomed to it. This is Indiana, after all.

My job is to try to help the retreatants (spellcheck is telling me that this is not a word) focus on practice by taking care of meals. It can be exhausting just sitting! This is one thing Buddhism has taught me. I try to put love and good energy into the foods and take care of as much as I can so that the attendees can put all of their energy into practice. It is a great honor to do this and a practice in itself.

Wednesday, December 11, 2013

Welcome Home Tashi!

We adopted a new dog last month. Here's the picture of our new little guy that was posted on Petfinder from the Southside Animal Shelter we adopted him from.

I didn't go to the shelter to meet him specifically. A few of my friends were trying to talk me into adopting a different dog who was having a rough time at the shelter and needed to be placed in a home quickly.  Fortunately, he had already been adopted. So the very kind shelter attendant showed me all of the other dogs, spent a lot of time with me and was very patient. I held and walked many of the dogs there. But the last dog I walked was a seven year old Lhasa Apso Mix named Bernie Mac. He barked the least of the dogs there and seemed really chill and laid back. He didn't seem terribly interested in me but was excited to be out on a walk. He snuffed and coughed the way Margot does and reminded me of her. I couldn't take him home that day, but I called Greg right away and told him I'd found Margot's male counterpart.

Tashi's first afternoon at home.

When the day came to bring him home, I was so excited I could hardly bear it. After completing some paperwork, they brought him to me. We walked to the car and when I opened the passenger door, he jumped right in. We have been together ever since.

I thought we'd maybe continue to call him Bernie or Mac or Barney or Bennie, something similar to what they called him at the shelter. I'd also thought of calling him Tashi, which means auspicious or good luck in Tibet, where the Lhasa Apso breed originated. Once I had him home and walking around the neighborhood I knew he was a Tashi. He responded to the name almost immediately.

He had me completely fooled at the shelter. He is still very laid back, but he loves to run and play. He is truly a joyous creature, and now I think that he was a little depressed at the shelter. Also, while at the shelter he was not terribly interested in me, but now he never leaves my side and he watches my every move.


I did order a DNA test that verified the shelter's guess that he's a Lhasa Mix, and he has most of the Lhasa traits. He loves all of our family and friends, but I am his favorite person and he is very wary of strangers (the breed standard says "chary of strangers" but who uses the word "chary"?). Lhasa Apsos were bred to be watchdogs for the nobility and monasteries in Tibet. In fact the Tibetan name is Apso Seng Kyi, which means "lion sentinel dog". He has a bark to match that of the largest dogs and likes to sit on our front porch to watch traffic and passersby. He will bark at anyone who knocks on the door, and at anyone we see on our walks who is running. Sometimes he will bark when a large truck goes by, then I have to let him out on the front porch to show him that there is no one out there or else he will keep barking and looking at me expectantly. He definitely sees himself as a lion, and not a small one either.


So welcome Tashi to our home, his forever home. We are lucky to have him.



Saturday, March 24, 2012

Well, Losar came and went and my dear Texas sister came and went, and I have not written in this blog for over a month!  My sister's visit was lots of fun, we ate khapsey and momo and sha palay.  We went to the Indianapolis Museum of Art and my Buddhist center, and she met many of my friends. You can see my khapsey in the photo of my Losar altar, I think they turned out very well for a first try.  I shared them with friends and family, and my sister took some back to Texas with her for her children to try.  Only one of four liked them!  I told you they only like American foods.  In which case, one of four is really good.



I have been doing a lot of study, Tibetan language and Buddhism, so I have not been wasting the time that I haven't been writing in this blog. Hopefully my studies will generate plenty to write about.  It's funny to me that I started writing this blog that is supposed to be partly about homekeeping just before homekeeping became really low on my list of priorities.  But perhaps it makes sense, and my subjects of Buddhist life and homekeeping will focus on how to get one's home to run as efficiently as possible, with as little effort as possible, leaving plenty of time for study and practice.


Tuesday, February 21, 2012

Lhakar Pledges and Losar Preparations


I have been thinking about this blog entry for a long time, but have been very busy with Losar (Tibetan New Year) preparations and study. This morning I am waiting for this headache to dissipate so I thought this would be a good opportunity to write about my Losar preparations.

Why observe Losar at all? I am an American of European descent, not Tibetan, and my family is not Tibetan either. The answer comes down to how I choose to live my life. For a practicing Buddhist in the Tibetan/Himalayan tradition, many of my religious observances are based on the Tibetan lunar calendar, so it has great significance to me. In many ways, Losar is more meaningful to me than Western holidays. It is one of the guideposts I organize my life around, and a time to reflect on goals for my personal and spiritual life. I think I also observe it out of gratitude for the blessings and happiness Buddhism has brought to my life, and for the Dharma family who accompanies me.

There are a few conundrums involving Losar. The first is, of course, the tragedies occurring on a daily basis in Chinese-occupied Tibet, which is a police state where human rights are regularly trampled and freedom, particularly religious freedom and freedom of speech, is non-existent. Most people have heard of the self immolations by monks, nuns, and laypeople, which are sadly the only means of protest available to them, and one of the few ways to bring the attention of the West to the tragic plight of the Tibetan people. In light of this, the Kalon Tripa, leader of the Kashag or Cabinet, part of the executive branch of the CTA, the Tibetan government in exile, has asked Tibetans not to celebrate Losar. You can read about his Losar statement here. So on Losar proper, the very first day of the year, I will be observing precepts, which, among other things means no meat, onions, garlic or eggs, and no meals after lunch. Also, no singing, dancing, secular entertainment or adorning oneself. As much as possible, I will devote myself to religious practice that day. Also, there is no celebrating Losar, only observing.

Which brings me to the other conundrum, which is that the first two weeks of the new year are very auspicious for religious practice, which itself runs counter to celebrating. This one I resolve through my sisters visit. The first day, as I said, I will observe precepts and “fast”, but the following day when she arrives I hope to relax and enjoy her visit. Once she leaves on Sunday, I will be back to trying to keep precepts as much as possible.

My friend TMC of The Buddhist Home started sharing her Losar preparations a few weeks ago. I'd already been thinking about lhakar pledges, the pledges Tibetans make to try to preserve their culture and society in exile. You can read about lhakar pledges at lhakar.org . Some pledge to speak only Tibetan on Wednesdays, His Holiness the Dalai Lama's soul day, or wear Tibetan dress on that day. Others pledge to boycott Chinese goods. In addition to avoiding Chinese made products as much as I possibly can, I decided to finally sew a chupa (Tibetan dress) for myself as a first step. The ready-made brocade chupas for sale at Tibetan bazaars never fit my zaftig self, so it was up to me to sew one or order a custom made one from India. Being perpetually broke, and generally liking to sew, I chose the former. I borrowed a ready-made one from our center, and did my best to copy it. I used a plain navy suiting fabric with a subtle herringbone pattern for the first chupa. I have some nicer fabric, not brocade, but silky navy fabric with a sakura, or cherry-blossom pattern printed on it. I wanted to make the first one out of something I wouldn't be distraught over if I made mistakes, and I made quite a few! I am not an expert at drafting patterns, but I enjoy it. Making this chupa has been the first creative thing I've done all year, and also how I have inaugurated my new sewing machine. It has taken me a week, but it is finally done. I'm working on the blouse now, hopefully I'll have it done today. I think the next chupa will go faster, now that I have a bit of experience. I'll take a bit of a break, though, because I'm afraid I will get burnt out on sewing.

I purchased clementines, a pineapple, and a few pounds of butter for the Losar altar. I also started a few pots of wheat grass, which are traditional and represent newness and freshness. I plan to take one to our Buddhist center. They are growing very nicely. Hopefully I will get a picture of our simple altar and post it here on my blog.

My (Texas) sister is coming on the 23rd, this Thursday, just in time for Losar, which officially begins tomorrow. So in addition to the traditional Losar house cleaning, I am also cleaning for her and preparing her room. She will get to try yummy Tibetan foods like desi, kapse, momo and sha palay. Her family in Texas only enjoys traditional American-type foods, so it will be a new experience for her. I also want her to meet my teacher at the Buddhist center. Hopefully we can make a tradition of this visit and she can come every year for Losar.

New clothes are also traditional for Losar, so my husband got some new shirts, and I have the chupa. Our Buddhist center has a clothing drive for children in need every year for Losar, so I brought some items of new clothing to donate. I bought things for older, bigger kids, because I think they are often forgotten because “children” conjures up pictures of the very young ones.

Today I make kapse, Tibetan/Himalayan fried pastries, not as sweet as Western pastries, but I have a special fondness for them. They are wonderful for dipping in tea or coffee, and for sharing with friends. Hopefully I will also study, finish sewing and cleaning and be ready to enjoy my sister's visit when she arrives Thursday afternoon. I am so excited!

Well, the headache is gone and I'm beginning to feel guilty about not working or studying, which is my cue to get a move on. Have a wonderful day. May all beings be happy.

Thursday, February 9, 2012

Using Illness as Spiritual Practice


I should say, I am the worst person to write on this topic. I've been sick with bronchitis and my practice has consisted of muttering some mani prayers and a lot of begging nameless, faceless beings (Buddhas, Bodhisattvas, Dakinis, anyone, anyone?) to please heal me. I try to remember others who are suffering and use my own suffering to eliminate theirs, tonglen-style, but so haphazardly that I don't think it qualifies as practice. It is hard to practice when one is ill, and yet, I never feel one hundred percent great, and I am wary of putting practice off to the day when I feel perfectly well because I know that day will never come.

On the other hand, sometimes I think I work harder at mindfulness when I am in terrible pain. I use it as a tool to get me through each moment. It's easy to forget about suffering and death and impermanence when things are going pretty well, and one is distracted by daily life, all the plans and schemes and goals. But illness, pain, demands your attention, demands that you be here now, will not allow you to ignore what's happening right now. I suppose it is a gift in that way, even though it feels more like a nightmare. And always, there is an awareness at the edges of my mind that there are others suffering much worse than I am, with illnesses that have no end in sight, under far less pleasant circumstances than a warm bed surrounded by beloved pets. So there is the spark, the glimmer of compassion, when the sickness-induced narcissism eases up briefly, too briefly.

What I hope will grow out of this experience is: compassion for all suffering beings, commitment to practice, and diligent guarding of my health and precious human life so that I can serve all beings.

Wednesday, January 11, 2012

Off Balance


It's been unseasonably warm here lately. Beautiful sunny days stir something in me, make me itch to get outside and work in the dirt. But it is way too early to work in the garden. I've planted leeks and parsley indoors under lights, and still have parsley, kale, and leeks in the yard, lying dormant, but the weather is telling me it's spring when it isn't. So after walking the dog yesterday (she loves to walk, in spite of the blindness) I started working on edging the walk and driveway, something we have neglected since we moved in here ten years ago. I made a small dent, but it will take a few more days to get everything in shape, so I have my work cut out for me if this warm weather continues. Other things I thought of to work on: turning and relocating the compost piles and cutting down the growth at the back of the yard. Nothing that will disturb the soil. Checking the long term forecast, I don't see any more days in the fifties, so this may all be moot anyhow.

All this warm weather has got me feeling a bit out of balance because where did winter go? Don't get me wrong, I don't miss high heating bills and feeling like I'll never be warm again. I just feel a bit like Rip Van Winkle, like I've slept too long and fast forwarded through part of the year. Isn't that just like samsara? It's always too hot or too cold.

The puppy wants to go outside all the time, too, and since our yard isn't fenced and she is blind, I have to accompany her on every trip, thinking she has to potty when all she does is wander around, sit on the driveway and scratch herself.

My Texas sister (as opposed to Indiana sister and Arizona sister) called over the weekend, and she has bought her plane ticket for her weekend visit in February. I am so excited! Now I need to start planning some fun stuff to do, and start cleaning out the guest room, which is currently overflowing with the dog's stuff and my recycled fabric stash. Guess where she wants to visit? Trader Joes! They don't have any Trader Joes in Texas, I guess. Don't worry, we'll also be visiting the IMA, Eiteljorg, and Botanical Gardens. Mostly I will just be thrilled to have her all to myself. As charming as her children are, it will be nice to have some one on one time with her. I can't remember the last time we did that.

Heard from a friend who is having back problems and said I'd do some Medicine Buddha mantras for him. This is the second time this month I've made that promise and it got me thinking that I should be doing them regularly for the whole suffering world. TADYATA OM BHEKHANDZYE BHEKHANDZYE MAHA BHEKHANDZYE BHEKHANDZYE RAJA SAMUDGATE SVAHA