Well, there are a couple of online magazines, Lion’s Roar and Tricycle, for modern perspectives. Then there are a number of sutra anthologies in book form available from places like Holybooks.com, for example Buddhist Scriptures by Edward Conze and In the Buddha’s Words by Bhikkhu Bodhi. I’d probably start there.
There are various online sutra resources such as Access To Insight which provide study guides for the words of the Buddha. Then you could go to websites such as the Plum Village website from Thich Nhat Hanh’s tradition, or the English-language Thai Forest Monasteries which make various books available in the Theravada tradition. I very much liked The Complete Teachings of Ajahn Chah.
Jeroen
Recalibrating a little bit:
..and a little reminder to myself
Meditation provides what you're looking for and does not come with all the side effects which obfuscate your ability to harmonize in society. It's better to be alert from a natural rest routine than drinking copious amounts of coffee. Chase the buzz get stung by the beez.
The flaps of a fledgling's wings are tragically clumsy but without them even the strongest of wings would not come to be. I'm adding a new challenge to my routine. To be mindful while socializing. Very different to me than being mindful while out and about. Something happens to me fairly often when I'm near people which causes my whole body to tense, sometimes enough to shake like I'm cold, the mind becomes hyper-vigilant but murky. Reminds me of walking through a den of wolves pretending to be a wolf but painfully obviously not a wolf. The mind goes blank or consumed by how strange I must appear or where the first bite will be coming from. When the conversation happens, it's reflective of that anxiety and takes many strange forms such as mimicking, exaggerating their expressed emotions, taking on a child-like mentality, stone-walling..
Well I decided to practice this morning and went out to a popular sit-down breakfast. It was packed with a line like a typical Sunday. The walk from parking space to entrance was anxiously mechanical. Before the anxiety could completely sweep me away, something reminded me to pause and reflect on what I was doing that was contributing to that anxiety. Cause and effect. I was not attending to the right things. My attention was on the mechanical nature of my walk, what words I'd use to ask for a seat, what to do with my freakin' hands, where my eyes are safe to rest so not to disturb anyone's morning, how to best avoid judgemental glances and so on. Holy carp, is this how it always is? No, sometimes none of that happens at all and everything's wonderfully fluid and normal.
So I took a look at what the difference was, and among other things was just that. Where was my attention and what was it doing there? On the effects of my anxiety, enhancing them. So I put it elsewhere. The breath, a pretty tree through the window, the details in the light fixtures, the waiter and our conversation when they came around. She was clear and sharp-witted, unlike my groggy self, and right away offered me a cup of coffee or a tequila (I must have looked pretty rough). An uncommonly forward question that would typically leave an anxious me sheepish leading to a jumbled response. But the fevered anxiety had broken when my attention had shifted to something else more pleasant, more calm, more centering. I was more present in the moment than present in the anxiety. There was the ability to relax and improvise. The meal was good, the service great, anxiety still lingering but a simmer instead of a roaring boil. After paying I looked the waiter in the eyes and let her know I found her delightful. I got the feeling that meant something to her. Now I'm reflecting on how much better that went compared to how it could have gone. And the reasons behind why that is.
Deathlessness for the DIYer who has everything.
Sometimes, I think death might be nothing more than the ego finally arriving at the folly of its own storyline.
At other times, each nanosecond offers up it's own death as a precursor to the next moment of life.
Is "How to die?", a different question than "How to live?"
how
I find lust to be a strong problem with me, especially with phones and the possibility of unlimited and free access. I started to take a "wider" view of it and realised that if I wanted to be against seeing women as sexual objects and the dark world of sexual desires I had to stay away from this content. Everything is interconnected. This is a product of our natural demands magnified by technology and capitalistic ventures.
Precepts are good...But my meditation practice is bad. I think I need to wake up earlier. But this challenge is helping me refine my day to day. That has to count no?
Kotishka
“I suddenly saw that the real meaning of forgiveness is that there is absolutely no one and nothing to forgive. It doesn't matter how often you seem to be wrong, or what you do or don't do. It doesn't matter how much you look for or not. There is only this being. It's unconditional love.”
— Tony Parsons
Jeroen