Red Light… Green Light!

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Wait… wait… wait… GO! Wait… wait… wait… GO! GO!! If this sounds anything like familiar to you than either you’re an expert “Red Light Green Light” gamer or you have encountered the hurry up and wait challenges that life often brings.

Living in NYC, my level of patience tends to fluctuate between absolutely nothing, and when I am mindful, slightly more than very little. This of course doesn’t leave much for my 9 million fellow New Yorkers I share the space with. It certainly doesn’t leave much for my coworkers and colleagues, and at the end of the day, there’s almost nothing left for my loved ones, friends and family.

Since this is ultimately a post about life balance and community, I’d love your input on how you find your patient place. How do you snuggle up to the red lights when you already have all the adrenaline rushing through your veins from the green? Do tell! Wait… ok yeah, please share. 🙂

-TZB

Homage to Love

A Frenchman from Montreal and a California girl from New York met in Dallas last April.

On the 4th of July they met again in Queens and again in Marseille. It was love.  Simple and true.

The Autumn turned to Winter and her insecurities weakened her trust and doubt entered his mind for the first time.

Snow came to New York and Montreal and her love softened and warmed them both but he decided his love was not enough to strengthen what was now a delicate vulnerability.  He questioned everything.

They held each other in tears through the night and It ended this Tuesday morning in January in Montreal in the dead of Winter.

Spring will come soon.

TZB

TZB Project 365 (Day 19) – Lost and Found


When I was in my early 20s, I spent some time in Zimbabwe studying dance and music and in between I would get lost. Literally lost. My sense of direction was so bad it was good! I would ask for directions somewhere and would start walking with so much conviction that everyone cleared out of my way. At times, I even fooled myself into thinking I was going the right way because my steps held so much conviction. I got into a little trouble once wandering around dark streets of Victoria Falls at 3 o’clock in the morning looking for the campsite. I walked for hours in the dark while grunting warthogs roamed the streets. Scary! Or another time I walked around downtown Harare absolutely certain the backpackers hostel was only blocks away (when it was more like a few miles). That happened a lot!

I am happy to report that my sense of direction has since improved but I learned a lot about myself while I was busy getting lost and then found. Bravery and courage were there to lead me through accompanied by a heightened sense of awareness. A big lesson for me was learning to trust complete strangers to help me when I otherwise had little choice. Whatever street-smarts I brought with me to Africa, I came back trusting myself more than I ever had before.

I’m not suggesting you lose your GPS and get crazy, but maybe tomorrow take a slightly different route to work. Maybe instead of averting your eyes on the subway, you could build up the courage to make eye contact with a fellow passenger and smile. And here’s another thought: maybe playing it safe and following the directions isn’t always the safest way to go?

Keep on keepin’ on. Enjoy the journey, you’ll get there eventually.

-Leah Joy, The Zenful Blogger

TZB Project 365 (Day 18) – Will the Real You Please Stand Up?

When I was a little girl, my parents and my best friend’s parents used to ask all of us kids at the dinner table the same two questions “Who are you? When you say “I”, who is that?” We all had very little idea of what they were talking about (we were only 3,4 and 5 years old!) but as I grew older and became a student of Buddhism, I learned that the person I refer to as “I” has many layers. Layers upon layers of decisions that I created of who “I” should be, how “I” should act, rules of how “I” should live my life based on other people’s rules of how they thought they should live theirs, and how “I” should relate to others. But what happens when I peel away all the layers? Who am I then?

What does it mean to be the most basic, authentic form of myself? What does that look like? Is there even a way to act? No acting, just being. Right? And how do “I” function in this world just being me? If I’ve created all these layers, I think that means I have the power to take them away or even create new ones if I choose. That’s some pretty wild stuff.

Who are you?

-TZB