Action in an Inverurie café. I sat with a coffee, a scone
and a reporter’s notebook. I captured some passing thoughts, feelings and moods
(TFM). In this blogpost I have rearranged and edited them which means they
appear more controlled and sensible than when they first appeared.
I made a last will and testament in 1986. Since then I have
changed my ideas of what to do with the toot. I cannot take it with me so I
would be as well to spend it. And to prevent ugly scrabbling amongst potential beneficiaries,
I should leave instructions about what to do with what is left. And I should
act quickly because death might come suddenly by way of a careless truck driver
or a peanut going down the wrong way.
I feel gloriously retired from the institutions that gave me
paid work in various parts of the world. I spent two years or more working in
Edinburgh, Jamaica, Zambia, South Sudan, Belize, and Lesotho and for shorter
periods in Tanzania and Geneva. On top of that I took time out for a couple of
Masters degrees and for traditional tourism in France, Mexico, Central America,
the states, Tanzania, Germany, Portugal, South Africa, Egypt, Ireland, Singapore, Malaysia,
Indonesia and several parts of Scotland.
And then between contracts I took time out to contemplate
the infinite. There were five retreats that lasted eight years in total. The
present retreat (the sixth) began in 2004 and is ongoing. I sat with the
Northern Lights Sangha once a week between 2004 and 2014. In 2010 I was
diagnosed as having Parkinson’s Disease.
During the retreats I figured out that my personal mission
statement was:
To
find peaceful compassion within
so
that
I
can help others to find it also
so
that
The
world will be a better (less authoritarian) place
Many retirees make outer journeys on cruise ships and thus
keep busy moving around touristic venues. But to what end? It appears to me
that they seek to avoid the emptiness that comes with the chicks leaving the
nest and the end of paid work. Only a few face up to the plenum void – to that
which is full of empty and stretches unconsciously from the very small to the
very big.
I am more attracted to the inner journey and to mindful
sitting. I therefore come to appreciate the origins, nature and purpose of
thoughts, feelings and moods (TFM). Following the successful training of the
non judgemental ‘witness’ there need be ‘no boundaries’: and most people will
appreciate the links between the mind and the brain and the possibility of mind
over matter.
Training the mind for an alternative world view is like
training an elephant to roll logs. The Olympians are monks and nuns who give
their lives to the practice. But those who can manage no more than a few
minutes a day can also find increasing peace of mind.
I paused now and then to notice the other customers in the
café. Most of them sat only long enough to have a quick coffee. There were four
instances of an elderly man waiting for the wife to finish shopping. Passing
wonderment about their domestic arrangement – does the male take on any of the
domestic chores? What TFMs pass through their mindbrains? To whom or what might
they bequeath their lifetimes accumulation of toot?