I have memorised almost the whole “Faith in Mind” already. I learn and recite more or less all the time. My wife got used to it. I recite even when I walk my dog. My dog got used to it. Weather in Ireland is horrible. There I am walking among spasmodic tree branches and trembling blades of grass, mumbling to myself through violent gusts: And the burdensome practice of judging brings annoyance and weariness.
I miss my Pure Land practice. I miss the one-pointedness of Nembutsu recitation and the pleasure coming from withdrawal and detachment. Whatever happens – when you do just this one thing – annica and anatta become wonderfully obvious. Pure Land practice truly is profound.
I am reading “Dependent Origination” by P. A. Payutto. I take notes, try to observe its working in my own mind, incorporate this concept into my life. The same way as seeing the three marks of existence in everything is habitual to me. I sent an e-mail to John Haspel thanking him for his wonderful exegesis of Dharma. I purchased his book “Becoming Buddha”.
I also spend a lot of time doing jigsaw puzzles with my kids to the music of Billie Eilish. With the horrible weather outside and no school for two weeks, it prevents them from boredom and constant fighting. People who don’t have kids will never get to enjoy the simple pleasure of their kids finally not screaming.