Zen Spot #135 -- Mindfulness, meditation and the unexpected flower bed February 8, 2018 00:05

I am not a flower guy

As a child, I was allergic to a lot of the foods kids love — apples, bananas, strawberries, potatoes, tomatoes, oranges, lemons, limes, grapes. In addition, my seasonal allergies were so bad that I would literally cry spontaneously in March with the full knowledge that April showers bring May flowers. The required nasal decongestants were so strong that I was either sleeping due to their sedative effects or sneezing until my nose was bloodied because I chose not to take the medication.

For decades, I loathed flowers. Their beauty was indistinguishable from profound discomfort.


I’m a concrete guy

Many of my allergies have improved in the ensuing 45 years. Apples and strawberries can still be a problem, as can cats. Springtime, too, is still a little problematic but no more for me than the average hay fever sufferer. Still, though, when I see a bed of flowers or a field of newly mowed grass, I become Pavlov’s dog.

Sidewalks and asphalt and cobblestones are all my preferred surroundings, even to this day — and I’m comfortable with this comfort. My friends and family want me to stretch my limits. 



Facing down a flower, as if it were a live hand grenade, is too strong an analogy to describe my pathology — but you get my point. 

To experience the sublime beauty of simply standing in close proximity to dozens of flowers would be to stare down a lifetime of discomfort. That said, said staring match recently happened when I was walking along a sidewalk — a concrete sidewalk — through my home city, with my head down, having cruised passed this magnificent newly constructed cathedral, and needing to stop at a red light before crossing the street. 

While standing, waiting, I spun around for some inexplicable reason, and was confronted by a bunch of pansies, nestled in a chest-high raised marble bed, firmly planted in peat, within two feet of my face. Panic ensued, but I stopped and took a breath.

Then, I folded my legs and sat on the sidewalk, with my back against the side of the marble bed and closed my eyes until the panic went away. Minutes later, I stood and waved my hand across the petals having touched my first flower in 45 years.


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 What are The Four Noble Truths?

  1. The truth of suffering
  2. The truth of the origin of suffering
  3. The truth of the cessation of suffering
  4. The truth of the path to the cessation of suffering

What is The Noble Eightfold Path?

  1. Right view
  2. Right intention
  3. Right action
  4. Right speech
  5. Right livelihood
  6. Right effort
  7. Right mindfulness
  8. Right concentration

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