Zen Spot #37 -- Mindfulness, meditation and a private doorway of exploding roadkill February 25, 2018 00:05
The fane and the profane
Philadelphia has a vibrant street art culture , both legal and illegal. The fane occupy the same neighborhoods as the profane. An amazing mural painted on the side of three-story brownstone will stand shoulder to shoulder with underground art stickers plastered to the back of a stop sign. Both tell notable stories. Both crave posterity.
The doorway above adorns a home in Philadelphia's Queen Village neighborhood. Surrounded by the funky and proper, a two step stoop offers respite to its owners. In a city where, on warm summer evenings, the most welcome relief to be found are the conversations held while seated on the concrete steps in front of a friend’s home, this doorway's stoop is an Adirondack chair.
Walking by roadkill
As a child, my town bordered farm country. Hedgerows, cows, tractors and irrigation ditches. Where cornfields ended, sprawling forests exploded with all manner of wild things. Roadkill exploded. My imagination exploded. Walking by splattered skunk guts on my way to get a gallon of milk, I expected the dead animal to morph into a hell hound hell-bent on devouring me.
Private doorway roadkill
I often lean against a wall to meditate and would liked to have done so sitting on this home's stoop. Finding a curb seven feet away, the opportunity to control my breath with my back to a beast offered a silly lesson in mindfulness.
Surprisingly, it never attacked.
An artist, entrepreneur and writer walking the Buddhist path, his art focuses on the Dharma Wheel. The four wheels shown above are among over 600 DharmaMechanic has created over the course of his career. Each has a unique story. If you’d like to read the story of these wheels or purchase a framed 20" x 20" ready-to-hang print, visit SilkDharma.com.