Comments on: (It’s a good thing) The Mind is Not Self http://paulgerhards.com/blog_thisisthatis/2009/05/01/its-a-good-thing-the-mind-is-not-self/ A householder's thoughts along the Middle Way Thu, 12 Jan 2012 02:37:15 +0000 hourly 1 By: Paul http://paulgerhards.com/blog_thisisthatis/2009/05/01/its-a-good-thing-the-mind-is-not-self/comment-page-1/#comment-445 Paul Thu, 07 May 2009 00:08:27 +0000 http://paulgerhards.com/blog_thisisthatis/?p=1158#comment-445 Yeah, it's very difficult to stay in the only place one can find reality. Yeah, it’s very difficult to stay in the only place one can find reality.

]]> By: simple&free http://paulgerhards.com/blog_thisisthatis/2009/05/01/its-a-good-thing-the-mind-is-not-self/comment-page-1/#comment-442 simple&free Wed, 06 May 2009 23:42:53 +0000 http://paulgerhards.com/blog_thisisthatis/?p=1158#comment-442 So much for being in fully in the present. So much for being in fully in the present.

]]> By: Paul http://paulgerhards.com/blog_thisisthatis/2009/05/01/its-a-good-thing-the-mind-is-not-self/comment-page-1/#comment-437 Paul Tue, 05 May 2009 16:07:50 +0000 http://paulgerhards.com/blog_thisisthatis/?p=1158#comment-437 Oh my, John... I've done this so many times, accusing my kids of not putting things where they belong (usually my scissors or stapler) only to find it was I who didn't put them back. Thanks for the comment, Paul Oh my, John… I’ve done this so many times, accusing my kids of not putting things where they belong (usually my scissors or stapler) only to find it was I who didn’t put them back.

Thanks for the comment,
Paul

]]> By: John Torcello http://paulgerhards.com/blog_thisisthatis/2009/05/01/its-a-good-thing-the-mind-is-not-self/comment-page-1/#comment-436 John Torcello Tue, 05 May 2009 15:56:55 +0000 http://paulgerhards.com/blog_thisisthatis/?p=1158#comment-436 I laughed when I read your post...reminded me of this piece I wrote some time ago: "I Wish Someone Told Me..." I wish someone told me the scissors had been moved! I looked in the kitchen drawer; the usual place they reside; not there...I looked in the desk in the family room; not there!...I looked in the middle drawer of my desk in the office...you guessed it...not there!!... I looked on the table outside on the patio...not there!!!...I checked my son's room; that's the likely place!...Guess again!?...Not there either!!!! Now I was getting really pissed off, all I could think was, "a two second job, now taking me an eternity"... Finally, I found the scissors!!!!! In denial, and confessing to no one, I could see them from across the room; they were where I had left them the day before; on the desk, by the keyboard, at my computer workstation... Then, it happened... I wish someone told me. I wish someone told me they moved the damn step stool!!...I inadvertently tripped over it in my frustration to get to those scissors... Now, reflecting how my mother had warned me, time and time again, about acting out with impatience...I laughed to myself; I never even got the satisfaction of the motherly 'mark my words-like' experience of running, falling, tripping and getting hurt with scissors in my hands... I laughed when I read your post…reminded me of this piece I wrote some time ago:

“I Wish Someone Told Me…”

I wish someone told me the scissors had been moved!

I looked in the kitchen drawer; the usual place they reside; not there…I looked in the desk in the family room; not there!…I looked in the middle drawer of my desk in the office…you guessed it…not there!!…

I looked on the table outside on the patio…not there!!!…I checked my son’s room; that’s the likely place!…Guess again!?…Not there either!!!!

Now I was getting really pissed off, all I could think was, “a two second job, now taking me an eternity”…

Finally, I found the scissors!!!!!

In denial, and confessing to no one, I could see them from across the room; they were where I had left them the day before; on the desk, by the keyboard, at my computer workstation…

Then, it happened…

I wish someone told me. I wish someone told me they moved the damn step stool!!…I inadvertently tripped over it in my frustration to get to those scissors…

Now, reflecting how my mother had warned me, time and time again, about acting out with impatience…I laughed to myself; I never even got the satisfaction of the motherly ‘mark my words-like’ experience of running, falling, tripping and getting hurt with scissors in my hands…

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