The Ritual of Balancing a Checkbook: A Meditative Approach

Last week I sat down and balanced my checkbook. A habit taught to me by Jim, my husband who died over thirteen years ago. Every Two weeks we sat at the computer and did our financial thing.

I am thankful that Jim and I did our finances together. It started because we were buying a high priced item. I asked him if we had enough money to afford it. It was that moment that we became partners in finance. He told me that we had to do all financial things together from now on and so we did. Boy did it help after he died too young.

My Checkbook

It is not unusual to get comments from people, including friends, that I still balance my checkbook, with a big question mark at the end of this sentence. Like it is an amazing and quaint thing to do.

So much of our lives are on-line now. Yes I do bank on-line. Yes I keep track of all things financial on-line. Yes I shop on-line. Yes, Yes, Yes. I still like to see, in front of me that my life is in order, therefore balancing my checkbook.

There is something about sitting down, in front of my computer with my checkbook in front of me and settling it up for another few weeks. It is almost a meditative event in my often too busy life. I know that for an hour or so my focus is on one thing. I am sitting still and the outcome is that I know exactly how much I have to live and work with until I sit down again in a few weeks and do it all again. I can inhale and exhale and journey on with security for another period of time.

There are other things that I still do in “an old fashion way”. I think that people in my age group still do a few things in the old fashioned way. We pay bills on time, although on line now. I do my taxes via Turbo Tax on line. We clean the house or in my case my rig. Laundry gets done. The yard and garden gets spiffed up and the lawn gets mowed. You get the idea.

As I have aged I find these activities to be more meditative and calming. For a while all the things I need to get done are put on hold and I enjoy and focus on the task at hand. When it is done I feel complete and settled and ready for the chaos that is life.

At the end of the day, I am thankful for activities that help me focus moment by moment. I am thankful for my pretty sunflower checkbook calling me to once again come and sit down. Take a deep breath and dive in.

Today I am Thankful.

Monks Walking for Peace: A Journey of Mindfulness

I have been struggling with so many unsettling things occurring in my country and around the world. I worry and feel anger. I feel sad. I don’t understand the anger and negativity that has become so prevalent. My heart feels broken. There needs to be a kinder, gentler and more humane way of working with people. No one deserves to be treated as less than human.

In late October, I began to follow the Monks Walking for Peace and Mindfulness. It was a 120-day, 2300-mile journey by 19 Buddhist monks.They were accompanied by their loyal dog, Aloka, walking from Fort Worth, Texas, to Washington D. C. to raise awareness of inner peace and mindfulness across America and the world.

I began to walk with them in my heart, mind and spirit. I have learned, I have grown and my heart has begun to open again. The anger is softer now. Being in the present moment is an experience I treasure and not one that I experience enough.

The Huong Dao Vipassana Bhavana Center is the home temple. They started the Walk in Texas and returned here today. I am blessed to be there in spirit with all the people and monks.

When they started walking the roads were mostly empty except for nineteen walking monks and their support team. As it progressed east and north, people started showing up. They came to the roadsides to watch these monks walk for us and for all beings of the world. A few moments, a few kind word, prayers, blessings and lives are changed forever.

This walk was not without difficulty. Early on in the trip two of the monks were injured in a freak accident with a truck. One lost his leg. And still they kept walking. It snowed, it was cold. And still they kept on walking. Aloka, had to have veterinary surgery and left the walk for a short time. And still they kept walking.

They walked barefoot, in socks, in sneakers and sandals. They walked for me. They walked for you. They walked for the world.

And Still They Walked.

As I watched them walk, I felt like people who came to watch were waking up. They were remembering what is good in the world and what is good in themselves.They were remembering what is good in other people. Just a moment in time can change so much. And the numbers grew. And I remembered.

People started walking with them. They showed up for dharma talks, for meditation, for presence. By the time they reached Washington DC. thousands were walking with them. Thousands were listening, truly listening to their words. They woke up a presence in themselves.

Each day of the Walk, would start in my home with me checking their official Facebook page. I followed along. I attended some of the talks. I certainly attended the meditations. And Today just as it started I attended the returning ceremonies until everyone retired for lunch.

How does this experience make me feel. I feel a softness in my heart, the softness of letting my guard down and letting universal love in. I feel a measure of relief that there is good to be had out there in the world. I have cried with others and I have cried alone. It is not a cry of despair. It feels more like relief and love filtering in. My world and the world shines a bit brighter because nineteen monks walked for Peace and Love and Awareness.

Now I must remember and carry all these messages forward into my world, your world and the world of all sentient beings.

Today is Our Peaceful Day. Today is My Peaceful Day.

Sadhu Sadhu Sadhu.