Dear sisters and brothers on the path,
I wonder what you think about an issue dedicated to practicing in a digital world?
Several facets to explore:
- How we relate to increasing use of technology in our daily lives.
- How technology supports or undermines our practice.
- How do we look deeply at something as complex and unknowable as technology?
I offer my support in this as I think it’s a deeply significant topic that we need to surface,
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Dear sisters and brothers on the path,
I wonder what you think about an issue dedicated to practicing in a digital world?
Several facets to explore:
- How we relate to increasing use of technology in our daily lives.
- How technology supports or undermines our practice.
- How do we look deeply at something as complex and unknowable as technology?
I offer my support in this as I think it’s a deeply significant topic that we need to surface, discuss, and examine.
Lisa LeVasseur
San Diego, California, US
Dear Lisa LeVasseur,
Thank you for your wonderful suggestions.
In the next issue, released in the spring of 2022, we will dedicate a section to look deeply at practicing mindfully in a digital world. Our submission guidelines can be found on mindfulnessbell.org.
With folded palms,
Hong-An
Managing Editor
Hello friends,
I hope that all of you are staying safe and healthy during these difficult times. Always remain positive, and know that this coronavirus is impermanent!
Just for fun, I would love to share with all of you a poem I wrote on stillness (meditation). I think you may enjoy.
Stillness
by Jordy Earls
I have always known
of the beauty
in stillness.
I am reminded of February mornings
in North Carolina with all her shades
of grey and white;
The only sound to be heard
was the slow
snap
snap
snapping
of the pines beneath the weight of snow.
That silent,
yet perfect,
song.
The subtle sting of winter’s air
Across my face,
Turn my small nose
Red as Rudolph’s,
did nothing to steal
the peace
I felt in that place
Now,
I know
of an even greater beauty.
All I need to do is
stop
and breathe
and hear
that same silent,
yet perfect,
song.
Now,
Every morning
Is a February morning.
