A humble request to begin, if I may.
Kindly read below for brief context, then listen to the meditation (above).
Kazuaki Tanahashi, Miracles of Each Moment
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On day one of social studies in the seventh grade, Mrs. Seiderman appears in front of the chalkboard: Slight, smartly dressed in slacks and silk shirt, very serious about scholarship. Her dignity and directness mean a sense of safety for me. Over that year, she inspires me to care—about commitments, homework, diligence. She supports, yet challenges; it’s not about specialness, it’s about studentship.
And every time someone screws up, she reminds us: Clean slate, tabula rasa.
Seemingly excusing our behavior, forgiving us, she implores us to see how fortunate we are to have another chance, to start fresh. At thirteen years young I didn’t realize the gift she was giving us.
Fast forward four decades.
Sitting in zazen this week, a thought keeps looping: A short trip I’ve just taken with my son to his college orientation—largely hilarious, connected, wonderful, really—we’d had one battle in the car at the end. Such an old pattern, not at all ours; I was neglecting our treasured mutual trust, reaching for some vestige of power.
I didn’t mean any of it. I’m really going to miss this human.
Back to the sit, how completely I wish I could turn back time and re-do that moment. All at once, Mrs. Seiderman saunters into my consciousness; her patient, painstaking cursive materializing on the chalkboard with a clear message, one I’ve heard from dear teachers time and again since. Tabula rasa.
Let the breath sweep the mind.
Back in the seventh grade, Mrs. Seiderman’s words mercifully drowned out the taunts of David L. who’d make fun of my glasses, skinny legs, grades, anything. Today her presence reminds me I’m human, time to take the pressure off and just be present for whatever arises. Okay, I think. I can do this.
Let the breath sweep the mind.
For you, a short audio meditation awaits you at the top of this piece.
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So timely. I’ve been awash in intransigent shame. I don’t know if anything can shift it but this gives me at least a place to hope.
So timely for me also. I will come back to this practice daily, multiple times daily if necessary. I love the idea that every day we get an opportunity to wipe the slate clean and begin again. Chop wood, carry water.
Thank you 🙏