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Buddhadharma : Summer 2014
SUMMER 2 0 1 4 BUDDHADHARMA: THE PRACTITIONER’S QUARTERLY 11 weeds—probably weeds they didn’t even know they had! I thought it was inspired, but he thought it was lame. So instead I do it every day for no pay. This is how your life becomes rich with purpose. You take care of things that lie right under your feet, and no one even notices. The most common weeds in the yard are crabgrass, dandelion, and chickweed. The most common weeds in the world are greed, anger, and ignorance. This is the way to weed. Anchor yourself low to the ground so you can get a good look at what you’re dealing with. Use a spade to loosen the hardpack and go deeper. The next part is tricky. Take hold of the stem and apply your attention, allowing the root to release. Haste and carelessness will only aggravate the situation. Sometimes you can get the root on the first tug. Other times you’ll just tear off the top. Even if you don’t get it all the first time, that’s okay. It may take two or three, ten or twenty, one hundred thousand million times to get the root completely. Just keep going along like that, encountering the next weed that appears in front of you for the rest of your life. FROM PARADISE IN PLAIN SIGHT, PUBLISHED BY NEW WORLD LIBRARY, MAY 2014 NOWHERE TO GO When he got sick, Ezra Bayda found that there was no way of escaping his suffering. So he settled in. For an eleven-year period ending in my for- ties, I lived on a rural property with my wife and two young daughters. We had a half-acre organic garden and tried to grow most of our own food, including raising chickens, sheep, and goats. What we didn’t know was that the prior owners had buried DDT and other toxic farm chemicals right where we had our garden and pasture, so for eleven years we were filling our bodies with poison. We didn’t discover this until my wife and I both got very sick with an immune-system disease, and although we moved, there was no cure for the disease, only symptomatic relief with the aid of powerful steroids. After I got sick, I had no control, no choice but to slow down and be largely inac- tive. Before I got sick, I led a very active and physical life. At first it seemed depressing— sometimes it felt like my life was over. I had been caught in the illusions of being in con- trol and of having endless time. As these illu- sions began to be dispelled, I couldn’t imagine what was going to happen. Yet the more I could see the illness as my path, the more I could appreciate the depths of awareness that are possible when we slow down enough to let life in. I could actually feel the texture of my life, and I began to see how staying busy and believing I was in control were in many ways props. Giving up the illusion of control, at least to some extent, allowed me to feel grateful for the equanimity of doing simple mundane activities, including sitting around, not doing anything in particular. We all have many attachments, and one of the strongest is no doubt to our body, espe- cially to our feeling of comfort. This was one of my biggest challenges—wanting to feel a particular way, and also not wanting to feel a particular way, namely nauseous and in pain. Because the nausea was somewhat unrelent- ing and because I didn’t want to take the toxic drugs that could mask it, I learned how to stay present with it without adding the story of “This is awful.” Sometimes the only thing I could do was lie in the fetal position, and as often as I was able, I would breathe into the area of the heart on the in-breath and then extend loving-kindness to my body, to my immune system, via the out-breath. Dwelling deeply in the heart, I found I could enter directly into the experience of