February 5, 2022 - Everyday: a Workbook of Poems and Voices, 1972, by Paul Shippee. Cover art by Peter Coyote.
January 23, 2021 - Nonviolent Communication (NVC) and Buddhism
2-25-16 - My friend, I offer you a reflection fresh from this snowy Colorado morning:
Why Do I Meditate?
To enjoy blissful, empty mind free, unburdened of thinking.
It’s that simple!
The open space is a relief.
My own experience is luminosity and boundless space,
No question about that.
To just sit down in erect posture with straight spine,
Directing attention to feeling breath in the body
Is to check in with the amazing spaciousness of true nature.
It’s much more than mindfulness.
It’s like checking in to the Palace of Emptiness,
A rich, luxurious hotel.
Who will sit with me and enjoy this palace above the clouds?
The password is effort to break the bonds of samsara.
In order to cut desire and attachment I offer this up to everyone.
Then I go sweep the floor.
With warmth & love,
May 11, 2020 - You can listen to a good deal of Paul Shippee on the Cuke Audio podcast dated May 12, 2020 and named Chapter Three of Crooked Cucumber. Crestone Eagle, the latest being Community Solar Microgrids Explained.
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9-08-15 - Angels of Darkness, Angels of Light - Paul writes about working with prisoners
3-01-14 - Why I Became a Buddhist, Meeting My Two Spiritual Teachers, Ascending and Descending Spirit by Paul Shippee
8-21-13 - Paul Shippee, one of two friends into Tibetan Buddhism who told me to go hear Anam Thubten in Point Richmond (see 8-19-13 in What's New), interviewed:
Crestone Energy Fair will present a Nonviolent Communication Forum at 1:30 pm on Saturday under the tent...see you there. Meantime, here's a 4-min preview video by Scott Murrish
11-21-12 - A Paul Shippee Facebook page: Sustainable Conversations - Community Page about Nonviolent Communication
5-19-12 - Paul Shippee sent a quote from Chogyam Trungpa Rinpoche
5-18-12 - Paul Shippee - Ten Tips For Compassionate Communication
5-17-12 - May 2012 Crestone Mt. Seat Ceremony for Dan Welch and related happenings.
PSYCHOLOGICAL PERSPECTIVES ON BUDDHIST MEDITATION, NONVIOLENT COMMUNICATION, ECO-PSYCHOLOGY, AND PATHS TO A NEW CONSCIOUSNESS
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THE HEART SUTRA AND COMPASSIONATE COMMUNICATION With Paul Shippee November 9 / 7:00 pm - November 11 / 5:00 pm Madison Shambhala Center Madison, Wisconson
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(written at the request of my daughter)It’s hard to remember much of anything about my birthdays, probably because most often I have not taken the trouble, the joy, the planning or the desire to celebrate them. What about that? What’s the underlying motive for avoiding my birthday celebrations? The first thing I think of is that the emotion of fear, mostly unacknowledged, has blocked any enthusiasm or happiness arising on those annual personal holidays. I also see, when looking deeper, that there was probably sadness accompanying the fear. It seems I was most often not happy about advancing one more year away from my happy youth and moving one more step toward a reminder of what? …old age, sickness and death? So it seems that some unhappy mixture of sadness and fear drove me to shrink away from getting happy about growing another year older. I suppose, too, there was some element of shame mixed in there about lifting myself upward and outward, pretending to be happy by inviting friends to gather round a birthday cake. Add to that the reality that I was often living alone on birthdays, or traveling, but mostly I kept the birthday secret, quiet and hidden. Oh dear!!? …do all double Scorpios do this?
Now that I am older and living close to my daughter in Crestone we have been honoring and celebrating our birthdays which are five weeks apart in the Fall. I have enjoyed those small private gatherings which seem to be an easy and simple feature of our shared reality. No big deal perhaps, but a family ritual that I now treasure and enjoy.
Now, having said all that, I do remember a few things, and perhaps a few gifts, from around the time I turned 30 years old. I was living on the top floor of a 5-story walkup, rent-controlled apartment on Manhattan’s Lower East Side, on 2nd Street between Avenue A and 1st Avenue. This was a tumultuous time of social activism and widespread protest against America’s war in Vietnam including huge street marches in NYC that I participated in. In addition to that, a button turned up around this time with the words “Don’t Trust Anyone Over 30!” Yikes, I thought, how shall I relate to that?
I had lived in San Francisco for about ten years before this where I had participated in creating and performing in a street theater group protesting the war. Now in New York I joined the Pageant Players, another street theater anti-war protest group. We created our own characters, costumes, music and plays, then performed them from a flatbed truck in various NYC neighborhoods on Saturdays. During this year living in New York I was also employed by the NYC Department of Social Services where I attended to welfare cases in Brooklyn’s Bedford Stuyvesant neighborhood. It was an office job with required visits in the field to mostly black single mothers living in the poorest housing projects. Since it was a dangerous neighborhood the black mothers, to whom I was funneling money, would often watch for me from their 3rd floor window and call out to me as I approached. They wanted me to be safe and let everyone know that this white boy was here on business to support their livelihoods.
At this time I was also a novice meditator. Upon coming home from work each day I would practice Zen meditation sitting on a cushion in front of a stick of incense until it burned completely down. Here at sea level this took about half an hour. In order to begin and remain undisturbed I would ask any guests or visitors to leave and go on a walk and return when I was finished. I had learned zazen sitting meditation at the San Francisco Zen Center a year or two earlier from Suzuki Roshi and liked it a lot for reasons I wasn’t yet clear about. Sometimes I would go to the local NYC zendo of Eido Roshi and sit formally with the group in the dimly lit room, encouraged by soft Japanese bamboo flute music and pushed deeper into our practice by the low, determined growl of our kind Zen teacher.
One of the Buddhist books I was studying, besides Zen Mind Beginner’s Mind, was titled Three Pillars of Zen, by the late American Zen master Philip Kapleau who had established a Zen Center in Rochester, NY. One evening after finishing reading the book I wondered who was this American who had studied, meditated and been ordained as a Zen priest in Japan? After closing the book I found the telephone number and called the Center hoping to speak with Kapleau; and it was he who answered the phone! After speaking with him for about half an hour I decided that he was not the teacher I wanted to study with. I do not recall my reasons for this decision; it was a feeling based on intuition with a convincing level of certainty.
At another time I saw a picture on the front page of the Village Voice newspaper of Swami Satchidananda who was staying at his Integral Yoga Center and offering talks and yoga training. I attended some of these gatherings and thus dipped into another aspect of early American spiritual teachings. Still another time I read in the same Village paper that a learned Tibetan monk, Geshe Sopa, was scheduled to give a talk in Greenwich Village, aka the West Village. I attended his talk and afterward asked him some questions during which he told me about a small Tibetan Center for monks that was now established in a residential house somewhere in New Jersey. He said I was welcome to visit there and I got the address from him. On an upcoming Saturday I drove over to this Center where I found maroon robed monks sitting around a table somberly, it appeared, eating a meal and not talking. Later I learned they did not speak English. There was another American white man present and I engaged him in conversation. I think his name was Jeffrey Hopkins and I asked him to help me find the answer to my burning question, “Why do I sit meditation?” I believe I was looking for some lofty philosophical answer to this deep question. He looked at me and asked, “What do you experience or like about meditation when you sit?” I replied that I feel good. He offered that instead of trying to find a philosophical answer, just look into how I feel each time I sit and let that be motivation to sit the next time. I was satisfied and happy with Mr. Hopkins' answer; it made perfect sense and has lasted me a lifetime. It pointed a way for me to make meditation home.
These are some of the events that constellated around my 30th birthday. They seem like birthday gifts from today’s perspective. But there’s more! In the Spring of that year I noticed an interesting article, again in the Village Voice paper, that featured a college friend that I had lost track of. The article was about the newly formed Tassajara Zen Mountain Center, a Japanese-type monastic center located deep in the mountains of California, near Big Sur, and about two hours south of the city center of the San Francisco Zen Center. What caught my attention was a big surprise; that my college friend, Peter Schneider, was the Director of the Zen monastery! It didn’t take long for me to see the hand-writing on the wall, which called to me like a familiar song saying, “If Peter can do it, then so can I !!” I had reached the point in meditation practice where I had wanted to get serious and really learn how to do it, and this seemed like just the ticket. I contacted the San Francisco center and told old friend and Zen Center secretary, the late Yvonne Rand, that I wanted to join the monastery in the Fall. How much would that cost? Two years earlier I had left a motorcycle behind in San Francisco in care of a friend. Hoping it was still there I called and was able to use the sale of the bike to finance my first 3-month zen monastery training. I liked this strict but gentle monastic training, set next to a pristine full roiling creek, so much that I ended up staying at Tassajara for two years, and three more training training periods. Entering Tassajara in the Fall was to mark a big turn-around in my life. I arrived there with long hair and was told that the men were required to shave their heads monastic style. I refused! I was allowed to keep my long hair when Peter told everyone, “Let him do what he wants.” However, after a few weeks or a month it seems the human drive and lust for belonging began to capture my heart and I went into the middle of the creek and cut off all my hair watching it float downstream. I was abiding with the zen rule to let no one step on your hair!
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