Good Karma Music Stories

I prayed for a man wanting to go home that he would get there.

As a gratitude to an old mentor, I wrote a small poem to him a few weeks before he passed away this month. He was Director of the Council of Churches’ civil rights organization based in Mississippi, where we met. He remained a Presbyterian minister while I became a lay-Buddhist but our commonality connected when we began sharing ideas of our spirituality.A Next Jouney—It is okay for me to be Afraid to fear the inevitable to wander off into my past and torture myself for experiences I wish I’d had not had to wander then to deep moving moments in my lifetime that I will forever cherish all those moving experiences that have transformed me in so many minute and profound ways shaping me to who I am now.It is okay foe me to continue shaping myself even to the last moment like tiny sands of clay that molds and shapes a being inside and out from loving hands and loving minds from forgiving hands and forgiving minds.It is also okay for me to be alone and not fear how that is like to look at the stillness and be so alone that finally fear flitters away; I flip it off with a flick of my fingers in my mind letting it go disengaging saying ‘bye but saying hello when it is revisited.For life is a continuous journey after all it does not really end we travel on to seek and to fulfill To live again for compassion, wisdom and joy.It is okay.I am ttansferring merit to you, Bob, as I think of you everyday.

I was helping a monk yesterday, he has less than perfect lungs, and has developed a cough. My training allows me to help out , and try to keep him well. Whilst we talked he told me about Drarma Radio , and played me the music, one song was written by our Abbot. The monastery is such a source of help for me, and helping others there seems to be so natural , I almost can’t tell if I’m helping them or they me. Generosity touches my heart , and so it opens up. We all benefit.

I have a 12 1/2 year old Lab who is an amputee because of cancer. (She had her leg amputated 2 years ago)She started throwing up over the weekend. Test confirmed she has a recurring bladder infection. The Vet put her on an antibiotic, which upset her stomach.Thursday she was not feeling well at all. I needed to get food in her system so she could take her medications. She would not eat the small portions I put in her bowl, which mean she is really sick because she never refused food!In the evening, I sat with her off and on and fed her by hand. She took little bits here and there.The next morning she was bright and chipper and begging to eat.

When my daughters went off to college I was struck by how unprepared I was to be alone. This loneliness, while selfish, caused me to run away. I ran far. All the way to India where I met a man who was taking care of his family, and another 11 other children along with his extended family. I gave him the last of my savings to start a school because it felt good to be able to help some one. I realized that someone in this world still needed me. But was most profound was that I realized that my daughters leaving home did not mean that they did not need me still. It was a long journey; half way around the world, that reminded me that we are all needed here to love and care for each other.

I submit the story last time, I haven’t receive your songs. I would love to play those songs to my patients in my clinic. So would you email me the songs in paramita?Thanks very much.

I found a purse in a shopping cart at a local grocery store. It took a while to find anything with her phone number on it because there were at least a dozen credit cards, cash, driver’s license, etc. there. Finally, I found a business card and called the lady – from her expensive cell phone. She hadn’t realized she had left it yet and was thrilled to hear from me. We met halfway between our homes and when she took the purse from me she gave me an autographed signed copy of a inspirational book that she had written. Besides the type of book being right on for me as I love inspirational/motivational books, the inscription spelled my name correctly -I spell it in a way that almost no one else does. I thought that was as remarkable as anything in the whole situation.