This is the second part of a podcast I did with Adam Hill at Radnor Lake.
From Adam:
“In this episode, we discuss Lisa’s perspective on the mystery of the path, overcoming painful obstacles, and the immersion she feels while seeking photographs in nature.”
Blue Heron at Radnor Lake
I recently had a delightful time with Adam Hill, who interviewed me at Radnor Lake for his podcast, Soul Story. This is part one of two episodes.
“Lisa discusses her connection to nature, personal loss, and her initial encounter with meditation. Following a beginning scare with an unguided kundalini practice, after many years Lisa built up the courage to follow her intuition and join a zen meditation practice. We discuss that time in this segment, as we walk with Lisa through her first steps on the road to becoming the meditation teacher which she is today.”
Spring departing
Birds cry
tears in the eyes of fish
– Basho
In this talk I share my experiences from the Nashville flood of 2010, how it devastated Radnor Lake and how the lake recovered. From a larger perspective, I explore the question of how we proceed when a tree falls into our path, or when the path is flooded beyond recognition. Can we discover a new way even as we mourn what is lost?
Lightning:
Heron’s cry
Stabs the darkness
– Basho
“It is present everywhere.
There is nothing it does not contain.
However only those who have previously
planted wisdom seeds will be able
to continuously see it.”
– Dogen
Enlightenment is basically not a tree,
And the clear mirror is not a stand.
Fundamentally there is not a single thing –
Where can dust collect.
– Huineng, Sixth Zen Patriarch in China, 638-713
Something there is, prior to heaven and earth,
Without form, without sound, all alone by itself.
It has the power to control all the changing things;
Yet it changes not in the course of the four seasons.
– Fu Ta-shih
Fall Gold by Lisa Ernst
My legacy —
What will it be?
Flowers in spring,
The cuckoo in summer,
And the crimson maples
Of autumn…
~Ryokan
A Shroud of Mist
by Lisa Ernst
Whatever it is, I cannot understand it
Although gratitude stubbornly overcomes me
Until I am reduced to tears.
– Saigyo
The Lotus Blooms in The Mud 