For my family, Sundays in the 1960s centered on Roman Catholic mass.
I remember waking to the smell of bacon, the sound of "shoo-be-doo-be-doo" songs on the radio and getting to know the foreboding aura of church...incense, rituals, guilt.
Life was a cocoon. But outside the heavy church doors, outside our little home, chaos was coming.
Click on the link below. Are any of these memories familiar to you?
Memories of a Catholic Boy in The 60s
From my 'Waking Up' column at United Press International:
Buddhist teaching offers a way to peace and the end of suffering. It involves first understanding and being attentive to what's going on inside ourselves, particularly our kleshas--those poisonous emotional reactions to life's dramas.
Read on!
Curb Your Kleshas
I am very happy to announce that Renny, my Norwegian friend, with a swell blog about the beauty and wonders of Nordic Norway, is a Blogs of Summer - 2006 winner.
This distinction comes from Bloggin Outloud. Renny placed first in one of the "Random Blog" categories.
Check out Renny's blog; you'll enjoy the pictures of his lovely country, as well as the history and folklore of the villages and regions he visits. The link is to the right in the link column.
