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00:00:27 - Laurie Opens up Day 2
00:02:53 - Questions
00:13:40 - Laurie describes the next exercise
00:15:40 - Laurie Leads a 20 minute meditation
00:38:29 - Questions for the small group exercises
00:40:36 - Participants go into groups for 10 minutes
00:40:46 - Reflections

00:00:33 - Welcome, and Guidelines for the intensive
00:07:07 - Dharma Talk with Laurie Winnette
00:27:13 - Laurie describes the meditation - Describe where you were? What was happening? How were you feeling before this other person (or pet) demonstrated lovingkindness to you?
What did they do or say that caused you to feel their lovingkindness?
Describe how you felt afterwards.
How do you feel just thinking about the experience?
00:32:22 -Laurie Leeds a Loving Kindness Meditation

2024-05-14 I Inquiry I Yes, your Buddha Nature is Real I Suzanne Kilkus by Appamada

2024-05-07 I Inquiry I The Gap Between I Joel Barna by Appamada

00:00:26 - Dharma Talk
00:22:01 - Ellen Invites comments and reflections


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00:25:45 - Please Call Me By My True Names By Thich Nhat Hanh (see Below)
00:30:53 - Sandra Invites Questions


Unhindered: A Mindful Path Through the Five Hindrances - By Gil fronsdale

Poem: Please Call Me By My True Names
By Thich Nhat Hanh in October 2004

Don’t say that I will depart tomorrow—
even today I am still arriving.
Look deeply: every second I am arriving to be a bud on a Spring branch,
to be a tiny bird, with still-fragile wings,
learning to sing in my new nest,
to be a caterpillar in the heart of a flower,
to be a jewel hiding itself in a stone.
I still arrive, in order to laugh and to cry,
to fear and to hope.
The rhythm of my heart
is the birth and death of all that is alive.
I am a may fly metamorphosing on the surface of the river.
And I am the bird that swoops down to swallow the mayfly.
I am a frog swimming happily in the clear water of a pond.
And I am the grass-snake that silently feeds itself on the frog.
I am the child in Uganda,
all skin and bones,my legs as thin as bamboo sticks
.And I am the arms merchant,selling deadly weapons to Uganda.
I am the twelve-year-old girl,refugee on a small boat,
who throws herself into the oceanafter being raped by a sea pirate.
And I am also the pirate,my
heart not yet capable of seeing and loving.
I am a member of the politburo,
with plenty of power in my hands.
And I am the man who has to pay his “debt of blood” to my people
dying slowly in a forced-labor camp.
My joy is like Spring, so warm
it makes flowers bloom all over the Earth.
My pain is like a river of tears, so vast it fills the four oceans.
Please call me by my true names,
so I can hear all my cries and laughter at once,
so I can see that my joy and pain are one.
Please call me by my true names, so I can wake up and the door of my heartcould be left open,
the door of compassion.

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