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A Pigeon and our Practice A mother pigeon built her nest in the eaves of our neighbor’s house recently. My wife, my grandson, and I have watched how patiently she sits on her eggs. Day and night she sits calm and still, even when our big dog runs along the wall underneath her nest barking loudly. Or when we walk by taking out the trash. Yesterday my grandson and I were bouncing a big red ball against our house; when it bounded up striking the eaves right next to her, she was gone in a rush and a flurry of wings. But very soon she was right back in her nest, quiet and composed as if nothing had happened. Thinking of her now as I sit on my meditation cushion, I'm reminded of what Master Jian-Sheng said recently in class, "Wherever you are, that is where the mind should be." I too can aspire to sit as the mother pigeon, without expectation, with patience and calmness, no matter how loud the barking dogs of worry, or how wildly the red balls of thought bounce through my mind. Back to the breath, back to where I should I be - which is where I am!
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