Nondualism Sneaks Into Everyday Life

I like to see how the words nonduality or nondualism are becoming part of our everyday language alongside meatballs, crotcheting, cigarettes, and coffee. This blog entry is a perfect example:


Friday, January 1, 2010

Year in Review, pt7
22 February (Denton)

I woke up, the morning after the party, at Matt’s house with Ryan. Ryan and I made our beds, gathered our things, put on our shoes and socks (our clothes were still on from the night before) and we left for coffee. We sat for two hours or so and listened to music and wrote and conversed lightly, then we took his truck to the shop to be fixed. His dad picked us up and drove us down to Corinth where Ryan lives with his parents.

We walked in and his mom was in the kitchen making dinner – still. It’s a two day process for her Italian cuisine. She made lasagna, meatballs, Italian sausage, manicotti, salad, foccaccia, and canoli. I showered, got ready, and helped her prepare for the family. Ryan showered after me and helped once he was out also. The food went in the oven and Ryan, his dad, and I left to get his grandmother. We left his other grandmother croche-ing in a chair in the living room. Ryan’s dad dropped us off at the store to get wine, went and got Grandma, picked us up and we got back to the house. Ryan’s nephews arrived. The oldest is only nine years younger than Ryan. Ryan’s the youngest of four boys in the family – by fourteen years. Family slowly arrived car-load by car-load of husband/brother/son-wife-children, a car of children-son/brother’s girlfriend, and finally, after we sat down to eat, brother/son/husband with wife and kids. It’s a baseball family – boys still in cleets – sister wore her cheerleading outfit. The family is big, Italian, loud. They love each other and show it through hugs, handshakes, trash talk. I ate three plates full of manicotti, lasagna, meatballs and sausage, and bread. The first plate had salad on it. Ryan’s mom re-filled my plate before I could comprehend what I had just shoveled frantically into my mouth – too delicious to pause. I gorged on food, drank my wine, finished with water. The family sat around and talked, shouted, played cards, and Ryan, his dad, and I stood outside with cigarettes and talked about philosophy – non-dualism, time, language, so on. We stepped back inside and hung out with the family a while longer, then they all left and Ryan’s mom gave me a blanket and pillow on the couch. Ryan layed on one couch, I on the other, we watched TV, he went to bed, I fell asleep.

I woke up the next morning, went to the toilet, Ryan was up, and we got coffee, sat at the table and talked.

One thought on “Nondualism Sneaks Into Everyday Life

  1. Brian

    Jerry, I was surprised to find, especially a year after the fact, my blog posted to yours. I would like, therefore, to have a correspondence with you, however brief, to hear your ideas regarding nondualism and the role my story plays in your beliefs of the matter. Please take some time to send me an email or comment on my blog, which I will update now especially for you, or, because of you. At any rate, I sincerely hope to hear from you soon.



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