So Tiger Woods has repented and promises to become « normal, » like everyone else. Wonder what that means.
He also vows to return to his Buddhist roots. Wonder what that means, too.
And of course, we can wonder why we care.
Whatever else, maybe this whole story provides a glimpse for some into the toxic illusions of popular culture, which are themselves elaborations born of the basic illusion of « self » that afflicts us all.
Tale of the Tiger
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Enseignante Zen et poète, Sensei Amy “Tu es cela” Hollowell est née et a grandi à Minneapolis, aux Etats-Unis. Arrivée en France en 1981 pour étudier la littérature et l’histoire, elle y est restée, s’installant à Paris, où elle élève ses deux enfants et gagne sa vie en tant que journaliste.
The Zen teacher and poet Amy “Tu es cela” Hollowell Sensei was born and raised in Minneapolis, but came to France in 1981 to study literature and history and has lived in Paris ever since, raising her two children and making a living as a journalist.
I still cannot understand the fascination with Tiger Woods. I am relatively immune to news as I don’t read the paper and do not have a TV. My only exposure is to people’s reaction to news and there has been plenty of reaction to Tiger Woods. More than to the Haiti’s earthquake, more than the Chile earthquake. More than Tempete Xanthia. What is this about?
The weird thing about it – for me – is the apology to the public.
As if he’s married to us.
The only apology he could possibly own is to his wife; if he promised her to be monogamous and lied about it. If at the same time she promised him to be monogamous and resisted unbearable temptations from incredible hunks.
We don’t need to know about such apologies.
We do however want to know about it if she chases him with a baseball bat, but that’s just for the fun of it.
The real question for Tiger woods is also the question for me.
What really makes me happy? What is real freedom? What is really important?
A confrontation with a baseball bat can wake a person up spiritually, I suppose. Ha!
Good, bad, normal, abnormal are relative terms. When we fix them into absolutes, we have trouble — repression, abuse, suffering, greed, anger…
Mistakes and desires are not a problem; in fact, they are endless. Can we simply embrace them rather than cultivate or reject them, punish or indulge them?
what do you mean?
have we created ideas of what is good or bad behaviour, normal or abnormal attitudes. everyone makes mistakes and that is natural. desires will continue to arise and what to do then…?