Signs for City God Temple
Year Cake in preparation. Basically made of gluten rice
Back in Melbourne for a single, fleeting day, and already life has resumed its familiar disorder. The city does not wait—it gathers you up mid-breath, mid-thought, and folds you straight back into its rhythm.
Time feels misaligned, stretched thin between time zones. Morning arrives before the body agrees to it; الليل lingers faintly behind the eyes. Jet lag moves like a quiet undertow, dulling the edges of thought, making even simple tasks feel fractionally out of sync.
Work, meanwhile, accumulates without apology. Papers, preparations, obligations—they stack quickly, each demanding clarity when the mind is still half elsewhere. There is no gentle re-entry, only immersion.
And yet, beneath the fatigue and the clutter, there is something recognisable in the chaos. A cadence. The hum of trams, the cool shift in the autumn air, the sense that this mess—this hurried, imperfect return—is, in its own way, the shape of living.
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It is a disciplined cultivation of right mindfulness—a deliberate guarding of one’s thoughts and intentions—where resentment is not allowed to arise, and judgment is not hastily formed. Instead, one meets the unfolding circumstances of family life with equanimity, accepting what is offered without resistance, and responding with compassion, patience, and understanding. In doing so, one embodies a central principle of Buddhist practice: to relate to others not through reactivity, but through a steady, discerning awareness grounded in loving-kindness.
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