Writings: When will you ever learn?

There’s my math teacher, so many years ago, noticing me make the same mistake on three straight exams:
When will you ever learn?
There’s my exasperated dad, showing me for tenth time how to not grind the clutch:
When will you ever learn?
There’s the fourth or fifth tough breakup, and the voice in my head:
When will you ever learn?
There’s the song’s line, that stays with you echoing after we wonder “Where have all the flowers/soldiers/husbands/graveyeards gone?”….
When will you ever learn?
And today as the lessons pile up, the practice continues, and the crowd of teachers in my life watch the pace I keep, I wonder if they’re thinking that, too:
When will you ever learn?
Gotta say – thanks for asking. I’m as interested as you in finding out.
Let me know how it’s going with you, too.
Much love –
Brother Ian
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It actually doesn’t matter where you have been swimming, or where you’re going to, but it does better where you’re swimming right now. It is only when we identify what grows in this moment that we have the chance to live fully.
One day the Buddha held up a flower in front of an audience of 1,250 monks and nuns. He did not say anything for quite a long time. The audience was perfectly silent. Everyone seemed to be thinking hard, trying to see the meaning behind the Buddha’s gesture.
Over the centuries, Brother Ian has been collecting stories & information & discourses for the purpose of elevating the human condition as needed, dissecting it when necessary, and building the case for hope.