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    Choosing to Be: Lessons in Living from a Feline Zen Master
    Choosing to Be: Lessons in Living from a Feline Zen Master
    Choosing to Be: Lessons in Living from a Feline Zen Master
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    Choosing to Be: Lessons in Living from a Feline Zen Master

    By Kat Tansey

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    Drawn from the deeply personal reflections of a formerly depressed person, this uplifting story shows how a cat taught meditation and allowed the mind to heal. This lively, magical, and enlightening book revolves around a wise Maine Coon cat, his kitten muse, and the author Kat Tansey as they take the reader on a challenging and often amusing journey from the disorienting haze of depression to the freedom and clarity of the Buddha mind. The narrative is both inspiring and essential for gaining an understanding of the inner self, reducing stress, finding inner peace, and knowing the joys and comforts of answering to a cat master.
    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherInner Traditions/Bear & Company
    Release dateSep 1, 2010
    ISBN9781844093687
    Choosing to Be: Lessons in Living from a Feline Zen Master
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    Kat Tansey

    Kat Tansey is an innovative educator who practices Buddhism to heal her depression. She lives in Ojai, California.

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      Choosing To Be: Lessons in Living from a Feline Zen Master by Kat Tansey.As a cat lover I have always known that cats were founts of wisdom whenever they chose to be. Kat Tansey and her personal budda-cat, Poohbear Degoonacoon (a Maine Coon) share the wisdom as a conversation throughout this book.Chapter by chapter Poohbear doles out slivers of knowledge for those with a desire to learn and to find inner peace.Choosing To Be truly is an entertaining read written with love and a nice dose of humor along the way. I found that I liked it best when I read one chapter at a time with a break in between, sometimes of a week or more. The conversation was just as fresh when I came back as it was when I left.Do yourself (and your cats) a favor, pick up Choosing To Be by Kat Tansey today and read it for a long time.

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    Choosing to Be - Kat Tansey

    Ordinary Mind

    So where exactly is this

    Buddha nature?

    It is in the sky-like nature

    of our mind.

    —SOGYAL RINPOCHE

    The Tibetan Book of Living and Dying

    CHAPTER ONE

    Deciding to stay

    POOHBEAR DEGOONACOON, my grandly large Maine Coon cat, was stretched across the back of my cozy blue couch, sleeping comfortably next to my shoulder. Awakened by a sudden crash of blowing rain against the skylight, he opened his eyes for a moment, extended his long front paws, yawned, and went back to sleep.

    I, too, was startled by the sound. The rain had been a steady presence in the background all morning, but now the wind had picked up and the storm was becoming more forceful. This escalation of the weather suited my mood. For months I had been torn between continuing to exist in my debilitating state of depression on the one hand and the increasingly compelling thought that I should take action and end my life on the other.

    All morning, I’d drifted aimlessly around the large, open loft dwelling I shared with my husband Michael, until the orange binding and gold lettering on the spine of a book I’d tucked away on my bookshelf caught my eye. I became deeply engrossed in The Tibetan Book of Living and Dying for several hours, reading the first few chapters that dealt with the ever-changing nature of the mind. According to the author, Sogyal Rinpoche, the mind is much like a flea, hopping to and fro from one thought to the next, rarely pausing to reflect and learn from its wanderings.

    This gave me pause. While my decision to end my depression by ending my life seemed quite logical, should I trust that my mind was making sense? I stopped to consider my mind as it behaved like a flea, watching as it flitted randomly from thought to thought. If my mind was no more reliable than a flea, then to rely on this same mind to make a wise decision about something as irreversible as death seemed like not such a good idea after all.

    I read on. Perhaps I needed to reconsider the notion that I had only two choices. I came upon a passage describing the difference between our ordinary mind—the mind I had observed hopping to and fro—and our Buddha nature, the sky-like nature of our mind, which is open and limitless and the birthright of every living being.

    Intrigued by this idea, I decided I needed to discuss this at length with someone wiser than myself. I looked over at Poohbear, who was still sleeping soundly next to my shoulder. Pooh and I had a long history of dialoguing, and I had learned much from the words of wisdom that came from his bewhiskered cat mouth. I gave him a nudge to wake him up. Slowly, he opened one eye.

    I do hope you have a good reason for disturbing my lovely nap, he grumbled.

    I held the book up to show him the page I was reading. Why do you suppose I picked up this book this morning, Pooh? What do you know about this idea that everyone has a Buddha nature?

    Poohbear opened his eyes more fully and looked at the page. He pulled in his outstretched paws to prop himself up and considered my question.

    Well, until this moment I thought all beings knew about Buddha nature, he replied with a slight yawn. "Cats pass this knowledge down from generation to generation. As a matter of fact, my own mother taught me exactly what it says right there. One does not become a Buddha—one simply ceases to be deluded about the nature of one’s own mind."

    I was stunned. Had I been living with a teacher of Buddhism all this time and didn’t even know it? Certainly I knew Pooh was a wise being, and I had consulted with him more than once during our four-year relationship. But this was a surprise.

    Pooh, I replied. Why haven’t you ever brought this up before? Didn’t you realize it might be of some help to me?

    Pooh considered this for a moment. I never thought about it. As I said, I thought all beings knew about Buddha nature. Besides, it is not something one has to think about. It just is, he said with a shrug.

    "Well, maybe it just is for you, but it sure just isn’t for me, I replied, now a bit impatient. No one ever passed this down in my family. The only thing I remember from Sunday school is singing, Yes, Jesus loves me. The idea that I might already be the answer I am seeking is revolutionary to me, to say the least." I put the book down and turned to face him more directly.

    This is not a revolutionary idea, Kat, Pooh said. It is over 2600 years old. If this is the first you have heard of it, I am beginning to understand why you have been so depressed. Perhaps it is time for me to teach you how to discover your Buddha nature.

    I stared at him. Do you really think this could be my answer, this Buddha nature business? If it has been here all along, why have I struggled so much of my life with depression? Why am I even considering suicide as a choice?

    You are thinking this way because you are stuck in ordinary mind. It is this ignorance that deludes your thinking and clouds your comprehension of what is real. You can be quite clever, Kat, but there is an old Tibetan saying, If you are too clever, you miss the point entirely."

    I’m not feeling clever at all, Pooh. I am utterly and totally confused, vulnerable, and at the end of my rope, I said.

    Good, confusion is an excellent place to begin. If you are willing to let go of certainty and allow yourself to be confused, I can most assuredly help you find your Buddha nature. After all, I helped you considerably during the years you were ill by coaching you in Aggressive Rest Therapy. And, I might add, that was not a particularly easy task given your prior proclivity for action.

    I thought about how difficult it had been for me to accept the need for constant rest when I was sick with chronic fatigue. My answer to any problem had always been to take action. The fact that the only action I could take was to rest had been completely foreign to me. After all, hadn’t that proclivity for action Pooh mentioned been the reason for my successful career?

    It’s true you were of significant help during my long illness, Pooh. No one is more of an expert in Aggressive Rest Therapy than you, and I do appreciate that you forced me to learn how to rest. But this matter of finding my Buddha nature—this seems to be a little more esoteric than learning how to lie around and do nothing.

    Pooh sat very straight, pulling himself up to his full height, so that he was looking down at me from the back of the couch.

    "First of all, Kat, you underrate being able to lie around and do nothing. Few humans do this well, though you were able to make good progress under my tutelage.

    Now, as to this matter of Buddha nature, he continued, we are talking about you learning to understand the nature of your own mind. Whether you are a human or a cat, the same technique applies. You must learn to sit and meditate. And I happen to know more than a little bit about this, he observed, making a point of sitting back down and tucking both paws under his chest in his best Buddha pose.

    I got up and began pacing. Living in a large loft space has several advantages, one of them being plenty of pacing room. My teak desk and large white worktable were situated on an Oriental rug in the center of my big sitting area, allowing me to walk completely around them. I circled them several times, my hands clasped behind my back, thinking about what Pooh had said.

    I would like to believe you, Pooh, but I’ve tried many times to meditate and never got very far. Why should it be any different now? I stopped pacing and looked at him, hoping he would have an answer that made sense.

    What does it matter whether it is different now, Kat? You have been struggling with this depression for a long time, and as you have said yourself, you are at the end of your rope. You must trust that you picked up this book this morning for a reason. It is a sign. You need to open yourself up to answers you cannot even envision yet.

    He paused for effect and gave me one of his wise, omniscient looks. I know more about Buddha nature than you can imagine. I can help you. It is only a matter of deciding where to begin.

    Pooh stood up and stretched, extending his front legs, then leaning forward and extending his back legs. I am going to ponder this a bit. You seem like you could do with a cup of tea. Make yourself a nice pot with some cookies, and while you are at it, please put out a little snack for me. With that, he walked across the couch and leaped to the floor, heading around the corner to the kitchen.

    I followed him and put the kettle on. He was right. Taking a break with a cup of hot tea was a good idea. While the water was boiling, I put some treats into Pooh’s bowl and watched him inhale them. I selected Earl Grey tea from the cupboard. When the kettle whistled, I poured the hot water into the ceramic teapot and took it, along with my favorite cup and a small plate of oatmeal cookies, over to the table. While I was waiting for the tea

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