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sometimes, when i am out and wandering the gamma fields, you can find me...here }}}
http://piquantwallflower.blogspot.com
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http://myshinymarble.blogspot.com/
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- fully living in this sacred now/here moment
- listening for the nightbird's song
- walking with awareness the path of the humanist imperative
- committing every breath to memory
- practicing tonglen
- doing acts of tikkun olam
- loving hungry ghosts
- singing hymns to the dark
All love is expansion, all selfishness is contraction.
Love is therefore the only law of life.
He who loves lives, he who is selfish is dying.
Therefore love for love's sake,
because it is law of life, just as you breathe to live.
- Swami Vivekananda -
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[pssst. click and follow the birdy]
we are all working at the very edges of our possiblities...
Mais les belles âmes, ce sont les âmes universelles, ouvertes et prêtes à tout, si non instruites, au moins instruisables...
I Will Remember:
I Am Learning:
"We travel around and around the wheel in our Earth walk, and if we remember to spend as much time in the releasing and quieting quadrants as in the sprouting and doing quadrants, we find a balanced way." -Brooke Medicine Eagle
NA MA RATNA TAYAYA
OM KAM KARE KAM KARE
ROTSANE ROTSANE
TOTANE TOTANE
TASANE TASANE
TATEHANA TATEHANA
SAWA KAMA PARAM
PARA NE ME SAWASATANA
little known facts about moi: 1] i have a freakishly acute sense of smell
2] i possess a Bing Crosby-like talent for whistling
3] i will always, invariably miss a belt loop on my pants
"To know the universe itself as a road, as many roads, roads for traveling souls..." -Uncle Walt [Whitman]
my new favorite obsession:at-home espresso i have been known to:have an incurable obsession with ironing. i see myself as:a sleepy pianist. i feel:no fridger is complete without oj and kefir. i am intrigued by:pinhole cameras; anthropological linguistics; aeolian whistles [like bamboo pigeon flutes]. i believe:you can never underestimate hope and a sense of humor. that is why,
i love axolotls!
and bizarre discoveries such as the following fortune cookie...
Music
so many artists, so many genres. passion in every form. but, to summarize, my soul in sound? a cross between ambient minimalistlowercasetape music and new weird america.
okay. here i go: my top four favorite bands, each transcendent - equal for me in impact and importance - Over the Rhine. Innocence Mission. The Arcade Fire. mus.
now, in no particular order: My top 8 desert island discs:(this week, anyway) -
The Arcade Fire - Funeral Talk Talk - Laughing Stock Talk Talk - Spirit of Eden Innocence Mission - Umbrella Over the Rhine - Good Dog, Bad Dog. Mus - La Vida
Mus - Divina Lluz
The Innocence Mission - Birds of My Neighborhood
Currently, 4,000 cds and Counting ... Top 3 on the Turntable This Week:
M83 - Before the Dawn Heals Us
Philip Glass - Symphony No. 5
Sol Seppy - The Bells of 1 2
and always, always NPR
Movies
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Television
i don't/won't own one.
Books
Reading Now:
Heroes
My mum.
Michael Evert Town....Run free now, Little One...you lived sisu and were stronger and wiser and braver than us all.
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i know there is only one power worth having. and that is the power, not to take, but to accept. not to have, but to give. -ursula le guin
(a note of explanation): life has a funny way of unraveling like a tapestry beneath your feet, and all of a sudden, you wake up one morning and the world as you thought you knew it has changed. you might wake up to discover the Love of your life - your partner of five years - gone. you might experience the passing of a loved one or several. you might hear that your sibling or dear friend has suffered a sudden illness or affliction. or, in some cases, all of the above at once. it is in these moments when the whole of your existence seems turned upside down...when to cope, you find you become merely a shadow of your former self...that it is good to count your blessings. whether in the form of long faithful friends, or gentle benevolence from strangers...even as you are dying to be reborn...there is a Strength that will cradle you like the solid branches of an ancient tree. and slowly, feeling will creep back into your soul, and you will know the foundation has grown even more firm beneath your being.
...and now...
manipura
[awakening to new personal possibilities]
Buddhinath Buddhipriya, Vighnavinashanaya, Siddhidhata Siddhivinayaka
Om Gum Ganapatayei Namaha
Who I'd like to meet:
In no particular order: Rainer Maria Rilke. the prophet Isaiah. Pablo Neruda.
the Dalai Lama. Irshad Manji. Harvey Milk. Erik Satie...(even though he purportedly never bathed, he wrote beautiful music). Joseph Cornell. Sulamith Wulfing. Emily Dickinson. Uncle Walt Whitman. Dorothea Lange. Annie Dillard. Mary Oliver. Phil Borges. Shirin Neshat. Michel de Montaigne. R. Buckminster Fuller. Romany Marie. Philip Glass. Søren Aabye Kierkegaard. Pema Chodron. Thich Nhat Hanh. Sadako Sasaki. Thomas Merton. Laura Veirs. Don and Karen Peris.
Woody Guthrie. My accordion playing, deeply mystical Great-grandfather.
remember...only love is real; and hope is in our hands
The gnome says hi and he is actually my roadie now. Every time after the gig he blast in my car new indie music to remind me that the 90's are dead. We end up eating in a diner late at night, and from time to time he laughs about how you used to throw the Palm Beach Post at his head and how of a square he was. Anyway, he says he misses you.
"Drifting Stars" Current mood: tested Category: Life
This Shit Aint Wright Beat beat Beatting Fighting the Beast Heart Beat Rotten My Soul Breathing Body burning Brown eye's still Dripping Wind Blowing Salted Losses Ripped up Hopping to find No more Pain As the Rain keeps Falling Tears Look and See Reflections of Self As The Stars Keep Drifting wondering How much More Hurt must someone Take When the Sun Shines Why Must the Ache continue to Keep Hitting and Hitting seemmingly to Never Miss But you've missed Time and Time again Life is Cruel over and Over To you and who Inside we Cry Go again Lost No need Hot Ones Creep My Skin and Flesh Tatooed made in the Streets How can I sleep If My Pain is Grand Canyon Deep Leaking Twisted storms Landing Destructing Touching spknwrd3times 2/20/07 EL 2/20/07
Hi jen ... sharing our 9min. Shaman Strings “holding the breath” video. The ‘strings’ and I were live on our March 29th Concert. Beatrice added her vocals in the studio.
Keywords: Death, Breath of life treasures, mediation & letting go of distractions… Note: 2Gatewhey did share this video with a few friends. Let us know what you think! Enlighten US, Scot
Birds in flight is something like living Life We seem to flock together regardless of the Stormy wheather trying to find away to the other side of the World Not really knowing if it is the Same as the side we fly or could this be a form of suicide as our feathers fall and Drift too unseen movie sceanes or is this just another part of Life We've seen in are Dreamless Flight tyring to live life!!!!!!!!=spknwrd3times 12/01/08===EL 12/01/08=========
=Bring The Heat =Ghetto Heat Burned In the streets Learned in The Streets Will there ever Be Peace peace Heart Broken into Pieces trying to put back the pieces looking for the puzzle pieces bodies leaking Mothers crying for there Seeds Who Kill Mother's Seeds Who Kill seedS of Mother Can't Breathe???????????????????????????????Bring the Heat=1/13/09=Spknwrsd3times=EL=650=BayBiZZ
