2.4.12
floating
soaring
flying
&
not
December "dry dock" in Encinitas California
Aaaaah, California. Ah, visual metaphors. Check these land-houseboats on a perfect coastal day. Here in NC, nary a palm - instead - it's a Saturday rain, as snowdrops bloom, iris and daffodil blades stretch, magnolia buds swell. Too early, too early...and yet, such eerie mildness is welcome relief from past two winters.
Taking a break from Ashtanga class to give my back a break ...before it does break. Practicing at home is an opportunity to focus on the meditation rather than the form of the practice. So while doing first series and a few from second I can watch what poses help the back and which ones may not help.
Brain loops: Creativity everywhere. Everywhere. Estrangement. Soaring. Limitation. Art forms. Opening. Ego. Releasing. Grabbing. Separation. Elation. Suffering. The nature of. Connections. Disconnections. Understanding. Misunderstanding. Caring. Indifference. Not caring. Floating. Simultaneous caring not caring. Fear. Truth. Letting go. Illusions. Flying. Heaviness. Light. Sorrow. Light. Light.
Metta
yearning to fly
Maybe this photo conveys some of the magic of the light in Southern California...and the beauty of the ucla campus with Royce Hall here - as its centerpiece.
Association....two Royce Hall English classes with the formidable Dr. Clayton, (young, dynamic, and handsome.) A right answer (based on simply reading thoughtfully) and I was on top of the world. A wrong answer (which could be avoided by only answering when certain...) and - humiliation!
Association...an art class, with quick studies from a model. The instructor told me one of my images belonged in the Museum of Modern Art...Who knew?
Association....the basement here where my ucla portfolio resides. Still have that image. And the portfolio of work which includes a self-portrait isn't bad at all.
Association...a female professor who I noticed was not wearing a bra. No shock, just curiously noted at the time. Artists=Freedom+Exotica...
In Venice California we discovered a vegan restaurant called "Seed." It had an upscale version on Wilshire Blvd. where we also went. Amazing food. Bought 2 cookbooks and chatted with the chef who told us the family across the room was Toby Maguire's ("Spiderman" star. Here, I thought he was just another skinny vegan guy eating with his family.) Anyway, the cookbooks have rekindled my interest in macrobiotic cooking.
Today ended my 2rd week of classes. Feels like the 12th week. Lots of fretting over making the 3-D Design class fabulous, revamping and upgrading it. We'll see.
It's the "dead" of winter - but it's been so mild that snowdrop blades are popping up in the back yard! WTF - it's still January!!!
Life is so good, so sweet, so full! Just a few areas of heartache (wee but intense suffering) remain. Pledged to watch and explore the source of heartache. Inquiry—not analysis not judgment.
love, metta - and here's another artist's wise words (would like to substitute the word "self" for "skill"). These statements show once again (IMHO) that art making is transcendent and spiritual:
1.6.12
Christmas Gifts
Encinitas kite flying. Is a kite string the only thing between our spirit and the infinite?
Each night since return - a dream of California: first one -
sleeping on the sand at the beach. Heavenly!
While sleeping, a dream of sleep!
And it was heavenly. From time to time, usually at retreats, everything I carry around just falls away. Call it mental baggage, ego, conditioning, whatever—it has always felt like dropping a shell to me. Am left with pure freedom, pure ease, and a sense beyond words. Such an energy event happened Christmas Eve running barefoot on the beach.
On Christmas Day - another sort of satori. Ran again. Having done lots of running with my "five-fingers" shoes, figured another barefoot beach run would be fine. It was beyond fine. Gorgeous, warm day. Folks walking, playing, running on the beach. Clear skies. And something happened -
I truly ran for the very first time in my life.
Followed instincts...long stride (longer than I've ever taken), pushing off ball of foot and toes, and speed...Felt I could run forever. So comfortable, so easy, so beautiful, so absolutely natural!
Kite flyer watching his kite.
And so the Motherland calls....because running and yoga SO have to be done near the Pacific Ocean...and...the call is strong...
At MoCA LA in most cases I took photos of amazing artist words, posted as statements, instead of the actual painting/drawing or sculpture. Was delighted by wisdom of these art-related statements. Went from statement to statement instead of object to object!
Dinner with cousin in LA, a lawyer who is smart, funny, and just a good guy. I always thought his parents were the greatest, and mine - so boring! My dad's sister - his mom - always made me feel so safe and loved, and his dad - well, he was a lawyer then a judge and always full of fun and great stories.
Now back to my teeny, teeny world of (tee hee) sniping with the (soon to be gone) Director (isn't it my job to tell him how lame he is?), doing course syllabi, and writing many recommendations.
The yoga at Tim Miller's was really good. (Brag: touched head to floor from standing back bend.) Manju was very sweet and easy-going, and MH (certified Ashtangi in LA) was on my case about everything.
"That's just wrong," she said.
How can that be?
Gratitude! Blessings! Smiles! And more to come.
metta
12.17.11
matrix
The geek in me is really fascinated by these visually interesting QR (Quick Response) codes. I think they reference the mystery of ancient cultures or even some truth in our collective unconscious. Pretty deep stuff to pin on a matrix bar code, originally created in Japan for the auto industry! Above: Merry Christmas!
Here's a riddle: What do Wall St. Protesters and Ashtangis have in common? Answer: See image below and scan with phone's QR reader.
(Hint: Ashtanga is --% practice and --% theory - P. Jois)
Intense and deep massage yesterday by local woman recommended by RS. Wow, she doesn't mess around. Going back Monday so she can work on my back an entire session.
Okay. Leaving for S. California in a few days. Lots to do and not getting any of it done. Did turn in grades. Serious recommendations for several students and syllabi for 3 classes must be finished soon. LA, Encinitas, San Diego mean I hope - a warm Christmas! Yoga with Tim Miller and Manju, LOTS of art, and perhaps a visit with one or more cousin. AND living in that unique S. California light!
What a great run today...giving the yoga-stressed back a rest. Crossing the wooden bridge with its repeating shadows becoming an abstraction, felt I was falling through the universe.
Starting to think all these QR images look like what they say:
Finishing up a few cards to send to old pals. Glad to be away from the never ending trials at the U. Glad not to be caught up in the seasonal frenzy. For those who step back, a quieter, peaceful truth is available during the season and at work, and duh! --everywhere.
Also thinking about RG who leaves WNC soon. He got rid of (mostly) 90% of his stuff. Doubt he realizes how remarkable he is in many ways (guess most of us don't.) Anyway, inspired in part by his example - I am beginning a similar project/journey.
Good wishes, metta, and more to come in 2012.
12.10.11
lunar reflection
12.11.11 is 100th anniversary of P. W. Roland's birth, and 12th year since her death.
Thinking about memory. Does anything before and after this moment really exist - outside the mind? When an event has passed, and the memory of it (a distortion itself) has passed, is it not like the future? Not "real." Reality is now. It is passing as I type. Billions of sand grains falling through my fingers...
So all is ever changing (and therefore not changing!) Specifically for YT - the Dean fired Il Direc-toro. Dramatic change! Of course a new uproar for most faculty ensued (new Director will be chosen from faculty), but it's a huge relief. We were allowing this guy and his lies to make us all a little crazy.
And the habit of a certain type of suffering fades and passes also. In the egoic world, people project positive and negative things on one another constantly. Pure perception is filtered through the lens of our un-quiet minds. Illusion is believing our thoughts.
So classes are over. Feeling fabulous and free - though there's so much to do before departing. Full moon and as per Ashtanga - am resting self and back. Castor oil "bath" and a quiet day are planned. Oh, and want to make a sweet potato pie!
Blessings, gratitude, and compassion to you PWR.
May I and all beings know and accept truth/Truth.
gratitude and metta
12.04.11
themes
leaf detail from the Shah Jahan album 1628-58, Metropolitan Museum of Art
(Center contains name of Shah Jahan)
So much junk projected onto me lately. It's a way of hurting/suffering that goes deep into my past. However, then I used to believe what was put on me or said about me was true. So sad - an innocent child...Anyway now when I know someone is assuming something, I can see it belongs to them. This realization is good. But even so, I feel wounded and beaten down. The victim. The child still hurts it seems.Why why why is this still a theme? Why is my heart always breaking?
(Possible answer? Because you haven't yet accepted that this is what we all do - in a state of illusion.)
A. said something during a retreat when I asked a question about this issue. He said something like - Oh, I can't help you there. You have to build, know from within. Egos always look outside for approval - for everything, always wanting something from the outside to make things OK.
oh, the princess and that
pea
so much tossing
over
such a small round thing
maybe
it was the
pea
(could've been the straw
mattress)
that led the camel
princess
back
or
broke
her back
*
Last week of classes coming up. Another friend is moving away. CZ's mother died....
That's the way that it goes. Everybody's buyin' little baby clothes.
(Gillian Welch)
When It's summer in Siam, all that I know is that I truly am.
(The Pogues)
All these poses these beautiful poses....and you said, watch my head about it.
I know, I know, I know. No kidding.
(Rufus Wainwright)
Are you washed in the blood of the lamb?
(Billy Bragg)
And if you promise spring, then I know you are a liar.
(Andrew Bird)
Quotes are from songs on a CD that KP made for me. Sometimes music gets to the heart of things, and these songs do.
Music - went to Variation on the Long Note last night. (The long note is a piece by John Cage that is to be played on an organ in Germany for 637 years.) Six musicians created music "around" the current - long note. Very interesting meditation. Noticed mind wandering during some pieces and listening intently during others.
Also imagined what I would do if asked to create a variation. Some cool ideas IMHO.
The Long Note
metta
11.22.11
A thousand brilliant lies
Mysore Saraswati
An Old Musician
How
Should
Those who know of god
Meet and Part?
The way
An old musician
Greets his beloved
Instrument
And will take special care,
As a great artist always does,
To enhance the final note
Of each
Performance
--Hafiz
Friends of all kinds, meeting and parting this week - let's all take special care.
Teacher and friend J, leaves for India early December. Gratitude for his knowledge (and for a fun party.)
Dropping Keys
The small man
Builds cages for everyone
He
Knows.
While the sage,
Who has to duck his head
When the moon is low,
Keeps dropping keys all night long
For the
Beautiful
Rowdy
Prisoners.
--Hafiz
Here's a photo of a piece in at Atlanta Contemporary Art Center in the "Sex Drive" show. It looks like a nice plaid from a distance, but up close it's made of tiny erotic/sexual images. Looking for those keys....
Someone Should Start Laughing
I have a thousand brilliant lies
For the question:
How are you?
I have a thousand brilliant lies
For the question:
What is God?
If you think that the Truth can be known
From words,
If you think that the Sun and the Ocean
Can pass through that tiny opening
Called the mouth,
O someone should start laughing!
Someone should start wildly Laughing -
Now!
--Hafiz
This Tibetan Ganipati is laughing or at least smiling.
Why Not Be Polite?
Everyone
Is God speaking.
Why not be polite and
Listen to
Him?
--Hafiz
metta and giving thanks!
11.15.11
art, angst, and agony
Papa at the Guggenheim. Detail of Maurizio Cattelan's Retrospective.
Cattelan show was fabulous. The best presented retrospective ever: not hung on walls in the expected way, but hung from center of Guggenheim. This has been done before with single pieces, ie Cai Guo Qiang's Toyotas. Here, it was remarkable to see a lifetime of an artist's work all at once, individual pieces contributing seamlessly to the whole that reflected and commented on contemporary culture. As the viewer ascended the spiral, pieces could be viewed individually AND in the context of the entire body of work. Brilliant.
Here: Picasso, Zorro reference, long foosball game titled "Stadium", body bags titled "All"
in Carrera marble, and a bull, among other things.
Yea, NYC was good. What's going on? Spent the most time at the Met with the Islamic and Indian shows where, skipping the theater, we spent the afternoon and evening. Contemporary art? No, just plain compelling art. The narratives, the exquisite details, the beauty....and the raison d'etre.
Carsten Holler - not so great. I thought gimmicky, shallow even. A tubular slide through a couple of floors of the New Museum. Yawn. Need to examine something here. Have had my own existential insight (not crisis) regarding art and life. So why would this fun-house crossover bother me? Am so put-off lately by the separation and the artificiality of "making" art, but Holler isn't addressing this issue IMO. He wants to provide an experience - a slide, a sensory deprivation tank, upside-down glasses. Hmmm, so what? I want art to do more -- or maybe in this case, I want it to do less....
A fine bunch of stuff at MoMA including works from the permanent collection, de Kooning, and "Talk to Me," a ground-breaking show about object, design, technology, and art. In Chelsea liked a hot young painter with guts who is just out of Pratt - Trudy Benson.
Eva Hesse at MoMA
Yoga in both places was not as planned or expected. Eddie Stern - we both liked. Missed a day due to the onset of a mild cold (that came and went in 24 hours.) Skipped 2 sessions ($$) of Tim Feldman in Atlanta due to lack of sleep, in fact: ZERO sleep. The hamstring connection tear continues to pester and fester as does the lower back. It's disappointing and difficult to accept a skill level that is not an upward curve.
Flirting with suffering.
Difficulty with a grad - for a while. At first, all was clear and calm -in the midst of a small storm. My boat did not rock. Later lost ease and ability to simply watch. Even so, issue worked itself out. This in addition to the on-going mysteriously rude actions of a colleague and the crazy-making activities of El Direc-toro!
In love
with suffering?
Whoa! First flirting;
then, perhaps intimacy.
Words and prose are like concrete; they cannot express the sensations, the movements of the heart. Ultimate knowing finds verity methinks - only via metaphor, suggestion. Rumi knows.
CZ, E, and K in the Sound, speed of wishes light travels
Rumi says:
Look at yourself, trembling, afraid of nonexistence:
Know that non-existence
is also afraid
that God might bring it into existence.
If you grasp at worldly dignities,
it's from fear too.
Everything, except love of the Most Beautiful,
is really agony. It's agony
to move toward death and not drink the water of life.
*
metta, heartache, and from deep within - gratitude
10.29.11
the thunder bolt that destroys ignorance
Laghuvajrasana, the little thunder bolt
"The form of the vajra as a scepter or a weapon appears to have its origin in the single or double trident, which arose as a symbol of the thunderbolt or lightning
in many ancient civilizations."
"The Sanskrit term vajra means 'the hard or mighty one', and its Tibetan equivalent dorje means an indestructible hardness and brilliance like the diamond,
which cannot be cut or broken."
- Exotic India (internet)
*
J was here last weekend for a mini-retreat. No idea one could go so far at a place so near (home.) Working on the above asana, little thunderbolt. Having insights (little thunderbolts) about pranayama. Insights while teaching (not grand but real.) Pleasant evening of food, baseball, and friendship (insights) last night. Dinner at Plant and World Series at R's home. Thursday NYC and the 2 A's - art and ashtanga. Following week 3 A's - atlanta, art, and ashtanga.
Oh, so gently awakened by thunderbolts...
metta
10.17.11
dream of truth
view from deck today
*
Your time is limited, so don't waste it living someone else's life. Don't be trapped by dogma — which is living with the results of other people's thinking. Don't let the noise of other's opinions drown out your own inner voice. And most important, have the courage to follow your heart and intuition. They somehow already know what you truly want to become. Everything else is secondary. -- Steve Jobs
Spectacular day and fall. Leaves are peaking right now. Strangely warm today. Time for a hike. Fall break and yt is daydreaming about the overwhelming forces of mediocrity at work at the U...and of never going back...
Catching up on sleep and everything else. Luxury deluxe!
Recovering from hamstring connection injury and back issues, believe both are related. Push too hard, and it seems scar tissue will develop and make things worse. Ah, humility and pride! When pride begins to take over, humility evens things out. Only just a few months ago, never dreamed or considered I'd go beyond first series - and now here i-yam working on drop backs, laghuvajrasana, and scheming about how I can go to the next asana (while whining "injuries.") Time to slow down!!
Apple's Steve Jobs died from cancer a few weeks ago. There was a lot written about him, and I carefully read some of his speeches and quotes. They are remarkable. (see above and below.)
Am grateful for meditation, A's teachings, and an awareness of an inner compass, an equilibrium. Things may get extreme, and yet - there it is. Here's some words that suggest something - visualize the outer edges of a big bang or the universe - slowly expanding with waves (or particles!) of metta, goodwill, devotion, and yes, love.
metta
The only way to do great work is to love what you do. If you haven't found it yet, keep looking. Don't settle. As with all matters of the heart, you'll know when you find it. —Steve Jobs
10/26/09
9.27.11
rebirth, past lives, and hot baths
Each night, when I go to sleep, I die. And the next morning, when I wake up, I am reborn.
- Gandhi
A lovely quote. I feel similarly. Especially reborn on a birthday. YT is very secretive about it, but at the same time pleased when people do remember. (Still the little girl who wants to be loved in all the conditioned ways ; - ) Thinking too, that ignoring the date might make it less true in certain ways, that another year has passed. What's a number anyway?*
Paul Dallaghan was in Atlanta again last weekend. Thought entered my head: he might be The Teacher (I am not consciously seeking...) Connection there - pure and dynamic - goes well beyond my whimsical belief that he was my Parish Priest in a past life. (When he does a dharma talk it sounds like a sermon to me - it's both funny and off-putting.)
Just a lovely day. C tried to make reservation at Plant, but they are not open (booked for a wedding celebration.) More leaves accumulate each day and there are tinges of yellows and reds here and there. Warm, sunny. Went running. Puttered. Enjoyed the moon day (no yoga.) Scheduled office hours for tomorrow. Took the day off. Fixed nori grits and a fried egg over easy! Simple joy. Tried for a picture of me doing pincha mayurasana - just a little way of celebrating. Got camera set up on tripod; kicked up and fell on my side. Funny. No record of what I could do (or not do) on this day in this year of life. Tee hee. Nice try.
Saw J this weekend who will visit for a little retreat (just us) and a hike in October. Keep thinking it's time to move on (quit job!!) and perform some service for others. We discussed and the words came out of my mouth: by (even slightly) realizing one's true nature don't we give the gift of...what? freedom? understanding? good will to others we come in contact with? One doesn't need to do anything other than be.*
Now for the good fortune of a hot bath before stepping out.
blessings, love, and good will
*Intellectual inspection is the function of the head. Therefore, whatever understanding we may have of nature from this source is an abstraction or a representation of nature and not nature itself.
- D. T. Suzuki
9.17.11
Retreating Hot-Shot Yogi Mats
Signed up for 9-day retreat at Mt. Madonna and another
5-day one in Hendersonville for 2012.
Everyone is responsible
and no one is to blame.
- Will Schutz
OW-OM! Took my first castor oil "bath" (really just a rub down) as done in India. Was told it was powerful - pulls things out of the body. Yep! The next day I could hardly sit down, back pain so acute. 5 minutes to pick something off the floor. Many ibuprofen to go to work. Each day the pain descended. By day 4 all that remained was a very sore sacrum area. Like a bad flu passing through one's body. Today went to Ashtanga workshop with David Swenson and caa-aarefully did certain poses. Good for humility. Ha! You ain't no hot-shot. Tomorrow if all goes well, will be doing Nadi Shodana (2nd series.)
Here's my favorite yogi - (nicknamed Yogi because a teammate thought he looked like one). Photo sent by a friend
in response to wonderful announcement below
(oh! what I wouldn't give
for a Mets yoga mat!):
Dear Marya,
In celebration of National Yoga Month, Pure Yoga will host Yoga Night at Citi Field on September 26! Arrive to practice a complimentary 45 minute yoga session. Citi Field, and the Mets game will follow at 7:10pm.
The first 100 to purchase tickets to the event will receive a New York Mets yoga mat.
Namaste,
Pure West
Take rest; a field that has rested gives a bountiful crop.
- Ovid
9.10.11
surrender
If your love letters are true dear God
I will surrender myself to
Who You keep saying
I
Am.
- Hafiz
Everything I've read this week resonated personally. More:
Develop the mind of equilibrium.
You will always be getting praise and blame,
but do not let either affect the poise of the mind:
follow the calmness, the absence of pride.
--The Buddha
Far or forgot to me is near;
Shadow and sunlight are the same;
The vanished gods to me appear;
And one to me are shame and fame.
--2nd Stanza from Emerson's Brahma
Below is the entire poem.
Brahma
If the red slayer think he slays,
Or if the slain think he is slain,
They know not well the subtle ways
I keep, and pass, and turn again.
Far or forgot to me is near;
Shadow and sunlight are the same;
The vanished gods to me appear;
And one to me are shame and fame.
They reckon ill who leave me out;
When me they fly, I am the wings;
I am the doubter and the doubt;
And I the hymn the Brahmin sings.
The strong gods pine for my abode,
And pine in vain the sacred Seven,
But thou, meek lover of the good!
Find me, and turn thy back on heaven.
--Ralph Waldo Emerson
Thank you Emerson! Hafiz, and the Buddha!
What a week! Lots of infusions of good energy.
C was here while Ch was visiting his sons. We got into some fun mischief and rearranged all the furniture in the living room. It looks fabulous - and Ch loves it.
Yoga with N & J - so pleased they are back - even though every muscle in my body is sore.
Lots of exciting changes at the U also. We'll see, we'll see...
A little birthday celebration for a friend at a new vegan restaurant - Plant. This is just plain delicious food - never mind that it has no animals or animal products in it. YAY!
Tomorrow 9/11/11 is 10th anniversary of the momentous Trade Towers' destruction. Feels ponderous. Gave sculpture 2 students assignment to do a piece related to it.
David Swenson workshop next week.
Then Atlanta for a little continuation celebration of my own.
Life is sweet.
Say it's so, Hafiz!
metta
8.27.11
yearning
the meetings meetings meetings
the afternoon calm and sunny
the density of mid semester
the cat cradled in my sleep
the uncertain index finger
the Mysore movement
the academic regalia
the Nadi Shodana
the slam of Irene
the arrival of C
the slash
the void
the lull
the art
the fear
the blank
the sore body
the daily pranayama
the diurnal dream state
the big black cat up a tree
the emptiness the form
the everyday
the ache
8.21.11
Aphrodite, peacocks, and shells
Glorious Aphrodite hosta in yard. They're the best of August blooms - smell like gardenias!
Pincha Mayurasana (feathered peacock!) - today working on this pose with a door (as wall) for possible support. It was closed but not securely - so when my legs kicked up - the door opened and YT did a flip. Fun (no harm done) - am close to holding it now - a strong arch in back is needed.
Binky playing on August 4.
Thanking Binky for a clarity and missing him. We are all shells, vehicles, vessels for energy and awareness. When the container ceases and disintegrates - the energy, continues. Humans, animals - all of us - our essences continue to manifest (elsewhere.) The energies of a departed one are found wherever we look.
As for Binky, keep thinking if there IS reincarnation (different from what's described above)- he'll be a very fair and calm king or CEO. After all, he was the Top Cat!
metta
8.11.11
Binky - 2010
Sylva, NC 8.1.11
 
Binky - 2008, 2010
Binky is gone. (8/4/11) He seemed happy even to the last day, playing with a string, vocally complaining a little, being very affectionate. For that we are grateful - and heartbroken. After AE, our wonderful guest, returned home, we buried Binky, and I left for a yoga workshop in Atlanta. C was left alone with a large absence, an awareness and an ache - that I am now feeling.
Physical disasters seem to go with emotional extremes - and on the first day of August, I sliced my index finger with our one and only sharp knife. Knew immediately it was bad - very bad. Bandaged and bound the wound, then finished fixing dinner with digit in the air. We ate, and C took me to ER in Sylva (see above picture - an amazing, warm evening.) It was a momentous week - A is a wise, smart, talented young woman. And an understanding one - very sensitive to our obsession, angst, and then grief over Binky.
7 stitches, several days, and a speeding ticket (on way to Atlanta) later, feeling impact - first with K's departure, mad frenzy of cleaning, A's visit, slashed finger, Binky's death, visit with J, impending start of semester, and truly intense (yoga) intensive. As for the last event - it was with certified Ashtangi Paul Dallaghan - (big blue, shining Irish eyes, and I am certain he chanted Latin in a past life just as he chants Sanskrit in this one!) His broque reminds me of our parish priest when I was little. Intimidating! Anyway - lots of pranayama - something new - with big effects.
And grateful for the awareness-expanding art collaboration. Here's part of how our "discussion" has evolved - as a result of D raising the issue of exhibiting at a gallery in NYC. Reply:
What I consider important (in life) is different from what I once felt - and exhibiting is part of that change. I think we are finding contentment in similar ways. The art-making process seems magical - spiritual is a better word and complete in itself. Exhibiting is great - but either way is fine. Another way of expressing it is - I have a sense that things (exhibiting included) will flow naturally and in a creative, perhaps unexpected and "perfect" way - without great effort.
Read somewhere the earth may have had more than one moon in the past. Wonder what that moon might have looked like.
Meetings start next week - and fall semester begins again -- as regular as a moonrise.
In Atlanta I had a dream: I carried a small wild cat (like an ocelot or catamount) with me everywhere. It was quiet, unafraid, and comfortable in my arms.
Dear Binky - though I have written of other things, my face is streaked with tears.
*
1.2
Yoga
is experienced
in that mind
which has
ceased
to identify itself
with its
vacillating waves
of perception.
1.3
When this happens,
the Seer is revealed
resting in its own essential nature
and one realizes
the True
Self.
Yoga Sutras of Pantanjali
7.26.11
Vern's Silver Birthday Spoon
(1909)
Happy Continuation Day, Vern.
Your loving energy still resonates.
***
Serious cleaning mode. Serious. Throwing stuff away.
Is it necessary? Non? Adieu!
Finding stuff. Serious. Keeping it.
Does it pull at my heart? Oui? Bienvenu!
Metta!
******
Four Types of Persons to develop loving-kindness towards:
• a respected, beloved person - such as a spiritual teacher;
• a dearly beloved - which could be a close family member or friend;
• a neutral person - somebody you know, but have no special feelings towards, e.g.: a person who serves you in a shop;
• a hostile person - someone you are currently having difficulty with.
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