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Tuesday, October 23, 2012

Always an Opportunity



 


Always an Opportunity for Isolation or Connection.


Driving home today there were 3 different scenarios going on as I drove south on St Francis:

(1)A man dressed in fatigues carrying his home on his back stopping on the side of the rode t
o adjust his cap and (perhaps) take a moment to breathe and renew his movement, acknowledging the heat of the 5pm sun.

(2)Supporters of the Libertarian party with shining faces holding placards reading "Vote Libertarian, Vote for Gary Johnson". I just found them all so beautiful in their conviction.

(3)Two young men, maybe late teens/early twenties standing at the stop light, dressed in black suits, both with some kind of shoulder bag crossing over their front chests, of their black suits, also standing there with strong conviction. What had they been doing all day...walking in the hot autumn sun?
 
So many stories happening...layer upon layer...simultaneously.

The brilliance of our spinning planet.
 

Thursday, October 18, 2012

Out of Memory



Out of memory.
We wish to hold the whole sky,
But we never will.

Computer Haiku from the Internet and a deep bow to 
Philip Tushio Sudo _/|\_

Wednesday, October 17, 2012

Faery Wise

 Faery dust is in order today. 
There comes a point during the day, oh around 4pm I'd say, where I just can't take anymore in, you know? My brain is fried and I have to get everything ready to make the daily bank deposit. I'm in my rhythm and then I'm interrupted, my balance is lost. There's no blame, it's just how I am and the other person has to interrupt because they need to finish the day and complete their thoughts. And then there I am...what?....what was I just doing...what did I say...is what I just said accurate? My capacity for multi-tasking has completed its circuit in my life. 
One thing...one task...at...a...time please.

It is only by letting go of all your defenses that you become invulnerable.~Brian Froud, The Faeries Oracle

Monday, October 8, 2012

A Lesson in Perception & Deep Listening




perception \per-‘sep-shen\n 1 : An act or result of perceiving  2 : awareness of one’s environment through physical sensation
3 : ability to understand : INSIGHT, COMPREHENSION   



an act or result of perceiving – when I am perceiving something, is it an experience wrapped within the perception of my experience?

awareness of one’s environment through physical sensation – I experience the power/sound of the ocean as it moves inside of me. I experience the quaking of aspen leaves through a physical sensation in the core of my solar plexus: me and the tree are one.

ability to understand - I take in the spiced scented jasmine blossom; I am sensing, perceiving and experiencing simultaneously.

What is perception? This is the question that has arisen for me this week in a writing class I’m taking over at Writing Our Way Home, titled, “Eastern Therapeutic Writing.” This week’s focus was creating our own koan or question; a self inquiry process. I’m thinking perception has something or everything to do with trust. I’m thinking perception has something or everything to do with intuition. I’m thinking perception has something or everything to do with not looking outside of ourselves for the answers. I know perception has something or everything to do with giving ourselves the authority to believe, once and for all, in our own inner voice. Everything to do with the power of the sound of our own voice and how it mingles with air as it penetrates the molecules.

I’ve been sitting with these thoughts/perceptions/experiences as I create my last post for Vision & Verb**. The journey never ends; it simply takes a different/new path.   I receive, I thank, I bow.

Terry Tempest Williams, in her new book, “When Women Were Birds: Fifty-Four Variations on Voice” says, “When we don’t listen to our intuition, we abandon our souls. And we abandon our souls because we are afraid if we don’t, others will abandon us. We’ve been raised to question what we know, to discount and discredit the authority of our gut. I want to know why. I regret whenever I abandon myself. But harboring regrets is making love to the past, and there is no movement here. It’s not the lips of a prince that will save us, but our own lips speaking.”

**Vision & Verb: A Global Gathering of Women


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