"[My relationships were] like I was in these movies where the script was only half-written. When I’d get to the end of this half-script, the other actors wanted me to ad lib. But I had never gotten the hang of that. That’s why these movies were always box-office failures. Six of them in the past twenty years. I always blew the lines." ~ from my horrible first novel "Learn How To Pretend." (unpublished)(obviously)

Monday, December 31, 2012

The Only New Year’s Resolution You Need

The following is from Lynn Johnson's eponymous blog (lynnjohnson.org). It's pretty brilliant and I highly recommend it. Sorry, Lynn for not getting permission to repost here first.

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Repeat after me:

“In 2013, I resolve to love all the children of the world as if they are my own children.”
There you go.  You now have the only New Year’s Resolution you need.  You’re welcome.

When you look at a list of popular American New Year’s resolutions, I am sure you can relate to them.  Most of them have been on my list at least once.  And, the resolution I am offering you is not meant to replace any of these.  It’s meant to re-frame them.  Let me ask you: Why do we want to get fit and drink less and finally get our messy finances in order?  Too often, we make these resolutions for the reason - I am not a good enough person and this is the year when I will finally be a good person.  This is a sucky reason.  Plus, it’s not true.  You are already good enough.  I am already good enough.  And, as individuals, we are all doing the best we can.


What we are lacking is a connection to each other.  A collective sense of responsibility to each other.  And I argue that this lacking is making us feel much worse than the fact that we could recycle more than we do or that we haven’t yet quit smoking.  In fact, I argue that it is BECAUSE of this lacking that we are doing much of these “bad behaviors” in the first place.  We eat and drink and smoke and sit around in front of the TV for too many hours in the first place because we are sad and scared and having a hard time navigating this world that tells us we are not good enough.  We do these things because it is so difficult to find ways to come and be and work and play together.  Although personal resolve and self control are important, I argue that it is in our coming together that we will find our true strength.

So, here is the re-framing.  Whether you are actually a parent or not, when you resolve to love all the children of the world as if they are your own children, you create and renovate connections to others in real, deep, and meaningful ways.  Your resolutions start to develop a greater purpose because they are aligned with this greater mission – this mission to make choices based on the love and collective responsibility we all have to care for the most precious and vulnerable among us.  Suddenly, “Get a better job” becomes “Use my talents to make a positive contribution to this society.”  ”Manage Stress” becomes “Practice mindfulness to be conscious of the quality of energy I bring into any situation.”  And “Lose Weight” becomes “Be the model of healthy eating and physical activity that I wish for the children I love.”

The one thing we all have in common is that we have all been children.  We all understand what children need to be happy and to be cared for.  Unfortunately, many of us did not receive what we needed as children.  And I am so sorry about that.  But, as adults, no matter what happened to us as children, we can make the choice to take responsibility for the children who are coming up after us.  Let’s face it.  We have survived the end of the world.  Now, it’s time to re-build it.  You are already a good enough person.  You just need the rest of us to have your back.  You can do it.  I can do it.  Let’s do it for our children.

Turning an Insult into an Opportunity for Love


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Read the associated article at Positively Positive.

Quote of the Day

"Sit, be still, and listen, because you're drunk and we're at the edge of the roof."
~Rumi

Saturday, December 29, 2012

And I Quote ~ Rumi

"O you who can see into your own heart,
What a day,
This is your day." 

~Rumi

Who is I?


Friday, December 28, 2012

Quote of the week

“To love another person is to see the face of God.”
― Victor Hugo, Les Misérables

Occupied Cascadia


Occupied Cascadia Trailer from Cascadia Matters on Vimeo.

'Occupied Cascadia' is a documentary film exploring the emerging concept of bioregionalism throughout the Pacific Northwest. Cascadia is best defined by the rhythms that encompass this life-place and is located on the northeast Pacific Rim. Historically, the diverse voices throughout this land have paved the way for many social movements.

With resource wars upon us, governments are more oppressive than ever, global economies are destabilizing, corporations and media are continually dividing us and most seem to have some notion of an imminent collapse on the horizon. Are the people of this region forging a new path?

We feel we have captured the essence of an emerging culture and movement. It also appears that this type of movement is bridging the gap away from fundamentalism towards our commonalities. What changes must we really make in order to provide for future generations, including the natural world? Explore these concepts and more.
This film was Co-directed and Co-produced by Devin Hess and Mel Sweet, self-taught photographers now transitioning to independent film making.

All music was recorded and produced by Hassan Ali Estakhrian at hassanalimusic.com.
To find out more about Cascadia and this film please visit cascadiamatters.org.

Jan 3, 2011 Freewrite….

Just write it, she said just write it down write down the bones and so I have to do just that and not think about it. It’s a Zen thing, she said, a practice so to speak. But I’m not seeing the key us there is just words spilling out that are not spelled right and this means I’ am thinking too much about it.
What is the fear? What is the state? On one hand I’m being asked to become a revolutionary and on the other I’m called to resist falling in the trap of nationhood and citizenry. To which should I respond? Both are valid paths I think. And so I shell prepare for both prepare for revolution with wisdom and compassion and love and HEALTH!! I shall study and tune and tone and prepare. I wonder what Zizek’s book has to say about it all? Of course he is a communist, so that will color his thoughts. Rall’s book is fascinating. And here I sit writing. I wonder what my dad would say dad out it all? What so what the fuck do I say to Rita? Who the hell knows? I’m tired of anger and it seems the path of revolutionary that is being requested is not one of happiness and compassion. Rall notes it will take years for change to happen. Maybe even a century. So to what end so we fight? To what end so I as a Canadian push against this system here first I must lean control.

Thursday, December 27, 2012

ego


 



I long to escape the prison of my ego
and lose myself in you.


~ Rumi

Suffering


More from Lisa Cairn.

The Joy of Not Knowing

Something in Lisa's words resonates with me. She's pretty , and that is distracting. I suggest listening to her words and not watching.

Who are you?


Tuesday, December 25, 2012

Yorskshire Pudding

 

Yorkshire Pudding. My first time making it. Came out pretty good, but could have used more salt and other seasonings. We used to put Green Chile in it.

Go inward

 "If I go inward enough – beyond my manifestations, beneath my need to be right, first, perfect, and desired—I may one day get a taste of who I really am. When I can begin to see a truer quality of my own being, I can then understand my real place in the world. I can start to understand the meaning and purpose of my existence. Why am I here? What is my dharma? In this way I hope to conquer death, but not by way of my petty self-interested concerns. In fact, such pettiness will hasten the death of my real self. I must work arduously to build a bridge between my inner and outer worlds in order to make a mark upon the world that will in some small way contribute to the prevalence of a more compassionate world for the generations that follow. It is in this way I hope to know eternal life."

~ David Ulrich

Who are you?

“Each man had only one genuine vocation – to find the way to himself…. His task was to discover his own destiny – not an arbitrary one – and to live it out wholly and resolutely within himself. Everything else was only a would-be existence, an attempt at evasion, a flight back to the ideals of the masses, conformity and fear of one’s own inwardness.” 

-Herman Hesse, from The Magister Ludi

Christmas Presence

A wonderful thought for the day, the season, and for the coming year from Tracy Cochrane's blog. I've stolen the entire thing, so please visit Tracey's blog often and help eliminate my bad karma :~)

Up before dawn on Christmas Eve, writing this by a lighted Christmas tree, I marvel at the expectant hush in the air.  I still feel that something miraculous and unexpected is coming, and it has nothing to do with the presents under the tree.   Conditioned since babyhood to expect wonders on Christmas—and presents, special baked goods, and a wonderful suspension of the usual rules and that adult state of distraction, that buzzing busyness and keeping things rolling—I still sense that something miraculous is coming.   I sense that we are meant to glimpse, to touch, to receive something beyond conditioning, beyond our common capacity for delusion, for making hologram worlds in our minds.
There is something beyond us waiting to be received by us.  We have been seeking it all our lives, and it is right here, right now, hovering above us, surrounding us, in the depths of us.  I call it Christmas presence.  Besides our own capacity for distraction—not just by the sounds or the siren call of the screens in our lives but by hope of praise and fear of blame and the spin-off worries and ways we get worked up in this world—we inherit an ability to touch and listen and see and yearn for what is beyond this self-enclosed world.  Along with a body and brain that passed to us from distant ancestors who noted the darkest day of the year and then the return of the sun, came the capacity to be still, to keep watch.
We can think of presence in a very down-to-earth way.  It is the way we are when we walk in the woods, alert, open to our surroundings, responsive to what might arise.   “Sati,” the Pali word for mindfulness literally means to remember.  In a state of open, responsive attentiveness, we are re-membered or re-collected, heart and body and mind all present—think of the shepherds keeping watch in the fields.  Presence is also something very exalted, something that comes in great stillness (since I’ve brought up the shepherds, I may as well add that “Silent Night” has a coded meaning for me).    Presence is a great force of love, a light of awareness that reaches down to us—reminding us know that we are remembered in a much vaster world than our brain-sized world, assuring us that as improbable it sounds, we are meant to be part of a greater whole.
Presence also has a quality of forgiveness, an open, responsive, loving acceptance that delivers us from the cruelty of our own judgments, resentments, guilt, all that is unresolved in our lives–and we humans all carry such things, and to be cut off from a sense of being part of a greater, moving whole is to be haunted by the sense that we aren’t really fully living the life we are meant to be living (not that we don’t have bright spots, cherished memories).
A wonderful thing about presence is that it can be practiced right now in the down-to-earth form—and even (especially) if you don’t feel at all wonderful.   We can practice giving open, responsive attention—and heaven knows what we may receive. Think of those shepherds keeping watch in the field.  Think of them being mindful, open to the unexpected that might arise, ready to respond to anything that might threaten the flock.  And then came the unexpected….

Saturday, December 22, 2012

Quote of the day


From the Rumi Facebook page.




When I am silent, I fall into that place where everything is music.
~ Rumi

Wednesday, December 19, 2012

Tips for meditation by someone who is not me


the sacrament of play-doh spaghetti

Prayer means we're invited out of the metallic self-obsessed isolation, which is hell, into the warmth of union, of Goodness, of vitality, and playfulness, and I'm like, "Look, can I get back to You on this?"

Left to my own devices, I love my obsessive isolation. I get a lot more done. But luckily I am not left to my own devices. i have you, in the Martin Buber sense of the word "you"--Thou. The sacred other. You start throwing a bunch of messy love moments from friends and loving goofball strangers into my day, and the whole system threatens to collapse. All of a sudden, I go from the trance of Forward Thrust, wearing the armor of busyness and achievement and stature, to finding myself on the floor with Jax's fiancee, making play-doh spagetti. Or settling in with some very old photos of my family, when here I set out to organize the garage. Or wanting to call a man I fired six months ago, who had put in a new tile floor but jacked up the price, and inviting him to christmas breakfast in 6 days with my beloved riff-raff.

He used to BE beloved riff-raff. Then he crossed me. And now I had a hard dead spot in my heart, and today I think I might just postpone decorating the Christmas tree--creating light in these cold dark days of Advent and Newtown--until after I clean up the mess in my heart where I harbor resentment. God has helped me miss him.

Someone once famously said that holding onto resentment is like drinking rat poison and then waiting for the rat to die.

So that is my new, revised, not-left-to-my-own-devices plan for the day. It will make me WAY more vulnerable than I had planned. But I know it is what God would want if She were standing right here in her best hat, like our oldest church ladies. She would say, "Oh, tiny princess. Stop being such a big whiny baby. Forgive Joel. ask that he forgive you. You are both here for giveness. For the purpose of giveness. Get a grip, Hon."

What if my contribution to peace in this shattered scary sad world was to do this brave holy thing today? I am pretty sure this earth is secretly Forgiveness School. We ask purselves, Would you rather be right, or happy? If we want to be happy, we have to forgive, one person at a time. But then we get to feel the Light again, a lightness; and practice radical playfulness in the face of tragedy. so that is what I'll do: forgive Joel, ask for forgiveness from him, and then (worst of all) forgive myself for being such as asshat. Then I'll decorate the tree, add light to this joint! and then, and only then, I'll get on the floor for the sacrament of play-doh spaghetti.
~Anne Lamott from her facebook page

Tuesday, December 18, 2012

Sundress


Honesty



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I love this cartoon. I mean I love XKCD overall and I get  most of the strips. But this particular one really got to me. It's not really funny in the way, say, that the "My Hobby" ones are. It's one of those, funny because it's true things. You don't write a strip like this one unless you feel that way. You don't just make up those feelings.

I don't know. Maybe most people aren't really like that, feeling confused and scared and like they are trying really hard all the time. But I am. And from this strip, I'm guessing I'm not the only one.

I guess the real humor in this comes in the punch-line, "Too honest." Like the "TMI" we get when sharing the details of, for instance, bodily functions, the sharing of how we are really feeling -- the sharing of honesty -- is akin to public indecency. To bare the shitty state of our souls is like dropping trou in the middle of an intersection or, some might..... yeah.... there was a three hour pause inbetween begining that sentence and the ellipsis. No clue where I was going.

Tracy Cochrane: Bigger Than We Think We Are

This essay excerpt comes from Tracy Cochrane who is, among other things, executive editor at Parabola magazine. Please check out the full story on her website.

We tend to see ourselves as fixed, static, small, but deep down we know that we are not at all fixed but made of energy that is in movement, tethered to a greater truth, a much greater whole, drawing it down to us. We realize this in love and in loss—the invisible presence of a loved one painfully apparent in absence.  We marvel at the size and quality of this energy field (it’s hard to know what to call it). An enormous hole looms open in the atmosphere, much larger and more indescribable than the physical person we knew.  I have sensed this since last Thursday, when my 93-year-old father, Paul Cochran, died peacefully.   And Friday, when in a nearby town so many small and innocent children died violently, along with the brave educators who died trying to save them.

On Sunday, my local mediation group sat in a circle and shared stories of loss and grief and the compassion that followed (or didn’t follow).  We all had wisdom to share. A friend remembered being asked if her old mother’s death was sudden.  “Yes, it was: one moment she was alive and the next she was dead.”  One minute she was in the seemingly manageable world of the known, the next moment she slipped into the unknown.  One moment life seems manageable, even routine.  The next moment we are surrounded by mystery.

And sometimes what we must confront is incomprehensible.  Another friend in our circle told us he worked with several parents who had children in that school in Newtown.  Breaking down in sobs, he told us he knew a mother who lost a little boy.  “It seems so senseless, “he said.  “What do you say?  The best I could think of is that millions of people are reaching out to you with compassion now.”

Read the rest of this extremely wonderful essay at Tracy Cochrane's website

Sunday, December 16, 2012

And I Quote ~ John Lennon

"There are two basic motivating forces: fear and love. When we are afraid, we pull back from life. When we are in love, we open to all that life has to offer with passion, excitement, and acceptance. We need to learn to love ourselves first, in all our glory and our imperfections. If we cannot love ourselves, we cannot fully open to our ability to love others or our potential to create. Evolution and all hopes for a better world rest in the fearlessness and open-hearted vision of people who embrace life." 

~ John Lennon

Awaken....


Right living required

I came across this 37 year-old quote yesterday. It couldn't be more timely. 

Writing in 1976, social psychologist Erich Fromm wrote that:

The need for profound human change emerges not only as an ethical or religious demand, not only as a psychological demand arising from the pathogenic nature of our present social character, but also as a condition for the sheer survival of the human race. Right living is no longer only the fulfillment of an ethical or religious demand. For the first time in history the physical survival of the human race depends on a radical change of the human heart. However, a change of the human heart is possible only to the extent that drastic economic and social changes occur that give the human heart the chance for change and the courage and vision to achieve it.

~Erich Fromm, "To Have Or To Be?"

And I Quote ~ Carl Jung

"Believe me: It is no teaching and no instruction that I give you. On what basis should I presume to teach you? I give you news of the way of this man, but not of your own way. My path is not your path, therefore I cannot teach you. The way is within us, but not in Gods, nor in teachings, nor in laws. Within us is the way, the truth, and the life.

Woe betide those who live by way of examples! Life is not with them. If you live according to an example, you thus live the life of that example, but who should live your own life if not yourself? So live yourselves.

The signposts have fallen, unblazed trails lie before us. Do not be greedy to gobble up the fruits of foreign fields. Do you not know that you yourselves are the fertile acre which bears everything that avails you?

Yet who today knows this? Who knows the way to the eternally fruitful climes of the soul? You seek the way through mere appearances, you study books and give ear to all kinds of opinion. What good is all that?


There is only one way and that is your way.

You seek the path? I warn you away from my own. It can also be the wrong way for you.

May each go his own way.


I will be no savior, no lawgiver, no master teacher unto you. You are no longer little children.


Giving laws, wanting improvements, making things easier, has all become wrong and evil. May each one seek out his own way. The way leads to mutual love in community. Men will come to see and feel the similarity and commonality of their ways.


Laws and teachings held in common compel people to solitude, so that they may escape the pressure of undesirable contact, but solitude makes people hostile and venomous.


Therefore give people dignity and let each of them stand apart, so that each may find his own fellowship and love it.

Power stands against power, contempt against contempt, love against love. Give humanity dignity, and trust that life will find the better way.

The one eye of the Godhead is blind, the one ear of the Godhead is deaf, the order of its being is crossed by chaos.
So be patient with the crippledness of the world and do not overvalue its consummate beauty."

- Dr. Carl Jung, Red Book

Mindful Walking. How to walk like a cat, with Paul Read.

I am beautiful, girls


Read the rest of this wonderful piece at the Last Mom On Earth blog
I've started telling my girls that I think I'm beautiful.

It's been so easy to tell them how beautiful THEY are, because it's obvious.  They are the thing beauty is made of.  They are the reason we started worshiping beauty.  They are milky and porcelain with dark eyes that see right through you.  They sparkle and dance.  When they're sleeping, they turn into soft cloud babies, little perfect tufts of white on the moonlight.

There are a lot of people like me.  Women who know things.  Women who have seen things.  Women with diseases in their livers.  There are a lot of women with scars on their arms and words that carry themselves like sparrows.   There are women who were too big for this town, who had their backs bent carrying things like religion and a history that originated somewhere in the crook of a branch that extended over a stream.  A place where a patch of the sky was visible through the leaves, where a little girl let her bare leg dangle too far down.

There are a lot of people like me, because we're all the same.  We're all blood and electricity.  We're lonely under the gaze of god.  We're all wet with dew and swallowing hard against DO THIS, CONSUME, SHUT UP and BE AFRAID to die.

All of you women with lines on your brow, with cracks between your fingers... it's been a long winter.  All of you, you are beautiful and so am I.

The thing is, my children are perfect.  I am the grown up, so I'm supposed to show them everything about life.  When they wake up in the morning, though, I stare at them and they're new.  They teach me everything.  They are babies and they teach me what it means to be a person.  It's easy to see that they're beautiful.

I am slow and I am tired.  I am round and sagging. I am harried.  I am sexless.  I am getting older.

Read the rest of this wonderful piece at the Last Mom On Earth blog 




Quote

Saturday, December 15, 2012

And I Quote ~ Mark Nepo

This is from a fantastic book. Wonderfully poetic and insightful. Nice bite-sized book of days type entries. My yoga teacher reads from this during Shavasana. You can click the link just below and go straight to Amazon, or you can help me by going through the Amazon link on the side of the page.

When We Speak

~ Mark Nepo from “The Book of Awakening.”


I have only now realized that something endless has broken ground in me, and I have no choice but to live and love until it grows in me like a tree.


I met an old man at a gathering, and when everyone went on their way, he leaned into the hushed space between us and talked to me as if we were trees. Scratching his chin, he said, “We start out thin and green, and each time the sky grows dark, we think we will break, but the downpour makes us grow, though never straight, always twisting for the light, and, strangely, the more we reach above the earth, the deeper something in us fingers its way down, and it is this – our unseen fingers reaching for the core – that keeps us from blowing away. Now there is not more running and very little swaying, and up till now, there have been many languages, though none that could be heard, just a creak at dawn and a moan at night, and sooner or later, we are brought down. It doesn’t matter how. We are undone. But stacked we burn, and here the poetry rises from us, leaving wisdom in the ash.”


Then, he left. I wasn’t sure what had happened, but I think his story had to do with humility and with how all that we experience is really kindling for when we truly speak. Somehow we grow through all the things that seem so dark, and with each season, our roots thicken and deepen and spread to bear our weight of living in the world.


But what is the “being brought down,” the “being undone”? Perhaps after losing a rib and gaining my life, I can, when set aflame by the moment at hand, cough up some cinder of what it means to live off truth.


Experience, it seems, wants to burn out of us, and whether what comes out is intelligent or pretty, the purpose of all fire is to light and warm. Perhaps as the farmer on the edge of winder must gather wood to make it to spring, we must gather our experience and set it ablaze to keep our lifeblood healthy and warm.

Friday, December 14, 2012

My heart goes out the families of victims of the Sandy Hook Elementary School shooting. I am so, so sorry for your losses.


Thursday, December 13, 2012

:~)

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Change

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From Earth Story

Quote of the Day

I've always like Lewis's analogy here -- and his point. We are too easily pleased.

"We are half-hearted creatures, fooling about with drink and sex and ambition when infinite joy is offered us, like an ignorant child who wants to go on making mud pies in a slum because he cannot imagine what is meant by the offer of a holiday at the sea. We are far too easily pleased."
~ C.S. Lewis in The Weight of Glory

Fantasy

"The habit of exiting, of escaping into thoughts and daydreams is a common occurrence. In fact, fantasy is where we spend most of our time. The Zen teacher Charlotte Joko Beck called these flights of fancy "the substitute life."
Of course, we don't have to be meditating for the mind to wander off to this substitute life. We can be listening to someone talking and mentally just depart. The person
is right in front of us, but we're on the beach at Waikiki. The main way we depart is by keeping up a running internal commentary on what's going and what we're feeling 'like this, I don't like that, I"m hot, I'm cold', and so on. In fact, we can become so caught up in this internal dialogue that the people around us become invisible. An important part of meditation practice, therefore, is to non-aggressively drop that ongoing conversation in our head and joyfully come back to the present, being present in the body, being present in the mind, not envisioning the future or reliving the past, but, if only briefly, showing up for this very moment."

(From Pema's book Living Beautifully with Uncertainty and Change.)

Zen Story: Heaven and Hell

Hakuin, the fiery and intensely dynamic Zen master, was once visited by a samurai warrior.

   “I want to know about heaven and hell,” said the samurai. “Do they really exist?” he asked Hakuin.
   Hakuin looked at the soldier and asked, “Who are you?”


   “I am a samurai,” announced the proud warrior.


   “Ha!” exclaimed Hakuin. “What makes you think you can understand such insightful things? You are merely a callous, brutish soldier! Go away and do not waste my time with your foolish questions,” Hakuin said, waving his hand to drive away the samurai.


   The enraged samurai couldn’t take Hakuin’s insults. He drew his sword, readied for the kill, when Hakuin calmly retorted, “This is hell.”


   The soldier was taken aback. His face softened. Humbled by the wisdom of Hakuin, he put away his sword and bowed before the Zen Master.


   “And this is heaven,” Hakuin stated, just as calmly.

Place of the Day

T. Enami (江南 信國, Enami Nobukuni, 1859 – 1929), With thanks to firsttimeuser.

Monday, December 10, 2012

Quote of the Day

Older people getting high?

It's funny that this seems to be shocking. The people in the "geriatric" category here (over 50) are people who were all smoking pot in their teens. They are the ones who've been fighting for legalization all these years.




Beet Kvass




Beet Kvass. Click this for the recipe.


Check it out. I haven't decided if I'd like this or not. I'm sort of tempted to try since it's so easy to make. I just need a jar. Well, and some beets.

Quote

Well.... it i s what it is

Sunday, December 09, 2012

"Each cooks his/her own soul food. And sometime we like to say, 'guess what I just ate?'"
~Michael Simon

Love that brain!

Place

Earth Story

Jada Pinkett Smith on the status of men and women. Outstanding stuff.

 
“The War on Men Through the Degradation of Woman” - "How is man to recognize his full self, his full power through the eye’s of an incomplete woman? The woman who has been stripped of Goddess recognition and diminished to a big ass and full breast for physical comfort only. The woman who has been silenced so she may forget her spiritual essence because her words stir too much thought outside of the pleasure space. The woman who has been diminished to covering all that rots inside of her with weaves and red bottom shoes.

I am sure the men, who restructured our societies from cultures that honored woman, had no idea of the outcome. They had no idea that eventually, even men would render themselves empty and longing for meaning, depth and connection.

There is a deep sadness when I witness a man that can’t recognize the emptiness he feels when he objectifies himself as a bank and truly believes he can buy love with things and status. It is painful to witness the betrayal when a woman takes him up on that offer.

He doesn’t recognize that the [creation] of a half woman has contributed to his repressed anger and frustration of feeling he is not enough. He then may love no woman or keep many half women as his prize.

He doesn’t recognize that it’s his submersion in the imbalanced warrior culture, where violence is the means of getting respect and power, as the reason he can break the face of the woman who bore him 4 four children.

When woman is lost, so is man. The truth is, woman is the window to a man’s heart and a man’s heart is the gateway to his soul.

Power and control will NEVER out weigh love.

May we all find our way.

~ Jada Pinkett-Smith, Sinuous Magazine (http://www.sinuousmag.com/)

Balance

I want neither the sweetness of honey, nor the sting of bees.
~Sappho

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~Rick

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Aspen, Colorado • Earth Story

Saturday, December 08, 2012

Value


 



One of the most profound things I've read in a while. I'll have to revisit this sometime soon.

A little nature along with a rousing little ditty of a soundtrack

I'm removing this video from embed status. It's a great one, you SHOULD view it. It's just that it starts automatically when the page loads, and I hate that....

View the video here.

Flights departing on the hour....

 

And you? When will you begin your long journey into yourself?
 ~Rumi

Joy Now!

"Don’t postpone joy until you have learned all of your lessons. Joy is your lesson"
 - Alan Cohen

Place

Saxony, Germany. Earth Story

Thursday, December 06, 2012

Five Minutes


You go, boiiii


"I was recently told of an African tribe that does the most beautiful thing.

When someone does something hurtful and wrong, they take the person to the center of town, and the entire tribe comes and surrounds him. For two days they’ll tell the man every good thing he has ever done.

The tribe believes that every human being comes into the world as GOOD, each of us desiring safety, love, peace, happiness.

But sometimes in the pursuit of those things people make mistakes. The community sees misdeeds as a cry for help.

They band together for the sake of their fellow man to hold him up, to reconnect him with his true Nature, to remind him who he really is, until he fully remembers the truth from which he'd temporarily been disconnected: "I AM GOOD".

- Anon

Happy Christmas


Normalcy?

Nobody realizes that some people expend
tremendous energy merely to be normal.

 ~Albert Camus

Wednesday, December 05, 2012

Results not guaranteed

Read 'em and weep

Puppy Love

The Best

"The best love is the one who makes you a better person, without changing you into someone other than yourself. Just be you." 
~ Dr. Gayle Joplin Hall

RE-RePOST: Screw your comfort zone

I felt a need to be reminded of this today so I'm reposting it. It also ties nicely into that Joseph Campbell quote I posted about the Call to Adventure.

"This moving away from comfort and security, this stepping out into what is unknown, uncharted and shaky -that's called liberation."

Arrghghgh!! I don't want so much change!

 

The Call to Adventure is the point in a person's life when they are first given notice that everything is going to change, whether they know it or not.

– The Hero's Journey

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Monomyth

Ecstasy as PTSD Treatment?

Monday, December 03, 2012

Fear

“The most terrifying thing is to accept oneself completely.”

~ C.G. Jung

Alan Watts - Tribute to Carl Jung



Find it within

 

"Self-hatred is such a sad way to travel on this journey. My wish for everyone is to find the love within, and believe in yourself. We can never truly love another without giving ourselves that precious gift first. ♥ ♥"
~Danielle from Soul on Fire~

Consistent Ethic of Life


Slainte Mhor!


Happy St. Andrew's Day
from your host,
Rick MacFarlane Faber

Advice from Joe Campbell

"You must have a room, or a certain hour or so a day, where you don’t know what was in the newspapers that morning, you don’t know who your friends are, you don’t know what you owe anybody, you don’t know what anybody owes to you. This is a place where you can simply experience and bring forth what you are and what you might be. This is the place of creative incubation. At first you may find that nothing happens there. But if you have a sacred place and use it, something eventually will happen."
–Joseph Campbell

You know what's REALLY amazing?



From the wonderfully thoughtful and important Parabola Magazine


 


What is it to be admitted to a museum, to see a myriad of particular things, compared with being shown some star’s surface, some hard matter in its home! I stand in awe of my body, this matter to which I am bound has become so strange to me…Talk of mysteries!–Think of our life in nature,–daily to be shown matter, to come in contact with it, rocks, trees, wind on our cheeks! The solid earth! The actual world! The common sense! Contact! Contact! Who are we? Where are we?
—Henry David Thoreau

Painting: Claude Monet, The Avenue, 1878. http://tmblr.co/ZjYlFyYcuQg_

I did good

Quote of the Week

This reminds me of a quote I posted earlier by Thich Nhat Hanh -- I'll have to dig it up.
 

"People sometimes get in 

the habit of being loyal 

to a mistake." 


- Richard Russo, Mohawk


Oh, that would be this one:
“People have a hard time letting go of their suffering.
Out of a fear of the unknown, they prefer suffering
that is familiar.”
  –Thich Nhat Hanh

How to Live Without Irony. By CHRISTY WAMPOLE

This is an excerpt of a fascinating article from the New York Times online Opinion page.
Read the complete article here.

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If irony is the ethos of our age — and it is — then the hipster is our archetype of ironic living.


The hipster haunts every city street and university town. Manifesting a nostalgia for times he never lived himself, this contemporary urban harlequin appropriates outmoded fashions (the mustache, the tiny shorts), mechanisms (fixed-gear bicycles, portable record players) and hobbies (home brewing, playing trombone). He harvests awkwardness and self-consciousness. Before he makes any choice, he has proceeded through several stages of self-scrutiny. The hipster is a scholar of social forms, a student of cool. He studies relentlessly, foraging for what has yet to be found by the mainstream. He is a walking citation; his clothes refer to much more than themselves. He tries to negotiate the age-old problem of individuality, not with concepts, but with material things.


He is an easy target for mockery. However, scoffing at the hipster is only a diluted form of his own affliction. He is merely a symptom and the most extreme manifestation of ironic living. For many Americans born in the 1980s and 1990s — members of Generation Y, or Millennials — particularly middle-class Caucasians, irony is the primary mode with which daily life is dealt. One need only dwell in public space, virtual or concrete, to see how pervasive this phenomenon has become. Advertising, politics, fashion, television: almost every category of contemporary reality exhibits this will to irony.

Read the rest at NYTimes.com

© 2012 The New York Times Company

Sunday, December 02, 2012

That's me!

Invalid, your excuse is


Never Quit

From Earth Story on facebook

"There's nothing more beautiful than the way the ocean refuses to stop kissing the shoreline no matter how many times it's sent away."

‎Wild Geese

You do not have to be good.
You do not have to walk on your knees
For a hundred miles through the desert, repenting.
You only have to let the soft animal of your body
love what it loves.
Tell me about despair, yours, and I will tell you mine.
Meanwhile the world goes on.
Meanwhile the sun and the clear pebbles of the rain
are moving across the landscapes,
over the prairies and the deep trees,
the mountains and the rivers.
Meanwhile the wild geese, high in the clean blue air,
are heading home again.
Whoever you are, no matter how lonely,
the world offers itself to your imagination,
calls to you like the wild geese, harsh and exciting --
over and over announcing your place
in the family of things.

- Mary Oliver

Independance

~ Jonathan Meades

Good vibes

My friend, Nicole, posted this on Facebook today. I thought it was quite lovely. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
"I was stricken with the oddest thing today... I went outside and the sky is as blue as the ocean is wide, the air is crisp, the sun is warm, and I finally heard the bell of the universe telling me what to do with my life... and right upside my head was a joy that was so pure and weightless it left me breathlessly giddy. I shouted down the street to the neighbor and we both tossed our hands up in the air to celebrate the beauty of the moment (nope, no joke, we are a brand of weird folk in the Q). I'm still grinning as I think about it. If I could bottle this feeling and sip on it for the rest of the year, well... no. I wouldn't. Because if I had it all the time, it wouldn't taste nearly as sweet or feel nearly as glorious. I'll treasure it is what I'll do and hopefully be just as open to hearing the whisper of joy that seems to constantly ride beside us when we only choose to listen."
~ Nicole Gramlich

World Within Our Own




Place

Place of the Day

From Earth Story
This photo is eerily metaphoric for how I have felt the past few days.

Saturday, December 01, 2012

Note to a friend

Dear A+++


I should clarify what I meant when I said “things will get better.” I wasn’t just saying it to be nice. What I meant to say is that “things CAN get better.” You’ve said it for so long, that it is a matter of US changing, not I+++++ (though that would certainly help.)
In the last few months – especially this last one – I’ve found long times of overwhelming peace, forgiveness, and non-judgement. I’m able (most of the time) to look at those around me with compassion and understanding and forgiveness. I’ve been able to stop myself when undesirable thoughts and reactions come up and ask myself where they are coming from. Are they legit? Mostly, they’re not. 
Working with Dr. T+++++ has helped. My short Tour of Duty with AA helped some too. But mostly it’s been a matter of examining my life, working on my issues and understanding which ones I need to change, but also which ones are neither good nor bad, but just part of my personality. It was hard, but it was also an awakening of sort that ended up in self-forgiveness, self-acceptance, and self-love.
I’m not trying to tell you to “just get better,” or “Just get over it.” I understand where you are standing and that struggle you are facing regarding I++++. I’m just saying that it is possible to find peace amidst your/our situation.  You expressed two scenarios: One, that I++++ comes home and destroys the peace in your home. Or Two, that he doesn’t ever come home, and you feel like shit about it. I think there are two more scenarios. They are the same as above, but add “and you accept it and forgive yourself and him,” to the end. I know you don’t like these clever sayings, but I’ve found that Forgiveness really IS giving up hope in a better past. Like you said, the change needs to be in us.
In the same way we thought the grief we felt after our dads died would never end, but did, the same will happen here. Things can get better and, ultimately, I believe, they will get better.
That's all I got :~)