February 2011
1 post
April 2010
1 post
“You don’t have five different selves that you can keep separate. You have one...”
– Marcus Buckingham, Find Your Strongest Life
March 2010
5 posts
“separation isn’t time or distance
it’s the bridge between us
finer than silk...”
– Nazim Hikmet
“Sorrow is a river… and happiness is the name
of a fish who swims...”
– excerpted from “The Name of a Fish” by Faith Shearin, from The Owl Question
http://writersalmanac.publicradio.org/index.php?date=2010/03/18
“Fill your paper with the breathings of your heart…”
– William Wordsworth (via deadwriters)
September 2009
4 posts
Like A Dragon in Water →
Practice is not something we do; it is something we are. We are not separate from our practice, and so no matter what, our practice is present. An ocean swimmer is loose and flows with the current and moves through the tide. When tossed upside down in the surf, unable to discern which way is up and which way is down, the natural swimmer just lets go, breathing out, and follows the bubbles to the...
Almost!
such a difference one word can make:
klindbeck:
Almost trampled in the dusty gutter a songbird’s wing
August 2009
2 posts
By the light of the boon
The essence of the hero’s journey is that one returns with the boon: one boon, no more no less. The hero’s journey is a vision quest; the boon is the vision. The vision is not an altered-state vision of heaven and its inhabitants, but something much simpler and deeper than that—a clear vision of your own heart.
The paradox is that you were always already carrying the boon. It was always in your...
July 2009
36 posts
“Beautiful young people are accidents of nature, but beautiful old people are...”
– Eleanor Roosevelt
“We can make our minds
so like clear water
that beings gather around us,
that...”
– William Butler Yeats (via crashinglybeautiful) (via wildcat2030)
Ambient intimacy
I’ve been thinking the last few days about what microblogging is, and what makes it so compelling.
Even through twitter and tumblr are both ‘microblogs’, the longer I use the two the more different they seem to me.
Twitter’s form invites ongoing ‘vocal’ interaction. It’s easy there to listen deeply. and to respond from the heart to what one hears. And...
“Beauty seduces our brains to become extraordinarily generous in using the...”
– Spaceweaver in a comment responding to Beauty is a restless entity
“The evening stretches out beyond itself, and the hour, touched with eternity, is...”
– Juan Ramon Jimenez, from Platero and I
“It’s been said that the saddest thing a man will ever face is what might have...”
– Dan - Voiceover (One Tree Hill) (via kari-shma)
“You do not have to be good.
You do not have to walk on your knees
for a...”
– Mary Oliver, “Wild Geese” from Dream Work
what was a luminous moment in your week?
my sister
…nearly died today. She is in intensive care. I just found out a little while ago. Nothing to do tonight, except…
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“Words are like nets - we hope they’ll cover what we mean, but we know they...”
– Change of Heart by Jodi Picoult, 2008. (via darbyb)
dividedbythesea:
One riff does not a classic song make. Nor do a few clever lines constitute a coherent idea.
The inexhaustible ephemeral
Beauty is ephemeral.
Beauty depends on distinctions. Without distinctions it would be impossible to experience the harmony between this and this. Without distinctions there wouldn’t be a coherent whole.
But even as beauty pulls distinct bits together into a unity, those bits change (because everything changes). The particular whole which was created in one moment falls apart, to be replaced in...
“Being mindful is not about being in one’s head, just as meditation is not...”
– Jon Kabat-Zinn (as heard on Speaking of Faith)
“… the carefree play of streams and rocks”
– Guo Xi (via arthistorianh)
“ “The diversity of languages is not a diversity of signs and sounds, but a...”
– Wilhelm von Humboldt, 1820 via “Linguistic relativity “ (via amiquote) (via wildcat2030)
“The only real voyage of discovery consists not in seeing new landscapes, but in...”
– Marcel Proust
Oh me! Oh life!
mustardseedtrees:
Sometimes I get a line from a poem in my head… Sort of like how people get songs stuck in their heads…
Tonight it turned out to be a little Walt Whitman:
O me! O life! of the questions of these recurring, Of the endless trains of the faithless, of cities fill’d with the foolish, Of myself forever reproaching myself, (for who more foolish than I, and who...
klindbeck:
… And what happened to the sadness In the sadness too, radiance My translation of poem by Zelda in The Spectacular Difference, Hebrew with translations by Marcia Falk
mustardseedtrees:
My birthday is next week. People ask me what I want. Cash? Dinner? Gift Cards? All I really want is to spend one evening catching fire flies in a mason jar. Or maybe an afternoon barefoot in a creek catching crawdads. June was made for these things.
“Human vocabulary is still not capable, and probably never will be, of knowing,...”
– Jose Saramago (via artotemsco)
“It is the listener who creates the act of speech.”
– Aviviah Gottlieb Zornberg, from The particulars of rapture: reflections on Exodus