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What bird is this?The neck was blue like a heron, but otherwise...

Fri, 03 Aug 2012 13:22:13 -0500

What bird is this?

The neck was blue like a heron, but otherwise it looked like an egret. I’ve never seen another like this. If you know, leave a note.

the magic of snow in San Antonio

Mon, 07 Feb 2011 19:53:00 -0600

the magic of snow in San Antonio

"You don’t have five different selves that you can keep separate. You have one life. One mind. One..."

Tue, 06 Apr 2010 21:13:38 -0500

“You don’t have five different selves that you can keep separate. You have one life. One mind. One heart. One cup, if you will. Your challenge is not to separate one cup from another, erect boundaries between each, and then somehow balance them all. Your challenge is to move your life, tilt your life, intentionally imbalance your life toward those few specific moments that will fill your one cup”

- Marcus Buckingham, Find Your Strongest Life

"separation isn’t time or distance it’s the bridge between us finer than silk thread sharper than a..."

Tue, 23 Mar 2010 11:27:10 -0500

“separation isn’t time or distance
it’s the bridge between us
finer than silk thread sharper than a sword”

- Nazim Hikmet

Thu, 18 Mar 2010 16:19:00 -0500

"Sorrow is a river… and happiness is the name of a fish who swims downstream. We are..."

Thu, 18 Mar 2010 16:08:00 -0500

“

Sorrow is a river… and happiness is the name

of a fish who swims downstream.

We are learning to fish in the river

of sorrow

”

- 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…"

Thu, 11 Mar 2010 13:45:22 -0600

“Fill your paper with the breathings of your heart…”

- William Wordsworth (via deadwriters)

- Takashi, Heartbeat count of the earth

Thu, 11 Mar 2010 13:27:28 -0600

- Takashi, Heartbeat count of the earth

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Thu, 03 Sep 2009 21:33:38 -0500

Like A Dragon in Water

Thu, 03 Sep 2009 20:19:23 -0500

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 surface…

– Pat Enkyo O’Hara Roshi, from “Like a Dragon in Water,” Tricycle, Summer 2002

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Thu, 03 Sep 2009 19:58:20 -0500

Almost!

Thu, 03 Sep 2009 19:46:00 -0500

such a difference one word can make:

klindbeck:

Almost trampled
in the dusty gutter
a songbird’s wing

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Sat, 01 Aug 2009 21:29:59 -0500

By the light of the boon

Sat, 01 Aug 2009 18:07:41 -0500

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 heart. But now that you know you have it, the boon must be brought back into your ordinary life. It must be realized. That’s the meaning of bringing it back with you. It becomes your path, your guide, your way forward. At every fork where you must make a choice, the boon shines a light of clarity, and as you choose what it shows, it suffuses your life with meaning.

The hero’s journey is a journey deep into the deepest core of your own heart, at the end of which you come back and live what you found there with all your heart, for the rest of your days.

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Fri, 31 Jul 2009 00:02:57 -0500

"Beautiful young people are accidents of nature, but beautiful old people are works of art."

Thu, 30 Jul 2009 12:37:54 -0500

“Beautiful young people are accidents of nature, but beautiful old people are works of art.”

- Eleanor Roosevelt

"We can make our minds so like clear water that beings gather around us, that they might see their..."

Tue, 28 Jul 2009 23:10:09 -0500

“We can make our minds
so like clear water
that beings gather around us,
that they might see their own images,
and so live for a moment
with a clearer, perhaps even fiercer life
because of our quiet.”

- William Butler Yeats (via crashinglybeautiful) (via wildcat2030)

—Jillian Kulesa

Sat, 18 Jul 2009 21:59:00 -0500

—Jillian Kulesa

—Jack Hollingsworth

Sat, 18 Jul 2009 15:43:00 -0500

—Jack Hollingsworth

Ambient intimacy

Sat, 18 Jul 2009 15:37:55 -0500

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 the slices of life one hears there encourage those heartfelt responses.

Tumblr, in contrast, is more like sitting quietly together in the same room at the end of the day, each of us occupied in our own pursuits, and each occasionally looking over at what’s in the lap of the person at the other end of the couch. One’s thoughts are unbroken. It’s a more contemplative place.

Both are forms of ‘ambient intimacy’. I am thinking that’s a quality that’s probably inherent in microblogging platforms in their very nature. But just as there are wildly different forms of intimacy in off-computer life, so it seems there are different flavors of virtual intimacy, too.