Friday, February 12, 2010
Life is nothing more, nothing less, so I'm trying to use 'em well, 'cause that's all I've got!
This film is poignant in places and shocking in others...just like life.
Check it out:
Monday, February 08, 2010
This morning, as I move into this day, I'm right on the edge of being seriously discouraged by my recent lack of care of this body for which I'm the steward. It's so easy for me to just go into "I give up!" "I'm not worthy!" "I'm such a slug!" etc., etc., ad naseum. But that's SUCH an old tune...and so unworthy of me.
Then I opened today's "The Golden Present: Daily Readings by Sri Swami Satchidananda" and BAM! there it is...so timely...so RIGHT. simple wisdom, nothing new, but obviously something I needed to hear YET AGAIN in this very moment...just get up, dust myself off, and trudge on ahead, doing my best today to make better choices.
I must admit I was a little ashamed as I read about not making the same mistake over-and-over...but ultimately encouraged that, yes, I can and will learn even from IT! The big lesson for me of loving self-care is that it is a life-time undertaking...I've come a long ways and, though I have a long ways to go, I'll continue the journey with you ALL, holding hands, baby-step by baby-step, since it's the journey we're on together, to optimal health and self-care!
YOU LEARN EVEN FASTER
If you make mistakes it doesn't matter. Make mistakes and learn. The best teachers are your own mistakes. You learn even faster by your mistakes. Once I was at a conference with the great modern scientist Buckminster Fuller. He stood up and said, "Friends, forget about all the `Do this. Don't do that' business. Commit as many mistakes as possible, as soon as possible. You'll become great!"
It's true. Every failure is a stepping stone. Remember, though, that you can't use the same stone for each step. Every step should be on a new stone. That means you shouldn't keep on making the same mistakes. Learn well from each one. The problem with many people is that they commit the same mistake over and over. Even so, they will eventually learn from that mistake and move on. Experience is the best teacher.
Om Shanthi, Shanthi, Shanthi
Sri Swami Satchidananda
Friday, February 05, 2010
For me, it's all about being the "CEO" of my CRAZY MIND (rather than its "pawn") for, as Eknath Easwaran said:
All spiritual disciplines are done with a view to still the mind. The perfectly still mind is universal spirit.
-- Swami Ramdas
Meditation is the regular, systematic training of attention to turn inward and dwell continuously on a single focus within consciousness. With practice, we can become so absorbed in the object of our contemplation that while we are meditating, we forget ourselves completely. In that moment, when we may be said to be empty of ourselves, we are utterly full of what we are dwelling on. This is the central principle of meditation: we become what we meditate on.
Eventually, meditation will make our mind calm, clear, and as concentrated as a laser which we can focus at will. THIS CAPACITY OF ONE-POINTED ATTENTION IS THE ESSENCE OF GENIUS. When we have this mastery over attention in everything we do, we have a genius for life itself: unshakable security, clear judgment, and deep personal relationships.
-- Eknath Easwaran
Here's to the crazy ones.
The misfits. The rebels. The troublemakers.
The round pegs in the square holes.
The ones who see things differently.
They're not fond of rules.
And they have no respect for the status quo.
You can praise them, disagree with them, quote them,
disbelieve them, glorify or vilify them.
About the only thing you can't do is ignore them.
Because they change things.
They invent. They imagine.
They heal. They explore. They create. They inspire.
They push the human race forward.
Maybe they have to be crazy.
How else can you stare at an empty canvas and see a work of art?
Or sit in silence and hear a song that's never been written?
Or gaze at a red planet and see a laboratory on wheels?
While some may see them as the crazy ones, we see genius.
Because the people who are crazy enough to think they can change the world, are the ones who do.
-- Advertisement for Apple Computer, adapted from the writings of Jack Kerouac
Thursday, February 04, 2010
What a perfect lesson for this morning from a contemporary hero of mine. Hear hear! oh heart of mine!
"Live frugally on surprise.
Become a stranger to need of pity."
Expect nothing. Live frugally
Become a stranger
To need of pity
Or, if compassion be freely
Take only enough
Stop short of urge to plead
Then purge away the need.
Wish for nothing larger
Than your own small heart
Or greater than a star;
Tame wild disappointment
With caress unmoved and cold
Make of it a parka
For your soul.
Discover the reason why
So tiny a human midget
Exists at all
So scared unwise
But expect nothing. Live frugally
~ Alice Walker ~
(Anything We Love Can Be Saved)
Monday, February 01, 2010
Oh my...the brilliance...the knowingness...of the great woman, Nobel Laureate Wislawa Szymborska, takes my breath away. Listen:
WHOEVER'S found out what location
compassion (heart's imagination)
can be contacted at these days,
is herewith urged to name the place;
and sing about it in full voice,
and dance like crazy and rejoice
beneath the frail birch that appears
to be upon the verge of tears.
I TEACH silence
in all languages
through intensive examination of:
the starry sky,
the Sinanthropus' jaws,
a grasshopper's hop,
an infant's fingernails,
I RESTORE lost love.
Act now! Special offer!
You lie on last year's grass
bathed in sunlight to the chin
while winds of summers past
caress your hair and seem
to lead you in a dance.
For further details, write: "Dream."
WANTED: someone to mourn
the elderly who die
alone in old folks' homes.
Applicants, don't send forms
or birth certificates.
All papers will be torn,
no receipts will be issued
at this or later dates.
FOR PROMISES made by my spouse,
who's tricked so many with his sweet
colors and fragrances and sounds -
dogs barking, guitars in the streets -
into believing that they still
might conquer loneliness and fright,
I cannot be responsible.
Mr. Day's widow, Mrs. Night.
-- Wislawa Szymborska
(Poems New and Collected 1957-1997,
trans. by S. Baranczak and C. Cavanagh)
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