Saturday, May 28, 2011
My purveyor of fine poetry, Joe Riley, Panhala.net, sent this, and he says it so well, I won't try to improve upon it:
"For nearly ten years now, the United States has been at war in one form or another. Hundreds of thousands of our fellow citizens have served with honor despite the hardships, and thousands have made the ultimate sacrifice. All around us are those who have served who carry scars in the heart as well as the body. No matter what our individual political views, let us honor all who have served and pray for the day when they will have to sacrifice no more."
From a cemetery near Omaha Beach, Normandy, France
I THINK CONTINUALLY OF THOSE
I think continually of those who were truly great.
Who, from the womb, remembered the soul's history
Through corridors of light where the hours are suns,
Endless and singing. Whose lovely ambition
Was that their lips, still touched with fire,
Should tell of the spirit clothed from head to foot in song.
And who hoarded from the spring branches
The desires falling across their bodies like blossoms.
What is precious is never to forget
The delight of the blood drawn from ancient springs
Breaking through rocks in worlds before our earth;
Never to deny its pleasure in the simple morning light,
Nor its grave evening demand for love;
Never to allow gradually the traffic to smother
With noise and fog the flowering of the spirit.
Near the snow, near the sun, in the highest fields
See how these names are fêted by the waving grass,
And by the streamers of white cloud,
And whispers of wind in the listening sky;
The names of those who in their lives fought for life,
Who wore at their hearts the fire's center.
Born of the sun, they traveled a short while towards the sun,
And left the vivid air signed with their honor.
~ Stephen Spender ~
The music is acoustic guitar, "The Gift of Life" by Bruce BecVar:
Friday, May 27, 2011
The Greek word for encouragement is "paraklesis." It literally means "to be called to one's side." Stand by someone today.
Thursday, May 19, 2011
This is what moves me...when all seems bleak and I wonder why even bother eating right, why bother moving this ol'bod'...just...why bother? When it's like this, the awareness of the Source Energy, the Ground of Being, the "music of the spheres" buoys me and makes me content in this moment, for this moment is my life --
The Silence of the Stars
When Laurens van der Post one night
In the Kalihari Desert told the Bushmen
He couldn't hear the stars
Singing, they didn't believe him. They looked at him,
Half-smiling. They examined his face
To see whether he was joking
Or deceiving them. Then two of those small men
Who plant nothing, who have almost
Nothing to hunt, who live
On almost nothing, and with no one
But themselves, led him away
From the crackling thorn-scrub fire
And stood with him under the night sky
And listened. One of them whispered,
Do you not hear them now?
And van der Post listened, not wanting
To disbelieve, but had to answer,
No. They walked him slowly
Like a sick man to the small dim
Circle of firelight and told him
They were terribly sorry,
And he felt even sorrier
For himself and blamed his ancestors
For their strange loss of hearing,
Which was his loss now. On some clear nights
When nearby houses have turned off their televisions,
When the traffic dwindles, when through streets
Are between sirens and the jets overhead
Are between crossings, when the wind
Is hanging fire in the fir trees,
And the long-eared owl in the neighboring grove
Between calls is regarding his own darkness,
I look at the stars again as I first did
To school myself in the names of constellations
And remember my first sense of their terrible distance,
I can still hear what I thought
At the edge of silence where the inside jokes
Of my heartbeat, my arterial traffic,
The C above high C of my inner ear, myself
Tunelessly humming, but now I know what they are:
My fair share of the music of the spheres
And clusters of ripening stars,
Of the songs from the throats of the old gods
Still tending even tone-deaf creatures
Through their exiles in the desert.
~ David Wagoner ~
Thank you David Wagoner for this awe-inspiring offering --
Tuesday, May 17, 2011
Though I'm definitely a skeptic when it comes to taking generic astrology readings seriously, I've always liked Rob Brezsny's quirky off-beat approach freewillastrology.com/horoscopes/ . I've been "tuned in" to him since the 80's when I used to read his predictions in the San Francisco Bay Guardian "underground news and entertainment rag." This "dyed-in-the-wool" Pisces is especially intrigued by this week's reading.
PISCES (Feb 19-Mar 20)
"Any sufficiently advanced technology is indistinguishable from magic," said science fiction writer Arthur C. Clarke. So in other words, if you were able to time-travel back to pre-Columbus Ecuador with a laptop computer and a solar-powered battery charger, the Indians might regard you as a wizard with supernatural powers. I think there will soon be a similar principle at work in your life, Pisces: You will get a vivid glimpse of amazing things you could accomplish in the future. They may seem fantastic and impossible to the person you are right now -- tantamount to magic. Be alert for expanded states of awareness that reveal who you could ultimately become.
YES! Kewel, eh. I changed the place names to customize it, but left reading intact. Oh, and I LOVE Arthur C. Clarke's writing (his most famous was the fabulous 2001: A Space Odyssey movie/book).
My pal WatermEllen is referring to Brezsny's PRONOIA: The Antidote for Paranoia, a wonderful treatise on "becoming a wildly disciplined, fiercely tender, ironically sincere, scrupulously curious, aggressively sensitive, blasphemously reverent, lyrically logical, lustfully compassionate Master of Rowdy Bliss" that I own and have purchased for other friends as well -- freewillastrology.com/home.shtml
Monday, May 16, 2011
~My bicycle has always symbolized something about moving on, moving out, taking risks, joy.~
~Oh, and the Toyota Dolphin spells Adventure with a capital "A."~
My first adventure in the Toyota Dolphin the summer of 2009 took me to Yellowstone, the Grand Tetons, and beyond. Last summer I made a 5000-mile east coast circuit, meeting dear SparkFriends during the journey (including dear PUDLECRAZY and FRANCESCANAZ!).
~Yellowstone, 2009. Ecuador (which means equator in Spanish!) is 0 degrees latitude, sitting as it does on the equator.~
~Yellowstone, 2009. Oh YEAH?~
~Yellowstone, 2009. Yeah, with change comes entrance onto that unknown, untraversed road.~
As my trip to Ecuador is now just around the corner (June 8-August 17), I have much to consider. Stepping out into the unknown reaches of my life is not as easy as it was a few years ago...but I still nourish that spirit of change...change is something I'm intimately acquainted with. My SparkPeople wallpaper panorama photo is the valley in northern Ecuador that I call "home." There are also some Ecuador pictures in my Photo Gallery.
Honoring the need to care lovingly for this body-mind-spirit temple, I plunge within, looking at ways to change the quality and direction of my life in this unique phase of my life. So then, as I move through this difficult period, when messages like this poem, For a New Beginning, appear in my Inbox I take notice.
John O'Donohue reverberates within my heart and spirit in this call --
For a New Beginning
In out-of-the-way places of the heart,
Where your thoughts never think to wander,
This beginning has been quietly forming,
Waiting until you were ready to emerge.
For a long time it has watched your desire,
Feeling the emptiness growing inside you,
Noticing how you willed yourself on,
Still unable to leave what you had outgrown.
It watched you play with the seduction of safety
And the gray promises that sameness whispered,
Heard the waves of turmoil rise and relent,
Wondered would you always live like this.
Then the delight, when your courage kindled,
And out you stepped onto new ground,
Your eyes young again with energy and dream,
A path of plenitude opening before you.
Though your destination is not yet clear
You can trust the promise of this opening;
Unfurl yourself into the grace of beginning
That is at one with your life's desire.
Awaken your spirit to adventure;
Hold nothing back, learn to find ease in risk;
Soon you will be home in a new rhythm,
For your soul senses the world that awaits you.
~ John O'Donohue ~
(To Bless the Space Between Us)
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