Saturday, September 24, 2011
I often feel deficient in my ability to articulate love -- in words and actions. Here is a beautiful story of love-in-action. May I learn by example --
Watch the beauty unfold:
Here is Shirley's biography (she's my neighbor now, one state over in TN!):
The vocation of these filmmakers is a pristine example of what, on the Buddha's Noble Eightfold Path, is called "Right Livelihood:"
And as always, I am grateful to have been enlivened and inspired by KarmaTube, a project of CharityFocus, an all-volunteer run organization, whose aim is to enable individuals to contribute in meaningful ways to the world around them. Together, they hope to "be the change we wish to see in the world."
Monday, September 19, 2011
Last Saturday I participated in my first ever bicycling event, sponsored by our local bike organization, Conway Advocates for Bicycles (CAB). It was a picture-perfect day, and I decided to limit myself to the intermediate ride as I reached the 1 half-way mark for the 28-mile course. My butt was sore and I was experiencing some calf cramping and tightness (damn the cramping...it doesn't happen often, but I never know when it will...I had eaten my daily banana too!).
Upon completing the route, I noticed some definite tightness in the quads as well. I then did some stretching, and luckily I felt no residue on Sunday!
A tasty lunch was served all the cyclists (perhaps somewhere around 100 total), which I enjoyed with lots of good conversation on this sparkling day. Thanks to fellow CAB member and photographer, Rick Bell, I have a few shots:
338, lucky number!
Some stuck around for the drawing, etc.
My dear friend Fritzie, who I talked into doing the tour, won the Grand Prize in the raffle, a sexy Orbea road bike from Spain (+/-$1300).
Fritzie had been riding her road bike since 1977 -- she bought it new when she started law school, I believe! She gave it to our Guatemalan friend, Victor, who also did the cycling tour. He rode 45-mile route, but had to stop a couple miles from the finish because his gears malfunctioned. Great timing on Fritzie's gift!
My feeling, as I completed the course, is that I want to do more serious, long-distance cycling, building up strength and endurance, so that I can easily handle the 45- or 63-mile route next fall...and eventually on to a CENTURY RIDE, like my SparkHero Don Doorn...before I hit MY century mark (ok, so that gives me 30 years, LOL)!!!
Don said, after completing his first 100-miles ride last summer, "Breaking through to my century was such a LIBERATING, EMPOWERING feeling! I feel like, okay, let's hop on my bike, spin the wheel and go wherever I want to go! The SKY'S the LIMIT!"
BTW, Don FIRST broke the "century" barrier with his weight...he is carrying around 120 fewer pounds!!! And indeed he has done TWO 100+ rides this summer as well, through NY's Finger Lakes and the Big Apple!
I TOO want to be a "Certifiable CyclePath" when I grow up!!!
Friday, September 16, 2011
I loves me some James Broughton. He knows where I live and doesn't bother to knock -- just goes on in -- enlivening my spirit, making me smile...or tear up...or laugh out loud, as he speaks to me on so many levels. And if that isn't good for *Healthy,* I want to know what is!!!???
I've been working over the last week with my concern for a psyche gone amuck (not mine -- this time -- luckily). I therefore today offer a special thanks for the grounding my accruing knowledge of self-care and spiritual practices over the years have given me ("I've climbed all the summits I need to" as "I cherish my wounds and their cures/and the sweet enervations of bliss") -- and I lift up the delicate soul of my precious friend who is struggling, hopeful that she will too will come upon and cherish her cure.
My life continues unimpeded, and I'm working at being the best I can be, given what has gone before and what my energy and inspiration enable me to play with as I finish it out.
Now -- hear hear! of "thresholds, ladders and stones, detour and ditch, sunburns of love"...in other words, the story of my life, as told by James Broughton:
Having Come This Far
I've been through what my through was to be
I did what I could and couldn't
I was never sure how I would get there
I nourished an ardor for thresholds
for stepping stones and for ladders
I discovered detour and ditch
I swam in the high tides of greed
I built sandcastles to house my dreams
I survived the sunburns of love
No longer do I hunt for targets
I've climbed all the summits I need to
and I've eaten my share of lotus
Now I give praise and thanks
for what could not be avoided
and for every foolhardy choice
I cherish my wounds and their cures
and the sweet enervations of bliss
My book is an open life
I wave goodbye to the absolutes
and send my regards to infinity
I'd rather be blithe than correct
Until something transcendent turns up
I splash in my poetry puddle
and try to keep God amused.
~ James Broughton ~
(Packing Up For Paradise: New and Selected Poems 1946-1996)
About crazy-wisdom teacher Broughton:
A poet is someone
Who can pour Light into a cup
and raise it to nourish your
beautiful parched holy mouth
Wednesday, September 14, 2011
The exquisite wisdom of one of my teachers, Mary Oliver, takes my breath away:
The kingfisher rises out of the black wave
like a blue flower, in his beak
he carries a silver leaf. I think this is
the prettiest world -- so long as you don't mind
a little dying, how could there be a day in your whole life
that doesn't have its splash of happiness?
There are more fish than there are leaves
on a thousand trees, and anyway the kingfisher
wasn't born to think about it, or anything else.
When the wave snaps shut over his blue head, the water
remains water--hunger is the only story
he has ever heard in his life that he could believe.
I don't say he's right. Neither
do I say he's wrong. Religiously he swallows the silver leaf
with its broken red river, and with a rough and easy cry
I couldn't rouse out of my thoughtful body
if my life depended on it, he swings back
over the bright sea to do the same thing, to do it
(as I long to do something, anything) perfectly.
~ Mary Oliver ~
(House of Light)
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