Monday, October 24, 2011
I try to ponder this daily and live my life based upon the wisdom --
What I Have Learned So Far
Meditation is old and honorable, so why should I
not sit, every morning of my life, on the hillside,
looking into the shining world? Because, properly
attended to, delight, as well as havoc, is suggestion.
Can one be passionate about the just, the
ideal, the sublime, and the holy, and yet commit
to no labor in its cause? I don't think so.
All summations have a beginning, all effect has a
story, all kindness begins with the sown seed.
Thought buds toward radiance. The gospel of
light is the crossroads of -- indolence, or action.
Be ignited, or be gone.
~ Mary Oliver ~
(New and Selected Poems Volume Two)
Thursday, October 20, 2011
Do I *really* understand this important aspect of life?
There's this shape, black as the entrance to a cave.
A longing wells up in its throat
like a blossom
as it breathes slowly.
What does the world
mean to you if you can't trust it
to go on shining when you're
not there? and there's
a tree, long-fallen; once
the bees flew to it, like a procession
of messengers, and filled it
I said to the chickadee, singing his heart out in the
green pine tree:
The shape climbs up out of the curled grass. It
grunts into view. There is no measure
for the confidence at the bottom of its eyes -
there is no telling
the suppleness of its shoulders as it turns
Near the fallen tree
something - a leaf snapped loose
from the branch and fluttering down - tries to pull me
into its trap of attention.
It pulls me
into its trap of attention.
And when I turn again, the bear is gone.
Look, hasn't my body already felt
like the body of a flower?
Look, I want to love this world
as though it's the last chance I'm ever going to get
to be alive
and know it.
Sometimes in late summer I won't touch anything, not
the flowers, not the blackberries
brimming in the thickets; I won't drink
from the pond; I won't name the birds or the trees;
I won't whisper my own name.
the fox came down the hill, glittering and confident,
and didn't see me - and I thought:
so this is the world.
I'm not in it.
It is beautiful.
~ Mary Oliver
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!!!
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