I remember reading a book, “The Weapon Shops of Isher”. the weapons could not be fired as an act of aggression, they could only be fired in self defense. They worked as a deterrent to war, and against violent crime. It upset the balance of power. I wonder what would help with equality among humans? I wonder what would bring balance to us all? I found some sites that discuss the different views of raising our awareness of Loving, Kind Beings. We are dealing with a shift in economics, a change in our natural environment, resource allocation, a large number of people with little resources, and all those and more are increasing in intensity. We have a fascination with the different inventions brought by technology. We have changed the lives of many using concepts developed out of economics. We have helped people with our understanding of biology and other sciences. A lot of this has happened because we have discovered how to use fossil fuel energy. What we have failed to do is learn, over and over, how to treat each other with respect and dignity. The Wisdom of ancient times is difficult to learn new by each individual as [...]
Looking in the mirror, he noticed the wrinkles around his eyes, reminding him of a river journey with a friend, laughing for days and seeing white wrinkles amid the tan lines. Today, my face is tan and rounded somewhat, perhaps from the beard, going gray around the edges. There is that combination of youth and age that defies our usual indication of time in a body. A smile is often present and there is something about brown eyes that can tighten into a focus when speaking directly to someone. My niece was at a family reunion that I did not attend and she told me my grandmother’s last name meant bent willow, which I find interesting. There is a northern European look about me, heavy set and I think short, or stout might fit. Am I pleasant to look at? Only when I am fun to be around. But my portrait is not that, it is in my song: I’m a child of the desert, hot burning sand And a friend to the buzzard circling the bleaching bones of a man I spent my contemplation under a pinyon tree And a nut fell down and hit me and that’s what [...]
It is night here. I had a dream that I was listening to music at a concert and the music finished. It had been instrumental music with drums and percussion and other sounds that I can’t remember. A musician spoke, saying the concert was over and that he had not said much with words because the music spoke for them. It has been over an hour since that experience and I am awake, still. My mind is overactive, running through a range of thoughts that I can usually avoid in daylight. i think about being unemployed until I can “officially” retire. I think about my part in what we have done to our environment and our world. I think of the worry and fear that permeates our existence, and how much of that is our own doing, our own actions, that we followed so easily. I think of the anger and rage that I see in so many places in the different media, and how easy it is to step into that state of mind. I think that Loving Kindness is a means to overcome all that I find to be negative in my world. In my dreams, I have [...]
I have been thinking about how I sense things, from that previous post, and I remembered that I have this crazy belief in synchronicity. I believe that there is a connection between us all. There is not necessarily a causal event that makes the connection, but my associations with others is often a chance encounter, and that chance is not exactly chance, but more a way of interacting with others, when we need to see them. It seems to work best when I have no special agenda, but I do have reason to be in contact.
I accept this as a natural concurrence, between people that need to come together. Sometimes I wonder how it happens, but most of the time, I just accept it as it happens. I needed to speak to a person, and I saw him this morning. He asked me if I wanted what he had to give, which I did. A natural occurrence, but I have not seen him for months, and certainly not in a public setting, which neither of us could have assumed the other would be there.
Think of this as a way for like minded people to meet. think of the odds that this connection does exist, and will happen, just because. It is like believing in the impossible.
Hi Bouzouki,
I watched a video on another blog the other day that touches on the subject of our connectedness. What you say, here, reminds me of that. The video is found at the bottom of this post: http://souldipper.wordpress.com/2011/11/07/how-do-you-stop/
Thanks Leslie! I watched it this morning and enjoyed it. I had been thinking about you recently because I took a photograph, among many, of sandstone shapes, some looking like melted objects, some with holes through to the other side, some just like mushroom-shaped with cap rocks, and some full of amazing colors. I took lots of photos, and in going through them, I saw this one, with what looked like a face. I painted something like it, just to see if I could. I might try it again in a week or two. I thought of you as I did it.
What a wonderful thing to say, Bouzouki, thank you. I think you have a very interesting “eye” for “seeing”. I have been trying to “see” without a photo reference, some, lately. There is so much in our world that comes to us through abstract beauty. I think you know that. I am trying to develop that vision a little. There are faces in so many things. Makes me wonder, sometimes.