it was some two weeks ago when I noticed there are almost 100 published posts in my ( 🙂 this) blog. now there are 104 published and 28 in drafts. when I start this blog I was thinking “I have nothing to put here”… I remember Ronen encouraging me to have a personal blog. …
today I found it… on the porch… devoid of life yesterday when we were outside I say she was not there… she was not nesting… they were both missing. where was she? where were they? where is the chicken? I felt for them also when she lost one egg, at the beginning of …
after the sitting in Dhamma Dvara (I am still writing about that only in my mind for now, soon here), I made a decision… to make a true effort: one year of dedicated vipassana practice, twice a day, one hour sitting each. even if only anapana is going to be sometimes, if mind is agitated, …
I never would have thought what raw, searing grief and sorrow could bring out the most tender, generous, compassionate, and loving sides of total strangers. It was exquisite. I will carry this with me for the rest of my life. I saw in the darkest corners of our grief and pain, something very beautiful. Suffering …
Be taught now, among the trees and rocks, how the discarded is woven into shelter, learn the way things hidden and unspoken slowly proclaim their voice into the world. Find that inward symmetry to all outward appearances, apprentice yourself to yourself, begin to welcome back all you sent away, be a new annunciation, make yourself …
I’ve just started to read “The Wild Edge of Sorrow” by Francis Weller… some months ago, as Ronen was sharing, I listened to Charles Eisenstein’s podcast… a talk with Francis Weller about grief and reverence. I was touched by Francis… I remember taking some notes on their talks (don’t know where they are, hmmm)… then …
As I was getting ready to leave, I decided to ask him once more about the enemies of a man of knowledge. I argued that I could not return for some time, and it would be a good idea to write down what he had to say and then think about it while I was …
“Look up here, I’m in heaven… This way or no way You know I’ll be free Just like that bluebird Now, ain’t that just like me?” “I will see you in the sky tonight…” “This is our last dance This is our last dance This is ourselves” https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=YoDh_gHDvkk “Spirit rose a metre and stepped …
words… what are they?…. who are they?… you sleep… it’s me who needs to speak out somehow… and it’s good that I am here… with you would you forgive me, if, again, I will not let you sleep with my speaking? … words… wondering hou would it be to have a smooth relationship with them …
Mar Adentro Mar adentro, mar adentro. Y en la ingravidez del fondo donde se cumplen los sueños se juntan dos voluntades para cumplir un deseo. Un beso enciende la vida con un relámpago y un trueno y en una metamorfosis mi cuerpo no es ya mi cuerpo, es como penetrar al centro del universo. El …
