archival.
today’s backchannel – discernment
there really isn’t a way to say this without sounding arrogant. that bothers… because of all the list of adjectives, arrogant just isn’t here. sigh. ok. saying it anyway.
tough love is… tough
my best friend, j, is having a crisis. it is a crisis that has been something of a recycling issue over the last ten years or so. called me the other night asking advice but we didn’t have time to talk.
tender moments are a delight
earlier this week, on a lark, i sent everyone on my cell phone addressbook a short text message telling them how glad i am they are in my life, how much i care for them, that i hope they are well, and basically sending a smile. today, in email, i receive a note from one of my friends who has an amazing ranch just outside austin. he writes of cows and summer turning to autumn and drought… but also of amazing sunrises and misty views. and he sends the following to demonstrate the things words cannot say:
12-12-06, am
first payday. the pressure is lifted. but i’m laughing, because ‘the pressure’ was self-inflicted.
my heart is heavy
it is time to sleep, but my heart is heavy. evening meditation long done, the backchannel thoughts posted, nothing left but to sleep, and this odd weight that appears suddenly and drags all my insides to it.
The Eightfold Path, Right Intention
some time ago, i purposed to do a series of contemplation on the eightfold path. life decided to jump up and snarl the traces for a time and i did not proceed as planned. i am doing so. this is the second of what will eventually be eight posts, upon the eightfold path as outlined in the Buddhist tradition: Right View, Right Intention, Right Speech, Right Action, Right Livelihood, Right Effort, Right Mindfulness, Right Concentration. as with much of Buddhism, the appearance of these paths are initially seen as simple. almost childishly so. but upon closer consideration, they open themselves […]
i know what the problem is – 2 (scrytch)
The whole time I kept pretending that I didn’t know what the problem was, that I was caught in forces beyond my understanding, some inherited pattern, a prolonged case of bad luck, but I was lying to myself. I knew what the problem was. I know what the problem is.
i know what the problem is – 1 (scrytch)
The whole time I kept pretending that I didn’t know what the problem was, that I was caught in forces beyond my understanding, some inherited pattern, a prolonged case of bad luck, but I was lying to myself. I knew what the problem was. I know what the problem is.