November 8, 2003
"With Rejoicing"
9:02pm
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Voice crying in the wildnerness,
(while listening to Haris Alexiou's 'Blessings') |
Keeping The Aim True . . .
and remembering my favorite archer!
Four of them are long sleeved and two are short sleeved. I'll have to shorten the long sleeved ones. It seems the manufacturers think a person with a 46 inch chest should be 6 feet tall. I'm not 'overweight', I'm 'undertall', as Garfield the fat cat says.
I have to go to work on this, my natal day. But I will get tomorrow off. A slight adjustment needs to be made there.
''That day is for honoring veterans, not YOU, silly!''
What was that faint voice? Why everyone knows it's all about ME! Well, today it is . . .
And we'll just let tomorrow take care of itself . . .
November 12, 2003
"Absolute Music"
5:35am
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Showers of blessing, Showers of blessing we need: Mercy drops round us are falling, But for the showers we plead. |
I remember they'd usually sing this in church after about two weeks of solid rain, and I'd think, Enough now! We are 'blessed' enough!'' Apparently it comes from a Bible verse Ezekiel 34:26, ''There shall be showers of blessings.'' Out here in the desert, rain is really quite the rare and wonderful blessing. It is absolute music to me, those little plincky ploppy sounds it makes as it hits the ground.
November 14, 2003
"Twenty Minutes"
6:25am
Twenty minutes max to collect my morning thoughts, before I must hurry into work readyness. What can I do in twenty minutes? (This will be a ramble.)
Forward, ho, all tahe great preparations and for what? There is always a task to be done. Lighten your heart with light thoughts. Else we be ever in a state of perpetual labor. Half the labor is the mind-set.
You can spend hours at a mandala, determined just so, concentrating just so. Why not apply that mindset to work? Granted, the tasks have not much variety, the outcome predictable, and no joy of discovery to see the finished product.
Still, a quiet place within you can harbor hope, let this be nurtured.
Okay, ramble is over, maybe, and I look forward to the weekend. No attempt to correct spellings in the haste to know my mind. 'Just for today', I will see what great thoughts I harbor in my soul. Often the ruminations of the work day have evolved into something lasting and worthwhile when at last given a chance to objectify them.
I can't leave off the philosophy. I can't just deal in mundanes. To some, the rain is mundane, but not to those who live where it is a minor meterological miracle. Can there be anything 'miraculous' in the logical? Can the mind be open to both? Each has its beauty, the mind which looks for patterns in all sorts of ways.
Some speak of the beauty of math, and even mystical schools have been built on numbers. I have learned the number '9' represents 'Will' and the number '3' represents 'Love'. Who decided these things? Did someone back in the Egyptian desert have a relevation and start scratching into her stone tablet as quickly as she could scratch?
Who knows? Is this the same system in which '666' gets to be the beast? I don't know. I saw a quote which made me laugh:
-- D.H. Lawrence
6:40am. The rush is on. Enlightment in five minutes? Hah. I will send this up 'as is', and correct typos later. I don't think anything spellbindingly brilliant will hit in the next few minutes. Four minutes. Wow, time flies. Now, can I make it fly when I'm at work? That's the question. How can such a thing so logically measured by the tick of a clock seem so elastic in its actual experience?
That's the big mystery for today. 6:43 and time to upload. Have a good 'NOW', my friends. Think 'happy thoughts' and all that. Cherish the 'NOW'. Cherish yourselves.
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It is no good casting out devils. They belong to us, we must accept them and be at peace with them.
We might as well make friends with them, name them and maybe then we can tame them. If they need taming. Maybe some don't need 'taming'. Okay, if they're pissing on your metaphysical carpet and tearing up the metaphysical furniture, then tame those rascals. But if they're only mildly wild, then feed them the big dish of yum yums they prefer and give 'em a petting once in a while.
