Here’s some news of the planet with a video that’s mesmerizing in the early morning (with the sound turned off). Enjoy!
My mother serendipitously re-sent me a video that I had been searching for amongst my 4,000 saved e-mails. I am in need of this video on a regular basis, and once you see it, you’ll know why. I think I may have posted it before, but like looking up to see the horizon, it must be done often to stay sane. Enjoy, re-blog, share…repeat. (Not like shampoo instructions, which are entirely bogus. Who lathers twice in one shower?)
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The precepts of Buddhism are on my mind. I’m trying to be precise (aware) and gentle and graceful in this blog, but today, what I’m aware of is anger. And this is very uncomfortable for me because I’ve built up quite a habit of avoiding anger at all costs. I don’t like to find it in others, and I don’t like to find it in myself. However, it’s a very important part of being human. So, how do I face it gracefully?
Steve has some cassette tapes of Thich Nhat Hahn giving talks on relationships. He speaks (or whispers, practically) about how to confront your loved one by opening with, “Darling, I suffer…”
So, who is the loved one I want to confront? Yahoo! news.
Seriously, I am angered by a sense of false reporting that I feel every time I log on. Important issues are sparsely represented. Celebrity activity is ubiquitous. The site reeks of phoniness, of Lifestyle but very little Life. So, in my state of indignation, I wrote a kind of rant. I will post it here with the graceful prefix:
Darling Yahoo!, I suffer. Unemployment isn’t news. Celebrity divorces aren’t news. Pet tricks aren’t news. Death isn’t news. Where is the joyful message of Life? The new moon, the new day, the new leaf, the new mutation, the new energy, the new decomposition, the new layer of sediment, the new moment, the NOW that has never been before and will be over immediately so that the next NOW can appear? The earth, the stars, the Universe is moving and changing, and you’re afraid to report it. The one thing we’re not making up, inventing for our own fascinated misery, gets shushed and shunted because certain people don’t want to hear. What makes them so certain? Their belief freezes everything real, stops it mid-drip, or so they think. Nonsense. Wake up! Get your mind out of those delusions. You can make observations; you can’t make certain. Bring me observations of the Universe, dear Yahoo!, and less of the machinations of man.
That is all.
Scholar & Poet Books is the online book business that Steve & I run from our home. We shelter books that we have rescued from Good Will, library sales, church sales and rummage sales. We clean them up and put them up for adoption on Amazon, Alibris, ABE Books and eBay. We find new homes for old standards, eclectic oddities, and arcane tutorials. Pulp fiction with vintage cover art, lots of spiritual topics, Christmas and cookbooks and CDs and children’s books…you name it, we probably have it or something related to it. So, if you’re in the mood for some cyber shopping today that supports the U.S. Post Office, a small business, and the non-electronic world of all natural BOOKS, you can browse our collection through this link. We have a 5-star rating, but neither of us has a Facebook account. If you like what you see and want to share the link with your friends, though, we would be very pleased! Happy hunting, bookworms!
Happy Thanksgiving, everybody! It’s Steve’s favorite holiday, and we’ve eaten turkey for the last 3 dinners. First, it was the 20-pounder I cooked for us and his mom, aunt, sister and brother-in-law. That occasion included a lot of cleaning up and rearranging books so that the book business didn’t take over the dining & living room. The result of that work is being able to provide a comfortable place for people to gather, relax, feast, listen to music, and converse. Holding a safe space open for life to unfold is a responsibility that I willingly accept, and I am thankful that I have figured out how to do that with the resources available to me. I am very thankful for my partner and for the home that we have made together. The day after Thanksgiving, we went down to visit my children in Illinois. With all 4 of them, plus my daughter’s boyfriend and her godfather, we made 8. She cooked another turkey and we brought our leftovers to share for this second feast. I am thankful for my children, for the unique and wonderful people they are and for the fact that I have a healthy, happy relationship with each of them. Yesterday, we drove home, past Glacial Park where we had our first date, back to our clean and tidy little duplex apartment. Steve went back to work, I took a nap, and later fixed some more leftover turkey for supper. Oh, but just before that, something else happened. I had a good cry. You see, my oldest daughter went shopping on Black Friday and bought…a wedding dress. All by myself, back at home, I put on a Louis Armstrong CD, “What A Wonderful World”. I felt happy and lonely, missing her father who died in 2008. I wrote a sentimental bit of poetry, drank some vodka & cranberry juice, and let it flow. Life moves and changes and goes on. We are the bearers of our own memories, the crucible of our own journeys, and no one else shares that responsibility with us. That can feel very lonely sometimes, but it also feels satisfying. I am filled with the weight of my life and still have room for more. For that, I am especially thankful.