This photo reminds me of the poem The Kama Sutra of Kindess, Position No 2 by Mary Mackey, the last 6 lines of which are:
the lake is cold
the snows are sudden
the wild cherry bends
and winter’s a burden
in your hand I feel
spring burn in the bud.
Spending time in my childhood home looking through old “stuff” I found some high school notebooks. Much of the class stuff had been trashed years ago but a few items remain. I was struck by a quote I had captured when I was 16 or 17 at the time I was first entranced by Plato/Socrates. [...]
“Open and honest” communications are rare. People typically engage in socially acceptable conversations; problem-solving brainstorms; polite and appropriate exchanges of niceties; superficial divulgences of “confidence”; comfortable discussions of daily activities/events; confluences of mutual support/agony; comedic interpretations; nostalgic remembrances of prior days (judiciously edited for the conversation at hand); malicious gossip; entertaining breaks of humor; or [...]
Over the weekend one of Butterfly’s students gave her a dozen large strawberries fresh from California, so I knocked out the following twist on your basic strawberries and cream.
I simmered a couple cups of red wine with a cinnamon stick, some orange peel, a few pitted cherries and a dash of agave nectar. After [...]
the secret isn’t about getting what your heart desires
it’s about really learning to desire from the heart
I heard of a man
who says words so beautifully
that if he only speaks their name
women give themselves to him.
If I am dumb beside your body
while silence blossoms like tumors on our lips,
it is because I hear a man climb stairs and clear his throat outside the door.
- Leonard Cohen
“Let Us Compare Mythologies”
Since most of my exterior walls are 70-100% windows, I get to live in a constantly changing picture box. Turns out this is true even when I have my blinds closed.
The minute I believe in the inevitability of either success or failure, is the moment I begin to suffer under illusion and find myself either running toward one, or from the other. Either way, I loose the “stillness of an instant.”
I had a wonderful dream last night:
Two figures are standing on a beach. I am outside of them, watching them, but they do not speak. However, I can see the images of their thoughts, almost like thought bubbles in a cartoon. Intuitively I know that one is the guru and one is the student.
The guru’s [...]
