Author: mktdaf
ENC: The new struggle is the same as the old struggle…where’s the water?
In The Emperor’s New Clothes section, we take a peek at the stuff nobody wants to talk about…you know, the stuff that matters most & gets talked about most & acted on the least. As you know from the Ten Most Important Things (and, most reliably, your own good sense), there are too many human…
Funnier: TMI
So many people feel overwhelmed these days, just sitting ’round. Maybe this is part of it (from Randall, with www.xkcd.com – thanks!)
Thought: You are the entire ocean in a drop – Rumi
You are not a drop in the ocean. You are the entire ocean in a drop. Rumi
Thoughts: Beauty, through the eyes of some sightless folks….
Dear friends, fellow monks & sister philosophers, family & readers (sorry if I left anyone out!), One of the cool things about getting to take care of this blog is that I have so many folks who write me & let me know they’re there & what they think, and share their experiences in light…
Thoughts: Here’s the map to the goldmine…
Why are you so enchanted by this worldwhen a mine of gold lies within you?Rumi (Art – Emine Tokmakkaya)
Whales: Killer whales, in the neighbourhood….
How do they know that Granny, the killer whale in J pod in the San Juan Islands who is estimated to be 103 years old is that old? Here is Monika’s tribute post to her when she turned 100 that explains that (which is cool) as well as offering insight why we all love her…
Poetry: Harryette Mullen, From Tanka Diary
From Tanka Diary Harryette Mullen The botanical garden is just as I remember, although it is certain that everything has changed since my last visit. How many hilarious questions these fuzzy fiddleheads are inquiring of spring will be answered as green ferns unfurl? Walking the path, I stop to pick up bleached bark from a…
The poetry of music: Dancing with the secret companion musician…
We watch a sunlight dust dance,but nobody knows what music those particles hear.Each of us has a secret companion musician to dance to.Unique rhythmic play, a motion in the streetthat we alone know and hear. ~Rumi