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Coming In From the Cold
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Monday, May 8, 2017
What Does It Mean to BE Alone?
Haven't written here for a few years I see. In fact, hadn't thought much about this blog until a couple of days ago when I spoke with a young man experiencing his own form of deep freeze. I immediately connected with him through our shared experience separated by decades. I can't say anything about his experience of our interchange, but for me, the connection was important as I have been experiencing isolation again for the past few months, or should I say, have been perceiving and allowing the isolation experience to be what it is?
One is never done with being human, and part of this is to revisit all the ways of being human in cyclic and spiral form. For me, one of the states I revisit on a regular basis is a sense of disconnection. Over the years, with each visit, I learn something new. Disconnection has many faces or facets. There are "bliss" forms, "anguish" forms, "longing" forms, "fear-filled" forms, forms of psuedo-"strength and invulnerability", and simple "numb" forms.
This particular bout of loneliness is again different as each always is. It has brought with it a "stability" within the storm that is noticeable, robust and trust-worthy. How odd to have this certainty of, "All is well" and a curious wanting to learn more about this state, while simultaneously experiencing the extremely distressing psychological "emptiness" and anxiety it generates when the "experiencer" searches for a way out.
I notice and record types of loneliness and nuances of each. This is interesting and perhaps useful at some level. The danger here lies in trying to "fix" life, (it is such a conundrum to make changes to alter a situation without "fixing"), or in doing nothing in order NOT to "fix". This pesky "Middle Way" is certainly a paradox!
Loneliness is experienced at the level of "I". "I" am alone...... yet there is an aloneness which is not lonely. "I" experience this every time I go for a walk. (Alone with being one with everything?)
During meditation today my mind was busy moving and sported many images which led to an Aha! in the deep. One of the images was of the dna of mother and father joining together to make one out of two at the moment of fertilization, and I realized that from the beginning I was never one, that from the beginning we all are twins and perspective exploded to infinite - stardust joining itself to be itself. Stardust zygote calling for stardust nourishment to grow. Stardust universe pouring itself into stardust embryo to both diminish itself on one side of a balanced equation with a growing self on the other. Then a waterfall came into sight and the river basin it was pulled into. The call and response of Universe. "Catch me! Here I come!" "Come and jump, I will catch you!" In the end, only water; flowing, falling, crashing, caught, roaring, misting, rainbow-ing, rising as vapor to cloud and rain.
Unity in diversity. Diversity in Unity.
Han Shan's 11th Maxim:
"Put a fish on land and he will remember the ocean until he dies. Put a bird in a cage, yet he will not forget the sky. Each remains homesick for his true home, the place where his nature has decreed that he should be.
Man is born in the state of innocence. His original nature is love and grace and purity. Yet he emigrates so casually without even a thought of his old home. Is this not sadder than the fishes and birds?"
One is never done with being human, and part of this is to revisit all the ways of being human in cyclic and spiral form. For me, one of the states I revisit on a regular basis is a sense of disconnection. Over the years, with each visit, I learn something new. Disconnection has many faces or facets. There are "bliss" forms, "anguish" forms, "longing" forms, "fear-filled" forms, forms of psuedo-"strength and invulnerability", and simple "numb" forms.
This particular bout of loneliness is again different as each always is. It has brought with it a "stability" within the storm that is noticeable, robust and trust-worthy. How odd to have this certainty of, "All is well" and a curious wanting to learn more about this state, while simultaneously experiencing the extremely distressing psychological "emptiness" and anxiety it generates when the "experiencer" searches for a way out.
I notice and record types of loneliness and nuances of each. This is interesting and perhaps useful at some level. The danger here lies in trying to "fix" life, (it is such a conundrum to make changes to alter a situation without "fixing"), or in doing nothing in order NOT to "fix". This pesky "Middle Way" is certainly a paradox!
Loneliness is experienced at the level of "I". "I" am alone...... yet there is an aloneness which is not lonely. "I" experience this every time I go for a walk. (Alone with being one with everything?)
During meditation today my mind was busy moving and sported many images which led to an Aha! in the deep. One of the images was of the dna of mother and father joining together to make one out of two at the moment of fertilization, and I realized that from the beginning I was never one, that from the beginning we all are twins and perspective exploded to infinite - stardust joining itself to be itself. Stardust zygote calling for stardust nourishment to grow. Stardust universe pouring itself into stardust embryo to both diminish itself on one side of a balanced equation with a growing self on the other. Then a waterfall came into sight and the river basin it was pulled into. The call and response of Universe. "Catch me! Here I come!" "Come and jump, I will catch you!" In the end, only water; flowing, falling, crashing, caught, roaring, misting, rainbow-ing, rising as vapor to cloud and rain.
Unity in diversity. Diversity in Unity.
Han Shan's 11th Maxim:
"Put a fish on land and he will remember the ocean until he dies. Put a bird in a cage, yet he will not forget the sky. Each remains homesick for his true home, the place where his nature has decreed that he should be.
Man is born in the state of innocence. His original nature is love and grace and purity. Yet he emigrates so casually without even a thought of his old home. Is this not sadder than the fishes and birds?"
Friday, May 22, 2015
alone again, but not cold
Solitude
--- “fasting” from communion/interaction with others of our kind
develops/creates/enhances the hunger of loneliness ….. and each
morsal of connection/conversation'presence is savored for the flavors
inherant in each. Gluttony on the other hand leads to indigestion,
hedonism, dissatisfaction. Must one be a hermit to truly experience
the preciousness of all??? I feel like I am waking up again in these
past few days and hours of alone.
Wednesday, July 16, 2014
Hello Little One
Thomas Arthur was born June 27, 2014 at 5:40 am, and for the past couple of weeks, I have had the rare and precious gift of being able to watch the waking-up of human consciousness in this little package of universe.
Gazing into a newborn's eyes, one can see back through all the generations, all the selections nature has made and not made; back through the primordial soup, deep into the heart of the big bang, and beyond to now.
*bow*
Welcome to the world Tommy boy!
Gazing into a newborn's eyes, one can see back through all the generations, all the selections nature has made and not made; back through the primordial soup, deep into the heart of the big bang, and beyond to now.
*bow*
Welcome to the world Tommy boy!
Tuesday, June 24, 2014
We Now Return to Our Regularly Scheduled Program
Jumping out of the way, the small
leopard frog barely missed getting tromped on by Ms Edna Moo Moo…..
“Edna, for
Christ's sake, will ya watch where yer walkin' "
Edna stopped chewing
and spoke around her spring grass cud, “ Sorry Jeeps, I didn't see
you, you kinda blend in dontcha know?”
Jeeps hopped over to in
front of his friend Edna, so she didn't have to to twist her head
over her shoulder.
“Yeah, I know,
this time of year I should stay out of the grass, but you need to pay
more attention too.”
Edna lowered her
head and tore another mouthful of sweet tender, bright green spring
grass out of the ground with her teeth “(Chomp, chomp), Have you,
(chomp, chew), seen Samsnail yet this, (chew, chew, swallow),
spring?” “I am always afraid I will hear a crunch, crunch
when I graze this time of year. I keep asking him to tell me where
he'll be, but you know Sam, always falling asleep glued on a stalk
somewhere without a care in the world.”
Just then, Jeeps' tongue flashed out the side of his mouth, pinning a buzzing blue bottle fly in mid-flight, and just as suddenly, retracted, stuffing his mouth full of fly, "SNAP"
"Oooo m gob! Mumph…. orry, (spit - spit)". (A spit covered fly tumbles onto soft green grass), "Sorry Botsie, old habits".
Botsie Blue Fly righted herself, shook herself as dry as she could and shot off flying. Over her shoulder she snorted a disgusted, "Jeepszzzzzz you should have a blinking Hazzzzzard sign on your back! zzzzzzzzz
HUMPF!!!"
Jeeps' blushed deep forest green and called after his friend, "Really Botsie - I'm sorry!!!!"
A contented Edna chuckled as she continued to chew her cud.
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There ends this morning's pre-waking dream *grin*
I am down here in Atlanta at my daughter and husband's house waiting for their new baby to make his way into the world. I wonder if that is why I am dreaming in children's stories these days? Probably. Yesterday we all went to a huge book closeout warehouse and spent an afternoon looking at, and reading, children's books. And yes, I guess I am dreaming frogs because they used to be my mother's favorites, and cows, because I fell in love with Brahma cows with their floppy ears and BIG brown eyes years ago.
The snail……… well I just don't know where he came from, except I dig snails and all their varieties as I do metallic flies.
Life is SO amazing!!!!!! HURRY UP THOMAS ARTHUR!!!! We are all waiting for you :) There is soooooo much to see and do and be.
*HUG*
Monday, June 16, 2014
Better Run Through the Jungle
Laughing so much last night with old friends. I had forgotten how much we laughed all the time, even through the tears. Today, walking down old streets of time - remembering. Again. Remembering those who have disappeared from our lives - war, drugs, gangs, depression, failing body, accident, and then those who just vanished, (like I did once).
I went looking for some information about the wars that have occurred during my lifetime (1950 - ? ). I found this list here: http://www.war-memorial.net/wars_all.asp Knocked the wind out of me.
Wars
since 1900
Each one of the "fatalities" above is a face of one particular person; one life living fears and loves, hopes and pet peeves. Each of those above felt then what we feel now; they breathed the same air, felt the same sun upon their skin. I wonder if we will ever learn?
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