Friday, January 31, 2014

Happy Year of the Wood Horse

A horse loves freedom,
and the weariest old work horse will roll on the ground
 or break into a lumbering gallop
 when he is turned loose into the open. 

~ Gerald Raferty

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Meanwhile...
Today's advice comes from George in The Veldt:
Feel into yourself to see what's really there.

Here's some music to help out.

Saturday, January 25, 2014

Spiritual Entities

A writing or a word or music or an action, everything we see around us in the world, is a spiritual entity in itself which contains a spiritual essence of its own.  When you speak, you imbue your words with your spirit.   Thus, they have a spiritual essence.  Once they pass your lips, they are not you.  They are themselves, a separate entity, a sound wave.  They can, in turn, imbue others, even you, with their spiritual essence. 

This is not unlike your own interaction with others. You are changed as the result of your interaction with others. For instance, a person can change your mind about something, inspire you, or make you angry. These kinds of interactions may at first be superficial, but if they occur over time, they can create a more lasting and significant change in you. You, too, have this same influence over the lives of others. Exchanges between us are both physical and spiritual.

The physical aspect is represented by such things as sound waves, facial expressions, ink or paint on a surface, brain waves and other brain functioning. The spiritual aspect is the unseen aspect of these things. Ink on a piece of paper is more than its physical existence. It represents something to us. It has meaning and therefore a life of its own, an influence of its own over those who can perceive that meaning in some sense or another. This is its spirit.


~ NBAA

Friendship


"'We cannot tell the precise moment when friendship is formed. As in filling a vessel drop by drop, there is at last a drop which makes it run over; so in a series of kindnesses there is at least one which makes the heart run over.'"


~ Fahrenheit 451

Fahrenheit 451 Excerpts



     He glanced back at the wall. How like a mirror, too, her face.
Impossible; for how many people did you know that refracted your own light to you? People were more often -- he searched for a simile, found one in his work -- torches, blazing away until they whiffed out. How rarely did other people's faces take of you and throw back to you your own expression, your own innermost trembling thought?
...


    He felt that the stars had been pulverized by the sound of the black jets and that in the morning the earth would be covered with their dust like a strange snow.
...


     Books bombarded his shoulders, his arms, his upturned face.
A book lit, almost obediently, like a white pigeon, in his hands, wings fluttering. In the dim, wavering light, a page hung open and it was like a snowy feather, the words delicately painted thereon. In all the rush and fervor, Montag had only an instant to read a line, but it blazed in his mind for the next minute as if stamped there with fiery steel. "Time has fallen asleep in the afternoon sunshine." He dropped the book. Immediately another fell into his arms.


~ Ray Bradbury



Thursday, January 23, 2014

Books

For a long time I've forgotten what feeds my imagination and nurtures my mind. I didn't formally make a resolution at the dawn of 2014 that I would read more, but I've since re-discovered books and that I really love a good story. Almost every time I go somewhere without a book, I find myself in a situation wishing I had one. It's wonderful to commune with another mind through reading... So far this year I've read "To Kill A Mockingbird" and "Star Trek." Yesterday I went to the library and checked out "Fahrenheit 451." As I read, I'll be sharing passages from the book and posting them here. This is how the story begins. I was hooked immediately...


It was a pleasure to burn.
     It was a special pleasure to see things eaten, to see things blackened and changed. With the brass nozzle in his fists, with the great python spitting its venomous kerosene upon the world, the blood pounded in his head, and his hands were the hands of some amazing conductor playing all the symphonies of blazing and burning to bring down the tatters and charcoal of history.


~ Ray Bradbury

Opponent

I see
the enemy
is me
embedded from the beginning
designed to forever destroy
until I recognized
his purpose
so that I
would fight back

Colder Weather

Tuesday, January 21, 2014

Inexorable

Of two hearts
Tearing me apart
Broken without breaking
Death without dying
Darkness seeking to rip me in half
My light standing fast

Thursday, January 16, 2014

Hard Lesson

Be mindful of that which cannot be undone.

Wednesday, January 15, 2014

Silent Burning

In prison,
opportunity.
In hell,
enlightenment.
In time,
escape.

Monday, January 13, 2014

Technical Difficulties

This blog is no longer allowing me to post photos. I don't know how to fix it. Suggestions?

Thursday, January 2, 2014

Away From The Sun

What is to give light must endure burning.
 
~ Viktor Frankl