Friday, March 20, 2026

Life is all meditation

 First, state of mind this morning is contemplative. 

So the body follows. Or perhaps as its housing, it provides the ground upon which the meditation might arise.

Each step as I go to the kitchen to prepare the espresso and Americano which follows. The heel hits the floor, then foot rolls forward onto ball of the foot, finally bending the toes as it lifts to move my weight forward. Turning is no longer on my toes as it once was. Now I purposefully turn heelward, keeping my balance more easily. Fall prevention that wasn’t taught, but arrived organically, much as this wonderful opportunity to be aware.

The sip of coffee surprises me just now, a different taste from the first cup which was flavored artificially with French vanilla creamer. Now it’s just got honey to sweeten the caffeine. I like how honey remains in my mouth after I swallow…a taste that makes me salivate.

Do you ever have moments like these, of tiny awarenesses of life? For me to stop and know like this is rare, and to capture these feelings, observations, even rarer still.

The room is mostly dark. The photo makes it look like daylight, but it’s actually pre-dawn. There is a new device on the floor by my bed, the blue buddy of an oxygen generating machine. It gave me my first night on O2 which was pretty good. I didn’t feel all that different when I woke, except a bit light headed…my feet felt further from my head kind of. But I move slowly so knew I was ok.

Feeling much appreciation for bloggers today. I’ve read a few of my familiar friend’s statements from last night and early morning. There are all these interesting people, mostly without names or faces, who share their lives with strangers. And those then comment about their doings. That’s it for most of them. I and just a few will read those comments and make a reply to them…thus a very short conversation.

But these conversations, 2 statements on some subject or another, then provide interest beyond the original paragraphs…which next readers can then also comment upon. And this has created a new conversation. A small community of friendly people.

I do love this new creation which happens independently, with input from such diverse people. From all over the US, England, Germany, Scotland, Sweden, Canada (oh yes, several folks there!) and sometimes further away. I may read others, and sometimes comment, but there are few that have the time or inclination to push for the conversations. That’s ok. It’s still social media. And somehow nobody slams other’s ideas!

Of course this community of blog-friends all seem liberal minded and of similar political persuasions, and maybe even mostly of similar spiritual beliefs (or at least tolerant of others!) No MAGA are welcome here. And we support each other in confirming our strengths and frailties. After all that’s what friendship is all about.

It’s a neighborhood on the internet.








Tuesday, March 10, 2026

On the concept of peace

Dougald Hine starts (and doesn't finish) talking about:

  a talk that Ivan Illich gave at the start of the 1980s in Japan about the culturally specific flavours of “peace” and how historians have preferred to dwell on the violence of the past than on its forms of peace. He brings in a distinction from Ishida Takeshi between the peace of the centre (“peace-keeping”, “peace-making”) and the peace of the margin, where people’s hope is to be “left in peace”. And he offers this thought about what we are usually talking about nowadays when we use the language of peace:

Paradoxically, peace was turned into an academic subject just when it had been reduced to a balance between sovereign, economic powers acting under the assumption of scarcity. Thus study is restricted to research on the least violent truce between competitors locked into a zero sum game. Like searchlights, the concepts of this research focus on scarcities. And they permit the discovery of unequal distributions of scarcity. But in the process of such research, the peaceful enjoyment of that which is not scarce, people’s peace, is left in a zone of deep shadow.

It is hard to bring into view what Illich is trying to speak of when he says that the past includes “the peaceful enjoyment of that which is not scarce”. We’re so saturated in a story of original scarcity, there’s something here that doesn’t compute.

Then Hine quotes an hour discussion with a student of Illich's which is difficult for me to understand...but I will try again later.

I like being pushed to understand more about peace.

Inner peace has been so much the focus in my life, due to the incredible disruptions in our world these days. It's a survival technique I'm sure.

Just wanted to share this, as these are thoughts of a stream of ongoing considerations.

Friday, January 30, 2026

The life-raft

 Some thoughts, starting with waking.

We're all in life rafts.

What if there's a leak in my/our raft?

OK, deal with the feeling, go back to the image.

Patch is needed. Much as all my medical issues - some of which have patches, some just lead to bailing the water, so I don't drown. With lungs my primary week link I think drowning is likely as a legitimate worry.

Then I realize my skin represents my raft...somewhat impervious to the environment, it allows me to float along in this sea of life.

Mmmm, I'm my own life raft.

My nebulizer each day is a saline solution, which is like the salt in the ocean, in our blood. It helps clear out mucous, and my sinuses benefit first...along with coughing which is good in this case. The air in my small apartment is then saturated for about half an hour. I have a couple of medicines which I can also inhale. They don't seem to change my ability to breathe, so I just do them and wonder if they are really helping. (I'll check with my pulmonologist again in a week.) I now have an air-purifier which has different colored lights indicating when the saline and other chemicals have been cleared from the air.

I'm also looking forward to that doctor's visit to obtain his opinion of the CT scan I had last week of my lungs. The Bronchiectasis leaves damage, as well as pneumonia which I had last year in September. I want to see what my lung-status is now before I can consider some major changes in my life.


 sometimes this is the feeling I have


The feeling I want to have


Tuesday, January 27, 2026

Listening to stars

 

 “In The Lost World of the Kalahari, Laurens van der Post writes about living among the Bushmen of the Kalahari Desert and describes how shocked they were that he couldn’t hear the stars.

At first they thought he must be joking or lying. When they realized he really couldn’t hear the stars, they concluded he must be very ill and expressed great sorrow. For the Bushmen knew anyone who can’t hear nature must have the gravest sickness of all"

Have you watched "The Gods Must be Crazy" lately. I think I'm going to look for it now. I need to see this perspective on life again.

Monday, January 26, 2026

Considering my Online Life

Some interesting things to consider, thanks to  "Online Rhythms" Slowing Down the Quick-Step of Social Media, by Eline Kieft's Substack newsletter, which she announced she's dropping for now.

Reflections for Living Well with Digital Time

When you are online…

  1. Before you open an app or your inbox, take a moment to tune in what you are actually looking for in that moment. Distraction is fine, but usually not so nourishing…

  2. What happens in your body while you are scrolling, reading or replying? Check your breath, jaw, shoulders, eyes, chest and your emotions.

  3. Do you stop when you have had enough, or do you keep going out of habit, fear of missing something, or because you’re engrossed without realising?

  4. Afterwards, does it feel like you found what you were looking for? More spacious, alive and connected, or… more drained, frustrated or fearful?

Applying the Archetypes

  1. What kind of content inspires and nourishes you? Call on the distinguishing energy of The Warrior, who protects what is sacred. Say no to what you don’t want. Only invite what feels live-giving.

  2. What happens if you let unread posts or messages accumulate without turning that into a story about failure or lack of discipline? Call on The Healer if you need to re-weave a story.

  3. Whose rhythms are you really living inside, and what kind of rhythm would feel more truthful for you right now? Call on the Mystic, who bridges times and worlds, and who knows all is connected, also when you aren’t online!

  4. If you were choosing your online life for nourishment rather than visibility, productivity or consumption, what would you do differently this week? Call on the energy of the Mother for nurturing creation.

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My comments as I copied this, wanting to consider it further...

I have to concentrate beforehand to find the thing I want to accomplish...to add something, to find something, to express something. 

I often do become aware of my body when reading on line...usually to protect my eyes from sunlight on the side which triggers migraines. Today I became aware of how I hold my mouth.

I'm definitely engrossed, and enjoying reading here. Blogs provide not only windows into others' lives, but sometimes they comment on my blog, and then I can reply if there's something interesting said. This has allowed it to become social media for me.

On the other hand, I read Facebook for more news stories, videos, and keeping track of several interests...like the Buddhist Monks Walk for Peace. There I am much more careful what I read.

Most of the time I do feel more connected, inspired, and educated when I move away from the internet.

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I'll consider the Archetypes in the future.


Friday, December 12, 2025

Tonantzin - Our Lady of Guadalupe

Here's a wonderful description of this Goddess turned Madonna. In  Mexico, and much of the United States wherever Hispanic people live, this story is well known. December 12 is her feast day. Her images are depicted with her standing on  a crescent moon, with Juan Diego raising his hands in celebration  of the miracle of roses that she gifted him to have her sacred temple rebuilt.

Catholics have carried forward the stories of goddesses by continuing them as Saints in their own rituals...as this one indicates.



**The Feast Day of Our Lady of Guadalupe ** **December 12** **


The Story of Tonantzin-Guadalupe
** **by Licha Witcha** **
Each section is to be read before a decade of the rosary, for 15 decades in all*

1. In the history of the indigenous people of Mesoamerica, there is a Mother who is so great that life is impossible without her. She is the cycle of birth, death, and rebirth. And while is she is known by many exalted names, she is also simply called Tonantzin, “Our Mother.” This is Tonantzin’s story—when she became known as Guadalupe.

2. The most powerful titles are reserved for her. She is: Mother of the Gods Mother of the Giver of Life Mother of the Lord of the Near and Far Mother of Heaven and Earth .

3. In 1521, Spanish conquistadores invaded the lands that are now known as Mexico. The Spanish invasion was brutal and decimated the indigenous population. Not only did the Spanish invade with the intention of taking control of natural resources and land, but they strove for complete cultural domination. Within decades innumerable plant and animals species disappeared into extinction. A hundred million would be left dead on the American continent. Outside of present-day Mexico City, the Spanish encountered the temple of Tonantzin on the sacred hill of Tepeyac. They demolished the temple, leaving only rubble. The soldiers killed the bodies of the people, the priests tried to kill their soul.

4. In December 1531, ten years after the Spanish invasion, a Mexica man named Cuauhtlatoatzin (whose name meant “Talking Eagle”) walked near the hillside where Tonantzin’s temple once stood. Through Christian baptism under Spanish rule, the man had been renamed Juan Diego. That day, on his morning walk, Cuauhtlatoatzin heard the voices of many birds singing from a nearby hilltop. The songs suddenly ended, and in the silence that followed a voice called out his name.
5. Juan climbed to the top of the hill and there met a beautiful young woman whose clothing shone with the radiance of the sun. She immediately put the young man at ease. Juan was so moved by the tenderness of the lady. He asked if she had a request of him. *

6.* The lady asked Cuauhtlatoatzin to travel to the Spanish Bishop and instruct him to rebuild her temple at Tepeyac, her sacred hillside. “*There I will listen to the cries and lamentations of your people, in order to cure all their various pains, miseries, and sorrows,” she said.*

7. Juan pointed out the futility of the request, but the lady sent him on his way. He made two attempts to convince the Bishop, but he was not believed. For a Mexica man to approach the Spanish Bishop with such a request would be an act of unimaginable courage.

8. On the third day, Juan’s uncle was gravely ill and dying. Juan was desperate to find a holy man to help his uncle. Concerned that he might be detained by the lady’s request again, he took a different route around her hillside. He tried to avoid her! Despite his efforts, the Lady intercepted him on his journey. After all, how could he ever be lost to her? Juan urgently explained that he could not fulfill her request and that he needed to tend to his dying uncle.

9. The lady assured Juan that she had already cured his uncle. She then calmed him with these words: *Am I not here, who am your Mother?* *Are you not under my shadow and protection?* *Am I not the fountain of life?* *Are you not in the folds of my mantle—in the crossing of my arms?* *Is there anything else you need?*

10.She asked him to make one last trip to the Bishop and gave him an armful of roses miraculously growing in the dead of a dry winter. She instructed him to deliver the roses to the Bishop and to ask the Bishop to build her temple. Juan filled his tilma—or outer robe—with the roses.

11.Juan went back to the Bishop the third time and waited all day to be seen. He was finally granted an audience. When he entered the chambers, he dropped the roses at the Bishop’s feet. As the roses fell to the ground, the Bishop dropped to his knees, as did all the other men in the Bishop’s company. There, on Juan Diego’s tilma, was the image of the Lady herself—just as she had looked when she was speaking to him.

12.In the twentieth century researchers were able to magnify the eyes of the Lady in the Tilma. Although their dimensions are microscopic, the iris and the pupils present the highly detailed images of 13 people. The same people are present in the left eye and the right, with different ratios, just as images are transmitted by human eyes. The reflection transmitted through the eyes of the Virgin of Guadalupe is thought to be the scene in which Juan Diego brought the flowers given him by Our Lady as a sign to Bishop Zumarraga, on December 9, 1531.
13.The Lady’s instructions were followed by the bishop. The temple was built for her on the hillside of Tepeyac. Later, a larger basilica was built near Tepeyac. Nearly 500 years later, the original tilma worn by Juan Diego with the Lady’s image, remains intact and on display at the basilica. Every year, the basilica is visited by over 20 million people. They are there to see the Lady. The shrine of the Virgin of Guadalupe is the most visited Catholic pilgrimage destination in the world.

14.The sash around Our Lady of Guadalupe’s waist indicates that she is with child – one of the rare depictions of the mother of God as pregnant. She appears pregnant reminding us that life will continue even at this moment when it seems unlikely, if not impossible. The genocide and ecocide that began with the European conquest of the Americas continues to this day and brought on the sixth extinction of life on this planet. But the mother will find a way to birth new life into the world.
15.The Catholic church gave the lady the name Guadalupe. They named her after a Black Madonna worshipped in Spain. The name stuck, yet the people of Mexico recognized her as their own. Regardless of name, she was their Great Mother. When Mexicans battled for their independence from Spain, they carried images of Tonantzin Guadalupe on their banners. The Mother of all Mothers had not disappeared. She was still the one whose roots extended deep into the land, living proof that she was alive and never abandons her children. She was not destroyed when the Spaniards flattened her temple. She had returned. She is here.

Thanks to Linda Heisel from FB page The Way of the Rose








 

Monday, November 3, 2025

This person's thoughts after a dream

 I think it's the stop sign of death.

The falling off the cliff of life.

Nothingness.

So how do I deal with it? Think about it? Feel emotional about nothing?

I have a new sense perhaps from my recent dream. In it I saw my son Marty carry a huge stack of magazines and newspapers from a coffee table out of the house. That was it. I had spoken with him earlier the evening before. But that was just about as much reality as the dream had. I have no coffee table. I have no magazines or newspapers.

But I have thoughts of how my family will have the burden of clearing out my apartment after I die.

I have only that emotional sense of duty, to try to do more to lessen that burden.

But this morning, as I felt again the dream, I realized my after-life (whatever it might be or not be) is actually also something besides that  last burden to my family. It's not final. The stop happens. Then I can continue on whatever road might be before me.

So I've got more choices after death.

Of course they (these choices) are all in the same imagination of my day to day life now. But it gives me something more to consider than the dread "final arrangements." Which I haven't made yet.

See Robertson's nice piece about his life as an Elder which I just posted earlier.

A few years ago, Marty and myself in St. Petersburg, FL