I love a new word. Went from Aesthetic to Ascetic to Mendicant to the Desert Fathers to Hesychasm. Here's the link to the wikipedia page.
This particular passage struck me as relevant to my friend, in the hospital over there, and to lightworkers in general. (The emphasis is mine):
Ha. We've had some discussion around here about zen, meditation, hyper-focus, prayer. All defining definitions... So. The wife and I were sitting together around lunch and in comes the manboy. He is excited to share: "I found a guy online who has a method to meditate in two minutes!" Whodathunk.
"Oh yeah, how does he do that?" I ask.
I woke up this morning with a piercing, "is this it?" headache. Just after two am. It was so fierce that I was a little bit whiny while I was looking for the tylenol and some more water. Drank some water, got out of the bedroom where I could make a little more noise and cried.
So I'm sitting there taking the second bite out of a sandwich, and it suddenly felt like I had been punched in the side of the neck/head. The muscles from my cheek down under my ear around the point of my jaw slammed into a muscle cramp. I hollered.
This piece really struck me today. Well written, interesting and entertaining. I am a big fan of the Australian aboriginal "dreamtime paths." I did a paper on them for cultural anthropology about the same time I was taking macro-economics. Truly mind blowing.
AND I love the quiet times, the hidden places, the ways to slip between, things seen and unseen, mean and clean.
In the ninth grade, I was in Mrs Lummus's honors English class. We did some Shakespeare and read Homer's Odessy. [Whew, that's like eight spell check in two sentences!] I have always been a good story teller, just had to learn "The Rules" of proper English. I came from a family of teachers.
I am, as so many of us are, inspired by the consistency and quality of Yarraman's blogs. And so, casting about in my frantic mind this morning, I landed on the faint memory of her recent blogs. About depression, I think they were. I've been camping by the river on this one (DE NILE), so I'm processing on the page here. One more ranter at the group therapy meeting.
We watched this film last night. Ended up with those good tears leaking out of our eyes. I do hope that you'll find the opportunity to watch it--even if, like me, you couldn't wait to take a shower afterwards...Lol.
OH the sugary sweets of Armageddon
Fill us with wild prophecy, infinite possibility
Like holiday treats, each delicious and rich
Too many, a poison then and we are left recovering.
Hungover with dreams of impossible change?
Gorged on hopes without reason?
A holiday season, followed as always
By a harsh bare winter.
A butterfly returned to the cocoon
To think it over, once again.
Just finished a couple of canasta games, had some lovely conversation today.
Checking the calendar, seems tomorrow is some sort of auspicious day...Tell me again, what exactly is going to occur?