We were talking about the space between us all and the people who hide themselves behind a wall of illusion. Never glimpse the truth - then it's far too late when they pass away.
Saturday, April 30, 2011
Thursday, April 28, 2011
My older sister along with my nephew stopped by yesterday afternoon for a visit. She is the second oldest of five, me being the youngest. It seems that we have opposite opinions on most issues, but somehow we manage to get along, as long as we stay off the topics of politics and religion. I don’t see much use in quibbling over differences we have, I just decided that I don’t have much need to be right. Anyway you just have to give people some credit for being adults, it’s futile to try to convince people to come around to your way of thinking. So all in all it was a good visit. I was glad that they stopped by.
Wednesday, April 27, 2011
Saturday, April 16, 2011
"[T]he universal doctrine teaches that all the visible structures of the world ... are the effects of a ubiquitous power out of which they rise, which supports & fills them during their manifestation, & back into which they must ultimately... dissolve. This is the power known to science as energy, to the Melanesians as mana, to the Sioux Indians as wakonda, the Hindus as Shakti, and the Christians as the power of God."
Wednesday, April 13, 2011
I've been noticing with more frequency that when people laugh and smile they smile with their mouths but not with their eyes. The eyes always tell the truth. Are people ever authentic, or do they put on the mask of other peoples expectations? Why am I burdened with the ability to see that? I find myself averting my glance so I don't see or maybe I just don't want them to see it in my eyes.
Do not stand at my grave and weepDo not stand at my grave and weep
I am not there. I do not sleep.
I am a thousand winds that blow.
I am the diamond glints on snow.
I am the sunlight on ripened grain.
I am the gentle autumn rain.
When you awaken in the morning's hush
I am the swift uplifting rush
Of quiet birds in circled flight.
I am the soft stars that shine at night.
Do not stand at my grave and cry;
I am not there. I did not die.
Mary E. Frye
Thursday, April 7, 2011
Tuesday, April 5, 2011
Lauria, my nurse/friend, is currently reading Breakfast of Champions by Kurt Vonnegut, to me. There are several notable parts of the book, but this excerpt particularly caught my attention. I seem to be holding similar sentiments these days.
"This much I knew and know: I was making myself hideously uncomfortable by not narrowing my attention to details of life which were immediately important, and by refusing to believe what my neighbors believed."