Distraction

I’m pretty sure I would be distracted.

At last enough beans all at once to make a meal. Until now, the birds and I nibbled the few a day while still outside.

Spring flowers are not much more ephemeral than are we from the perspective of infinity (or even geological time). I think one of the central aims of yoga philosophy is to make some sense of the need for recognition of our own place and worthiness, while still acknowledging our undeniable individual smallness in the vast web of being. In that light, it seeks to offer us awareness of some idea of ourselves that is infinite and not just our distinct finitude.
Peace and light, E — Posted with WordPress for BlackBerry.
I was staying at a retreat center in Peru on 9/11. I was not with anyone else from the United States. I remember at the first meal after the planes hit, another guest suggesting that the United States deserved it. I also remember the brief moment of gathering sympathy that, as a country, we threw away with the aggressive response.
The best thing about the retreat center was that instead of tea bags, every morning there were fresh herbs from the garden for tea. I continue to make my tea that way as much of the year as the garden is able.


It was an unexpected delight to get a yoga philosophy lesson as part of the mandatory “Records Management for Everyone” course.
The five acts of Siva are creation, maintenance, withdrawal, concealment, and revelation.
The lesson had the first three covered. Missing from the lesson, though, were concealment and revelation. Perhaps those were thought of as less apt to records management.