Wouldn’t make a bad epitaph. In the mean time, trying (sadhana).
Peace and light, E — Posted with WordPress for BlackBerry.
I hope this reaches those who had been subscribing to my blog by email. I have been desultory in my efforts to address technical glitches with the website in recent months, the last of which is offering the ability to get posts by email or otherwise in a feed.
I hope if this does reach you by email that you will want to continue to subscribe and also perhaps sometimes reply or comment directly on the website. I am always interested in reactions.
I expect to be posting a couple times a week. May what I offer be of value in these intense times and with so many calls for our attention.
Wishing you peace, health, and joy. And if you have not yet voted, please make a plan for Election Day.
My first reaction when seeing young people go past my house without a mask, is to ask, where’s your mask? My second reaction may not be kind. I am trying to make a habit of thinking, may they be happy–starting in the middle of the litany.
That may be more about enlightened self-interest, than exercising true compassion, but it’s a start.
I’ve been told that the tantric yoga masters said everything is the emanating light of consciousness with a capital “C” (prakasha) and through certain esoteric practices we can come to know ourselves as reflecting back on (vimarsha) this exquisite light. Then we can experience the sublimity of oneness.
Intentional stillness makes reflections easier to witness. And so we sit. And we can reorient our whole view of the world and recognize the emanating light reflected in the play of patterns from our individual and relational embodied dances. And sometimes a trio of dogs and a pond just make a great opportunity for a photo essay.
Peace and light, E — Posted with WordPress for BlackBerry.
