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Tuesday, July 6, 2010

Heat + Holiday = Riverside

I do love me
a cool river on a hot day.

7 comments:

Suz said...: Looks like rock heaven!
I'd never leave..my nose and hands in the water looking..looking; July 6, 2010 11:09 PM
Teri said...: You sure have a way with your camera! I love that heart-shaped rock in #2, the shadow of you and the ripple, the little fuzzy thing from sunlight (can't think of what to call it). I hear that it has been really hot there. We are not too bad here really. Unusual weather in most places, I think.; July 7, 2010 12:29 AM
Karen L R said...: the rivers up here are full of folks on tubes!; July 7, 2010 11:05 AM
Oliag said...: Just amazing photos! I feel cooler just looking at them:) You truly captured the shady, woodsy feel of that river...Love the hat pic:); July 7, 2010 1:23 PM
HKatz said...: A tranquil and refreshing post; great photos.; July 7, 2010 10:49 PM
the wild magnolia said...: I missed this post is my google reader. Glad I went back.

Great photos, put me right there in your summer day!

'Twas fun!; July 11, 2010 4:11 PM
the wild magnolia said...: I missed this post is my google reader. Glad I went back.

Great photos, put me right there in your summer day!

'Twas fun!; July 11, 2010 4:11 PM

Meditation on Affliction

Assailed by afflictions, we discover dharma and find the way to liberation. Thank you, evil forces!

When sorrows invade the mind, we discover dharma and find lasting happiness. Thank you, sorrows!

Through harm caused by spirits we discover dharma and find fearlessness. Thank you, ghosts and demons!

Through people's hate we discover dharma and find benefits and happiness. Thank you, those who hate us!

Through cruel adversity, we discover dharma and find the unchanging way. Thank you, adversity!

Through being impelled to by others, we discover dharma and find the essential meaning. Thank you, all who drive us on!

We dedicate our merit to you all, to repay your kindness.

— Gyalwa Longchenpa

Who Says Words With My Mouth?

All day I think about it, then at night I say it.
Where did I come from, and what am I supposed to be doing?
I have no idea.
My soul is from elsewhere, I'm sure of that,
and I intend to end up there.

This drunkenness began in some other tavern.
When I get back around to that place,
I'll be completely sober. Meanwhile,
I'm like a bird from another continent, sitting in this aviary.
The day is coming when I fly off,
but who is it now in my ear who hears my voice?
Who says words with my mouth?

Who looks out with my eyes? What is the soul?
I cannot stop asking.
If I could taste one sip of an answer,
I could break out of this prison for drunks.
I didn't come here of my own accord, and I can't leave that way.
Whoever brought me here will have to take me home.

This poetry, I never know what I'm going to say.
I don't plan it.
When I'm outside the saying of it,
I get very quiet and rarely speak at all.

— Rumi

The Journey

One day you finally knew
what you had to do, and began,
though the voices around you
kept shouting
their bad advice--
though the whole house
began to tremble
and you felt the old tug
at your ankles.
"Mend my life!"
each voice cried.
But you didn't stop.
You knew what you had to do,
though the wind pried
with its stiff fingers
at the very foundations,
though their melancholy
was terrible.
It was already late
enough, and a wild night,
and the road full of fallen
branches and stones.
But little by little,
as you left their voices behind,
the stars began to burn
through the sheets of clouds,
and there was a new voice
which you slowly
recognized as your own,
that kept you company
as you strode deeper and deeper
into the world,
determined to do
the only thing you could do--
determined to save
the only life you could save.

Mary Oliver

Tuesday, July 6, 2010

Heat + Holiday = Riverside

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