Category: meditation

• May 16, 2012

  Fan of an altostratus, pastel and askew

  Her An hour ago, our skin, akin to clawed clay, came and combed in teeth of amethyst and bone–oh, you know, just a precipitous cappuccino. Me “Clawed clay” is so well described. I’d only add: the molten lava, like Jupiter’s eye and the top-hatted man holding up his rather sad umbrella. Her A chimney sweep’s…
• May 15, 2012

  Ethical life restored (VII)

  VII Silent of speech is nature’s course. Laozi, Daodejing, 23 Can we still follow nature’s course under nature’s gently guiding hand? I think so but only if we let nature return to its humble home and only after we learn again to listen to its silent speech. In early May, my love Alexandra and I spent a…
• May 7, 2012

  Loving my body entirely

  A few weeks ago, I asked what a body can do. I wanted to change the question from “What does a body look like when it is at rest?” to “What does a body feel like when it is functioning properly?” The latter question is a very good one, and yet it leaves hanging a more…
• May 5, 2012

  A life of words, a life of quiet actions

  I I want to understand myself more fully, and so I have begun taking pictures of myself. Robert Nozick writes that examining one’s life is like painting a self-portrait; I wrote the same about Jane Austen. I took this screen shot on the morning of April 30 around 7:20 a.m. It was then that the…
• May 4, 2012

  Being in love with living

  Over dinner last night she spoke of being in love with living. This morning there is no mist surrounding the hilltop, no rain falling on the opal rocks. The sun is neither out nor hiding and the trees are looking calm. There is a calmness to the morning, our final one here, a steadiness that…