Boise, Idaho

Boise, Idaho


A man travels the world over in search of what he needs and returns home to find it.
George A. Moore


Small Things

“The observer, when he seems to himself to be observing a stone, is really, if physics is to be believed, observing the effects of the stone upon himself.”
Bertrand Russell

A Life of Shareful Abundance

The Metta
May all beings have fresh clean water to drink.
May all beings have food to eat.
May all beings have a home.
May all beings have someone to share love with.
May all beings know their true purpose.
May all beings be well and happy.
May all beings be free from suffering.
Today I will do what I can to make it so.

In the small Sacred Mountain Monastery near the former gold mining town of Idaho City, Mother Shayshoshewa and her small following of nuns and monks recite the Metta over a hundred times every day. Their goal is to reinforce its message by repeating it 7 billion times to plant a seed of consciousness for the world.

I share this Metta so you may participate if you wish in nurturing their seed. We each travel a different path through life, may each of you realize the Metta in your own life.

Daily Prompt: Cupid’s Arrow

To My Valentine: J

How do I love thee? Let me count 10 ways.

1. You bring me coffee in bed every morning.

2. You are always glad to see me when I return home after work at the end of the day.

3. You do your best to overlook my shortcomings (most of the time).

4. You kiss me goodbye, you kiss me hello, you kiss me goodnight, and in between times too.

5. You make me smile, you make me giggle, and you sometimes even make me laugh until I cry.

6. You are always there when I need to talk and when I need quiet.

7. You aren’t afraid to tell me when I’m wrong or when I’m right.

8. You clean the bathroom, even the bad stuff.

9. You are my best friend and lover and have stuck it out for 26+ eventful years.

10. You love me back.

Happy Valentine’s Day!

Tapestry of Life

“Nature uses only the longest threads to weave her patterns, so that each small piece of her fabric reveals the organization of the entire tapestry.”
Richard P. Feynman

The weekly photo challenge got me thinking about the concept of uniqueness. As a rule I tend to look for similarities before differences as I tend to think of us as existing in a shared dependent environment. In this sense on a very basic level, with everything superficial stripped away we are just living breathing temporary entities trying to understand the world around us and dealing with our basic needs.

Beyond this is where the concept of unique begins for me. Our distinctive genetic composition, personalities and experiences mean that no two of us live in exactly the same world nor do we interact with it in the same way. I visualize our unique essence as parts of a grand tapestry with each of us a woven cord made up of many strands stretching out to infinity; the dark strands reveal the negative aspects in our lives – bias, selfishness, hate, envy, cruelty. Other threads shimmer with joy, kindness, love, sharing and empathy. And still other strands are more indeterminate shadings representing commitment, openness, attitude, dedication, symmetry. Each person’s cord is made up of their own unique blend of these threads. None are all a single tone, but each has its own color scheme directed by the composition of threads of the individual’s life. While chance determines the color of the threads representing our place in time, locality, parentage, and access to basic necessities; how we adapt to these challenges or gifts colors the rest of our thread of life.

Although I know that the juxtaposition of light and dark brings depth and definition I can’t help feeling that when I behave badly or engage in negative thoughts that another strand darkens in my life’s cord. As I step back to see beyond myself, I see the threads that braid each of us into individuals intertwine to weave us into the tapestry of life. Whether the overall pattern is beautiful depends on the makeup of each individual’s thread of life as it is woven into the whole. Each of our threads plays a role in the tapestry and the pattern is determined by what is unique in us all.

Let There Be Peace. . .

If I could choose to be a master of any skill in the world, which skill would I pick?
The answer lies in which aspect of me is answering. The mature altruistic me would, of course, choose “peacemaker” because this is a much needed skill in the world today and seemingly in short supply. As this Master Peacemaker I’d somehow have superhuman powers to create a new era of peace and wouldn’t the world be a better place if we could all just get along? I’d like to say this would be my choice anyway.

More likely I’d give in to the child me, who still dreams and tries to learn things that may not be possible for the real me. I can practically see the eager child restless stepping center stage and belting out a Koko Taylor song while accompanying on whichever musical instrument is at hand. Let’s face it, if you are going to have savant dreams, why think small. My skill choice would be music – ALL music.

This is a skill set but I think the skills you need to make, perform and even write music all draw from the same pool. I am assuming that possessing the mastery of the skill set also implies the talent needed to make it viable. Who wouldn’t want to be able to draw musically from the world: Reggae, Klezmer, Celtic, Rai, Bhamgra, Zydego, Bluegrass – an endless line of musical styles and cultures? Wherever you went you’d be able to converse musically there. After all, “Music has charms to sooth a savage breast,” or so they say. Okay, NOW my mature side is interested. Couldn’t a master musician with amazing skills across genres bring peace to hearts and minds? Perhaps peacemaker after all.

Thoughts on a Cold Winter Day

Winter days at the cabin.

Winter days at the cabin.

I am new to blogging. When my friend said she was starting a blog I really had no idea of why someone would do this. In my defense let me just say that I really am not a Luddite, I just don’t want to live on my computer when I get home from work. I have other things to do and it seemed like a huge time commitment for little return.

As we talked about it I came to understand her reason for doing this. Many of us go about our days silently watching what happens around us, but rarely venturing into the public arena to “have our say” on the world around us. Whether it is fear of being “out of step” or “odd” in our opinions or a desire for privacy, there comes a time when the need to speak freely becomes an expression of our existence and our place in time. Engaging in conversations with others having differing opinions is important to understanding, so in my blogs from time to time, I’ll begin a conversation with you. It is my hope that each of us will gain insight into other perspectives as we converse.

I also want to use my blog to explore my own thoughts by putting them into words. Whether you call it spiritual, philosophical or just living a meaningful life, these are expressions of who I am and who I want to be. I will be curious to see if any of those blogs strike a cord with you. We shall see.

Lastly, I am looking for an outlet for whimsy. I value the child in me and wish to give voice to the wonder and unbridled passions of childhood. Along with this I will explore my hobbies and passions in life and in general the things and people who make me excited to get out of bed every day.

For now, I think this is enough to work with. . .