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A Monday meander: Heat wave and hodgepodge edition

A modest flower.

Love is the strongest force the world possesses and yet it is the humblest imaginable.

~ Mahatma Gandhi, 1925

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A Monday meander: Checking in on the word for the year

A flame in the flower garden.

Like a caring mother
holding and guarding the life
of her only child,
so with a boundless heart
of lovingkindness,
hold yourself and all beings
as your beloved children.

~ Gautama Buddha

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Solstice dreams

Solstice sunrise playing on the lawn.

Each solstice is a domain of experience unto itself. At the summer solstice, all is green and growing, potential coming into being, the miracle of manifestation painted large on the canvas of awareness.

~ Gary Zuka

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A breath of fresh air

High tide in the marsh.

You can’t change who you are, but you can change what you have in your head, you can refresh what you’re thinking about, you can put some fresh air in your head.

~ Ernesto Bertarelli

Slowness means cleaving perfectly to time, so closely that the seconds fall one by one, drop by drop like the steady dripping of a tap on stone. This stretching of time deepens space. It is one of the secrets of walking: a slow approach to landscapes that gradually renders them familiar. Like the regular encounters that deepen friendship.

~  Frédéric Gros, A Philosophy of Walking

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Obsessed

On the To Be Read Shelf

Book collecting is an obsession, an occupation, a disease, an addiction, a fascination, an absurdity, a fate. It is not a hobby. Those who do it must do it. Those who do not do it, think of it as a cousin of stamp collecting, a sister of the trophy cabinet, bastard of a sound bank account and a weak mind.

~ Jeanette Winterson

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All Our Waves Are Water

Mission Beach, California. (November 2007)

In Yoga philosophy, as with all the great faiths, God could never be captured in words.  But if you tried, you might say God is an intelligence akin to the Force in Star Wars or what Voltaire seems to have been getting at when he wrote that “God is a circle whose center is everywhere and circumference nowhere.”

I know there are as many yogic philosophies as there are scientific theories.  Samkhya, Vedanta, Tantra.  There is probably now a yoga philosophy they sell exclusively online for just $99.99 with a limited edition organic recycled yoga mat.  Humans love to brand and argue.  But the truth of our original nature must be singular.  And yogis would note that meditation, religion, service, science, philosophy, and those funny pretzel poses are all paths to God.  But none of those paths or methods encapsulates God.  And none is better than the others.  The paths are simply fingers pointing at the moon, rafts across the ocean of suffering, different strokes for different folks.  Or to use my favorite metaphor, the paths — like all things subject to birth and death — are waves.

God is the sea.

~ Jaimal Yogis, All Our Waves Are Water: Stumbling Toward Enlightenment and the Perfect Ride

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