Friday, May 27, 2011
Yet...I wonder... when we find ourself lying next to its icy form, shaking in the dark, perhaps we could try a new tactic. What if, rather than ignoring or throttling it with a noose of words, thoughts and plans, we reached over and curled against it, breathing in the sharp odor of pain and sorrow. Breathing in... an open space to be.
Tuesday, May 24, 2011
Every summer I get giddy thinking about the sweet, sweaty hours to come immersed in mindless books. Oh I know, mindless is a bit strong, but summer reading has a flavor that sets it apart from other more intellectual seasons. As school ends and the temperature rises, I escape into new worlds, meeting interesting characters who keep me company through the long lazy days of sunshine. Thus far I have plowed through three books, The Gift by Lois Lowry, The Girl Who Chased the Moon by Sarah Addison Allen, and most recently The Guernsey Literary and Potato Peel Pie Society, by Mary Ann Shaffer and Annie Barrows (positively lovely). I recommend all three with enthusiasm and although I have no intention of penning a literary description of any kind I will say, that each book left me feeling a bit lighter, not smarter but certainly lighter. I'll keep you posted as my hefty stack of unread books continues to shrink. Just imagine what enthusiasm I will garner for my literary pursuits once the weather outside no longer looks like this:
Monday, May 23, 2011
"As a bee seeks nectar
from all kinds of flowers,
seek teachings everywhere.
Like a deer that finds a quiet place to graze,
seek seclusion to digest all you have gathered.
Like a Lion, live completely free of all fear.
And finally, like a madman, beyond limits,
go wherever you please."
~A Tantra of Dzogchen
Sunday, May 15, 2011
Art glorious art! Oh how I love my job! Children, Art, Children, Art...throw in a little nature and I am in heaven. I recently curated our annual art show for the students and after weeks of labor and months of planning it went off without a hitch. Here are a few photos to celebrate its success:
The picture above is an example of some of the children's seasonal explorations
And here is a sampling of a classroom space study, complete with a collaborative robot and solar system...
Tuesday, May 10, 2011
Bodhi gave me a bouquet in miniature, as we walked along the trail.
A perfect day!
Tuesday, May 3, 2011
Monday, May 2, 2011
Spiritual experience is a modest woman
who looks lovingly at only one man.
who looks lovingly at only one man.
It's a great river where ducks live happily, and crows drown. The visible bowl of form contains food that is both nourishing and a source of heartburn. There is an unseen presence we honor that gives the gifts. You're water. We're the millstone. You're wind. We're dust blown into shapes. You're spirit. We're the opening and closing of our hands. You're the clarity. We're this language that tries to say it. You're joy. We're all the different kinds of laughing. Any movement or sound is a profession of faith, as the millstone grinding is explaining how it believes in the river! No metaphor can say this, but I can't stop pointing to the beauty.
Every moment and place says, "Put this design in your carpet!" Like the shepherd in Book II, who wanted to pick the lice off God's robe, and stitch up God's shoes, I want to be in such a passionate adoration that my tent gets pitched against the sky! Let the beloved come and sit like a guard dog in front of the tent. When the ocean surges, don't let me just hear it. Let it splash inside my chest! -- The Essential Rumi, Barks, 1995
(thanks mom for sharing)