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Friday, December 30, 2011
I'm not a big fan of parties, & New Year's eve is no exception, in fact really the only way I feel comfortable at parties or any event where the accent is on enjoyment & having fun is to be working for all or at least part of the time. Fun per se is not something I do. I'll be snug in bed at the appointed hour, & grateful to be so.
But this is the time of year when I look around & see where I am now & how I got here, & I have to share with you this version of Auld Lang Syne, sung by Mairi Campbell & featured in the film Sex & the City, because I also appreciate, remember, & am grateful for friends who have been with me along the way; new, old, fallen away.
Three new friends
People have fallen away, or removed themselves, or been removed, & this is inevitable as day follows night. Some have gone leaving a big hole, others have apparently brushed the dust of their departure smooth behind them.
I experience more space than before, & new friends are more light-filled, or perhaps it's me.
& of course I acknowledge my master Osho; in the words of the song, 'Nobody does it better.' This is the guy whose love has taught me to watch, to wait, & to allow. In endless gratefulness, thank you Osho.
Happy New Year!
Tuesday, August 23, 2011
It's eight months since I last wrote & time (concept though it is) is flying! There's a kitten between me & the keyboard, forcing me to look at it from between two ears. He's also lying somewhat heavily across my left arm so I am typing with one hand. Why not move him? Because once I've finished this I will be sleeping & he will join his two brothers outside for the night. He won't like it but that's just how it is.
Monday, December 27, 2010
Who am I & what am I doing here? Lately it's more a question of how to be here & where to be, & so far the answer is I really don't know.
On the one hand it is true that the truth cannot be spoken; on the other hand, because the truth cannot be spoken it has to be spoken in thousands of ways. The problem is not that the truth will reach to you through thousands of ways, but you may become infected with the search. If a man speaks about the truth he may not be able to say it…but you can get a glimpse from his eyes, you can get something from his gestures – something not from the words but the way the words are spoken, the emphasis, the gaps. The presence of such a man speaking may be just an excuse to allow you to be showered by his presence.
Osho, Beyond Psychology chapter 3
Monday, September 13, 2010
My favourite soap comes in a box. Inside the box the bar of soap used to be wrapped in a kind of grease-proof paper. Now it's sealed in cellophane. Previously the soap was ideal for travelling as you could keep the wrapper to re-wrap the bar before setting off to your next destination. Now there's no chance of that. So what? Get over it! Have you nothing better to think about, or, worse still, write about? But you don't understand, I've been using this soap for over twenty years, & it's yet another thing to add to the growing list of things that have changed in the last couple of months...