Author: L.E. Hansen

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Confliction & 2028

“Don’t worry about the situation of the world. You must be happy – very, very happy! Only through happiness and waves of bliss, you will be able to help your country and the entire world. You will remain ever invincible when you don’t allow anything to obscure your happiness.” ~ Maharishi Mahesh Yogi

On a separate but related note I’ve been following the works and words of Thich Nhat Hanh for some time now. Sometimes I can even make it work, this in the now thing. At least for awhile. Sometimes I can even feel at peace–for awhile. I consider getting back to meditating and even have my own zafu and zabuton. But then I have also purchased a Yoga mat and hand weights. I’m sure I’ll get to them too.

This is all to say and finally speak to the cliched elephant in the room–Trump. The Trump world of Republicans and sycophants and followers. And I swore I would never bring him up. But like the huge festering boil of old, there it is. And the biggest scream factor that I have is my inability to understand the people who still see him in a good light, even a positive one. Those who still can see a green reflecting pool as blue. Or now as it turns out to admittedly be green, turned so by vandals.

Actually I do understand it. People don’t want truth, they want to feel safe. This sentiment is lodged in works by our pal Fyodor Dostoevsky, who wrote, “People don’t want truth; they want comfort dressed as truth” and in Kafka’s observation that people “rent illusions” to avoid the weight of reality. I understand it but I don’t. Feeling safe can kill you.

I mostly wonder what will happen to those who have to know, yet say the words and kiss the ass anyway. Marco Rubio, JD Vance, et.al. When I see them I want to cry. How could they betray us so for personal gain. Is there no integrity at all?

For God’s sake! Eating pets? Litter boxes for toilets in schools? A war!

It’s the weight of it, the sadness, the frustration. And the just plain exhaustion. As I try to picture the goodness in others, say the metta for all, and move the mala beads that were once rosary beads, I wait for the election of 2028. Will the revolution come then? Who can believe the ‘great he’ will leave peacefully. Will we be ready for the chaos this time or will we again be taken by surprise? Know this much: they will certainly be ready even if we are not.

In the new Zen, the Zen of Thich Nhat Hanh, there comes a time when the monks must not stay silent or inactive. It is an involved Zen. And the now of it will soon enough become 2028.

Copied from internet under photos of Thich Nhat Hanh.

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Back to Jotting

I have had to come back to revive my site and do some posting as I keep thinking of things and wanting to jot them down. For instance this morning (long ago now)—as I accidentally consumed the last gingersnap cookie—I thought that was just wrong. You should never have the last of anything without being aware of it. What an unsatisfactory ending. Like falling into a pit because you didn’t know it was there. (Only a slight exaggeration psychologically.)

In the interval—that is, between when I started the above first sentence and now—I had to go out to refill the frog fountain on the patio table. Because when I stood up from here I saw the watering jug. That’s how things start. That’s how I ended up with a garden on my patio table in the first place.

Here are some photos to show you the Before. Before the deer come to drink from the frog pool and eat the pink blossoms off the fuschia and make it so that I have to go out and bemoan the fact that I ever made friends with mama deer in the first place.

This is mama deer:

This is mama deer with Zeus:

Now mama deer has told all her friends. Last spring she brought her twin babies to show them to me (or me to them). All of the deer come now, many at night. I know this because the fountain is dry when I check in the morning. And most of the lovely buds are gone. I picture the deer lining up at night for the buffet. I have put away the deer spray that is safe for pets. It is also safe for nature. It only makes deer stay away. I can’t do that as mama deer brought her babies to meet me.

This is all of the jotting for today. I hope people will come back to see me. Maybe even some new people. Although I wouldn’t blame anyone for staying away. How awful to not talk (or jot) to friends for so long.

[I keep trying to add some tags but don’t quite know how or remember. That’s how long it’s been. Maybe I’ll figure it out for next time.]

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Retired

Until further notice.

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I Am

Life at Midlife
I am no longer waiting for a special occasion; I burn the best candles on ordinary days.
I am no longer waiting for the house to be clean; I fill it with people who understand that even dust is Sacred.
I am no longer waiting for everyone to understand me; It’s just not their task
I am no longer waiting for the perfect children; my children have their own names that burn as brightly as any star.
I am no longer waiting for the other shoe to drop; It already did, and I survived.
I am no longer waiting for the time to be right; the time is always now.
I am no longer waiting for the mate who will complete me; I am grateful to be so warmly, tenderly held.
I am no longer waiting for a quiet moment; my heart can be stilled whenever it is called.
I am no longer waiting for the world to be at peace; I unclench my grasp and breathe peace in and out.
I am no longer waiting to do something great; being awake to carry my grain of sand is enough.
I am no longer waiting to be recognized; I know that I dance in a holy circle.
I am no longer waiting for Forgiveness.
I believe, I Believe.
Author: Mary Anne Perrone
Image: Ravi Patel
Source:
WildWomanSisterhood.com
Embody your Wild Nature

Posted by The Crystal Goddess Poster based in Canada.

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Happy Birthday (Belated)

Once again it’s time to wish our all time favorite Poet—William Butler Yeats—a very Happy Birth on the days after and week and month he was born. We are so pleased to have him amongst the bipeds of light and love. Although I don’t know what sort of person he was. I’ve heard rumors that he was not the kindest of gentlemen. Not having read a biography of him I don’t know any real, that is truthful, information about his humanity.

WB Yeats, who was born on the 13th of June in 1865 and died in January of 1939, received the Nobel Prize for Literature in 1923. 

“The world is full of magic things, patiently waiting for our senses to grow sharper.”

“I have spread my dreams under your feet.
Tread softly because you tread on my dreams.”

“For he would be thinking of love
Till the stars had run away
And the shadows eaten the moon.”

“Come away, O human child!
To the waters and the wild
With a faery, hand in hand,
For the world’s more full of weeping than you can understand.”

“Turning and turning in the widening gyre
The falcon cannot hear the falconer;
Things fall apart; the centre cannot hold;
Mere anarchy is loosed upon the world,
The blood-dimmed tide is loosed, and everywhere
The ceremony of innocence is drowned;
The best lack all conviction, while the worst
Are full of passionate intensity”

These lovely quotes from different poems were posted by Dena Bain Taylor along with a photo. It’s nice that the photo is different from the ones we are used to seeing.