HAPPY NEW YEAR. I HOPE THIS YEAR UNFOLDS IN WAYS WHICH BRING JOY AND PEACE TO YOUR HEART.

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Greetings Dear Friends:
This last month in particular I have been cocooned in bed in a medley of pain, opiates and dharma. I reflected this morning on time and how different it is when there are no outside activities that mark it’s passing such as going shopping, visiting friends or going to the bank. I have watched the departure of day into night, the moon’s traverse across the pine tree, half of it visible above the neighbors’ house, and into the lightness of day. I feel the sunshine warm me so that I undress and then dress as it passes into the afternoon and out of range of my windows. And yet there has been timelessness to these days and their unfolding. I can’t say it has always been noticed in clarity, it hasn’t mattered because even in the foggiest of minds returning to meet myself has carried me as if on a tide. A tide that has highlighted the beauty surrounding me: The flowers so sweetly and intimately dying in the vase opposite my bed, they are day lilies that have reached out and touched my wall in their orange blessings to make sure I have noticed their life and especially all those of you who have visited called, brought me food or helped me with chores. Your presence and generosity have beamed upon me who you are …each one of you…as beautiful. So I wish for us all, this New Year not bad backs! But surrender into moments of not doing and touches us of timelessness and beauty. Love Arinna

2010
01/04
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Hello Friends,
Laurie of Hello World SF and I are in process of creating a new expression and way of relating through this site.

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Last Sunday we sat around a table in the front courtyard of the Unitarian Church. Its large brick walls protected us from most of the wind, whose laying so long ago was taken with such care each positioned so exactly on the other. We listened to intermittent traffic and our voices speaking of faith. Some of us were Buddhist others seeking God, or just this; our talking together of a knowing, a connection, or a new love which has opened the mind to something so much bigger and … that attending to the sound of our lives. A sangha friend asked me today as we were buying spray to de- mould my newly arrived furniture, did I sing. Yes I said but not in tune, so it is mostly a private affair. But listening, that I can do everywhere. To you, to ……

Mary Oliver said it this way:

….I came, like a red bird to sing
But I am not a red bird with his head mop of flame
And the red triangle of his mouth
Full of tongue and whistles
But a woman whose love has vanished
who thinks now, too much of roots
And the dark places
Where everything is simply holding on
But this too, I believe, is a place
Where God is keeping watch
Until we rise, and step forth again and-
But wait. Be still. Listen!
Is it red bird? Or something
Inside myself singing!
(The Red Bird, Poems by Mary Oliver)

2009
10/12
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