Archives: 2021

Potatoes Only for Two Weeks

I am going to only eat potatoes for the next two weeks.

And it starts NOW

Only white potatoes, baked or boiled.

Thanks, Penn Jillette

Whole when prepared, like Penn says.

No yams or sweet potatoes.

Only herbal teas, and water, with lemon or lime juice. (Wow. Just added lemons and limes...and that still works. Coolio.)

Different types of potatoes...red, white, blue, gold...those are okay. Just not the super-sweet sugary ones.

No yeast or oil added to it.

Any vitamins and supplements that I have currently.

No salt or pepper or even herbs added. (Curious if my body will call out for salt like with the avocado and corn tortilla...)

What a wonderful challenge!

(Feel free to help me out with a comment or an email to show your support...)

...I have been saying all of this out loud. Telling myself, in effect...seeing how I react to the hearing of it.

No pressure to exercise, but will as I want. A walk, bike ride, asana, elliptical...jumping jacks!

And it feels good.

;-)

Winter is coming, and my body and mind are ready, for the changing of the seasons.

How Was Big Sur?

I love Big Sur.

The nature there feels...right.

My body is excited to explore, and content to enjoy.

Yet the latest visit(s) have been with the mind, seeing an old friend, one of the oldest I have (as memory reveals.)

Everyone is a mirror, and to everyone we are a mirror...

And with everyone, we pay a price.

Oh, well...we imagine it so, but really, it is the person paying the price, seeing a cost, feeling exchanges, caught in the flows of one another.

How do we listen? How do we hold words?

There is an intensity that comes out with my old friend, and I see it

As the touching of swords.

Followed by the dance of the blades.

I...choose...to leave the blade sheathed, as the blade dances about my head.

Or I choose to unsheath the blade, touch blades and play.

Even in the crescendo, slamming down upon the counter and screaming, "I CAN BE ENRAGED AS MUCH AS YOU", I was there, watching.

And I am happy that in all my pain, memories and imagined, clinging suffering, that I saw no reason to plunge the blade into any heart, of body or mind.

Battle of the Mouth-Noise Artists

It's...the absence of words.

Oh, sure! Their manager speaks a bit, but the mouth-noise artists express themselves so perfectly with their sounds...

And the police roll-up and subsequent wipe-down had me in stitches!

So I also wondered about this, in terms of creation.

How do I share my journey beyond words?

As I explore the emptiness of my self, my shrinking chittris often ask how to create a map of my musings.

The release of words is so beyond words, yet...the prison of words can be described with words, and even so, the process of tearing down the walls.

Would anyone care to see?

God Visits a Prayer Group

Words make a mockery of silence, though they are born of silence. Where is the respect a parent is due?

Authority and respect: how often I have heard (and felt) those in authority, demanding respect.

The respect of the parent: is it due?

If the child is unintended, then they are simple a vehicle for chance, and the power of life to flow through those chances.

If the child is intended, there is some will in the choice; yet again, man cannot create life, other than the life his or her body let's them.

And the source of life?

Why, that is you. You.
The Source of All, and the Source of You. You or you. Yes.

You might imagine you know the Source of Life...yet how long have you searched?

How long have you gazed at life?

Though, perhaps, you are just realizing...

The same way when you are calm and centered, you can feel the gaze of another upon you...

You realize the Gaze is upon you, through you, is you.

The last thought, the last letting go of thought, that terrifying stepping stone of belief, the cliff edge, the last strand of stem of the ripening fruit before it's fall..

We know it is there.

Yet we have not found it, and why?

Keep looking, and all will be revealed.