I once participated in a “Messiah” singalong at the Virginia Beach Convention Center with my other mother. It was a wonderful evening. I would love to be part of a flash mob performance such as this one.
Category: The Mystery of Grace
Wordless Wednesdays . . .
“July. Silence. Complete silence.
The whole world floated.” ~ Lola Ridge, from “Silence”
Wednesday morning, sunny and mild, 75 degrees.
From La Collectionneuse (1967):
Music by Frédéric Chopin, Etude in A Flat Major, Op. 25 No. 1, “Aeolian Harp”
Sunday afternoon . . .
Sunday afternoon, sunny, 82 degrees.
Road trip today to Roanoke to pick up two more goats, female Nubians, so no time for a post. I’ve been wanting to use the following selection from The Upanishads, so I thought today would be a good day. One day I’ll read more of these texts (for more information on these ancient Indian philosophies, go here).
More later. Peace.
From “Eternal Stories” from The Upanishads (Tr. Thomas Egenes):
“Look Balaki,” the king said. “Do you see that spider?”
“Yes,” said Balaki, “I see the spider moving along its web.”
“We are like the spider,” said the king. “We weave our life, and then move along in it. We are like the dreamer who dreams and then lives in the dream.
“This is true for the entire universe. That is why it is said, ‘Having created the creation, the Creator entered into it.’
“This is true for us. We create our world, and then enter into that world. We live in the world that we have created. When our hearts are pure, then we create the beautiful, enlightened life we have wished for.”
(Didn’t get home until almost 11 p.m. Very long day. Much hotter in Roanoke, in the 90s. Forgot to post before we left.)
Music by Aisha Badru, “Bridges”
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