I spent the day with Bobbi here in New York City exploring some of Staten Island. We took the subway, the ferry, two buses and our feet to visit the Staten Island Botanical Garden (http://www.sibg.org/) and Alice Austen's house (http://www.aliceausten.org/). (The Chinese Scholar's Garden at the SIBG is a must.)
I'm not by nature an adventurous traveller without a car. Although I found out in England last fall that I'm pretty cool with it when out in the country. The urban intensity sets me off my mark, so to speak. Bobbi then becomes the guide and she is a fantastic one.
What I find out in these situations is that it's great to give up decisions to her and just enjoy the trip. As I said, I'm more accomplished at this in certain environments over others. What I do know is that when I can let go of the story that I automatically bring to the situation, "I don't do well travelling in the big city", other stories come up, get created, gain traction in my mind. I like that.
Be well.
Showing posts with label Change / Impermanence. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Change / Impermanence. Show all posts
Saturday, May 10, 2008
Sunday, November 18, 2007
Raking at dusk
Tonight I begin a poem:
The doom began with the streetlamp,
when the moon lost our eye’s easy glance;
when we found sight for ground-dark leaves
not illumined in time’s half-moon dance.
The doom began with the streetlamp,
when the moon lost our eye’s easy glance;
when we found sight for ground-dark leaves
not illumined in time’s half-moon dance.
Tuesday, November 6, 2007
Waking up with a Hi.
How would we live our life if we realized that every aspect of our lives, "external" and "internal", was truly impermanent? We discussed this question at the Zendog last night.
My answer was, "I'd wake up in the morning and say to myself, "Hi, who are you?"
My answer was, "I'd wake up in the morning and say to myself, "Hi, who are you?"
Monday, October 15, 2007
A semicolon a day ...
What would it mean to "Live every day as if it were your last"?
But first, why live every day as if it were your last? Because it could be? Sure. Because it is? Yes again, in the sense that we are never the same, every changing. I never drink coffee, I drink coffee now; I am 30, I am 50 now; my parents live in Lorain, my parents are dead now. Each change a gift that calls for me to be grateful. Each change leads to another - thankfully.
For me these days each day is another opportunity to:
But first, why live every day as if it were your last? Because it could be? Sure. Because it is? Yes again, in the sense that we are never the same, every changing. I never drink coffee, I drink coffee now; I am 30, I am 50 now; my parents live in Lorain, my parents are dead now. Each change a gift that calls for me to be grateful. Each change leads to another - thankfully.
For me these days each day is another opportunity to:
- Read more poetry
- Drink coffee
- Make friends anew
- Be present to now
- And most importantly make use of semicolons; not everyone's cup of tea but one that brings me inestimable joy.
Monday, May 21, 2007
Learning in the Dirt is Cool Change
I worked on Bobbi's garden yesterday, apprenticing to my son in creating raised beds.
What a great experience to learn by doing what Peter told me to do. He imparted his new found knowledge by telling me, "Dig this deep down, turn it over this much deeper, don't bring up the clay, etc." New found because he researched it and used it for his own new "organic intensive" garden.
So I learned why this was a good way to garden: Allowing the roots of vegetables to go deeper, not having to turn the soil as deep for the next three years, and looking cool!
It was also so cool to get dirty while learning from my son. We got dirty together a lot when he was younger. Then we didn't. Then yesterday we did again. Change = cool, huh?
What a great experience to learn by doing what Peter told me to do. He imparted his new found knowledge by telling me, "Dig this deep down, turn it over this much deeper, don't bring up the clay, etc." New found because he researched it and used it for his own new "organic intensive" garden.
So I learned why this was a good way to garden: Allowing the roots of vegetables to go deeper, not having to turn the soil as deep for the next three years, and looking cool!
It was also so cool to get dirty while learning from my son. We got dirty together a lot when he was younger. Then we didn't. Then yesterday we did again. Change = cool, huh?
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