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Blonde In The Bleachers by Joni Mitchell from For The Roses


just joey and buddha

just joey and buddha

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0TovZvWiE2g

Blonde In The Bleachers
by Joni Mitchell

The blonde in the bleachers
She flips her hair for you
Above the loudspeakers
You start to fall
She follows you home
But you miss living alone
You can still hear sweet mysteries
Calling you
The bands and the roadies
Lovin’ ’em and leavin’ ’em
It’s pleasure to try ’em
It’s trouble to keep ’em

‘Cause it seems like you’ve gotta give up
Such a piece of your soul
When you give up the chase

Feeling it hot and cold
You’re in rock ‘n’ roll
It’s the nature of the race
It’s the unknown child
So sweet and wild
It’s youth
It’s too good to waste

She tapes her regrets
To the microphone stand
She says “You can’t hold the hand
Of a rock ‘n’ roll man
Very long
Or count on your plans
With a rock ‘n’ roll man
Very long
Compete with the fans
For your rock ‘n’ roll man
For very long
The girls and the bands
And the rock ‘n’ roll man”
© Joni Mitchell

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0TovZvWiE2g

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=BaAi7VP71ck

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i love rock n roll

i love rock n roll*

*unknown photographer

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postmeditation – Chogyam Trungpa


just joey and buddha

just joey and buddha

Postmeditation as well as sitting meditation is symbolized by the syllable AH. AH represents openness and humor—it represents dharma, the truth of the teaching. When we become aware of something, we say AH! People tend to think of meditation practice as a way of calming down and soothing yourself. But in Buddhism there is a sense of AH! You are not trying to calm yourself down—you are trying to be awake as opposed to asleep.

—“Leading a Spotless Life” in The Path of Individual Liberation, Volume One of The Profound Treasury of the Ocean of Dharma, by Chögyam Trungpa

http://www.shambhala.com/the-path-of-individual-liberation.html

 

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the duck of sport, love & compassion with the buddha

Lord, make us instruments of your peace.
Where there is hatred, let us sow love;
Where there is injury, pardon;
Where there is discord, union;
Where there is doubt, faith;
Where there is despair, hope;
Where there is darkness, light;
Where there is sadness, joy.
Grant that we may not so much seek to be consoled as to console;
To be understood as to understand;
To be loved as to love.
For it is in giving that we receive;
It is in pardoning that we are pardoned;
And it is in dying that we are born to eternal life.
Amen

—Francis of Assisi. Quoted in A Treasury of Traditional Wisdom, edited by Whitall N. Perry (Simon & Schuster, 1971)

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just joey and buddha

just joey and buddha

may all who journey…


 

nameless red rose

nameless red rose

One day the Buddha held up a flower in front of an audience of 1,250 monks and nuns. He did not say anything for quite a long time. The audience was perfectly silent. Everyone seemed to be thinking hard, trying to see the meaning behind the Buddha’s gesture. Then, suddenly, the Buddha smiled. He smiled because someone in the audience smiled at him and at the flower. . . . To me the meaning is quite simple. When someone holds up a flower and shows it to you, he wants you to see it. If you keep thinking, you miss the flower. The person who was not thinking, who was just himself, was able to encounter the flower in depth, and he smiled. That is the problem of life. If we are not fully ourselves, truly in the present moment, we miss everything.

 

                                DSC_3742                       – Thich Nhat Hanh, in Peace Is Every Step

 

every moment is my teacher


herbal 21.sept.


decanted another batch of st. johns. picked some more elderberries for making gifts for friends and family. still havent figured out what to do with the sloes. they arent ready to pick until the first hard frost which i hope is still a ways off. shelly is going to find a recipe for the rowan fruits so that will have some jam to go with my new bread making skills. as soon as we get a jug of vodka we can put up some hawthorn tincture.

tried to get some work done do in the village today but a sharp wind and bit of rain made it a no go.  spent some time at the church yard. visiting those that have gone on. thinking about the autumn of the year and of my own years.

nameless red rose

nameless red rose

back home round lunch time. sun broke through at about half two. hence the berry picking as well as cutting another rose from the just joey and some of the nameless red rose i got for two euros this past spring. so far it must have had two dozen flowers.

just joey and buddha

just joey and buddha

todays yoga music was silence, not the perfect kind, the real kind, you know the silence of wind blowing hedges against the house, dogs barking in the distance the occasional twitter of small birds, my own steady breath, the shadows moving with the afternoon sun and passing whispers of now white clouds.

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