A friend was railing to me about another friend who rants on a weekly radio talk show and how it has gotten to the point where the two of them cannot have a civil conversation – this observation was spurred on by the recent killings in Tucson and the desire my friend has to change the national rhetoric away from hate and towards compassion. I told her I remember when my brother had his radio…
I’ve been doing this series of meditation classes on compassion since last week and today rather than giving ourselves over to helping someone else, it was about taking all that and giving it to yourself. An interesting concept, it was to start with a meditation on something lacking that we wished to have – inner peace, love, you name it there was a whole laundry list to choose from or you could make it up…
A friend from California who lives here is out west and sent me a text that it feels like home there and that although she loves it here, she misses there. Oh boy. What to do when your heart is one place and your feet another? Been there, done that. But today I ran out to the bank real quick like and as I waited at the stoplight for the guy on the unicycle to…
“October: This is one of the peculiarly dangerous months to speculate in stocks. The others are July, January, September, April, November, May, March, June, December, August and February.” ~Mark Twain
I was pondering the course of people and their habits, their not so savory habits. If a guy you know has always been an arrogant asshole, what’s to say he can really change? If a woman you know is narcissistic and selfish, is it possible for her to become something larger than who she has been? There are all these tenets that we hold dear and one is that people don’t change – but I…
We bought as sofa in the Quarter yesterday that was being delivered today and so we moved the bed into Tin’s room along with the bookshelves. He was ecstatic about the new changes and it reminded me of when I was a kid and the room would get upgraded or changed in some way and it always felt like a brand new world.
We have been to the Quarter twice this weekend – yesterday after the St. Augustine event and today to grab breakfast and take advantage of the wonderful weather. We’ve almost decided to make a habit of this as Tin just comes alive when he hears live music – and it always starts at the French Quarter restaurant that is on the tip of Decatur and North Peter. Today that band was as enamored with him…
Embedded in Kabbalism is the notion of the rebirth after death; certainly reincarnation is spread across most Indian religions and even in Buddhism there is the notion of the eternal – a stream of consciousness, a collective infinite thought that winds through us all. Tatjana believes my mom has returned though Tin, in the spirit of beauty. His natural beauty mirrors my mother’s, his headstrong defiance shades of her stubbornness, and his general good nature…
I find that these days I either sleep the sleep of the dead where I’m really in deep sleep for nine to sometimes nine and a half hours or I’m up before the crack of dawn listening to the sounds of the house, the noise in my head, and the breathing of three mammals. This morning I couldn’t quell the voices so I got up and went to finish my Sunday paper and watch sunrise…
We went to see The Fighter last night – lord today, what a movie – so well done that when they showed the actual real characters at the end, they almost looked to be older versions of Mark Wohlberg and Christian Bale. The family aspects of this movie hit home – the enmeshed, interconnected, fucked up beyond recognition aspects of being part of an organism that will eat you alive if you try to pull…