From the category archives:

Musings

“However far my thinking strays”

August 29, 2010

I converse often on the land here at Windgrove although my daily conversations tend not to be in English; rather, a non-verbal, felt communion with echidnas, wombats, wallabies, eagles and the occasional whale (one seen four days ago). Aren’t we all such strange and wildly beautiful animals, even if a bit batty? Speaking of which, [...]

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The story is in the bag

March 6, 2008

Yesterday I splashed out on a new pair of cream coloured pants and a green shirt in order to be a little more presentable than normal at an upcoming wedding in two weeks. (My wardrobe of well worn, mostly work clothes, has now been increased by about 20%). Driving home from Hobart with my fresh [...]

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Don’t waste a precious minute

August 30, 2007

We are travelers on a cosmic journey—stardust, swirling and dancing in the eddies and whirlpools of infinity. Life is eternal. But the expressions of life are ephemeral, momentary, transient. Gautama Buddha, the founder of Buddhism, once said, This existence of ours is as transient as autumn clouds. To watch the birth and death of beings [...]

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A beautiful mind

June 14, 2007

In last week’s blog, we read that the poet, Kabir, found god in a ceramic vase. In this week’s newspapers, we read that Paris Hilton has found god in jail. The “bearded one” certainly abides in mysterious places. What about a lump of wood?  Why not? To say that someone is “as thick as two [...]

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More feet on more paths

March 17, 2007

I came across an article this week that talked about a proposal before the English parliament for a 4,000 km continuous corridor of clear and well managed public access along the entire length of England’s coast. Such a great idea. Sir Martin Doughty, Chair of Natural England said: “The principle is clear: the public should [...]

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Spiritually flat

August 24, 2006

My little red wheelbarrow. Over the past several years I have used it to haul many things. Needless to say, it has lightened my load considerably. On Monday, however, as I was cleaning the ashes out of the pit containing the Peace Fire, an ember fell next to the wheelbarrow’s tire and “pshsssss” the tire [...]

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Marking territory

August 17, 2006

I find it interesting that when I focus my attention on one thing, it reappears in another form elsewhere. For the past few days I have been painting steel pickets with a white paint. In the full sun they are bright. Painting them forces me to squint. Painting them also forces me to think. The [...]

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It’s all just fine and perfect

June 16, 2006

It never ceases to amaze me when I think about rainbows. They’ll only ever happen when there is both sun and rain. Such a great analogy for understanding how one’s life is most magical only when it has both sunny days and stormy days. People who prefer to have the nightly weather forecast read “Fine [...]

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Growing up

June 2, 2006

On my bookshelf there is a well read anthology of poems, ‘The Rag and Bone Shop of the Heart’. In section #2 of this book, “Fathers’ Prayers for Sons and Daughters”, there is an excerpt from a poem by William Butler Yeats. This poem seems apt for today’s blog, because recently I have had several [...]

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On the path

December 28, 2005

Parts of a Rilke poem, translated by Coleman Barks, read: “…whoever you are: some evening take a step out of your house which you know so well….. … with your eyes slowly, slowly, lift one black tree up, so it stands against the sky: slender, alone… …tenderly your eyes let it go…” What Rilke is [...]

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