Today my brain just shut down. I could barely think at all. Still can barely think. I got through the day on sheer willpower.
I went to Dara Thai for lunch and there was a group of about 10 senior citizens sitting at a table saying things like, “This place isn’t American . . . She kept asking me what kind of meat I want with my noodles, the description doesn’t say anything about meat . . . Why would I want to annoy myself by watching the DNC? . . . Sometimes I think the Lord gets confused, people pray for the sun to shine while some people pray for rain – just too many people praying at the same time . . . Can we have these all on separate checks?”
And when I walked into Salvador Calvano’s studio today – holy smokes! First, I met his dog (I forget her name) – she is a darling golden retriever who was chilling out on a red leather couch. How could I not love a sweet doggie? Then – wow – an amazing space – and there is a stage with band equipment! He is ready to jam! And his partner Patty cuts hair, too, and plays ukulele. They are both musicians and artists . . . I haven’t felt so at home in a place in a LONG time.
Clouds in the Valley It’s a new moon today – a perfect time for new beginnings and making new intentions. So many things in my life right now are new. I’m starting a new life in Phoenix for what I think will be at least the next few years. I’ve been in Flagstaff all summer, […]
Plato said the only real thing in the universe is Beauty. The far-eastern Vedics said the only real thing in the Universe is Brahma, and that all else is Maya, or illusion. They are talking about the bliss of realizing we are One with everything, of experiencing such completeness that we lose our Selves. It is as if the body becomes a string that sets to humming as it resonates with the vibration of life. Beauty is relational. The relationship is based on harmony that brings about a loss of ego – moments of just “be”-ing are “be”-autiful. The experience of beauty extends beyond the self and out into the world, as well as arising from the cosmos to the self (and the rest of the world).
holly troy ~ sacred folly 