Can you hear me now?
Good...
I've officially switched over to the Movable Type platform. Seems to be working. I'm not sure about the feed though...
GW if you get this through your feed, please let me know ('cause then I still have work to do)...
Also, if anyone tries to comment on the new site and can't, please let me know that as well...
:p
No wonder it took me so long to make any changes...
In more ways than one...
Staving off the panic by attacking the clutter that has piled up in the hazy days of summer...
I hate this part... but it is what it is...
Had an issue with a domain that I keep mostly for email and so had to clean things up after many many years of neglect. While I was at it I decided to install the latest verion of Movable Type... It appealed to the digit head in me and has kept the panic (sort of) at bay so of course I've gotten totally carried away...
I've figured out how to consolidate some of the pieces and places I have scattered all over the great and powerful internet and so will be updating this site to run from MT too.
For those of you who follow my ramblings here (all 2? of you) the zenslaw.com url will still work, and (I hope) the feed will not change. If you come here by way of zenslaw.typepad.com, you'll need to make an adjustment...
Don't leave me now, it's (almost) fall and my ego can't take it...
Slipping sliding muddy cold...
Who are you and why do I still care...
25 bucks and a cracker...
Is it enough to quiet the screams...
another decade or ten...
Till no one remembers...
why why why...
Match the following questions with their respective answers:
Some help here please??
Um... Powers that be?
A little less drama please...
My SAG card has expired...
:p
If I dissolved myself in you...
Would I be wasting my time...
This life is the only one I have...
Can you blame for protecting it...
From the flames that might just set me free?
If the open handed leap into the void...
Only nets me a crash landing at the bottom...
Then isn't it better to stay up here on the cliff...
Singing to the hunger...
Again and again...
Crying for the songs that never see the light of day...
I often ask him that question...
Not because I don't believe he does, or that I believe I'm unworthy...
But because he gives me such good answers...
Even after all this time he still comes up with new ones...
'Why do you love me?'
'Because you're the strongest woman in the world... and you're mine...'
:D
I catch glimpses of you in the corner of my eye...
In the corner of the room...
Laughing from the pages of a forgotten website, a forgotten book,
singing a forgotten song...
I am a mean girl... and I don't take these things gracefully...
Even if I may have appeared to at the time...
All you could see was the back of my head as I ran the other way...
The tears were mine alone...
People doing what they need to do have no need of someone else's tears... even on a good day...
And today is not a good day...
The ghosts in the room haunt me...
Endlessly reminding me...
of why I even cared...
I have to give credit for the start of this thread to Ony, whose link to Conscious Light eventually lead me to clear light yoga and a discussion on luminosity & consciousness...
I have (mostly) ceased to be surprised when I come across something written ages ago that describes a type of experience in exactly the same way I think of it often using the same words, such as the weighless feeling that comes from being suspended in a sea of light... Sometimes I think to myself, 'Oh, I must've read this somewhere before', only I know I haven't...
So how is it that I've experienced an integral part of a religious practice that I've never even heard of before, when I haven't spent years studying, practicing & suffering under the tutelage of a wise master of whatever it is? Am I the embodyment of all religion everywhere?
In my grandiosity periods (when the well seems so very far far below) I find that an attractive and amusing idea, but Occam's Razor tells me it's not likely...
The logical side of my brain tells me that it's more likely that these wise people figured out how to DESCRIBE something that IS, that exists as an integral part of the world, in such a way that others could attempt to experience it for themselves... Over time the words, the descriptions & the methods take on a life of their own and become more important than the experience itself...
Novelists and storytellers prefer the epic battle, the civilization in the balance tipping point kind of battle... But how many times can the entire battle between good and evil balance on the end of a pin held by a (mostly) untrained and unaware, but very pure and powerful person?
I think the battle happens every day... In the little spaces and dark corners...
And I'm not sure it's so much a battle as it is a keeping of the balance... You start by balancing yourself... When you can balance on the end of your own pin then you know you have it right...
And sometimes that in itself is a lifelong exercise... But it's not everything...
Balancing yourself is a very small part of the battle between balancing and falling... And the beautiful part is getting past yourself to try and help bring a greater balance to your family, your friends, your community and your world...
What the FREAK is a McMuffin watch???
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