There is a nuisance raccoon digging too many holes in the yard. Unfortunately, this is not it.
It took nearly twenty minutes to get this little one to leave the cage. It was more than confused. After googling how to encourage its departure, I used a squirt toy numerous times. After a while, this opossum which was playing opossum after I opened the cage, decided to leave, down the hill where it disappeared.
The cage is baited with organic produce. I hope to catch a raccoon, the medium sized one which has dug over one hundred holes in my yard. This has been going on for eight months. Throughout fall and winter and now - spring. After all, I am just passing through. I hoped this marsupial was, too. Apparently, there is good stuff in the yard. Good enough to dig ten inch holes.
Maybe night will be the night.
Thursday, April 30, 2015
Wednesday, April 29, 2015
Melodic Sounds of the Forest
The woodthrush is one of the most beautiful sounds of the forest.
Featuring the melodic song of the Wood Thrush (Hylocichla mustelina) about which American naturalist Henry David Thoreau wrote:
“Whenever a man hears it he is young, and Nature is in her spring; wherever he hears it, it is a new world and a free country, and the gates of Heaven are not shut against
him.”
Enjoy:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=D3IXZMB9JJM
Featuring the melodic song of the Wood Thrush (Hylocichla mustelina) about which American naturalist Henry David Thoreau wrote:
“Whenever a man hears it he is young, and Nature is in her spring; wherever he hears it, it is a new world and a free country, and the gates of Heaven are not shut against
him.”
Enjoy:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=D3IXZMB9JJM
The Real Stories
It is hard to turn on the television, radio or read a newspaper anymore. For the most part, I don't like any of these forms of propaganda. There are however, a few reliable sources.
The subject of my writing today is about distortion in all its forms. The lack of responsibility from one human being to another. Whether it is government, Wall Street, or individuals, it has become intolerable.
Police brutality, media distortions, citizens looting - all of it is disgusting. I am beyond worn from the liberal and conservative views. Somewhere between these, there is truth. Let's look at my hometown of Baltimore.
I did not grow up privileged. At any early age of eleven, I began to work. Doing anything I could to make money. Babysitting, cleaning apartments, washing cars, ironing shirts. It is a long list.
The Baltimore in which I grew was relatively fair. I didn't see much prejudice in my community. People were kind to one another and no one thought much about race or nationality. I was aware at any early age that women were treated as second class citizens. Being 51% of the population, I think it is fair to call that a whole lot of people crossing racial and national boundaries. Salaries were lower, opportunities limited for us. We were the subject of continual sexual comments, cat calls, assaults. You have similiar experiences.
We did stand up for ourselves. Protests, marches, sit downs. We didn't loot, injure or steal. We didn't destroy property. And, we still have a long way to go.
More and more I am distancing myself from the liberal party. They are far too unrealistic and want a carte blanche for the disenfranchised. It doesn't work that way. It is tantamount to lottery winnings. We have to evolve first. Otherwise, we do what the rest of the world has done in this throw away society. We discard. It is time to help one another evolve. It will take generations. Kindness. Hard work.
Baltimore has its share of problems. Looting and destruction achieve nothing. My heart goes out to the families that worked to clean up the city. So many good people did the right thing. Some are mere thugs.
Yes, it is hard to believe the media. My faith is in the people. I should know. I am part of the 51% of a disenfranchized group.
The subject of my writing today is about distortion in all its forms. The lack of responsibility from one human being to another. Whether it is government, Wall Street, or individuals, it has become intolerable.
Police brutality, media distortions, citizens looting - all of it is disgusting. I am beyond worn from the liberal and conservative views. Somewhere between these, there is truth. Let's look at my hometown of Baltimore.
I did not grow up privileged. At any early age of eleven, I began to work. Doing anything I could to make money. Babysitting, cleaning apartments, washing cars, ironing shirts. It is a long list.
The Baltimore in which I grew was relatively fair. I didn't see much prejudice in my community. People were kind to one another and no one thought much about race or nationality. I was aware at any early age that women were treated as second class citizens. Being 51% of the population, I think it is fair to call that a whole lot of people crossing racial and national boundaries. Salaries were lower, opportunities limited for us. We were the subject of continual sexual comments, cat calls, assaults. You have similiar experiences.
We did stand up for ourselves. Protests, marches, sit downs. We didn't loot, injure or steal. We didn't destroy property. And, we still have a long way to go.
More and more I am distancing myself from the liberal party. They are far too unrealistic and want a carte blanche for the disenfranchised. It doesn't work that way. It is tantamount to lottery winnings. We have to evolve first. Otherwise, we do what the rest of the world has done in this throw away society. We discard. It is time to help one another evolve. It will take generations. Kindness. Hard work.
Baltimore has its share of problems. Looting and destruction achieve nothing. My heart goes out to the families that worked to clean up the city. So many good people did the right thing. Some are mere thugs.
Yes, it is hard to believe the media. My faith is in the people. I should know. I am part of the 51% of a disenfranchized group.
Tuesday, April 28, 2015
Confidence Gone
This has been an odd week. It began when my car stopped on the road. Somehow, I got it going and then left it in the garage for the weekend. Monday morning, I drove to town to see a mechanic. Something was clearly wrong.
The mechanics couldn't find the problem so off to Subaru. It was painful to see Snowball2 being towed.
I am told the screen in the air box was removed. How? I have no clue. Unless someone at the tire place removed it thinking he was checking the air filter. Or maybe it was stolen. Either way, it has been a costly week. The worst part is I have lost confidence in my beloved car. It will take a while to get it back. The confidence, hopefully, not the car.
The mechanics couldn't find the problem so off to Subaru. It was painful to see Snowball2 being towed.
I am told the screen in the air box was removed. How? I have no clue. Unless someone at the tire place removed it thinking he was checking the air filter. Or maybe it was stolen. Either way, it has been a costly week. The worst part is I have lost confidence in my beloved car. It will take a while to get it back. The confidence, hopefully, not the car.
Sunday, April 26, 2015
On Being Nobody
I have read many of Bill Walz's columns over the years. This one is one of my favorites:
In Zen, there is a concept utterly foreign to the American mind. This concept is an ideal; a goal of Zen practice; and it is, paradoxical for an ambition, to be “nobody.” In Japanese, this concept is communicated with the word, ”mushin,” or, in Chinese, “Mu,” which translates as “no-mind.” No-mind means to be without ego, to stand in the world as a phenomenon no more important than a bird or a flower, yet equally, no less important than the galaxies themselves. It means, in the lexicon of Zen, “emptiness.”
The way of the no-mind person is the way of living as “nobody.” Not a nobody, for this implies you ought to be somebody special, but are not. To be nobody is a conscious and positive stance in the world, not a lack or failure of stance. It is about living as a being of and within Nature, not outside it. It is in understanding that to live from ego, as if the structures of ego are who you are, is the “fall from grace,” the “original sin,” the loss of your true harmonious self. To be nobody is to live from the natural and spontaneous source of your own being, using your intelligence and faculties to be skillfully in rather than above or attempting to control life.
With no-mind, blossoms invite the butterfly;
With no-mind, the butterfly visits the blossoms.
When the flower blooms, the butterfly comes;
When the butterfly comes, the flower blooms.
I do not “know” others;
Others do not “know” me.
Not-knowing each other we naturally follow the Way.
18th Century Japanese poet, Ryokan
The “Way” that is being referred to is the ancient Chinese Taoist Way, the Way that Lao Tzu, described in the Tao Te Ching as the “origin of heaven-and-earth, it is nameless.” It is the way beyond intellectualization, categorization and judgment. It is the way of Nature, not of the egoic human mind. The “not-knowing” that Ryokan is referring to, is not having preconceived ideas about others and about life, rather, allowing each encounter to be fresh, completely and naturally what it is.
Without a preconceived identity and without preconceived ideas about life, self and others, I am, in this sense, nobody experiencing with no-mind. Anxiety, anger, depression, arrogance and selfishness are so clearly harmful and unnecessary to a person who is, in consciousness, “nobody.” The joy of living in Creation, harmonious within and without, is their natural abode.
“The adept in Zen is one who manages to be human with the same artless grace and absence of inner conflict with which a tree is a tree.” – Alan Watts
In the modern world, where we are over-burdened with the weight of our own insecure identity, with the obsessive and desperate need for significance, to be “somebody,” to contemplate the meaning of “nobody” can be a valuable reference point. It reminds us that we have fallen into a terrible hubris, into an arrogance that places us quite outside and at opposition with Nature, and with what Buddhists would call our own original nature. We have become quite caught in our egoic self-centeredness, our ambitions, opinions and judgments; afraid of being a nobody. We take everything personally and are filled with inner conflict. This is a most uncomfortable and graceless place to live.
After all, what is it that we get so upset about? Usually it is about not having things go the way we want them to, or feeling injured, slighted, insulted or discounted in some way. Being upset is usually about the ego-self wanting more control and importance than it has. This can be true over real injury, certainly, or, as is often the case, in just not getting our way the way we want it. The modern spiritual teacher, Eckhart Tolle, describes our emotional distress as the result of being resistant to what is. What a simple and clear teaching. So too then, when we don’t find our identity in ego, we can face many threats and losses, real and imagined, even death, and remain calm and accepting. We take nothing personally. Few bits-of-advice can be given that contain greater wisdom.
It is important to realize – this is not about being passive. Activity and creativity are in our nature and to be active and creative in the expression of life are appropriate and harmonious. In the service of ego, however, action is seldom harmonious. Certainly, there are times to resist cruelty and stupidity, but it does not have to be from a place of fear, anger, or violent emotion. It is just the necessary thing to do. In the parlance of Zen it is then ‘”non-doing”. Certainly there are times to use effort for the benefit of our person, others and human society. Our choice is whether the effort is ego-directed, or from the place of just doing what needs to be done. Non-doing follows our deepest natural imperative, and “betterment” means to become more conscious, alive, and balanced with others, society and Nature within and around us.
As we assert ourselves, face a challenge, respond to injury or disappointment, whether it is slight or great, we can let go of our ego, be nobody, and in so doing, become more in harmony with life as it is, and with our own life as it is meant to be. We can engage a moment that could have been one of struggle and suffering for others and ourselves, and instead, turn it into a moment of mastery. We can be masterfully active and creative just because it is in our nature to be so, noting that to “nobody,” mastery is no big deal. No big deal, but oh, how splendid. Like the stars in the night sky or the butterfly visiting the blossom, like a tree being a tree, we can be naturally human, as is said in Zen, “Just so.”
http://www.billwalz.com/on-being-nobody-ii/
Saturday, April 25, 2015
To Be Psychic
To be psychic is to be connected. To be a bodhisattva. There is no miracle to it. It just means to have an awareness.
In a world so confused with technology, typing Facebook quips, #atthebeach, #withbff, all trying to appear clever, taking regular selfies and posting them, it is no wonder few possess this trait anymore. At the same time, many are going within. Bruce Jenner doesn't want sympathy, he wants an audience. The Kardashians. Oh, puleeze. g-A superficial. Bleck!
Lately, so many knowings have happened. A few personal things with me I won't share here. Then there is the knowing my daughter's dog has a malignancy, confirmed yesterday, knowing a man who is the executive director of a non-profit here is close to death. I have known this for some time. I saw the man today and he is at death's door, still functioning, partial steam. I want to tell his wife. So she will be prepared. The reality is she will be relieved. It has been a rough marriage. Another county employee is about to be fired. Confirmed by high sources today. He deserves it.
I knew my car had a problem. Today on the road it died. Stranded, I called one person. Instead of them phoning, responding to my voicemail, they sent a text an hour later. They were on Facebook on their cellphone yet wouldn't spend the time to respond. That said it all. Clearly, indifferent, disinterested. But I knew that already. I didn't want to walk ten miles home. Confirmations are coming everywhere now. I am more than grateful. Discernment is key. It is a gift.
The world is too fast for me. Too self-absorbed. My car shared a message. STAY HOME. It is where you need to be. Too many false people out there. False social constructs. Scare tactics. Home. It's a great place to be. It is where my heart is. Always.
Alan Watts reminds me the universe, the world is where it can be. Given the lack of awareness, the laziness to meditate, to work within. A friend said everyone wants a pill. No one wants to suffer. But sometimes in the suffering, we come home to ourselves.
I am glad to be home. Glad to have some connections. Wanting less and less.
To be psychic. It's just being aware.
In a world so confused with technology, typing Facebook quips, #atthebeach, #withbff, all trying to appear clever, taking regular selfies and posting them, it is no wonder few possess this trait anymore. At the same time, many are going within. Bruce Jenner doesn't want sympathy, he wants an audience. The Kardashians. Oh, puleeze. g-A superficial. Bleck!
Lately, so many knowings have happened. A few personal things with me I won't share here. Then there is the knowing my daughter's dog has a malignancy, confirmed yesterday, knowing a man who is the executive director of a non-profit here is close to death. I have known this for some time. I saw the man today and he is at death's door, still functioning, partial steam. I want to tell his wife. So she will be prepared. The reality is she will be relieved. It has been a rough marriage. Another county employee is about to be fired. Confirmed by high sources today. He deserves it.
I knew my car had a problem. Today on the road it died. Stranded, I called one person. Instead of them phoning, responding to my voicemail, they sent a text an hour later. They were on Facebook on their cellphone yet wouldn't spend the time to respond. That said it all. Clearly, indifferent, disinterested. But I knew that already. I didn't want to walk ten miles home. Confirmations are coming everywhere now. I am more than grateful. Discernment is key. It is a gift.
The world is too fast for me. Too self-absorbed. My car shared a message. STAY HOME. It is where you need to be. Too many false people out there. False social constructs. Scare tactics. Home. It's a great place to be. It is where my heart is. Always.
Alan Watts reminds me the universe, the world is where it can be. Given the lack of awareness, the laziness to meditate, to work within. A friend said everyone wants a pill. No one wants to suffer. But sometimes in the suffering, we come home to ourselves.
I am glad to be home. Glad to have some connections. Wanting less and less.
To be psychic. It's just being aware.
Thursday, April 23, 2015
Patience And Anger
Dalai Lama – Patience & Anger
Patience is one of the vital elements in the bodhisattva's training
As a destructive force there is nothing as strong as anger.
Patience, on the other hand, as a discipline which neutralizes anger, which prevents us from succumbing to it, and which appeases the suffering we endure from the heat of the negative emotions, is quite unrivaled. It is therefore of the utmost importance that we resolve to practice patience, and a lot of inspiration can be gained by reflecting on what is wrong with anger and on the advantages of patience.
No evil is there similar to hatred,
Nor austerity to be compared with patience.
Steep yourself, therefore, in patience
In all ways, urgently, with zeal
Nor austerity to be compared with patience.
Steep yourself, therefore, in patience
In all ways, urgently, with zeal
Those tormented by the pain of anger,
Will never know tranquility of mind,
Strangers to every joy and pleasure;
Sleep deserts them, they will never rest.
Will never know tranquility of mind,
Strangers to every joy and pleasure;
Sleep deserts them, they will never rest.
Anger chases all happiness away, and makes even the most peaceful features turn livid and ugly. It upsets our physical equilibrium, disturbs our rest, destroys our appetite, and makes us age prematurely. Happiness, peace, and sleep evade us, and we can no longer appreciate people who have helped us and deserve our trust and gratitude. Under the influence of anger, someone of normally good character changes completely and can no longer be counted on. Anger leads both oneself and others to ruin. But anyone who puts his energy into destroying anger will be happy in this life and in lives to come.
Getting what I do not want,
And that which hinders my desire:
There my mind finds fuel for misery,
Anger springs from it and beats me down.
And that which hinders my desire:
There my mind finds fuel for misery,
Anger springs from it and beats me down.
Whenever we think about someone who has wronged us, or someone who is doing (or might do) something we or our friends don't want—preventing us from having what we do want—our mind, at peace before, suddenly begins to feel slightly unsettled. This state of mind fuels our negative thoughts about that person. "What a nasty fellow he is!," we think, and our hatred grows stronger and stronger. It is this first stage, this unsettled feeling which kindles our hatred, that we should try to get rid of.
What disconcerts us in the first place is that our wishes are not fulfilled. But remaining upset does nothing to help fulfill those wishes. So we neither fulfill our wishes, nor regain our cheerfulness! This disconcerted state, from which anger can grow, is most dangerous. We should try never to let our happiness be disturbed. Whether we are suffering at present or have suffered in the past, there is no reason to be unhappy. If we can remedy it, then why be unhappy? And if we cannot, there's no use in being unhappy about it—it's just one more thing to be unhappy about, which serves no purpose at all.
It is only natural that we don't like suffering. But if we can develop the willpower to bear difficulties, then we will grow more and more tolerant. There is nothing that does not get easier with practice. If we are very forbearing, then something we would normally consider very painful does not appear so bad after all. If we can develop our patience, we will be able to endure even major difficulties that befall us. But without such patient endurance, even the smallest thing becomes unbearable.
A lot has to do with our attitude. All of us have some altruistic thoughts, limited though they may be. To develop such thoughts until our wish to help others becomes limitless is what we call bodhicitta. The main obstructions to this development are the wish to harm others, resentment, and anger. As the antidote to these, therefore, it is essential to meditate on patience. The more deeply we practice patience, the less chance there will be for anger to arise. Practicing patience is the best way to avoid getting angry.
Many people think that to be patient and to bear loss is a sign of weakness. I think that is wrong. It is anger which is a sign of weakness, and patience a sign of strength.
When others harm us, that gives us the chance to practice patience,.. Since it is our enemies who give us this great opportunity, in reality they are helping us
So far we have been, and are still, going through endless suffering, without this suffering doing us any good whatsoever. Now that we have promised to be good-hearted, we should try not to get angry when others insult us. Being patient may not be easy. It requires considerable concentration. But the result we achieve by enduring these difficulties will be sublime. That is something to be happy about!
Praise, if you think about it, is actually a distraction… one begins to feel a bit more proud and to be more self-conscious in how one feels and behaves… and as our status increases so does our rivalry with others in important positions. We feel jealous of anyone with good qualities, and in the end this destroys our own good qualities. Being praised is not really a good thing—it can be the source of negative actions.
As our real goal is enlightenment, we should not be angry with our enemies, who in fact dispel all the obstacles to our attaining enlightenment.
It is no use saying that our enemies are preventing us from practicing, and that is why we get angry. For if we truly want to practice, there is no practice more important than patience. We cannot pretend to practice without patience.
If we cannot bear the harm our enemies do to us, and get angry instead, we are obstructing our own achievement of an immensely positive action. Nothing can exist without a cause, and the practice of patience could not exist without there being people who do us harm. How, then, can we call such people obstacles to our practice of patience, which is one of the fundamental practices of a Mahayana practitioner?
In general, it is the notion of enemies that is the main obstacle to bodhicitta. If we can transform an enemy into someone toward whom we feel respect and gratitude, then our practice will naturally progress, like water following a downhill course.
To be patient means not to get angry with those who harm us and to have compassion. That is not to say that we should let them do what they like. For example, we Tibetans have undergone great difficulties at the hands of others. But we are not angry with them, since if we get angry we can only lose. This is why we are practicing patience. But we are not going to let injustice and oppression go unnoticed.
Edited by Bill Walz
http://www.billwalz.com
Bill is a most excellent therapist, teacher, friend
Wednesday, April 22, 2015
Used Up Luxury
A cream-colored sectional occupied the living room in front of the fireplace. A teal, barn red and golden floral chair stood to the left side. Only the chaise reveals almost used up luxury. That and the cushion closest it. A nubby fabric which picked up every color whether it be jeans, cotton, knits.

A broken nearly new brass piano lamp once provided light near the chair. Until my granddaughter decided to scoot between the end table and the chair. Sometime toddlers inevitably do. Other than that, the light had rarely been used over the past twenty-five years. The halogen light had been replaced since her encounter, but the electronics in the piano lamp were messed up. I was glad it finally got some use. if only by a toddler Sadly, it was a small lamp and fix the space perfectly. I don't plan to remove it, either.
That room became a monument. A monument to solitude, a life that wasn't meant to turn out this way. Bittersweet. But it does house me and delightfully so. I miss the parties I use to have. It is harder now.
I think about my losses recently. A man dear to my heart, my dogs, my physicality, my furnishings. I want things to be different. But why? Why do we spend so much time concerned about outcomes? We worry, stew, we hope. It doesn't affect anything but have a negative impact on our bodymind.
Emotional intelligence. That thing that eludes so many people. We understood the theory. At least, this writer does. Applying it, well that is the stuff of metal. Some days I just don't have it.
After my second mammography visit, a repeat from Friday - a call back it is termed left me on and off alone for nearly two hours in the radiology department. First a set of films, then a call back. A spot they said. It turned out to be a lymph node. I couldn't hold back tears when the physician said it was fine.
"See you in a year," she said.
A year. Another year to pull it together. To use up the luxury. To wear it down. To end the loneliness. Then I met a new friend.
At dinner in a nearby town. She was in distress, having just moved herself, her six dogs and eight cats. She was trying to get her electric started in her new home. At once, my attention turned to help her in her plight. She will have electricity tomorrow morning. She also has a new friend.
The luxury of it all. In a world all to distant, a few words said it all.
"You are fine," said the physician.
"Thanks for helping me," said the new friend.
Used up luxury? I think I have just begun.

A broken nearly new brass piano lamp once provided light near the chair. Until my granddaughter decided to scoot between the end table and the chair. Sometime toddlers inevitably do. Other than that, the light had rarely been used over the past twenty-five years. The halogen light had been replaced since her encounter, but the electronics in the piano lamp were messed up. I was glad it finally got some use. if only by a toddler Sadly, it was a small lamp and fix the space perfectly. I don't plan to remove it, either.
That room became a monument. A monument to solitude, a life that wasn't meant to turn out this way. Bittersweet. But it does house me and delightfully so. I miss the parties I use to have. It is harder now.
I think about my losses recently. A man dear to my heart, my dogs, my physicality, my furnishings. I want things to be different. But why? Why do we spend so much time concerned about outcomes? We worry, stew, we hope. It doesn't affect anything but have a negative impact on our bodymind.
Emotional intelligence. That thing that eludes so many people. We understood the theory. At least, this writer does. Applying it, well that is the stuff of metal. Some days I just don't have it.
After my second mammography visit, a repeat from Friday - a call back it is termed left me on and off alone for nearly two hours in the radiology department. First a set of films, then a call back. A spot they said. It turned out to be a lymph node. I couldn't hold back tears when the physician said it was fine.
"See you in a year," she said.
A year. Another year to pull it together. To use up the luxury. To wear it down. To end the loneliness. Then I met a new friend.
At dinner in a nearby town. She was in distress, having just moved herself, her six dogs and eight cats. She was trying to get her electric started in her new home. At once, my attention turned to help her in her plight. She will have electricity tomorrow morning. She also has a new friend.
The luxury of it all. In a world all to distant, a few words said it all.
"You are fine," said the physician.
"Thanks for helping me," said the new friend.
Used up luxury? I think I have just begun.
Monday, April 20, 2015
The Turtle
Composting for me is tossing non-meat, organic food over the front porch and down the hill. At night I have seen an opposum sniffing for food. I have not seen raccoon as they tend to like to dig in my newly planted grass instead. Clearly, they do this just outside my studio so that I can see them.
Just after I tossed left over carrots which my grandson brought in a bag and didn't finish over the porch this morning, I saw leaves move. It was a quiet morning and I decided to take a closer look as there was no wind blowing at this time. To my surprise a good sized turtle was in the area. I sure hope I didn't hit him. My next few tosses were a foot or so in front of the turtle. The idea was to provide food for it.
This is the first turtle I have seen in some time. They are so well camoflaged that I probably have had a few in that area before and didn't notice them. According to the turtle totem, I was supposed to see the turtle to remind me to stay the course, continue my peaceful ways. It was an apt omen for a rainy day. Finding and mainly peace within is a part of mindfulness. I appreciate seeing the turtle and am delighting it came to visit.
The bigger picture of seeing the turtle and the reason I must live in the mountains is that it is a constant reminder. A reminder for a simpler life. A reminder that I live among nature. That like nature, I am a part of the universe, but more importantly that the universe lives within me. I am comprised of the same materials. No different than the plants that become compost. Or the turtle looking for food.
Just after I tossed left over carrots which my grandson brought in a bag and didn't finish over the porch this morning, I saw leaves move. It was a quiet morning and I decided to take a closer look as there was no wind blowing at this time. To my surprise a good sized turtle was in the area. I sure hope I didn't hit him. My next few tosses were a foot or so in front of the turtle. The idea was to provide food for it.
This is the first turtle I have seen in some time. They are so well camoflaged that I probably have had a few in that area before and didn't notice them. According to the turtle totem, I was supposed to see the turtle to remind me to stay the course, continue my peaceful ways. It was an apt omen for a rainy day. Finding and mainly peace within is a part of mindfulness. I appreciate seeing the turtle and am delighting it came to visit.
The bigger picture of seeing the turtle and the reason I must live in the mountains is that it is a constant reminder. A reminder for a simpler life. A reminder that I live among nature. That like nature, I am a part of the universe, but more importantly that the universe lives within me. I am comprised of the same materials. No different than the plants that become compost. Or the turtle looking for food.
Dating In Your Sixties
Who EVER thought they would be dating in their sixties? Certainly not me. I didn't like dating in my teens. I just don't like trying new men out. It's boring, disappointing, a waste of time. It would be one thing if I wasn't interested in partnering. Maybe that is the challenge. Date to date. Forget about partnering. Just enjoy the moment.
As women in this culture reach their fifties and beyond, they quickly become aware they are invisible. We all have a sense of whether we are noticed in our younger years. Many of us will attest to the fact we felt WE WERE THE WORLD. We felt attractive, bright, slender. It came easily and we never thought about it.
Since I trained as a gerontologist and have been interested in the field since I was a teen, I have seen this over and over. In this culture. In this culture which emphasizes fast, faster and fastest. Spin the words, work the technology. All so very superficial.
So where is...where does a women of substance find an interesting companion? Notice I dropped the notion of partnering. I do enjoy my own good company. I'd rather not waste my time being with someone...well...BORING.
Boring comes in all shapes. It is mostly a monotonic voice. Same ole, same ole. Nothing read, thought, done.
I have still not figured out the secret to dating in your sixties. But if you have, please, do share it. My sense of it is just enjoy all the moments. They are shortening as we are:)
As women in this culture reach their fifties and beyond, they quickly become aware they are invisible. We all have a sense of whether we are noticed in our younger years. Many of us will attest to the fact we felt WE WERE THE WORLD. We felt attractive, bright, slender. It came easily and we never thought about it.
Since I trained as a gerontologist and have been interested in the field since I was a teen, I have seen this over and over. In this culture. In this culture which emphasizes fast, faster and fastest. Spin the words, work the technology. All so very superficial.
So where is...where does a women of substance find an interesting companion? Notice I dropped the notion of partnering. I do enjoy my own good company. I'd rather not waste my time being with someone...well...BORING.
Boring comes in all shapes. It is mostly a monotonic voice. Same ole, same ole. Nothing read, thought, done.
I have still not figured out the secret to dating in your sixties. But if you have, please, do share it. My sense of it is just enjoy all the moments. They are shortening as we are:)
Beyond The Ridiculous
It is only in the United States that consumers have to access a physician in order to find their test results. In other countries, the consumer comes first. They are after all, paying for all this nonsense in the first place. The consumer pays the insurance company, physician, laboratory and drug companies. Yet, we are the LAST to have access to our health information. We have historically been kept in the dark, at least since the Flexner Report in the 1920s took everything into a more high tech, antiseptic world. The physician gained ground, while the consumer was secondary. That and the American Medical Association who made the laws. The consumer became PATIENT. The consumer gave their power over to the medical establishment as well as more of their money.
Some physicians now have portals that allow customers access to their information. I appreciate that. But if another physician orders a test, say a gynecologist orders a bone density study and you request a courtesy copy to go to another physician, you have to go through your gynecologist to get the test result. As I understand this, it has to do with HIPPA laws which absolutely make no sense. They do make sense in that the ordering physician gets to invite you in for another paying appointment to give you the test results. It is annoying especially if that physician does not have a portal.
I have learned a nice lesson and will consider making different choices about which physician I use in the future. I will use a physician who is timely.
All of this is beyond the ridiculous! Another reason why I stay out of the physician's office.
Some physicians now have portals that allow customers access to their information. I appreciate that. But if another physician orders a test, say a gynecologist orders a bone density study and you request a courtesy copy to go to another physician, you have to go through your gynecologist to get the test result. As I understand this, it has to do with HIPPA laws which absolutely make no sense. They do make sense in that the ordering physician gets to invite you in for another paying appointment to give you the test results. It is annoying especially if that physician does not have a portal.
I have learned a nice lesson and will consider making different choices about which physician I use in the future. I will use a physician who is timely.
All of this is beyond the ridiculous! Another reason why I stay out of the physician's office.
Sunday, April 19, 2015
Unintended
This past week, month even, has brought unusual April rains. Low cloud cover, fog, and a curtain of showers. I haven't heard lightening or thunderstorms. Yet.
From my little studio on the side of a mountain, my view is of scalloped mountains, a cell tower and some other unnamed tall structures atop the mountain. When I first moved here in 2001, there were no lights. Over the years, some fifteen have been added, including utility lights at residences. It always seems odd to me that a residence would have a commercial grade light post outside. No doubt for 'security' in this media told 'insecure world.' I always feel secure. Unless of course, the electrical storms associated with April rains light up the sky. Now, they unnerve me.
Three years ago when just my immediate family visited - my son, grandson and daughter, we had one of those storms. I had been telling them we might get one during their visit. Then the electricity shot against the black sky. This went on for hours. Even my daughter thought 'this was it.' The end as we both pondered, half joking. Still, she insisted we move a bed and emergency equipment into the closet. The National Weather Service radio blared all night long. There were warnings of imminent tornados. My son was at the ready with his son in case the storms worsened.
"Take cover, take cover," the monotonic voice called.
I think we fell asleep close to 4 a.m. that night. My son and grandson never moved into our secure area. In time, the storm abated.
This past week, the same time of year we have gotten those electrical storms, we have gotten more than our share of rain. I don't recall the mountains ever greening up that fast. Being a part of this, living its history is more pleasurable than I can describe. The hummingbirds are back, the birdsong in each morning is delightful. I wonder why I even leave my little parcel of paradise. I always can't wait to return.
Yesterday morning, I closed my eyes on my sectional sofa. I wanted to take in this miracle. Just be. Two hours later I awakened. An Unintended nap. My body knew what my mind refused to hear. I was tired. There is nothing like an unintended nap. Lest of course you are narcoleptic. I had a friend who had that. Once at a dinner at my home, he fell fast asleep.
"He is narcoleptic," his wife said.
Now that is just plain scary. Especially for a lawyer. Imagine falling asleep in the courtroom. Or driving. But mine was a safe nap. On the sectional, wrapped in my lovely white embossed quilt. Purely unintended.
From my little studio on the side of a mountain, my view is of scalloped mountains, a cell tower and some other unnamed tall structures atop the mountain. When I first moved here in 2001, there were no lights. Over the years, some fifteen have been added, including utility lights at residences. It always seems odd to me that a residence would have a commercial grade light post outside. No doubt for 'security' in this media told 'insecure world.' I always feel secure. Unless of course, the electrical storms associated with April rains light up the sky. Now, they unnerve me.
Three years ago when just my immediate family visited - my son, grandson and daughter, we had one of those storms. I had been telling them we might get one during their visit. Then the electricity shot against the black sky. This went on for hours. Even my daughter thought 'this was it.' The end as we both pondered, half joking. Still, she insisted we move a bed and emergency equipment into the closet. The National Weather Service radio blared all night long. There were warnings of imminent tornados. My son was at the ready with his son in case the storms worsened.
"Take cover, take cover," the monotonic voice called.
I think we fell asleep close to 4 a.m. that night. My son and grandson never moved into our secure area. In time, the storm abated.
This past week, the same time of year we have gotten those electrical storms, we have gotten more than our share of rain. I don't recall the mountains ever greening up that fast. Being a part of this, living its history is more pleasurable than I can describe. The hummingbirds are back, the birdsong in each morning is delightful. I wonder why I even leave my little parcel of paradise. I always can't wait to return.
Yesterday morning, I closed my eyes on my sectional sofa. I wanted to take in this miracle. Just be. Two hours later I awakened. An Unintended nap. My body knew what my mind refused to hear. I was tired. There is nothing like an unintended nap. Lest of course you are narcoleptic. I had a friend who had that. Once at a dinner at my home, he fell fast asleep.
"He is narcoleptic," his wife said.
Now that is just plain scary. Especially for a lawyer. Imagine falling asleep in the courtroom. Or driving. But mine was a safe nap. On the sectional, wrapped in my lovely white embossed quilt. Purely unintended.
Saturday, April 18, 2015
This And Mostly...That
For as long as I can remember, gathering myself in has worked. It has consoled me, when nothing else would. Not even chocolate or popcorn or red licorice. Gathering oneself in brings you to a quiet place. No, not immediately. You work at it. You don't ask friends to do it for you. Sure, you can vent and that is often helpful. You go within but that...is where it all began.
Within. I remember as a teen sitting under a maple tree in our front yard. I would sit out there for hours under the stars. After some time, I would lay down and gaze at the skies. The gazing put it all in perspective for me. It still does.
Of course, it doesn't happen immediately. It happens in the moments and minutes, days and weeks after I agonize over something. In writing this entry, I think of something a friend sent:
Within. I remember as a teen sitting under a maple tree in our front yard. I would sit out there for hours under the stars. After some time, I would lay down and gaze at the skies. The gazing put it all in perspective for me. It still does.
Of course, it doesn't happen immediately. It happens in the moments and minutes, days and weeks after I agonize over something. In writing this entry, I think of something a friend sent:
Enduring The Fires – Dalai Lama
Patience is one of the vital elements in the bodhisattva's training. This third chapter of the Bodhicaryavatara, which deals with patience, and the eighth chapter, which deals with meditation, together explain the key points of bodhicitta.
1. Good works gathered in a thousand ages,
Such as deeds of generosity
Or offerings to the Blissful Ones:
A single flash of anger shatters them.
Such as deeds of generosity
Or offerings to the Blissful Ones:
A single flash of anger shatters them.
2. No evil is there similar to hatred,
Nor austerity to be compared with patience.
Steep yourself, therefore, in patience
In all ways, urgently, with zeal
Nor austerity to be compared with patience.
Steep yourself, therefore, in patience
In all ways, urgently, with zeal
As a destructive force there is nothing as strong as anger. An instant of anger can destroy all the positive action accumulated over thousands of kalpas through generosity, making offerings to the buddhas, keeping discipline, and so on. So we can say that there is no fault as serious as anger.
Patience, on the other hand, as a discipline which neutralizes anger, which prevents us from succumbing to it, and which appeases the suffering we endure from the heat of the negative emotions, is quite unrivaled. It is therefore of the utmost importance that we resolve to practice patience, and a lot of inspiration can be gained by reflecting on what is wrong with anger and on the advantages of patience.
Positive actions are difficult and infrequent. It is hard to have positive thoughts when our minds are influenced by emotions and confused by adverse circumstances. Negative thoughts arise by themselves, and it is rare that we do a positive action whose motivation, execution, and conclusion are perfectly pure. If our stock of hard-won positive actions is rendered powerless in an instant of anger, the loss is immeasurably more serious than that of some more abundant resource.
3. Those tormented by the pain of anger,
Will never know tranquility of mind,
Strangers to every joy and pleasure;
Sleep deserts them, they will never rest.
Will never know tranquility of mind,
Strangers to every joy and pleasure;
Sleep deserts them, they will never rest.
Anger chases all happiness away, and makes even the most peaceful features turn livid and ugly. It upsets our physical equilibrium, disturbs our rest, destroys our appetite, and makes us age prematurely. Happiness, peace, and sleep evade us, and we can no longer appreciate people who have helped us and deserve our trust and gratitude. Under the influence of anger, someone of normally good character changes completely and can no longer be counted on. Anger leads both oneself and others to ruin. But anyone who puts his energy into destroying anger will be happy in this life and in lives to come.
7. Getting what I do not want,
And that which hinders my desire:
There my mind finds fuel for misery,
Anger springs from it and beats me down.
And that which hinders my desire:
There my mind finds fuel for misery,
Anger springs from it and beats me down.
8. Therefore I utterly destroy
The sustenance of this my enemy,
My foe, whose sole intention is
To bring me sorrow.
The sustenance of this my enemy,
My foe, whose sole intention is
To bring me sorrow.
Whenever we think about someone who has wronged us, or someone who is doing (or might do) something we or our friends don't want—preventing us from having what we do want—our mind, at peace before, suddenly begins to feel slightly unsettled. This state of mind fuels our negative thoughts about that person. "What a nasty fellow he is!," we think, and our hatred grows stronger and stronger. It is this first stage, this unsettled feeling which kindles our hatred, that we should try to get rid of.
9. Come what may, then, I will never harm
My cheerful happiness of mind.
Depression never brings me what I want;
My virtue will be warped and marred by it.
My cheerful happiness of mind.
Depression never brings me what I want;
My virtue will be warped and marred by it.
10. If there is a cure when trouble comes,
What need is there for being sad?
And if no cure is to be found,
What use is there in sorrow?
What need is there for being sad?
And if no cure is to be found,
What use is there in sorrow?
We must make an effort to remain in a relaxed state of mind. If we cannot get rid of that unsettled feeling, it will feed our hatred, increase it, and eventually destroy us.
Hatred is far worse than any ordinary enemy. Of course, ordinary enemies harm us: that is why we call them enemies. But the harm they do is not just in order to make us unhappy; it is also meant to be of some help to themselves or their friends. Hatred, the inner enemy, however, has no other function but to destroy our positive actions and make us unhappy. That is why Shantideva calls it "My foe, whose sole intention is to bring me sorrow." From the moment it first appears, it exists for the sole purpose of harming us. So we should confront it with all the means we have, maintain a peaceful state of mind, and avoid getting upset.
What disconcerts us in the first place is that our wishes are not fulfilled. But remaining upset does nothing to help fulfill those wishes. So we neither fulfill our wishes, nor regain our cheerfulness! This disconcerted state, from which anger can grow, is most dangerous. We should try never to let our happiness be disturbed. Whether we are suffering at present or have suffered in the past, there is no reason to be unhappy. If we can remedy it, then why be unhappy? And if we cannot, there's no use in being unhappy about it—it's just one more thing to be unhappy about, which serves no purpose at all.
What disconcerts us in the first place is that our wishes are not fulfilled. But remaining upset does nothing to help fulfill those wishes. So we neither fulfill our wishes, nor regain our cheerfulness! This disconcerted state, from which anger can grow, is most dangerous. We should try never to let our happiness be disturbed. Whether we are suffering at present or have suffered in the past, there is no reason to be unhappy. If we can remedy it, then why be unhappy? And if we cannot, there's no use in being unhappy about it—it's just one more thing to be unhappy about, which serves no purpose at all.
It is only natural that we don't like suffering. But if we can develop the willpower to bear difficulties, then we will grow more and more tolerant. There is nothing that does not get easier with practice. If we are very forbearing, then something we would normally consider very painful does not appear so bad after all. If we can develop our patience, we will be able to endure even major difficulties that befall us. But without such patient endurance, even the smallest thing becomes unbearable. A lot has to do with our attitude. All of us have some altruistic thoughts, limited though they may be. To develop such thoughts until our wish to help others becomes limitless is what we call bodhicitta. The main obstructions to this development are the wish to harm others, resentment, and anger. As the antidote to these, therefore, it is essential to meditate on patience. The more deeply we practice patience, the less chance there will be for anger to arise. Practicing patience is the best way to avoid getting angry.
Now, let's talk about love. In my opinion, all beings, starting with humans, appreciate love. Valuing love is a spontaneous feeling. Even animals like the people who are kind to them. When someone looks at you with a loving expression, it makes you feel happy, does it not? Love is a quality that is esteemed throughout all humanity, in all religions. Every religion, including Buddhism, describes its founder above all in terms of his capacity to love. Religions that talk about a Creator refer to his mercy. And the main quality of the Buddhist refuge is love.
When we describe a Pure Land filled with the presence of love, people feel like going there. But were we to describe those Pure Lands as places of warfare and fighting, people would no longer feel any desire to be reborn in such a place. People naturally value love and dislike harmful feelings and actions such as resentment, anger, fighting, stealing, coveting others' possessions, and wishing to harm others. So if love is something that all human beings like, it is certainly something that we can develop if we make the effort.
When we describe a Pure Land filled with the presence of love, people feel like going there. But were we to describe those Pure Lands as places of warfare and fighting, people would no longer feel any desire to be reborn in such a place. People naturally value love and dislike harmful feelings and actions such as resentment, anger, fighting, stealing, coveting others' possessions, and wishing to harm others. So if love is something that all human beings like, it is certainly something that we can develop if we make the effort.
Many people think that to be patient and to bear loss is a sign of weakness. I think that is wrong. It is anger which is a sign of weakness, and patience a sign of strength. For example, a person arguing a point based on sound reasoning remains confident and may even smile while proving his cause. On the other hand, if his reasons are unsound and he is about to lose face, he gets angry, loses control, and starts talking nonsense. People rarely get angry if they are confident in what they are doing. Anger arises much more easily at moments of confusion.
22. I am not angry with my bile and other humors,
A fertile source of pain and suffering;
Why then be wroth with living beings,
Victims too of such conditions?
A fertile source of pain and suffering;
Why then be wroth with living beings,
Victims too of such conditions?
Suffering can result from both animate and inanimate causes. We may curse inanimate things like the weather, but it is with animate beings that we most often get angry. If we further analyze these animate causes that make us unhappy, we find that they are themselves influenced by other conditions. They are not making us angry simply because they want to. In this respect, because they are influenced by other conditions they are in fact powerless; so there is no need to get angry with them.
24. Never thinking: 'Now I will be angry,'
People are impulsively caught up in anger;
Irritation, likewise, comes
Though never plans to be experienced!
People are impulsively caught up in anger;
Irritation, likewise, comes
Though never plans to be experienced!
25. Every injury whatever,
The whole variety of evil deeds:
All arise induced by circumstances,
None are independent and autonomous
The whole variety of evil deeds:
All arise induced by circumstances,
None are independent and autonomous
26. Yet these causes have no thought
Of brining something into being;
And that which is produced thereby,
Being mindless, has no thought of being so.
Of brining something into being;
And that which is produced thereby,
Being mindless, has no thought of being so.
47. Those who harm me come against me:
Summoned by my evil karma.
They will be the ones who go to hell,
Am I not therefore the one to injure them?
Summoned by my evil karma.
They will be the ones who go to hell,
Am I not therefore the one to injure them?
When others harm us, it is the result of our own past actions, which in fact have instigated them—for, in future, they will suffer because of the harmful act we ourselves have instigated.
When others harm us, that gives us the chance to practice patience, and thus to purify numerous negative actions and accumulate much merit.
Since it is our enemies who give us this great opportunity, in reality they are helping us. But because we are the cause of the negative actions they commit, we are actually harming them. So if there is anyone to get angry with, it should be ourselves. We should never be angry with our enemies, regardless of their attitude, since they are so useful to us.
One might therefore wonder whether, by thus causing our enemies to accumulate negative actions, we accumulate negative actions ourselves; and whether our enemies in so helping us to practice patience have accumulated positive actions. But this is not the case. Although we were the cause for their negative actions, by our practicing patience we actually accumulate merit and will not take rebirth in the lower realms. As it is we who have been patient, that does not help our enemies. On the other hand, if we cannot stay patient when we are harmed, then the harm done by our enemies will not help anyone at all. Moreover, by losing patience and getting angry we transgress our vow to follow the discipline of a bodhisattva.
If, for example, a person condemned to death were to have his life spared in exchange for having his hands cut off, he would feel very happy. Similarly, when we have the chance to purify a great suffering by enduring a slight injury, we should accept it. If, unable to bear insults, we get angry, we are only creating worse suffering for the future. Difficult though it may be, we should try instead to think openly, on a vaster perspective, and not retaliate.
74. For the sake of my desired aims,
A thousand times I have endured the fires
And other pains of hell,
Achieving nothing for myself and others.
A thousand times I have endured the fires
And other pains of hell,
Achieving nothing for myself and others.
75. The present pains are nothing to compare with those,
And yet great benefits accrue from them.
These afflictions which dispel the troubles of all wandering beings:
I should only delight in them.
And yet great benefits accrue from them.
These afflictions which dispel the troubles of all wandering beings:
I should only delight in them.
So far we have been, and are still, going through endless suffering, without this suffering doing us any good whatsoever. Now that we have promised to be good-hearted, we should try not to get angry when others insult us. Being patient may not be easy. It requires considerable concentration. But the result we achieve by enduring these difficulties will be sublime. That is something to be happy about!
90. The rigamarole of praise and reputation
Serves not to increase merit nor the span of life,
Bestowing neither health nor strength of body,
It contributes nothing to the body's ease.
Serves not to increase merit nor the span of life,
Bestowing neither health nor strength of body,
It contributes nothing to the body's ease.
98. Praise and compliments disturb me,
And soften my revulsion with samsara:
I begin to covet others' qualities and
Every excellence is thereby spoiled.
And soften my revulsion with samsara:
I begin to covet others' qualities and
Every excellence is thereby spoiled.
Praise, if you think about it, is actually a distraction. For example, in the beginning one may be a simple, humble monk, content with little. Later on people may start to praise one, saying, "He's a lama," and one begins to feel a bit more proud and to be more self-conscious in how one feels and behaves. Then the eight worldly considerations become stronger, do they not, and the praise we receive distracts us, destroying our renunciation.
Again, at first when we have little to compare ourselves with, we do not feel jealous of others. But later we begin to "grow some hair," and as our status increases so does our rivalry with others in important positions. We feel jealous of anyone with good qualities, and in the end this destroys our own good qualities. Being praised is not really a good thing—it can be the source of negative actions.
99. Those who stay close by me, then,
To ruin my good name and cut me down to size,
Are they not my guardians saving me
From falling into realms of sorrow?
To ruin my good name and cut me down to size,
Are they not my guardians saving me
From falling into realms of sorrow?
As our real goal is enlightenment, we should not be angry with our enemies, who in fact dispel all the obstacles to our attaining enlightenment.
101. They, like Buddha's very blessing,
Bar my way, determined as I am
To plunge myself in suffering:
How could I be angry with them?
Bar my way, determined as I am
To plunge myself in suffering:
How could I be angry with them?
102. We should not be angry, saying,
'They are an obstacle to virtue,'
Patience is the peerless austerity,
And is this not my chosen path?
'They are an obstacle to virtue,'
Patience is the peerless austerity,
And is this not my chosen path?
It is no use saying that our enemies are preventing us from practicing, and that is why we get angry. For if we truly want to practice, there is no practice more important than patience. We cannot pretend to practice without patience.
If we cannot bear the harm our enemies do to us, and get angry instead, we are obstructing our own achievement of an immensely positive action. Nothing can exist without a cause, and the practice of patience could not exist without there being people who do us harm. How, then, can we call such people obstacles to our practice of patience, which is one of the fundamental practices of a Mahayana practitioner? We can hardly call a beggar an obstacle to generosity.
There are so many charitable causes, such as beggars, in the world; whereas those who make us angry and test our patience are very few—especially if we avoid harming others. So when we encounter these rare enemies, we should appreciate them.
107. Like a treasure found at home,
Enriching me without fatigue,
Enemies are helpers in the bodhisattva life,
I should take delight in them.
Enriching me without fatigue,
Enemies are helpers in the bodhisattva life,
I should take delight in them.
When we have been patient toward an enemy, we should dedicate the fruit of this practice of patience to him, because he is the cause of the practice. He has been very kind to us. We might think, why does he deserve this dedication when he had no intention to make us practice patience? But if objects need have an intention before they deserve our respect, then in that case the dharma itself, which points out the cessation of suffering and is the cause of happiness, yet has no intention of helping us, should not be worthy of respect.
We might then think that our enemy is undeserving because, unlike the dharma, he actually wishes to harm us. But if everyone was as kind and well-intentioned as a doctor, how could we ever practice patience? And when a doctor, intending to cure us, hurts us by amputating a limb, cutting us open, or pricking us with needles, we do not think of him as an enemy and get angry with him, so we do not practice patience toward him. But enemies are those who intend to harm us, and it is because of that that we are able to practice patience toward them.
If we really take refuge in the buddhas, then we should respect their wishes. After all, in ordinary life it is normal to adapt in some way to one's friends and respect their wishes. The ability to do so is considered a good quality. If, on the one hand, we say that we have heartfelt devotion and take refuge in the Buddha, dharma, and sangha, but on the other hand, in our actual actions, we take no notice of what displeases them, and just walk over them, that is truly sad. We are prepared to conform to the standards of ordinary people but not to those of the buddhas and bodhisattvas. How miserable! If, for example, a Christian truly loves God, then he should practice love toward all his fellow human beings. Otherwise, he is failing to practice his religion: his words and deeds contradict each other.
In general, it is the notion of enemies that is the main obstacle to bodhicitta. If we can transform an enemy into someone toward whom we feel respect and gratitude, then our practice will naturally progress, like water following a downhill course.
To be patient means not to get angry with those who harm us and to have compassion. That is not to say that we should let them do what they like. For example, we Tibetans have undergone great difficulties at the hands of others. But we are not angry with them, since if we get angry we can only lose. This is why we are practicing patience. But we are not going to let injustice and oppression go unnoticed.
Friday, April 17, 2015
Ants In The Mailbox
After going to Asheville today or a few medical tests, I returned home in the late afternoon. Looking into the mailbox at the bottom of the bill, I discovered a swarm of ants. There were hundreds. I was concerned about my letter carrier getting them on her. I also did not want them on my mail or in my car during the drive up the mountain to my home.
I returned some ten minutes later with bug spray. Hosing down the interior and exterior of the mailbox, I left a note for the carrier.
PLEASE DO NOT PUT MAIL INSIDE. I SPRAYED FOR ANTS.
I made a call to the post office and informed her of this. She greatly appreciated the call. Tomorrow morning, before the farmer's market, I will return to the mailbox with lots of hot water. The plan is to remove the dead ants flushing them with water. Then dry it. I may need another trip to buy ant spray.
Here is hoping.
I returned some ten minutes later with bug spray. Hosing down the interior and exterior of the mailbox, I left a note for the carrier.
PLEASE DO NOT PUT MAIL INSIDE. I SPRAYED FOR ANTS.
I made a call to the post office and informed her of this. She greatly appreciated the call. Tomorrow morning, before the farmer's market, I will return to the mailbox with lots of hot water. The plan is to remove the dead ants flushing them with water. Then dry it. I may need another trip to buy ant spray.
Here is hoping.
Thursday, April 16, 2015
Springtime In The Mountains!
The rains have stopped. If only for a while. Peeking through my retreat is a cornucopia of green. Lime, medium and deep. It takes my breath away. Overlapping that are several tall white dogwoods. They were on the lot when I purchased it in 2000. A couple of birdhouses dot the area.
Just outside my window, several pairs of cardinals sweep back and forth. The birdsong tells me another season is beginning. A chance at anew. It is a lovely time of year and I am happy to be in my studio.
In the area above, as seen by a recently cut grass, the angle is a bit distorted as the area is much larger. Right now the grass doesn't look as neat as this. It needs mowing several times a week now. The straw covering what was once a large, scalloped garden is ready for removal. The underlying seed has germinated new grasslings. Part of me wants to watch to see how tall it will get. Common sense says it is near time to mow again. I just did that three days ago.
Another part of me is longing for a treehouse kind of place. My final fling before I can't climb it. A place where the birds will soar. Where my spirit will soar. But it doesn't take a special place for that to happen. I may position the treehouse of my dreams on another section. That is still in the works.
Just outside my window, several pairs of cardinals sweep back and forth. The birdsong tells me another season is beginning. A chance at anew. It is a lovely time of year and I am happy to be in my studio.
In the area above, as seen by a recently cut grass, the angle is a bit distorted as the area is much larger. Right now the grass doesn't look as neat as this. It needs mowing several times a week now. The straw covering what was once a large, scalloped garden is ready for removal. The underlying seed has germinated new grasslings. Part of me wants to watch to see how tall it will get. Common sense says it is near time to mow again. I just did that three days ago.
Another part of me is longing for a treehouse kind of place. My final fling before I can't climb it. A place where the birds will soar. Where my spirit will soar. But it doesn't take a special place for that to happen. I may position the treehouse of my dreams on another section. That is still in the works.
Shame On You, Ethan Allen!
Shame on you Ethan Allen! I spent a bundle buying furniture at this store. There is something wrong with the fabric on the sectional. The fabric on the chair I bought had to be removed because it was not colorfast. That took two weeks. It also arrived with a broken leg.
Almost immediately, I noticed the sectional sofa picked up colors. Jeans, black slacks, just about anything comes off on it. It is a textured fabric and the designer should have informed me about that. I told her and customer service about a half dozen times. Not one person called back. That was within the one year guarantee (cough) on fabrics.
An Ethan Allen espouser a.k. as CUSTOMER SERVICE just left a message on my phone. He stated the fabric was outside of the one year mark and therefore, WOULD NOT BE COVERED!
Do these people not listen to what their customers tell them? I won't be buying another thing from them. Ever! A quick glance at their ratings just told the same story.
Shame on you Ethan Allen. Your collective mothers would be embarassed!
Almost immediately, I noticed the sectional sofa picked up colors. Jeans, black slacks, just about anything comes off on it. It is a textured fabric and the designer should have informed me about that. I told her and customer service about a half dozen times. Not one person called back. That was within the one year guarantee (cough) on fabrics.
An Ethan Allen espouser a.k. as CUSTOMER SERVICE just left a message on my phone. He stated the fabric was outside of the one year mark and therefore, WOULD NOT BE COVERED!
Do these people not listen to what their customers tell them? I won't be buying another thing from them. Ever! A quick glance at their ratings just told the same story.
Shame on you Ethan Allen. Your collective mothers would be embarassed!
Friday, April 10, 2015
Chocolate Matters
This has been a year of my body not working quite the way I hoped. I am blessed with a lousy musculoskeletal system. Osteoarthritis from head to toe. My blood pressure is up even though I eat healthy and feel good. Now my leg veins are thrombosing. Enter Jobst stockings. Hardly very sexy but they do reduce the pain. I haven't slept in weeks. Months.
I am told the valves are weak so I am looking into what to do next. My hip has an osteophyte and that requires a visit to the orthopedic surgeon. Frankly, I have not been feeling well and I don't like to talk about it. It has significantly limited my motion and has caused more depression than I care to acknowledge. Nope, I am not doing anti-depressants. One has to deal with what is.
After several trips to various stores to find the right compression stockings, I finally did. That is a whole world unto itself. I bought the knee high variety. Beige. Bleck!
I would rather be kayaking or hiking. So I am switching my foci more. I know my time is limited and I want to have a blast before the curtain falls.
I have spoken to my family about doing the Oregon trip. The euthananasia thing. When the end is near. I do not believe in suffering or being a burden to my family. My close friends already have their own issues.
Off to end chocolate. I do love chocolate.
I am told the valves are weak so I am looking into what to do next. My hip has an osteophyte and that requires a visit to the orthopedic surgeon. Frankly, I have not been feeling well and I don't like to talk about it. It has significantly limited my motion and has caused more depression than I care to acknowledge. Nope, I am not doing anti-depressants. One has to deal with what is.
After several trips to various stores to find the right compression stockings, I finally did. That is a whole world unto itself. I bought the knee high variety. Beige. Bleck!
I would rather be kayaking or hiking. So I am switching my foci more. I know my time is limited and I want to have a blast before the curtain falls.
I have spoken to my family about doing the Oregon trip. The euthananasia thing. When the end is near. I do not believe in suffering or being a burden to my family. My close friends already have their own issues.
Off to end chocolate. I do love chocolate.
Thursday, April 9, 2015
The Truth About Congress
-By Charlie Reese, retiring reporter for he Orlando Sentinel. His last column.
Politicians are the only people in the world who create problems and then campaign against them.
Have you ever wondered, if both the Democrats and the Republicans are against deficits, WHY do we have deficits?
Have you ever wondered, if all the politicians are against inflation and high taxes, WHY do we have inflation and high taxes?
Have you ever wondered why the threat of bankruptcy is often mentioned in regards to Social Security, but never in regards to Welfare, food stamps and other entitlements?
You and I don't propose a federal budget. The President does.
You and I don't have the Constitutional authority to vote on appropriations. The House of Representatives does.
You and I don't write the tax code, Congress does.
You and I don't set fiscal policy, Congress does.
You and I don't control monetary policy, the Federal Reserve Bank does.
One hundred senators, 435 congressmen, one President, and nine Supreme Court justices equates to 545 human beings out of the 300 million are directly, legally, morally, and individually responsible for the domestic problems that plague this country.
I excluded the members of the Federal Reserve Board because that problem was created by the Congress. In 1913, Congress delegated its Constitutional duty to provide a sound currency to a federally chartered, but private, central bank.
I excluded all the special interests and lobbyists for a sound reason. They have no legal authority. They have no ability to coerce a senator, a congressman, or a President to do one cotton-picking thing. I don't care if they offer a politician $1 million dollars in cash. The politician has the power to accept or reject it. No matter what the lobbyist promises, it is the legislator's responsibility to determine how he votes.
Those 545 human beings spend much of their energy convincing you that what they did is not their fault. They cooperate in this common con regardless of party.
What separates a politician from a normal human being is an excessive amount of gall. No normal human being would have the gall of a Speaker, who stood up and criticized the President for creating deficits. The President can only propose a budget. He cannot force the Congress to accept it.
The Constitution, which is the supreme law of the land, gives sole responsibility to the House of Representatives for originating and approving appropriations and taxes. Who is the speaker of the House? John Boehner. He is the leader of the majority party. He and fellow House members, not the President, can approve any budget they want. If the President vetoes it, they can pass it over his veto if they agree to.
It seems inconceivable to me that a nation of 300 million cannot replace 545 people who stand convicted -- by present facts -- of incompetence and irresponsibility. I can't think of a single domestic problem that is not traceable directly to those 545 people. When you fully grasp the plain truth that 545 people exercise the power of the federal government, then it must follow that what exists is what they want to exist.
If the tax code is unfair, it's because they want it unfair.
If the budget is in the red, it's because they want it in the red.
If the Army & Marines are in Iraq and Afghanistan it's because they want them in Iraq and Afghanistan ...
If they do not receive social security but are on an elite retirement plan not available to the people, it's because they want it that way.
There are no insoluble government problems.
Do not let these 545 people shift the blame to bureaucrats, whom they hire and whose jobs they can abolish; to lobbyists, whose gifts and advice they can reject; to regulators, to whom they give the power to regulate and from whom they can take this power. Above all, do not let them con you into the belief that there exists disembodied mystical forces like "the economy," "inflation," or "politics" that prevent them from doing what they take an oath to do.
Those 545 people, and they alone, are responsible.
They, and they alone, have the power.
They, and they alone, should be held accountable by the people who are their bosses.
Provided the voters have the gumption to manage their own employees...
We should vote all of them out of office and clean up their mess!
Charlie Reese is a former columnist of the Orlando Sentinel Newspaper.
What you do with this article now that you have read it... is up to you.
This might be funny if it weren't so true.
Be sure to read all the way to the end:
Tax his land,
Tax his bed,
Tax the table,
At which he's fed.
Tax his tractor,
Tax his mule,
Teach him taxes
Are the rule.
Tax his work,
Tax his pay,
He works for
peanuts anyway!
Tax his cow,
Tax his goat,
Tax his pants,
Tax his coat.
Tax his ties,
Tax his shirt,
Tax his work,
Tax his dirt.
Tax his tobacco,
Tax his drink,
Tax him if he
Tries to think.
Tax his cigars,
Tax his beers,
If he cries
Tax his tears.
Tax his car,
Tax his gas,
Find other ways
To tax his ass.
Tax all he has
Then let him know
That you won't be done
Till he has no dough.
When he screams and hollers;
Then tax him some more,
Tax him till
He's good and sore.
Then tax his coffin,
Tax his grave,
Tax the sod in
Which he's laid...
Put these words
Upon his tomb,
'Taxes drove me
to my doom...'
When he's gone,
Do not relax,
Its time to apply
The inheritance tax.
Accounts Receivable Tax
Building Permit Tax
CDL license Tax
Cigarette Tax
Corporate Income Tax
Dog License Tax
Excise Taxes
Federal Income Tax
Federal Unemployment Tax (FUTA)
Fishing License Tax
Food License Tax
Fuel Permit Tax
Gasoline Tax (currently 44.75 cents per gallon)
Gross Receipts Tax
Hunting License Tax
Inheritance Tax
Inventory Tax
IRS Interest Charges IRS Penalties (tax on top of tax)
Liquor Tax
Luxury Taxes
Marriage License Tax
Medicare Tax
Personal Property Tax
Property Tax
Real Estate Tax
Service Charge Tax
Social Security Tax
Road Usage Tax
Recreational Vehicle Tax
Sales Tax
School Tax
State Income Tax
State Unemployment Tax (SUTA)
Telephone Federal Excise Tax
Telephone Federal Universal Service Fee Tax
Telephone Federal, State and Local Surcharge Taxes
Telephone Minimum Usage Surcharge Tax
Telephone Recurring and Nonrecurring Charges Tax
Telephone State and Local Tax
Telephone Usage Charge Tax
Utility Taxes
Vehicle License Registration Tax
Vehicle Sales Tax
Watercraft Registration Tax
Well Permit Tax
Workers Compensation Tax
STILL THINK THIS IS FUNNY?
Not one of these taxes existed 100 years ago, & our nation was the most prosperous in the world.
We had absolutely no national debt, had the largest middle class in the world, and Mom stayed home to raise the kids.
What in the heck happened? Can you spell "POLITICIANS?"
Wednesday, April 8, 2015
Online What?
Online dating. Seriously, how do you date online? Can you reach out and touch your date? Feel their pulse? See their eyes? Know their expression? Hardly. It's tomfoolery I tell you.
From what I can observe, online dating consists of people who don't really want a partner. They think they do. They know they want sex, no strings attached. They might even want a pen pal. Maybe the long winter has worn them out and they just want to play.
Wed. I finally figured out what caused the Blazer to occasionally shut off. Spent yesterday taking part of the dash apart to replace the ignition switch which is below the lock cylinder on the steering column but involves a wiring harness that connects behind the dash. I missed the second master naturalist class which I can make up next year.
I hope things are going well with you.
These folks are not available. They say they are. Think they are. In the final analysis, it is playtime. I don't want to play. Do you?
A recent note from one online dater:
Are you ok? The pace is picking up here. Bids were opened for the school today. Work should start early May.
My response might be:
From what I can observe, online dating consists of people who don't really want a partner. They think they do. They know they want sex, no strings attached. They might even want a pen pal. Maybe the long winter has worn them out and they just want to play.
Wed. I finally figured out what caused the Blazer to occasionally shut off. Spent yesterday taking part of the dash apart to replace the ignition switch which is below the lock cylinder on the steering column but involves a wiring harness that connects behind the dash. I missed the second master naturalist class which I can make up next year.
Wed. I went to the portable building manufacturer and checked the building. I'm trying to get that delivered within the next two weeks.
Stopped on the way back at a Lowes to buy a mason's hammer and ran into a woman who interned for me over ten years ago for a watershed survey. She's part American Indian and claims to be able to feel when plants are damaged. She can't mow grass as a result. Most of the time she's able to block it out. She's their plant specialist. She's also one who claims to be a sort of Christian witch.
Today's the day to work on a transmission cooling line. When things happen they seem to want to crowd in all at once.
These folks are not available. They say they are. Think they are. In the final analysis, it is playtime. I don't want to play. Do you?
A recent note from one online dater:
Wed. I finally figured out what caused the Blazer to occasionally shut off. Spent yesterday taking part of the dash apart to replace the ignition switch which is below the lock cylinder on the steering column but involves a wiring harness that connects behind the dash. I missed the second master naturalist class which I can make up next year.
Wed. I went to the portable building manufacturer and checked the building. I'm trying to get that delivered within the next two weeks.
Stopped on the way back at a Lowes to buy a mason's hammer and ran into a woman who interned for me over ten years ago for a watershed survey. She's part American Indian and claims to be able to feel when plants are damaged. She can't mow grass as a result. Most of the time she's able to block it out. She's their plant specialist. She's also one who claims to be a sort of Christian witch.
Today's the day to work on a transmission cooling line. When things happen they seem to want to crowd in all at once. I hope things are going well with you.
When no response was offered back, he wrote this:
My response might be:
Your last two e-mails sounded more like journal entries rather than a conversation one might have meeting on OKC last December.
Are you looking for a pen pal?
I hope you chuckle as much as I. Til next time.

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