Perception reduces reality to what is accessible to us
through the small range of our senses...what we can
see, hear, smell, taste, touch.
It is when we are trapped in incessant streams of compulsive
thinking that the universe really disintegrates for us.
We lose the ability to sense the interconnectedness of all that exists.
Thinking cuts reality up into lifeless fragments.
Eckhart Tolle, A New Earth
The desire for safety stands in the way of every
noble enterprise. Roman Emperor Tacitus
Esperando. Waiting. Hoping. Here the same word.
In the airport, the waiting list is also the hoping list.
Tolle advocates for the now, the only moment there is.
Do not be waiting. Be present, fully in the moments that are
the nows between this now and the now you would wait, hope for.
Is this perfect apartment the perfect apartment?
There have been three. Maybe this one, with its "negativos."
Maybe. To live with maybe, live comfortably with the maybe.
Live in the adventure, the possibility of uncertainty.
This is the journey from safe to soaring.
Gentle reminder by Tolle; image by Flief.
All credit to Johanna.
Rob Brezny, I adore you. It was something over 20 years ago when I met you, I think at Paul Schraub's Halloween party. Or maybe one of the pajama parties. Who cares? What I remember is that you came up to me and said with the most curious look on your face, "What ARE you?" Well, not knowing you were asking me astrologically, I cocked my head and looked at you, like a puppy thinking it might have just heard what might be its name from someone who might be a friend. You repeated your question, then said, "I mean, what sign are you?" I said, Gemini, and you said, "and...?" Again not sure what you were asking, I said, "I beg your pardon?," as my grandmother taught me so graciously to say in these moments of confusion. "Moon? Rising? What else?" I confessed to knowing no more about this, and you said, "Well, we BOTH need to know more than THAT."
