April 29th, 2008

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Stroke of midnight -

Though the photo may look like an eye, it is the inside of the Point Loma Lighthouse, a photo taken by Alan.  I am in love with how it makes me feel.

It is now after midnight.  I spent the day once again on Breast Stroke, going through it again, incorporating some suggested changes.

I am tired and ready for bed.   May all dreams be joyous and light.
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A New Day!




Can one read the news and put on a happy face?  I did read that students from my local elementary school released ladybugs into the air yesterday.  That is promising amidst all the anger and differences.   So, now, Clinton, too, says we should cut the gas tax for the summer.  Are people really that short-sighted?  It will save the average consumer $30.00 and this one issue may hand it to Clinton, she who voted for the war and speaks in a war-like manner.   How she manages to portray herself as blue collar is mind-boggling to me, but it seems she is.     I continue to think the Republicans are giving the Democrats the weakest candidate so they can slam it in and bring in McCain, and if people fall for it, then we could say we get what we deserve, except the country is so diverse now.  Who can appeal to all?    I find it discouraging.

Also, it seems the budget deficit in CA is twice what it was thought to be.  Chinese students are angry at being judged on Tibet.  They have been propagandized to believe Tibet does belong to China.  On the other hand, they are absolutely correct that if we don't like it, why are we living on their goods and money.    Ah, big breath!   It is a day to find  peace within and live there. That is the place to begin.

Also, according to Ode Magazine, the U.S. is  not in the top ten countries of those who read the most.  Perhaps that is part of the problem.    India is the highest with the average weekly hours per person being 10.7.   I'm not sure how the statistic is determined, whether it includes books and magazines, and online reading, but Thailand is next with 9.4, China, 8.0, Philippines, 7.6, Egypt, 7.5, Czech Republic, 7.4, Russia, 7.1, Sweden, 6.9, France, 6.9 and Hungary 6.8.

Read something today.  We need to get our numbers up.   I'm happy to do my part!

It is a great world and day.  Listen to Louis Armstrong.   Sing.   Sing your own song, loudly and clearly.  It is a good time to air our lungs and give them something joyful to do, besides close in terror at the news.   Rejoice.  Sing!   Shake a leaf and enjoy the exchange in air.   






niki de saint phalle - real

Simple -




When we let go of our battles and open our heart to things as they are, then we come to rest in the present moment. This is the beginning and the end of spiritual practice.

- Jack Kornfield



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Heron Dance and Rod MacIver -



Here is Rod MacIver talking about the stamina, intensity, and loyalty of beavers.


Lately I’ve been walking down to the beaver flow near my cabin just as the sun is setting behind a nearby hill. It takes about fifteen minutes to walk down there. No matter how quiet I am, the beavers see me approach. I bring my Black Lab, Nemo, with me, and we find a fallen tree about six feet from the water’s edge to sit on and enjoy the evening.

Before they got used to me, as I approached, the beavers would start swimming around in circles and whacking their tails on the surface of the water. After a few days of that, they seemed to get comfortable with us sitting beside their pond. One of the adults—there are two large beaver lodges on this particular pond—would swim towards me, careful to keep a large tree between us. I couldn't see the animal itself unless I peeked around the tree, although I could see the circles of wake created as the beaver swam through the water. Everything is fine unless Nemo steps into the water. If he does that, bedlam breaks out. Tails start whacking all over the pond and a few seconds later, there are no beavers to be seen.

Beavers have been known to swim as far as half a mile underwater. They can hold their breath for twelve to fifteen minutes, and they have transparent eyelids which protect their eyes when under water. Like birds and reptiles, beavers have a single lower body opening that accommodates their urination, bowels and reproductive organs. This opening also contains castor glands that secrete an oil used for waterproofing their fur, marking territory and attracting mates. Most beavers are monogamous and mate for life.

Beavers make ponds out of streams and dead trees out of living ones, and in the process create havens for everything from Northern Harriers to wood-eating insects to salamanders to river otters. Basically they create highly diverse little ecosystems.

The thing that has always amazed me most about beavers is their practice of setting off across long distances—distances that sometimes include ranges of hills—looking for new ponds when the pond that they grew up on becomes over-populated. That is a feat of courage—to set off at a waddle pace, more or less defenseless, through hostile territory, with no idea if a pond or river is a mile away or fifty miles away. Being the water creatures they are, maybe they do have some way of sensing water. Or maybe they just know if they walk uphill long enough, sooner or later they will start going downhill, and sooner or later when headed downhill, water is found. In that way, they colonized most of forested North America.