I'm a tired writer who thrives on Nature, Spirit and Laughter. As Jim Morrison said in one of the songs he did with THE DOORS, I'm attempting to "BREAK ON THROUGH TO THE OTHER SIDE". I love my crazy cats (I call them Cathuahuas, since they were raised by a Chihauhau, and NOT a cat.) and I love the wind. I keep two blogs at blogger.com, one called, PRACTICE MEDITATION JOURNAL and the other TRACKING THOREAU. I've also been posting poetry at WordPress.com.
Why do you practice?
I WANT TO BREAK ON THROUGH TO THE OTHER SIDE!
What do you practice?
I think you would call me offbeat in my meditation style, i.e., I can't say I do any official "style". When I walk, I am in a meditative state. I connect with Nature. I also listen to music [and do automatic writing]. I pay attention to my breathing. ETC! The only way I walk to exercise, is I make sure I do it for a certain amount of time. Other than that - call it mindful walking! I "sit" when I listen to music.
Sat on 23 days this month, totalling 4 hours 47 minutes practice. (23 entries total)
What were they saying?: I saw this woman with long black hair, wearing shorts and a white
blouse (with short sleeves), bounding like a deer to each mailbox ...
You're from Holland...: Why would I dream about being in the belly of
a ship, I could see the dark red cedar and I was leaning against a counter, was
interrupted: The cat thrust its
face into mine, "are you okay," it asked, oh the words were not human
speech, but the intent was ...
The Magpie: Ever feel your tendrils rising, the hairs on
your arms tingling?
Lifting its wings the bird walked the edge of
The step, the moment, the walk, : If you take a step, if you go down the stairs,
or up the stairs, if you travel through the woods, and trod upon the stones in
Sometimes you have to step back... let there be light...: The birds soar up from me, small birds full of
gold light, their wings fluttering, lift up release, how do I create something
Men in Bowler Hats...: I had an image in a dreaming this morning [the
dream state, the dreaming, dream world, vision, meditations...] of men in long
I wish I could fly...: I've heard about astral flying astral projection,
where you take off from the side of a cliff and fly glide over the valley, spiral ...
fidget: ever feel restless as you meditate, how do you
know when you've been meditating too much, does the psyche get wound and then
pendulum: Have you ever looked in the water, looked into
a stream, breaking the surface, if the water is clear enough, you might see
goats...: When a Billy Goat looks at you what is it
thinking, ruminating on its cud, how far you are from it, and whether or not it
It's amazing how much one's mind wanders...: Placing the palm of your hand against the stone
wall, can you feel the crevices, the lines, is this stone growing warm
Sufi and Monks: Sunlight came through the windows, I like those
halls where the walls are more glass then solid fabric, wood, metal stone, the ...
The Woods...: Crouched on the stone next to the stream, the
young lad, held onto the railing of the broken down fence, dark wood, just
I am intrigued by what I've been writing (why this scene...?): The dog trot ted down the street, tail wagging,
long loopy legs almost tripping him up, well that's what it looks like, his
And Now For Something Completely Different... (homage to MONTY PYTHON there...): Recently, I wrote a piece using automatic writing/stream of consciousness, i.e., MEDITATION. I'm part of a writing group, and we had an ...
A Story... where it came from I don't know...: ever walk along a stone wall, no neither have I
but let's pretend, move up out of the woodworks, she spreads her arms, the long
a bit of whimsy: ever look at a red leaf through a crystal ball,
it's like a magnifying glass, I reckon, except it's a crystal ball, so one can ...
unraveling various rituals...: Sun splits atoms, energy cascading, sun son,
the ball of light that passes ALL understanding, boom, okay, where the heck did
drifting in and out!: Throwing a stone into the water, what is that
impulse, because it's there, because you have dreams of seeing that stone skip,
walking into the fog...: I've heard stories about the moors all my life,
Bronte Sisters, Scotland, Sherlock Holmes, and I wish I could be there, to
spinning a yarn!: I found the carcass of the house, the crumbling stone walls, was the roof made of sod, is that the reason why there is nothing "up ...
BE HERE NOW.: Be Here NOW, in the MOMENT, I realized that,
AGAIN, today, as I was walking in the woods, and the fact that I was so