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Headed up to Pasadena to take a covid test today to clear work for Monday. Since I'll be in the neighborhood, I checked out what's going on at the Huntington Library, which is one of my most beloved LA hangouts. The Chinese Garden, the Bonsai collection and the sprawling gardens are staggeringly beautiful all year round, but right now several sections are exploding with blooms. And fortuitous timing! It turns out, they're currently hosting a Garden of Words exhibit. The Calligraphy of Liu Fang Yuan in addition to their permanent exhibits, (most of which are now opening up again). I'll share a few pics later.

Japanese Millenials: Man, the Elders are really dragging us down! Ningen Isu (3 pensioners): Oh yea? Hold our sake! Just straight wall of sound from a 3 piece... and those lyrics. Solid.

Two words come to mind with the recent bend of this conversation. Morphogenic Fields.

@XianGong No one owes you anything.

We are never separate from source. Perhaps one of my most treasured realizations in life.

One source, many names. One source, many experiences. We all experience from the center of our own awareness. Like the hub of a wheel with many spokes, all paths begin from, rotate about and return to the still void dao.

Yea, we're blessed to still be here 12 years on and thriving. It's the longest stint we've had in one place by far. Our previous 20 years together were very nomadic.

Figured I'd share a description of my clearing of our last place if anyone's interested. Short version is, using music, chanting (myself and recorded) and then a thorough sage smudge and while 'singing the bowl' with the intention to begin occupying and honoring what has passed. More detailed version follows.

Outstanding news! So pleased for you and your family. Thanks for sharing mate.

And I'm back up to my fighting weight...

@$$ Hat

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As water carves a valley. Qi finds a way.

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@steve if only there were the option to like, thank and love a post all at once.

I treasure this time of year as no other. The blissful turning to the yinward flow.

Well said. Awareness is untouched by death, spotless, unbreakable, clarion stillness, vast and well... unnamable simple bliss.