manitou

Because the monkey mind reinforces ego, the sense that we are separate; a still mind will abide in the wholeness of life and as such will be on the same wavelength. But hopefully overpowering is not the intent, that would be counterproductive to diminishing of the ego.

A moment of total awe this morning. I was in my car, I had a CD of the Dalai Lama chanting the Maha Mrityunjaya Mantra on, and suddenly a big flock of Canada geese flew slowly in a low V formation over the beautiful fall color of the trees. It just doesn't get any better...

Now, this is funny. Did anyone happen to catch Charlie Rose's interview with the Dalai Lama yesterday? I didn't see the whole thing, just one small segment they showed on the news this morning. Charlie Rose asked the Dalai Lama what his impression of Donald Trump was. The Dalai Lama immediately positioned his arm around the back of his head and held his flat hand in the position of where Trump's combover hair would be. And he also pursed his lips, even saying something about Trump's small lips. My first reaction was of disbelief; I'm no fan of Mr. Trump, but I couldn't imagine the Dalai Lama doing anything that unkind. But then I burst forth with a belly laugh, realizing that with the Dalai Lama's somewhat limited English ability, he probably thought Charlie Rose was asking him to do an impression of Donald Trump. And so, in his playfulness, he did. It's the only thing that makes sense to me. I think it's hilarious. I'm guessing the Dalai Lama is feeling a little silly right about now...and I'm guessing Trump will sue.

Manitou's been MIA as well. Absolutely nothing further to say. About anything. I know nothing, that's all I know....

Hummingbirdmoth. I'm pretty sure that was what it was called. Seriously. If I were capable of nabbing some info on it elsewhere, I'd cut and paste to this thread - but my computer skills are legendary here, and I can't seem to do it...

Yes! What an odd critter. And it is some sort of a moth - I couldn't believe it when I looked it up. This thing can hover, and I think it can even fly backwards. I just can't remember the name of the moth - unlike any 'moth' I've ever seen. He has a proboscis that is decurved, just like a hummer, but fatter, if I recall.

Sitting on a log in the woods today A perfect fall day. The earthy smell of the moist earth I breathed in deeply, filling my lungs. A golden glow from the sun On the other side of the golden canopy of leaves Gold, yellow, red, green The dogs digging down into the earth For who knows what. Suddenly a breeze! I fuzzy my eyes just a bit And gaze into the distant woods. Leaves falling everywhere, My gaze fixed in one location, I watch the falling of the leaves with the periphery of my vision. I am thrown immediately into A separate reality. Whirling, Swirling, Glad to be alive To see the earth magic.

What an astounding bird. If an artist painted it exactly as is, it would look enhanced. The wood duck doesn't look that colorful in the Audubon pictures. Wow. I wonder, is he doing a mating display with the rust tips of his wings up?

Good advice, IMO. To strive for enlightenment is of the ego, which is counterproductive.

This could be the case, and this would indicate a very childlike humor. But could not that be seen as returning to the state of a child? He certainly has a playfulness about him. It can almost be seen as an innocence.

I really think it was a language thing - the difference between 'having an impression' and 'doing an impression'.

Sounds just like me...

Did he hop along behind her and puff up real big? It cracks me up when the males do that. The females just keep hunting their birdseed, real blasé about the whole thing. There's one out in our yard that we call Puff Daddy.

Many good hearted people here.

the season has turned but who would know it? Is there allowance for love?

Are starlings the ones that lay their eggs in other birds' nests? Or do I have that mixed up? And yes, to see those starling helixes in flight is truly a thing of beauty. Yesterday I was sitting on the front porch, watching the beginning of fall. Just mindless gazing, intentional mindless gazing, no thoughts engaged at all. Suddenly within my field of vision a feather bisected my view diagonally, crossing from upper left to lower right. I think it was a small feather off a mockingbird, half grey, half white. But it was so strange. It whirled down like the rotor of a helicopter, just spinning its mindless way across my view. It was sort of astounding. Ever wonder how many magic things we miss when we're not in the present?

You absolutely get extra credit for that, JoeBlast

No, not diabetes related. Very small openings through which the nerves pass, for which he's had laminectomies. But the nerve damage has been done.

Any use for this on neuropathy of the legs with burning hips? Although I noticed on Zerostao's links it says not to rub the jows into the torso. But it does mention anti-inflammatory, so maybe this would be a use?

Maybe we're putting the negative connotation on impure. Maybe it's speaking to something opaque.

Great premise. But he should have been punished for trying to make it linear.

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Very best wishes to you, friend. I'm so sorry for your situation. I truly hope things get better soon -

one can only hope to see mystery unfold with each new moment

I'm currently in Ventura, CA for a few days. I walked out on the pier today and noticed a birdie oddity. There were some fishermen fishing at the edges of the pier, with their plastic buckets of bait and their catches. The wind was rather gusty, onshore. The Western gulls' bodies were positioned perpendicular to the pier, but allowing themselves to be carried sideways by the wind, in exact alignment with the edge of the pier and the fishermen's buckets. They were all looking downward at the goodies in the buckets, allegedly for the purpose of ripping an inattentive fisherman off. I say allegedly because I can only assume Talk about birdie calculus. I suspect it was more profitable for them to glide sideways because they'd be able to dive directly down into a bucket or a bait container from that sideways position than to be carried in the wrong position by the wind and have to turn back around. The best part of this was that as I was walking by, some fisherman had a boombox and had it cranked up playing Ghost Riders in the Sky, by Johnny Cash. Whoa-a-a-a-a-a-a. I love that old song. The guitar riff at the end is truly a thing of beauty.