A Wondrous Universe

Crows.  They are all over my neighborhood.  Right near my house actually.  Someone on a vegan Facebook group mentioned that there are coyotes approaching her house and that it is unnerving.  Various approaches were offered to ward off said coyotes.  One interesting approach was to simply enjoy their presence.  That it is not very often one can be so up close and personal with a member of our Earth family such as the coyote.  My offering was the question, what is the metaphysical significance of a coyote in your backyard? I always thought of the crow as a symbol of the third eye.  Maybe because I read and watch too much Game of Thrones.  I think of the Alfred Hitchcock film too The Birds.  This is a film where the birds turn literally into a murder of crows and start attacking people.  This has not happened yet in my neighborhood but I do wonder, what are they saying to me? Black is a symbol of spirituality.  Black is said to be the absence of all colors.  Like a black hole swallowi

Thanksgiving.  The long journey across the ocean.  Retching.  Sickness.  Escape from the tyranny.  It's why I am here on this continent.  Thank you.  There was a feast too with the natives.  Just like we learned about in grade school.  The Pilgrims and the Native Americans eating together.  History has taken many wild turns since Europeans first sailed across the ocean to America.  We can remember when we arrived that we had help from those that were already here.  They fed us and helped us to survive in the New World.  We can return to the days when we accepted each other’s comforts and help.  Those who were with the land and those that came to a new land.  Those that were here and those that eventually had other ideas like expansion.  Those differences, those objectives that were not the same, could not be mended at the time.  So different in world view, and those that wanted to claim did so with technology and betrayal.   Today in this wondrous universe I find mysel

The vegan lifestyle.  What is inspired?  The introduction to Carlos Santana's autobiography is.  A plant-based diet.  Someone said today, after I had described to her what I was eating, that this diet I have been partaking in has a lot of starches.  This may be true.  Perhaps I do need to incorporate more plain-old-vegetables into what I put in my mouth.  Smoothies.  This requires a blender which I don't have.  So I eat a banana.  I eat a banana.  It is so easy.  One just pulls it off the tree when it's ready.  First it must be shipped and then I can go to the store and buy it!  There's a lot to a banana.  Bananas have a lot of starch too! I swam today.  Just enough to get a workout.  I got my swim in.  I swam, I swum.  I pulled myself through the water from one end of the pool to the other.  I don't do that neat flip and push I just grab the side of the pool and push off.  Not fancy.  The flip and push scares me.  I need to overcome that fear and become a "r

As per usual I have no set topic.  I thought of writing about Reiki.  Sometimes I pick up snippets of things to write about during my day from something I saw or heard or more usual, from something someone said whom I know.  But I do not write these comments down.  Maybe I need to speak up and say them in the moment when I think of them. There is the cutest tiny double stack of guitar amplifiers in front of me.  I am at my usual tea and coffee shop and jazz will begin soon.  Yes. I have been drawing lately.  It is nice to really see someone's features.  It is fun to watch people too. So if I were to write about Reiki I would write this: Reiki is universal light energy.  It is in you but it also flows through you effortlessly.  One simply taps into it.  It happens all the time.  We tune into energy all the time.  With Reiki it is tuning into this energy for healing.  That is the intention.  I can think of Reiki and let it flow through me.  I feel it moving around in my body. 

I am here with my chai tea.  Chess people are near by.  Music snaps and syncopates in the background.  Nervous legs creaking chairs.  Talk of end game.  The end is not neigh.  I do not think I have a specific goal for this entry.  I am inspired by Golden Christed Dragons though.  I was tired and sort of napping but I got out of da house to come here to "my" coffee and tea house to write.  That was my intention but I just happened to know there was chess going on.  Maybe I will get in a game. As my whole being fully arrives I settle in.  And I give thanks.  Thank you all for being here with me!  What a journey this is here on Earth.  I continually am inspired.  There are the bouts of depression.  Yes, they are there.  I continue to be with that and also to reach out and swim and read and find things in me that inspire.  Kryon helps!  Art helps!!  Everyone helps!!!  Work helps!!!  Improv games help.  At least the thought of them.  I have not played in years.  I was thinking w

Here I am.  And I am whole.  Like a whole piece of pie, not one component missing.  That's a lot.  That means that all of me, including that which is unseen, is right here.  All my, so to speak, past lives, potential futures, lives, all of it right now- no past, no future.  Here I am typing in a tea and such shop, my usual.  Students.  Chat.  It is quite lively tonight.  No music just chatter. To be all here is quite an accomplishment.  Maybe it is only in theory.  The voice in my head says no, I am all here, tapped into my Akash.  The Akash is the storehouse of everything that has been you, everything in the entire universe.  Like a huge multidimensional library but it is each of our lives, all the events, here on Earth.  I am sure there are other Akash's for other planets and universes. It is this universe and moment that matters right now. The whales they are with me when I swim.  Sometimes I tap into them.  Weird, huh?  Well, the whales are like an Akash for the Earth

I learned something today.  Charlie Hunter resides in Greensboro!  He is a great, world-renown jazz guitarist.  He plays a special guitar in that there are bass strings built into it.  So he plays the bass line and the guitar chords at the same time.  It has been years since I have seen him but I saw a sign on a marquee, or perhaps in one of the local newspapers, about him playing.  I missed the show, The Voodoo Orchestra, I believe it was called, but there is more to come with him living here.  He does tour quite a bit, but this is good news with him living here.  This, in addition to the jazz folks here at UNC Greensboro, has renewed my love for jazz.  It is wondrous to think that one man can play two instruments at once.  Not unheard of, guitar and harmonica (Bob Dylan), drums and didgeridoo ( Xavier Rudd), bass guitar and vocals (Sting), drums and vocals (Neil Peart); I once saw the Dave Mathews Band saxophone player play two saxophones simultaneously.  I would love to hear Charl

I am at my favorite coffee shop so far in Greensboro.  There are many others but this one is close.  Tonight it is full of college students.  I am guessing that is because there is a live jazz band here and also because UNC Greensboro is on its doorstep.  They are really into it! Clapping after solos, laughing and cheering at the jazz language being exchanged between the players.  It reminds me of my college days when I was a jazz major.  I was a jazz drummer.  The drummer tonight has a quint-essential four piece Gretsch jazz kit with about a 16" bass drum.  The trumpeter is wailing, the guitarist slides up and down the neck with easing grace and the bass player bops along.  Other players wait in the back ranks to play.  There is a nice energy here. This is the second time tonight I have heard live jazz.  The first was at the once a year non-profit consortium at the downtown museum.  Some of my Americorps friends were there as well as my Peacehaven friends who invited me. Toda