"There is a path from me to you that I am constantly looking for."

A friend recently wrote me that she and her friends would read Rumi aloud in high school and laugh. Now, she says, Rumi invites pause, if you will.

I love him.

"Today, like every other day, we wake up emptyand frightened. Don't open the door to the studyand begin reading. Take down the dulcimer.
Let the beauty we love be what we do.There are hundreds of ways to kneel and kiss the ground."

Despair.com

For some reason, I find this terribly funny -- terribly being the operative word.

granola eating, birkenstock wearing hippie head

Been thinking about making homemade granola for Christmas presents...

Sophia

Recently heard this for the first time, and I thought of the incarnation of wisdom.

Ecclesiasticus 51:13-2213 While I was still young, before I went on my travels, I sought wisdom openly in my prayer. 14 Before the temple I asked for her, and I will search for her to the last. 15 From blossom to ripening grape my heart delighted in her; my foot entered upon the straight path; from my youth I followed her steps. 16 I inclined my ear a little and received her, and I found for myself much instruction. 17 I made progress therein; to her who gives wisdom I will give glory. 18 For I resolved to live according to wisdom, and I was zealous for the good; and I shall never be put to shame. 19 My soul grappled with wisdom, and in my conduct I was strict; I spread out my hands to the heavens, and lamented my ignorance of her. 20 I directed my soul to her, and through purification I found her. I gained understanding with her from the first, therefore I will not be forsaken. 21 My heart was stirred to seek her, therefore I have gained a good possession. 22 God gave me a tongue as my reward, and I will praise God with it. -- RSV

Hunger hurts...

Been thinking about how we sang this song to and from Sky-diving: Heath, Bri, Arwen, and I.

I saw Heath the other day in a show at the Attic. I brought a friend, and we laughed and laughed. I believe in laughter.

In the Summer We Eat Roses

A friend wrote this story, and here are a few lines I couldn't resist posting:

"In that room he builds the dreams he wants to remember."

"Just after their mother died Virge drove so fast the stars and trees tangled and the road opened up and part of his mind got caught on a hooked moon. Catch his eyes enough and it'll come back, smooth the starburst scars on his forehead, settle and stay."

"You'll talk and talk. When it's night we'll climb the hill to the abandoned cemetery and we'll sleep in the blue flowers and you'll wake up and tell me my dreams and I'll tell you yours. This is what I'll say: We live in a house, painted red with a wild jungle for a yard, it is a hot summer. You take your shirt off and I touch your back with my fingertips. I hold up a candy house like they have in stories and I bite it and you bite it. We eat and watch each other and we're married now. I hold up an apple, smoked soft and so sweet it makes you sick to smell. I break it with my hands and we each bite, in love now. I hold up a rose, fat as a basketball, and we eat. We eat rose petals 'till all that's left is a hard green nugget and all else is night around us and I look at you and see me and you look at me and see you."

Peace is every step

Yesterday, we celebrated Practicing Peace on campus. I sat on the lawn with the hippies, and they painted my face with red and brown colors.

I gave out this:

WALKING MEDITATION

Take my hand.

We will walk.

We will only walk.

We will enjoy our walk without thinking of arriving anywhere.

Walk peacefully.Walk happily.Our walk is a peace walk.Our walk is a happiness walk.

Then we learn that there is no peace walk;that peace is the walk;

that there is no happiness walk;that happiness is the walk.

We walk for ourselves.

We walk for everyonealways hand in hand.
Walk and touch peace every moment.

Walk and touch happiness every moment.

Each step brings a fresh breeze.

ach step makes a flower bloom under our feet.

Kiss the Earth with your feet.

Print on Earth your love and happiness.
Earth will be safewhen we feel in us enough safety.

Thich Nhat Hanh,Call Me by My True Names: The Collected Poems of Thich Nhat Hanh, Parallax Press, Berkeley, California, 1999, p. 194