Friday, February 27, 2009


Our revels now are ended. These our actors,
As I foretold you, were all spirits, and
Are melted into air, into thin air:
And, like the baseless fabric of this vision,
The cloud-capp’d towers, the gorgeous palaces,
The solemn temples, the great globe itself,
Yea, all which it inherit, shall dissolve,
And, like this insubstantial pageant faded,
Leave not a rack behind. We are such stuff
As dreams are made on; and our little life
Is rounded with a sleep.

-William Shakespeare

winter sage


The next message you need is always right where you are.

-Ram Dass

Wednesday, February 25, 2009

'sky' light

Tuesday, February 24, 2009


Monday, February 23, 2009


"Things that are too wonderous for you do not seek out;
and what is concealed from you do not investigate.
To that which has been committed to you, attend;
for there is nothing of your concern in hidden things.
About that which is beyond you, do not grow bitter;
more than enough for you, you have been made to see."

Ben Sirach 3:21-23


Wednesday, February 18, 2009

fine tuning

We must continuously fine-tune our bearings.

-Merle and Mavis Fossum

Monday, February 16, 2009

The National Cathedral


How much more grievous are the consequences of anger than the causes of it.

-Marcus Aurelius

Thursday, February 12, 2009


Wednesday, February 11, 2009

What $23.96 will buy you?

a project from Blue Dragonfly Girl


"let me in the sound"


Khyentse Yangsi Rinpoche

Tuesday, February 10, 2009


Ego is the absence of true knowledge of who we really are, together with its result: a doomed clutching on, at all costs, to a cobbled together and makeshift image of ourselves, an inevitably chameleon charlatan self that keeps changing, and has to, to keep alive the fiction of its existence.

another glimpse

Saturday, February 07, 2009


Catastrophe is the essence of the spiritual path, a series of breakdowns allowing us to discover the threads that weave all of life into a whole cloth.

-Joan Halifax

kitchen sink


The Essential Nature of Mind

No words can describe it
No example can point to it
Samsara does not make it worse
Nirvana does not make it better
It has never been born
It has never ceased
It has never been liberated
It has never been deluded
It has never existed
It has never been nonexistent
It has no limits at all
It does not fall into any kind of category.

-Dudjom Rinpoche

Wednesday, February 04, 2009