|Bike/walk path through vast vineyards|
Monday, September 21, 2015
Saturday, September 19, 2015
|I looked at the statue and then I turned and looked at the sky...|
Timely article and a must read:
The Pope's Dark Night of the Soul
"The man or woman who consciously takes charge of his exile suffers a double loneliness," Bergoglio writes.
They are lonely amid the crowd, strangers in a strange land. But they also taste a spiritual loneliness, "the bitterness of solitude before God."
This isolation is felt most acutely in prayer, Bergoglio writes, when the exile sets himself apart from others -- in the quiet of a dark chapel, perhaps, before his brother Jesuits have awoken.
The exile also feels this isolation in prayer itself, when he contemplates the distance between his desires and God's plans.
Wednesday, September 16, 2015
Sunday, September 13, 2015
(My containers are chosen and with abundance while I continue to observe the current mass human migration. Having grown up in the San Francisco Bay Area, a very liberal point in the world and melting pot, I am not sure I would have understood intolerance and separation without so much world travel and living in a variety of countries and conditions. How to understand differences beyond a mental construct, my design appears to be to touch them. Do I grow or contract with this opportunity for capacity building? At least I have an approach and the freedom to shift containers if needed. My last container had an intolerable level of violence, so gratefully, I could step away.)
Day 6 Nador: longing with side reins, work in hand, flexions, 1/2 mounting. Made a mistake yesterday, so I see how careful I need to be.
Walking and running in the fields twice a day is wonderful. Enjoying working with part of the riding community and getting to examine my own evolution on the horse path. The work on the second book is continuing to weave in and out.
|Night water and feed|
Thursday, September 10, 2015
|(Photo from CNN: Private citizens in Hungary stop to offer food and water to the walking refugees.)|
I have visited Hungary on and off since 1987. I always sensed the different texture of ex-Eastern block European countries vs. a Western block European county. When I compare and contrast this to India, I see what a stress the sheer number of humans has on the environment. Hungarians still have farms and space, but they have the memory of war and a slowly encroaching government control.
Part of a recent news article:
They (a Serbian aid worker in Hungary) remember war.
"One day you are handing out aid, the next day you can be receiving it," a Serbian aid worker told me. "The starting point for any conversation or debate about helping and finding a solution needs to start with that notion. That this can be any one of us."
Compassion for the individuals in the human migration. The movement to a new country is only a step. Securing a place to live, work, and proper paperwork is only a part of what is to follow.
Day four Nador: longing with saddle, bridle, side reins, work in hand, poles on the ground, and starting to prepare for mounting.
Monday, September 7, 2015
"A self that goes on changing is a self that goes on living."
Nice quote sent to me. Sitting on a bench out in the garden, sun coming up, birds making morning noises, cup of coffee, new running shoes on ready for bounding around the neighborhood fields, dogs at my feet, and the adventure of life unfolding. Excited by the new horse. New projects already showing up, people to teach, horses to sell, and more.
|Contemplating the transition|
Nador: I begin the system of training him 4-6 times a day to engage his mind slowly and repetitively. He is very athletic, sensitive, and intelligent, so this system will probably suit him well. The footing and lack of fencing will also encourage a more systematic process to further reduce errors.
Day 1: brushing, longing, bridle, hand walk on the property.
Saturday, September 5, 2015
|Bodega Bay, California|
Intense lucid/dream experiences that without a doubt reverberate throughout my wake state. Thinning of the exterior scaffolding, but still able to function most of the time. I am constantly in awe of the mystery unfolding. The reflection from the outer world of the different place I live from internally is periodically tested and continues to gain ground as a state of being. The interaction in the outer world is the wave lapping onto the beach and then the return to the depth of the ocean. Spiritual teachings, stories, and insight from the various religions continue to support this transformation on a mental level. The wave of intense experiences feels like a call to India and a preparation for what transpires in the presence of the ashram. Then back out into the outer world to digest and find an equilibrium in the new awareness.
I constantly raise my hand to be a cave dweller, but it doesn't appear to be my design. The opportunity to travel and live in different countries is a privilege. Witnessing the day-to-day living, the vibration of each culture, and current affairs is fascinating. To observe the stream of refugees leaving Syria, traveling through Hungary, and finding their way to other countries for relief and hope. Who can blame them, but how to deal with the mass human migration?