January 2010
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My Whole Expanse I Cannot See… » Sometimes all he... →
This passage from Michael Phillips’ blog reminds me of how I sometimes feel about Mike. It’s very beautiful to hear such a compassionate description of the holographic experience we have of loving.
A letter to you
I wrote this letter to a dear friend, and today I read it again and am moved to share it with you. It seems I was speaking to all of us. When I say “you” here, it does not remain in the single original recipient of this letter. I love you.
Dear [Love], I’m wondering, does the suffering (shame) seem to serve you? May I invite you to drop it, and to trust in your - and in...
The sychronicity has been so constant I'd begun to...
The synchronicity has been so constant I’d begun to take it for granted.
The song playing on the Wade Morissette site is a case in point.
In every Joni Mitchell song I hear.
In the Diamond Experience.
The paragraph I read in The Science of Getting Rich today.
The pages I read in The Science of Mind today.
The conversation I had with my friends last night.
The article I read on...
What is the most honest thing I can write right now? What would it be to trust my words to come out of me, inspired, not thought up, not purposeful in that they don’t have to look one way or the other but just to let them slice right into this moment?
My left side already doesn’t know about this. An ache in my … what is that … shoulder blade? Another one creeping into the...
I’m tired of people looking toward me to see what peace is all about when I’m as fucked up and uneasy and miserable as anyone else. Okay well, maybe not all the time. But right in this moment, don’t take a lick of advice from me. Don’t look at me as a model of anything.
Has me writing.
yes. composing, like joni mitchell did this song.
like the Formless Thinking Stuff did when it threw into existence this system of planets, tiny like specs of dust, like gnats, like perfectly ordered seeds on the wind, pulled close to one sun, one tiny, tiny speck of light
and yet it seems to be grand, a seemingly other face, but now i know i see him as inseparable from me. we are one being not...
Just Like Cleaning the Floors Blues
It’s a vague pressure, but persistent nonetheless, that says some muffled statement, indicating that “I” should have some worry over money. It has my thoughts say, “I’m worried about money.” I don’t really know why.
This weekend I cleaned my floors. I’ve been noticing dust building up for a few weeks and finally really wanted the floors clean. I...
in my bed
not very interested in getting out of bed but am interested in eating. hmmmm. and somehow there has to be cooking in-between. it feels chilly in here with the blinds open and the pouring rain on the roof and i wonder how long that banana i just ate will carry me?
what am I doing up?
What am I doing up?
I’m reveling in love. I ask for it and its right there. The Lord is so generous when that’s at the top of our list.
Loved my dinner (even though of course now, at almost 2, I feel hungry).
Loved my company. By beloved friend sharing with me how open his heart is. And it’s palpable and peaceful. So beautiful.
And the band fulfilled every twinkling of desire...
first lines out of my fingers
mourn me now, world.
what use is there in waiting?
the earth may quake and cover me
or you’ll eventually put my ashes in soup
and all my children will drink of me
or wear me in glass vials, blown
like hippie pipes,
around their necks.
But I have not gone.
We might panic.
Some might even tear at their hair.
What would Mike think & who’s
gonna tell him anyway?
I’ll...
The non-duality of me
You ever have one of those perfect conversations? You know, where an absolutely brilliant thought arises and you try to catch it, try to write it down … oh man, let’s see if I can get some of it here.
So we were talking about these very passionate and also very limited relationships. And she said, “They feel very passionately about you,” and I said, first of all,...
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so in love with you it makes tears sprout in my eyes.
makes my stomach flip.
makes me tingle in my nether-places and my breathing deepen.
and in absolute unknowing of what or how to do anything, i flip over to Facebook and at the top of the page see my friend Annie’s post of one word:
Meditate.
All I need to do is quiet down. All I need arises...
I lay on the floor with my legs up the wall, resting, energizing, wondering if it would help my stomach ache, hopeful. I had the end of the movie, “The Shift,” playing in the room with me, and I listened to Dr. Dyer talking about the essential need to be of service, to be asking, “How can I serve,” and saying that that opens the channel to allow the Universe to respond in...
The big I recognizes itself.
I just stopped watching the beautiful movie, “The Shift,” saving some for tomorrow because it’s after 11 and I don’t want to stay up too late. Listening to my health. Since I’m still recovering from having some sickness. I want to rest. And I want to write.
And I want to read the book I drove across town in my pajamas tonight to buy.
Right now I’m hearing...
Sometimes the light's all shinin on meeeeeee
I remember walking down a road on Santorini with the guys I met there (and then whose place I stayed at in Atlanta for some Dead shows a few years later and we were assholes to them), and I was singing Truckin’. I said, “Sometimes the light’s all shinin on me/other times I can barely see …” and my dude said something about how the light should always be shining on me....
First Ryan song of 2010
Second song on Pandora (first was Greg Brown, The Train Carrying Jimmie Rodgers Home). Blue Hotel from the Follow the Lights EP. A fantastic recording, and the perfect song today. Let my synchronicity flow, in token line suggesting rhythm that will not forsake me, til my tale is told and done.
I will never forget the first time I heard that song played live. I sang along to the chorus. Go on and...