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Tilting at Windmills: June 2012
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All language is a longing for home." - Rumi. The Book of Changes. The sky broke open the day I left home—my mom and I bound up my life in packing tape as the lights flickered and the storm grumbled overhead. We held up an umbrella against the blowing rain on the exposed Amtrak platform, hugged and kissed goodbye, and then I boarded the train alone. Have you lost track of which one you were on? The painted hills, Central Oregon. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). View my complete profile. Puerto Varas to Chiloé.
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Tilting at Windmills: Freedom=Licking Flamingoes
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All language is a longing for home." - Rumi. Clearly I am going to need to lick the flamingoes. Also, I am looking forward to learning all of the lyirics to Aladdin´s "A Whole New World" in Swedish and taking cheesy pictures of undescribable geology. April 13, 2011 at 10:34 AM. I love that game! Best board game ever. Well, thats obviously the climax of your South American adventure. Well have to play when you get home. April 21, 2011 at 8:27 AM. I guess I can say now tht I have friends in high places!
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Tilting at Windmills: November 2012
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All language is a longing for home." - Rumi. From Buddhist Psychology, again:. This evening I went running at dusk, through quiet neighborhoods that smelled crisp like winter and rich like the decay of autumn. For a moment, as I moved, I think I understood something, in a full-being way of ‘understanding,’ like pañña. This week I have playing with the ideas of equanimity and intimacy. For a long time I’ve had an instinctual aversion to the Buddhist idea of equanimity ( upekkha). As one of disengagement f...
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Tilting at Windmills: Starting a New Journal
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All language is a longing for home." - Rumi. Starting a New Journal. As I have written, my three-year old journal was stolen back in December. Mild tragedy. I bought a new one in a librería. So how do you start a new journal? By ruminating on the old one that was neatly and horribly stolen from me in the Puerto Montt bus terminal? By wondering how the hell it can be worth it to pour my soul and my secrets into something so impermanent? Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). View my complete profile. I have ...
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Tilting at Windmills: Employment
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All language is a longing for home." - Rumi. Do managers and business owners crumple their innumerable useless resumés with a wry chuckle? Maybe their laughter is maniacal. Maybe they actually eat. But then, when I started the engine of my car, this is what was coming out of the radio:. Maybe I can face the job market tomorrow. Reject me, I dare you. November 9, 2011 at 11:03 PM. Have you thought of being a nanny? Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). View my complete profile. Puerto Varas to Chiloé. This ...
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Tilting at Windmills: Five True Things
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All language is a longing for home." - Rumi. Last night I biked across the river and through the crisp fall night to Brookline, where I met my friend Liz for coffee and poetry. Liz had just listened to this podcast. In it, a young poetry teacher encourages her students to list five things that they know are true. You're not supposed to think about it too hard, just write the things that pop into your mind. It can be what you ate for breakfast, or how your fingertips feel. A autumn foliage in new england.
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Tilting at Windmills: The Camión
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All language is a longing for home." - Rumi. February 20, 2011 at 5:45 PM. Reminds me of riding in a weapons carrier over bumpy mountain roads in Japan back in 1947 with the Girl Scouts when we went from camp to the Fujia Hotel to swim. 25 miles each way on solid wood- -no springs. We sang songs to keep from minding the discomfort. Its good to have friends to share such experiences. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). View my complete profile. Puerto Varas to Chiloé. The Book of Changes. So I´ve lef...
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Tilting at Windmills: Still Here
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All language is a longing for home." - Rumi. It's been too long since I've written (sorry Grandma! Podcasts while scanning images of people's kidney stones. This is in addition to my internship with the Eugene Weekly. Of late I have written about flying squirrel populations in the Pacific Northwest. I drink too much coffee, but that's not new. I read, I sleep (sometimes), and I laugh - I've also been noticing absurdly beautiful atmospheric projections. January 16, 2012 at 6:40 PM. View my complete profile.
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Tilting at Windmills: Unexpected Bagpipes
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All language is a longing for home." - Rumi. So I just hitchhiked from northeastern Argentina to northwestern Argentina, and I'm bound for Bolivia in just two days. However, for this post to make sense, I must briefly revisit my Junior year of college in Minnesota and recount a brief story:. Passionately. The notes of the bagpipes rose bravely through the night. Lofty. Absurd. Almost-clashing. Epic. It was a little bit otherworldly, but it was human in a way that puts a pang in yo...At Wooster, bagpipes ...
