Performances

Posted Sunday, June 9th, 2019 @ 11:19 am by Kathryn
Categories: Buddhism, Journal, Quotes

“I think parents sometimes forget that kids are putting on performances all day, just acting like the people we think we are until, like, ten years from now when we figure out who that actually is.”

–Jake Burt, Greetings from Witness Protection

Except that, as my teacher pointed out, no one really knows after ten years either.

Wolves

Posted Saturday, June 8th, 2019 @ 12:50 am by Kathryn
Categories: Journal, Nature, Spirit

Wolves

When I die let the wolves enjoy my bones
When I die let me go
When I die let the wolves enjoy my bones
When I die let me go
When I die you can push me out to sea
When I die set me free
When I die let the sharks come ’round to feed
When I die set me free
Oh, the world is dark
And I’ve looked as far as I can see
When the years have torn me apart
Let me be
When I die let the flames devour me
When I die set me free
When I die throw my ashes to the breeze
When I die scuttle me
Oh, the world is dark
And I’ve looked as far as I can see
When the years have torn me apart
Let me be
Let me be
Let me be
Let me be
Daylight is waiting for you
Daylight is waiting for you
Daylight is waiting for you
Daylight is waiting for you
Daylight is waiting for you
Daylight is waiting for you
Daylight is waiting for you
Daylight is waiting for you

Down Like Silver

Just Breathe

Posted Friday, June 7th, 2019 @ 4:40 pm by Kathryn
Categories: Journal, Nature, Spirit

No one can find the rewind button, child. So, just breathe.

Just Breathe

Two AM and she calls me ’cause I’m still awake,
Can you help me unravel my latest mistake,
I don’t love him, winter just wasn’t my season
Yeah we walk through the doors, so accusing their eyes
Like they have any right at all to criticize, hypocrites,
You’re all here for the very same reason
‘Cause you can’t jump the track, we’re like cars on a cable
And life’s like an hourglass, glued to the table
No one can find the rewind button girl,
So cradle your head in you hands
And breathe, just breathe,
Whoa breathe, just breathe
May he turn twenty one on the base at Fort Bliss
Just today he sat down to the flask in his fist,
Ain’t been sober, since maybe October of last year.
Here in town you can tell he’s been down for a while,
But my God it’s so beautiful when the boy smiles,
Wanna hold him, maybe I’ll just sing about it.
‘Cause you can’t jump the track, we’re like cars on a cable,
And life’s like an hourglass, glued to the table.
No one can find the rewind button boys,
So cradle your head in your hands,
And breathe, just breathe,
Whoa breathe, just breathe
There’s a light at each end of this tunnel, you shout
But you’re just as far in as you’ll ever be out
These mistakes you’ve made, you’ll just make them again
If you only try turning around.
Two AM and I’m still awake, writing a song
If I get it all down on paper, its no longer
Inside of me, threatening the life it belongs to
And I feel like I’m naked in front of the crowd
‘Cause these words are my diary, screaming out loud
And I know that you’ll use them, however you want to
‘Cause you can’t jump the track, we’re like cars on a cable,
And life’s like an hourglass, glued to the table
No one can find the rewind button now
Sing it if you understand.
And breathe, just breathe
Whoa breathe, just breathe…

Anna Nalick

The Blue Hour

Posted Friday, June 7th, 2019 @ 1:59 pm by Kathryn
Categories: Journal, Nature, Recreation, Spirit

Leaving Target tonight, I was entranced by the evening sky. It was a rich Indigo blue, almost verging on navy. It was the shade of the not quite ripe night sky. Usually I see light blue skies, gray skies, or vivid optimistic blue skies. And when I looked later night had fallen. Usually when I think to look, the sky has transformed into black velvet. What I saw was the in between color. Funny how I’d never noticed it before. Or maybe I just don’t remember noticing it quite as vividly in an ordinary location. I know that I am often aware of beauty when I’m camping, but I miss the beauty of my mundane life.

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Joshua Tree National Park

Note to Myself

Posted Wednesday, June 5th, 2019 @ 9:40 am by Kathryn
Categories: Journal, Spirit
bleeding heart

Dear Me,

I’m writing you this note so you will remember… You just had a heartening, friendly, compassionate conversation with your neighbor who happened to be outside and called your name. It was 45 minutes of reciprocal connection. Notice how buoyant you feel. Remember how vital and alive your energy is right now, how you could ride this like a gentle rolling wave to carry you through the rest of today. You say you want to be a source of love for the world. It is as simple as pausing to say hello.

Love,
Yourself

In Relationship With the Truth

Posted Thursday, May 30th, 2019 @ 2:14 pm by Kathryn
Categories: Buddhism, Community, Journal, Quotes, Spirit

The dharma—understanding, peering into the nature of reality—is not specific to Buddhism. The dharma is truth. And the only choice we really have is whether to try to be in relationship with the truth or to live in ignorance. There are no other choices. You have to actively engage. How did I come to be? How do I think of myself? How did I get what I have? (I don’t mean your degrees.) Where did I come from? What land are we on? If it sounds like a lot of work, it is. All of us, in some way, have profited from our wrong knowing.

— angel Kyodo williams, Your Liberation is on the Line

Taking Stock

Posted Sunday, May 26th, 2019 @ 8:19 pm by Kathryn
Categories: Buddhism, Journal, Meditation, Quotes, Spirit

“Dharma practice is founded on resolve. This is not an emotional conversion, a devastating realization of the error of our ways, a desperate urge to be good, but an ongoing, heartfelt reflection on priorities, values, and purpose. We need to keep taking stock of our life in an unsentimental, uncompromising way.”

— Stephen Batchelor, Buddhism without Beliefs