Friday, November 10, 2006
Another Gorgeous Day...
....as if it were Spring or Early Summer...sunny, cool and warm at the same time...just beautiful...a gift....wrapped in global warming...ah well...much like everything else on this human plane of ours: contradictory in nature....something to be sad and glad about at the same time...like the latest poiltical developments in this great land of ours: after the Tuesday elections, the Democratic Party has gained control of both the US House and Senate, for the first time in over a decade.... giving heft to the notion that President George Bush has made a lot of people angry and upset over the country's various problems, not the least of which is of course the war in Iraq...so, "our side" is in the ascendency once more and the reason i say it is both a happy and sad thing is that, if history is any sort of teacher, it has taught us that no matter which party is in control, human world events seem most often very much out of our control. no matter how hard we strive to make it otherwise...SO...in days to come, you can expect the Democrats to take all the hits that the Republicans are now taking...it may take a Presidential term or two, but one day, as the pendulum swings, the Republicans will be back in control, and they will be blaming their opposites for all the ills of the planet...and so it goes...nothing ever really seems to change , in the way of the human dance of life....we dance and dance and it is always awful and always gorgeous and always hopeless and always hopeful...and that brings me back to the deep wisdoms of Buddhism.
Paul and Steve are once more out on the West Coast, visiting San Francisco and scouting out possible houess to buy. They are looking for a two- family house, so that Peter and I can share the place with them , if and when we decide to make the move out there as well. This seems so impossible to conceive of at the moment, but in the rare moment of clarity, it also seems like the next great life adventure.....moving to San Francisco...I mean, truly, why not? Once again, my Personal History has taught me that anything is possible. That, in fact, even the most impossible things turn out to be true. So, since Peter and I love San Francisco and its surroundings, and since NYC holds so little charm for either of us these days with its noise and dirt and crowds , we have begun to talk about what it would be like to live by the other ocean!
And , somehow, the notion of West Coast living seems more consistent with pursuing deeper Buddhist studies. Perhaps that is because along with the idea of moving to the West Coast comes the notion of letting go of all that has been heretofore familiar in my over-worked, busy and concerned life...that to move away from here means to move away from all that...to move toward the vast Pacific means moving literally toward Peace...and I connect leaving here with leaving the tangle of all that has concerned me up to this point in my life: show business, teaching , pushing to get where I want to go, singing for my supper (so to speak)...obligations and ought-to's...better-hads and if-you-don't's....moving West may mean to me moving well.
If I stop to consider, I do think that is in my mix of thoughts as I consider a move. Wellness.
Escape? Why not?
Meanwhile, D.C.is a Democratic town once again, and i can only imagine the high spirits filling the Foggy Bottom....now, if those energies can translate or transmute into actual compassionate action, we will have voted well.
Paul and Steve are once more out on the West Coast, visiting San Francisco and scouting out possible houess to buy. They are looking for a two- family house, so that Peter and I can share the place with them , if and when we decide to make the move out there as well. This seems so impossible to conceive of at the moment, but in the rare moment of clarity, it also seems like the next great life adventure.....moving to San Francisco...I mean, truly, why not? Once again, my Personal History has taught me that anything is possible. That, in fact, even the most impossible things turn out to be true. So, since Peter and I love San Francisco and its surroundings, and since NYC holds so little charm for either of us these days with its noise and dirt and crowds , we have begun to talk about what it would be like to live by the other ocean!
And , somehow, the notion of West Coast living seems more consistent with pursuing deeper Buddhist studies. Perhaps that is because along with the idea of moving to the West Coast comes the notion of letting go of all that has been heretofore familiar in my over-worked, busy and concerned life...that to move away from here means to move away from all that...to move toward the vast Pacific means moving literally toward Peace...and I connect leaving here with leaving the tangle of all that has concerned me up to this point in my life: show business, teaching , pushing to get where I want to go, singing for my supper (so to speak)...obligations and ought-to's...better-hads and if-you-don't's....moving West may mean to me moving well.
If I stop to consider, I do think that is in my mix of thoughts as I consider a move. Wellness.
Escape? Why not?
Meanwhile, D.C.is a Democratic town once again, and i can only imagine the high spirits filling the Foggy Bottom....now, if those energies can translate or transmute into actual compassionate action, we will have voted well.
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