Keep it simple, silly

Wednesday, July 20, 2005

Nine months. Nine months ago I was walking along a windswept Santa Monica beach wondering what I was doing, where I was going and why I had left my home in Australia. Nine months ago, somewhere, a new life was conceived. Now the time has come for the birth.

Tomorrow is a very significant day on the Hindu calendar: Guru Poornima, the day they all celebrate their spiritual teachers. At the ashram where I’m staying, we’ll be celebrating Swami Satchidananda. Although, as this is an ecumenical place, there’ll undoubtedly be a few other celebrations going on as well.

There is so much to celebrate, after all. Every breathing moment is a spiritual teacher, another opportunity to approach the source. Life is the greatest spiritual teacher anyone could ask for, and everything in it is a part of that lesson. It’s a beautiful thing.

So tomorrow, just like a newborn child, I celebrate life. Tomorrow and today and every single moment that I remember how grateful I am for everything I have, for all I’ve been given. Though all I own zips into a backpack, the gifts that I carry are countless.

The last time I wrote was in San Miguel de Allende, among the cobblestoned streets and fireworks and sane disorder. One of the last things I did there was run a workshop on The Work, with 14 participants and two wonderful ‘staff’. It was a success in so many ways and I can only anticipate the next opportunity to share in such a way. From there to Mexico City, where friends continue to flourish and where, it seems, anything is possible. My last two nights in Mexico City were spent in gated communities, in huge houses where hired staff do much of the work. The following night I found myself in a crack house down a back alley in San Luis Potosi. It was so incredibly vibrant, with dozens of young people visiting deep into the evening, all wanting to know, “Why are you here?” and each apparently in possession of the same English phrase: “Suck dick!” It was hilarious.

I was on my way to a Solstice event in New Mexico, where I got to wear a turban, eat Tantra Burgers and stir up some Kundalini. For three days, over a thousand of us sat in long lines facing one another, chanting and doing synchronic exercises with our hands. It was tough. And it filled me with an energy that sent me spinning off like a top, taking me on a journey of 15 states in less than three weeks.

New Mexico, Texas, Oklahoma, Arkansas, Tennessee (Graceland and Nashville), Kentucky, West Virginia. Stop for a few days at the Rainbow Gathering there. Meet new people, see many versions of me: who I was, who I could have been, who I could be, who I never want to be. Move on through Virginia to Maryland, where I stopped for a couple of nights just north of DC to catch my breath with a special friend I met at the gathering. Then Delaware, Pennsylvania, New Jersey, Ohio, Indiana, Illinois. Chicago, to deliver a car and see a friend who wasn’t really there – just like me. One night in the car, one in a fancy hotel, one at her friend’s place, and the ultimate one at Fat Johnny’s Last Resort Hostel. A fitting finale for a frazzled mind.

They say never travel faster than your soul can keep up, and somewhere between San Luis Potosi and Chicago it got left behind. I’m waiting here at Yogaville for it to return, in an envelope marked, ‘Not at this address. Return to sender.’ Last word I had was that it was due to arrive on Guru Poornima. Happy birth day! What better reason to celebrate?


Blogger 'Thought & Humor' said...

We work like a horse.
We eat like a pig.
We like to play chicken.
You can get someone's goat.
We can be as slippery as a snake.
We get dog tired.
We can be as quiet as a mouse.
We can be as quick as a cat.
Some of us are as strong as an ox.
People try to buffalo others.
Some are as ugly as a toad.
We can be as gentle as a lamb.
Sometimes we are as happy as a lark.
Some of us drink like a fish.
We can be as proud as a peacock.
A few of us are as hairy as a gorilla.
You can get a frog in your throat.
We can be a lone wolf.
But I'm having a whale of a time!

You have a riveting web log
and undoubtedly must have
atypical & quiescent potential
for your intended readership.
May I suggest that you do
everything in your power to
honor your encyclopedic/omniscient
Designer/Architect as well
as your revering audience.

Please remember to never
restrict anyone's opportunities
for ascertaining uninterrupted
existence for their quintessence.

There is a time for everything,
a season for every activity
under heaven. A time to be
born and a time to die. A
time to plant and a time to
harvest. A time to kill and
a time to heal. A time to
tear down and a time to
rebuild. A time to cry and
a time to laugh. A time to
grieve and a time to dance.
A time to scatter stones
and a time to gather stones.
A time to embrace and a
time to turn away. A time to
search and a time to lose. A
time to keep and a time to
throw away. A time to tear
and a time to mend. A time
to be quiet and a time to
speak up. A time to love
and a time to hate. A time
for war and a time for peace.

Best wishes for continued ascendancy,

P.S. One thing of which I am sure is
that the common culture of my youth
is gone for good. It was hollowed out
by the rise of ethnic "identity politics,"
then splintered beyond hope of repair
by the emergence of the web-based
technologies that so maximized and
facilitated cultural choice as to make
the broad-based offerings of the old
mass media look bland and unchallenging
by comparison."

'Thought & Humor' by Howdy
CyberHumor, CyberThought
CyberRiddles for your divertissement!!!

9:39 pm, July 25, 2005


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