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Lost Friend – Lloyd Skelton
I wrote this awhile ago, but have been thinking about the past, where I have come from, how I got here, and the help along the way. This memorial will be as much about Lloyd as what I have taken away from this event. I first had the privilege to meet Lloyd in 1994 when…
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Zen Questions
Reading “Zen Questions – Zazen, Dogen, and the Spirit of Creative Inquiry”, looking for answers to the questions both visible and hidden in my consciousness.
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Settled
Certain experiences, that reach beyond here, both in positive and negatives states of being, come back and provide more particles of thought and consciousness to ourselves. Moving forward, these provide a sharper awareness of ourselves and the surroundings, while providing a grounding of sorts, and appreciation of our place, and how we arrived here.
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Peace
Peace exists somewhere out there, beyond our limited understanding, and sometimes, our capability. For when emotion is allowed into the equation, all results are skewed, and an answer, becomes elusive at best. A side is chosen that feels best for ourselves, and the other side is ignored, shunned, cast aside. Regardless of the other sides…
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Beyond
When I look beyond this space I am confined within physically, I close my eyes and move myself outside of here. Looking back at where I was, where I came from, processes the experience, but leaves the emotions behind.
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January, 2012
In this year of pending changes, collectively, spiritually, and individually, it seems that nature has chosen to make a statement. Weather has been far form normal it most places across the US. I believe 2012 is the year of awakening. Of grand inner growth and awareness of what is outside, the world in which we…
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Sense
Through images and words, the grains of fractured sand held in the open hand become a world and a universe. What that existence entails is a decision to be made, and the act of not making a decision, grants power to another system or process, and that choice has to be lived with. Who better…
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Coming Back
When I pass from this life, this present reality, and it is my time to return, it is here, this land, this space I will make home within. Beneath the canopy of naked limbs and the crisp blue background, I will wander for the rest of time.
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Calling
Lake Superior is calling form beneath greyed and washed out sky, the struggle of winter to take the reins of season from autumn.
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January 2012
Early January is not what we remember, nor what we mentally prepared for. October and November clenched dark days and long nights. What snow had fallen, already a distant memory. Earth caught in a transition, a seasonal purgatory as melting snow gives way to the air of spring.