About Me
- Name: Joan
- Location: Suburban Minneapolis, MN
Retired, I'm living with medical challenges. I am focussed on continuing my personal growth and savoring the moment. Personality type: INTJ
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- Hoarded Ordinaries
- Daily Zen Meditation
- Journal of A Writing Man
- Conscious-Living Poetry
- A Mindful Life
- Slow Reads
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- Older and Growing
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- Kitchen Logic
- Via Negativa
- Velveteen Rabbi
- Onionboy
- Beneath Buddha's Eyes
- London and the North
- Heart at Work
- Soul Food Cafe
- Whiskey River
- Animated Stardust
- Nomen est Numen
- A Life in Wales
- Zen Chick
- Sharp Sand
- Bird on the Moon
- Stepping Stones
- The Wondering Jew
- Musings of an Amateur Diva
- Kalilily Time
- Funny the World
- Edit-Me
- Edit-Me
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Friday, March 25, 2005
It's A Good Friday
Be interested in yourself beyond all experience, be with yourself, love yourself; the ultimate security is found only in self-knowledge. Be honest with yourself and nothing will betray you.
-- Nisargadatta Maharaj
This afternoon I grabbed my walker and did a tour of the condominium complex. We're starting a warming-up period here in Minneapolis, today being 42 degrees and sunny. It was a bit blustery, however, so I did not linger or stop to sit in the sun. Usually my body directs my gaze downward, but today I stopped to examine the trees for buds. Sure enough, the first tiny bud-bulges are everywhere. I smiled, glad to see proof that Nature goes on, despite the chaos human beings are causing in the world.
Inside again, I reflected on the awful, still-remembered, Good Friday experiences of my childhood. Raised in a fundamentalist Lutheran church, it was a given that one must attend a service from 12:00 p.m. to 3:00 p.m. Three hours in a darkened church hearing long dirge-like hymns interspersed with words of pain and agony.
I am glad to be the adult here and now, rather than the child there and then.
For too many years, well into adulthood, I lived in a world where every thought, feeling and behavior was instantly recognizable as "black" or "white". "Black" predominated.
In my current life of mindfulness and gratitude, almost everything is "gray". And Truth exists within myself, in the moment, an integral part of the Universe.
-- Nisargadatta Maharaj
This afternoon I grabbed my walker and did a tour of the condominium complex. We're starting a warming-up period here in Minneapolis, today being 42 degrees and sunny. It was a bit blustery, however, so I did not linger or stop to sit in the sun. Usually my body directs my gaze downward, but today I stopped to examine the trees for buds. Sure enough, the first tiny bud-bulges are everywhere. I smiled, glad to see proof that Nature goes on, despite the chaos human beings are causing in the world.
Inside again, I reflected on the awful, still-remembered, Good Friday experiences of my childhood. Raised in a fundamentalist Lutheran church, it was a given that one must attend a service from 12:00 p.m. to 3:00 p.m. Three hours in a darkened church hearing long dirge-like hymns interspersed with words of pain and agony.
I am glad to be the adult here and now, rather than the child there and then.
For too many years, well into adulthood, I lived in a world where every thought, feeling and behavior was instantly recognizable as "black" or "white". "Black" predominated.
In my current life of mindfulness and gratitude, almost everything is "gray". And Truth exists within myself, in the moment, an integral part of the Universe.