The living painting outside our windows has changed quite a bit while I was away: it’s growing a huge new building. But there’s growth on the inside, too. Nature, a tiny herb garden, making its way out of the dark towards the sunlight. (at 680M)
Hurrying through JFK, noticing this - and then slowly the fact that planes will always be late, we will always get home, and my stress doesn’t have anything to do with it. Before I could even start to worry, I had a ticket in my hand for a new connecting flight and things had taken care of themselves. It’s all good. I’ve probably never been this calm. Finland was good. You guys are so good. Thank you. (at John F. Kennedy International Airport)
For people who enter the inner world, the world of inquiry, jobs become secondary.
Your job is not about making money, or working with people, or getting respect, or having security. It’s a place for you to judge, inquire, and know yourself.
Everything—every man, woman, and child, every tree, every stone, every hurricane, every war—is about your freedom. Jobs come and go, companies and nations rise and fall, and you’re not dependent on that.
Freedom is what we all want; it’s what we already are. And once you understand, you can be as excellent, as creative as you like in your job, you can give all your energy to it, because there’s no longer any possibility of failure.
You realize that the worst that can happen is a thought.
I know what it is to enter heaven and not look back, and I know the arrogance of thinking that people need to be saved.
If I can walk into the light, so can you. You can’t help us with your words: “There it is, over there. Follow me.” No. You do it first, then we’ll follow. This savior thing is lethal.
I don’t ever see myself as a “spiritual teacher.” Of course, you can use me by asking me a question. I answer you, you hear what you think I say, and you set yourself free (or not).
I am your projection.
I am, for you, no more and no less than your story of me.
Can you believe 1995 was almost 20 years ago? I remember two things from this day: because it was dad’s 50th birthday, he got a goldfish in a bowl (which our cat liked to play with, and which died shortly in mysterious circumstances)… and that he received a telegram (!?) from the president, now Nobel Peace Prize winner Martti Ahtisaari, to wish him happy birthday. #tbt
This is a road I know better than any other road in the world, and it leads to a place that’s as old as I am. It’s a place of instant grounding and peace. I’ve been away for over a year and missed it so much it hurt, much more than I dared to admit. After a few days of receiving everything the place has to give, I feel light, like a new being, connected to my deepest wishes and craziest ideas. So I made a promise to myself to come back more often, and when next year arrives, to return here to work on one of those crazy big ideas.
This, then, was one of my themes for Dune: Don’t give over all of your critical faculties to people in power, no matter how admirable those people may appear to be.
Beneath the hero’s facade you will find a human being who makes human mistakes. Enormous problems arise when human mistakes are made on the grand scale available to a superhero. And sometimes you run into another problem.
It is demonstrable that power structures tend to attract people who want power for the sake of power and that a significant proportion of such people are imbalanced – in a word, insane.
That was the beginning. Heroes are painful, superheroes are a catastrophe. The mistakes of superheroes involve too many of us in disaster.
New favorite temporary office found (at Cafe Kokko)
Sauna & swimming in a very Finnish city setting (at Kulttuurisauna / Culture Sauna)
This. For the next week or so. (at Kos, Grèce)
Misty sunrise sending us off to vacation in Greece (at Helsinki Airport)
If you are a writer, or want to be a writer, this is how you spend your days — listening, observing, storing things away, making your isolation pay off.
You take home all you’ve taken in, all that you’ve overheard, and you turn it into gold. (Or at least you try.)
Anne Lamott, Bird by Bird
Slow Saturday: time to read Harry Potter in bed, make paleo pancakes with coconut ice cream and berry puree for late breakfast and watch Orange is the New Black. Then, gradually, get ready for dinner with friends. Life is Good. (at 680M)