If you mindfully try to tune into mind,
you will definitely be unable to tune in.
—Foyan (1067-1120)
I no longer care that my dishwasher has been broken since Jan. 18.
What you must do is live in harmony with it.—Ibid
I am at peace, even though the extended warranty company is unable find anyone to fix my dishwasher.
If you say you are in tune with the ancients,
the ancients are gone.--Ibid
I will not bother customer no-service again, even if it doesn’t get repaired until summer.
Now tell me, what is the source of mind,
to which one tunes in on one’s own?—Ibid.
There is no reason to have a super quiet, energy efficient Jenn Air dishwasher operational in this house.
You have to tune in with mindless mind.—Ibid.
There is no reason for a dishwasher when the entire septic system, from where it exits the house in a six inch cast iron pipe, through the large holding tank, including the lift station pump and floats, and the leach field is one solid block of ice that will not thaw out until the Fourth of July.
Make me one with everything.
—Zen Buddhist to the hot dog stand guy.
Well, perhaps not with the septic system.
Nor with the red pail in which I pee.
Nor the half a pizza and four oatmeal cookies I ate tonight just for spite,
although that might come to be.
Nor with the red pail in which I pee.
Nor the half a pizza and four oatmeal cookies I ate tonight just for spite,
although that might come to be.
As soon as there is an affirmation,
then there is a denial—Foyan
Photo taken at the Longmen Grottoes in Luoyang, China, site of more than 2100 niches portraying more than 100,000 statues, most of which are of Buddha. the site is on the US World Heritage List. |
(Anyone who lives south of 33° N latitude is encouraged to invite Gullible to be their house guest for the duration.)
What the heck. A busted femur, sprained neck, and a wee little concussion can’t stop the Gull from bringing you the very latest scuttlebutt from the Land of Medicare. So here it is, live from Bloggerville.
No sir, Gully chose a more mundane method of achieving the same result. Or near the same result. She ain’t croaked yet, boys and girls, and fellow bloggers, even though she looks like she went bungee jumping from the fourth floor without the bungee.
So, here’s the full report from Gully about how much ice skating has changed since she was a kid:
1. It’s freaking cold there on the lake with the wind blowing. Too bad that old boiler of a volcano across Cook Inlet couldn’t belch a cloud of steam and warm things up a bit.
2. It took her longer to get dressed to go skating than she actually skated, and she was so totally color coordinated until she put on a red neoprene face mask.
3. Ice skates aren’t made for feet with bunions.
4. Snow-covered drifts on ice are just like runaway truck off ramps in that they bring your to a quick halt.
And, finally,
6. There isn’t anything quite like being on a vast, frozen lake ringed with mountains, in the middle of the afternoon with the sun finally parting with a couple degrees of warmth, while up above a still visible waxing moon punctuates an impossibly blue sky. Or is it a waning moon? Well, it’s a moon.
And that’s it from Gullible’s world today, fellow bloggers. Tune in tomorrow when we’ll chat with Gully about her plan to take up alpine skiing again.