Just this

To see the full screen, look here. I can't see the full screen above. Can anyone else?

Just this is enough.

"Prayer and love are learned in the hour when prayer becomes impossible and the heart has turned to stone."
— Thomas Merton

Experiments in truth

After my previous two posts today, I cannot say that I have no complaint about the way things are as I follow this story.

When it is someone else hurting, I cannot say, "Thank you for everything.  I have no complaint whatsoever."

I learned something today.

Every 10 years or so

While working on my previous post, I heard a tiny odd sound coming from the kitchen. Not very loud. Nothing scary. I was concentrating on finishing the post. I've heard several subtle unidentifiable sounds lately. As recently as last night, I was concerned that there might be water coming through the ceiling from the condominium above me. When I checked where water had come through before, I didn't see anything, and the sound stopped.

A year ago, I called a plumber to look at my water heater, thinking I might need a new one. The plumber drained it and said it should last a few more years. It was 10 years old. My last water heater lasted for much longer than that but did get to the point where it started leaking and caused some water damage. I thought I had done the footwork so that that would not happen again.

Yep. It was the water heater that I heard, and water was slowing draining onto my kitchen floor.

Fortunately, I did not have to call a plumber but was able to get help from the maintenance man from the property management company that our condominium association works with. Everything will be back to normal by tomorrow.

It's good I decided to just take it easy and stay home this morning.

Now I know this, too.

"Thank you for everything. I have no complaint whatsoever."

Really.

The view from here

I listened carefully to the set list and made up my own mind. As the Zen master Sono, a woman, taught, "Thank you for everything. I have no complaint whatsoever."

"Call me any name you like / I will never deny it." (Bob Dylan, lyrics from "Farewell Angelina")

"That beauty and desolation hold hands and walk together through our lives in a truly amazing dance."
(Beth, from Alive On All Channels)

"Gift of April"

Look here for Kayoko Designs. A old friend told me about talking with Kayoko and Nori at a fair in the coast hills above San Francisco Bay, buying some of Kayoko's lovely jewelry and hearing Nori's acoustic guitar music on a CD at their booth. My friend sent me two of Nori's CDs, "Gift of April"(2010) and "Pathway in my Dream" (2002). I wish you could hear Nori's music. It is what I've been listening to more than anything else since receiving the CDs some time ago. Just found their website this evening. Maybe those of you in California will see them at a fair sometime.

Coming out of the fog

Dao De Jing

Thanks to Something Beautiful for the link to the Feminine Tao.

Not sure where I'm going with this, but I felt like painting this week although I have not been feeling well otherwise. It might be finished. It might not.

Also am astounded to have been able purchase this tiny Sea book, made by Suze Rotolo, from Medialia Gallery in New York City:

Flying through the fog meditation