Thursday, March 31, 2011


quite understandable:

"where in the world is your sock, dude?
..let's chat."


Whole (yet a-part of),

dreams of blue and green

 (a prequel-sequel)

dreams of blue and green
by i. m. dreaming

dreams of blue and green
dreams of summer storm
dreams of you and me
dreams of safe (and warm)

dreams of blue and green (what does it mean, they can come true?)
deams of blue and green, a scene with hints of green and blue

within a month, a re-Union with the florida panhandle.

Saturday, March 26, 2011


by s. t. aging

stages in the morning
stages on the street
stages would be nice, we go through
stages when we meet

stages when we play (away) and
stages as we sleep

it's a world of stages (we can laugh or sigh or weep)

if "all of the world is a stage," and
if we are here, then
we must be playing a role.

what if every role was Perfectly Perfect?
what if every line was written with Divine In-Spiration?
what if every mistake was, in actuality, part of the Perfection of the Play?
what if every person was, in Reality, a co-Star?

what if the whole thing was a process, with no way to lose, with actors and actresses who are bound to Dance together, once the scene is over?

what if the Whole thing was Fun, and the times that we experience as "bad" are those times when we are at our best, getting lost in the drama, lost in the role, consumed by the Play?

what if every stage of every scene of every thought of every nanosecond was Perfection, acting in such a way as to give us the experience of duality (good/bad, happy/sad, up/down, etc.)?

if all of the world is a stage, then:

the left is Right
the shadow is the Light
the meek is the Power-full
the rain is no-thing more than nourishment, disguised as the antithesis of that which it Really Is.

-the end.


click here for "it's not easy"

Friday, March 25, 2011

beautiful day

by U2

The heart is a bloom
Shoots up through the stony ground
There's no room
No space to rent in this town

You're out of luck
And the reason that you had to care
The traffic is stuck
And you're not moving anywhere

You thought you'd found a friend
To take you out of this place
Someone you could lend a hand
In return for grace

It's a beautiful day
Sky falls, you feel like
It's a beautiful day
Don't let it get away

You're on the road
But you've got no destination
You're in the mud
In the maze of her imagination

You love this town
Even if that doesn't ring true
You've been all over
And it's been all over you

It's a beautiful day
Don't let it get away
It's a beautiful day

Touch me
Take me to that other place
Teach me
I know I'm not a hopeless case

See the world in green and blue
See China right in front of you
See the canyons broken by cloud
See the tuna fleets clearing the sea out
See the Bedouin fires at night
See the oil fields at first light
And see the bird with a leaf in her mouth
After the flood all the colors came out

It was a beautiful day
Don't let it get away
Beautiful day

Touch me
Take me to that other place
Reach me
I know I'm not a hopeless case

What you don't have you don't need it now
What you don't know you can feel it somehow
What you don't have you don't need it now
Don't need it now
Was a beautiful day


if everything (outside) is a reflection of that which is inside, wIe can (maybe) catch a glimpse of our former thoughts and feelings by paying attention to our present experience.

in the same way, we can prepave our tomorrows with our present thoughts, words, and actions.

it sounds backwards, but maybe this whole world is upside down.

Thursday, March 24, 2011

walking meditation (revisited)

tonight, during yoga, we experienced a "walking meditation," outside of the yoga studio. ..i asked the students to write down a couple of thoughts, and here's a sampling of what they wrote:

"calm, nature-like, serene, peaceful, everything is in unison: one.   
..togetherness. ..every creature and plant work together."

"the silky texture of the grass
the way the grass moved when the wind blew
the lady bug, holding onto a stick
the sun, warming my face."

"things look more perfect in a larger perspective."

"fresh air. ..wind on my face.
cool tufts of grass, mixed with dried, dead grass.
walk into the sun - drawn to it."

"amazed at how much more you notice w/o shoes -- and when you take time to notice."

"the rustling of leaves, flowing in the wind."

"while walking, i noticed sound the most."

"warm sun, soft grass, even pace."

"hear the wind, blowing softly
while the cold ground at my toes
the softness of the mud, the roughness of the dry grass
to stay still and just listen to the earth.
i felt at peace with the earth,
just staying still, relaxing enough to just listen and feel at peace with yourself
i felt like me, i felt the peace i once had
i felt the freedom in this motion
i felt the warmth of the sun, touching my face
a soul being, relieved from sadness and sorrow
i felt the energy of the earth coming from these motions."

"years of living make me believe that wind this strong (and cold) is bringing rain soon.
i'm most at peace outside after dark.  too much light is distracting.
i don't feel like i'm meditating, 
so much as taking time to appreciate and be grateful for the world i live in.
my feet are never surprised by the different textures
crunching leaves... what a great sound.  
a trip to the mountains is going to be necessary soon."

"soothing chill. freedom.
warm sunshine: dark red, bright red, orange, yellow.
birds welcoming the spring and the sun.

....don't want to go back inside, walking on slick glass.
darkness.  .trapped again."

"shade.  cool grass.  blue sky.  
bask in the warmth of the sun. 
new blades of grass on tender soles.  rustling of the leaves.
wind, direction and temperature change when turning direction.  
texture of the weeds.  
deep thick blanket of grass..."


* reading these notes re-Minds me of how lucky i am, to be associated with student teachers who sense deeply, express warmly, and shine like the sun.

thank you,

Sunday, March 20, 2011


............................metaphysics and Love, All in One:


Saturday, March 19, 2011

of weddings

in honor of the impending wedded bliss that will be experienced by two of my close friends this month, my favorite posts that mention the word "wedding."

:) In-joy: marriage.html music.html the unexpected.html
congratulations, dick and mary laura


are we just born this way?

this post, actually, is for many of you, my brothers and sisters:

alternative title:
my momma told me when i was young,
"we are all born superstars"

alternative title II:
you're beautiful babe, 'cause God makes no mistakes

this post is not Spiritually Scripted, but it doesn't matter, because wIe'll get it, any-way.

I'm beautiful in my way
God makes no mistakes
I'm on the right track baby
I was born this way

[Verse 1]
My mama told me when I was young
We are all born superstars

She rolled my hair and put my lipstick on
In the glass of her boudoir

"There's nothin wrong with lovin who you are"
She said, "'...cause he made you Perfect, babe"

" hold your head up girl and you'll go far...
listen to me when I say"

I'm beautiful in my way, 'cause God makes no mistakes
I'm on the right track baby
I was born this way

Don't hide yourself in regret
Just love yourself and you're set
I'm on the right track baby
I was born this way

Ooo there ain't no other way
Baby I was born this way
Baby I was born this way

Ooo there ain't no other way
Baby I was born-
I'm on the right track baby
I was born this way

[Verse 2]
Give yourself prudence and love your friends
Subway kid, rejoice your truth

In the religion of the insecure
I must be myself, respect my youth

A different lover is not a sin
Believe capital H-I-M (hey hey hey)
I love my life I love this record and
Mi amore vole fe yah (love needs faith)

alternative title III:
'cause you're beautiful in your way"

Friday, March 18, 2011

you CAN do it!

be it the leap of a penguin, or the thoughts within your (beautiful) mind, wIe CAN do whatever it is that we'd like to do-Be-do.

Sunday, March 6, 2011


too many pictures...

...too little time.

below: snorkeling

Friday, March 4, 2011

north side bistro

just a little stop, on the way back to frenchman's reef.
the north side bistro whips up a tasty mahi mahi entree, but
nobody can match our home made bruschetta.

brushetta .......................8.9
mahi mahi promenade ....9.6
wine .............................9.0
service ..........................9.5
company .......................10+

simply beautiful (lindquist bay)

off of the beaten path, down an unpaved road, there's a little slice of pristine beach that has no amenities (no restaurant, no bar, no hotels, no nada.).

tom (above) and donna & tom (below) in paradise.

sometimes, it doesn't matter if wIe can't determine what keeps a place pristine, so long as places remain pristine.'s to hope, for beautiful lindquist bay.