#3762 – Thursday, December 31, 2009 – Editor: Jerry Katz
Happy New Year!
We bring you a few appetizers, a main course, and music.
Here are a few tweets:
aflow For the first time in almost twenty years, there’s going to be a Blue Moon on New Year’s Eve.(NASA): http://tinyurl.com/blooon
dustmapper I’m finding it harder to fake euphoria for the New Year…what I sense in the celebration is a momentary escape from profound suffering.
LeonardJacobson “If you are to awaken, you will have to learn to be in right relationship with your feelings.” LJ
margonaut HAPPY NEW YEAR… I’m heading to the Promise NYE party in Toronto tonight http://www.ilovepromise.com
DrWeil Parties and celebrations tonight? Be safe and remember these 5 tips to prevent a hangover: http://bit.ly/4IHAOZ
jhalifax this for the last day of 2009: Benjamin Franklin:There never was a good war or a bad peace.
lux1008 As the end of the year approaches, may the Heart of Wisdom dharani vibrate strong: Gate Gate Paragate Parasamgate Bodhi Svaha! #buddhism
guruphiliac RT @jmknapp53: First Issue of free #Spiritual_Abuse Newsletter out: Click to view! http://bit.ly/7PQ5og http://twib.es/t-82EDF
Jodpurs A single honest attempt to convey your own highest principle (however awkwardly) is worth more than a million spiritual quotes.
Rhea11 Tony Parsons’talk at the Urban Guru Cafe — http://urbangurucafe.com/category/ugc-speakers/podcasts-blogroll-12/
Yogaheart A Consideration: There is A LOT of space here :o) Space is open, accepting, unconditional… Isn’t that what we call love? xoxo
Dec.26, 09–There comes a time in every aspirant’s life when push comes to shove. When we think our little candle may go out. When the world conspires to push all of our buttons. And then you remember to be dust under the guru’s feet. Here is another way of saying it. Let thought be dust under the feet of awareness. That brings it back to you being the One. The only. It reminds you that it is all maya, that the cards were played long, long ago and that the house is rigged. And yet Christ said that there were other mansions, better and higher places to live. It ain’t on Househunters.
In my life there have been many years of genuine sorrow. Times when I have done nothing but study truth, ponder wisdom and try my best to walk the path. And there have been times when I have realized that I knew nothing for sure. And that is the direction of self-abandonment.
I have been watching accounts of people stuck in their cars in this winter’s December blizzard. Stuck at the airport. Stuck on airplanes themselves. Surprisingly, these people were cheerful and following the way of tao. This attitude, too, is self-abandonment. Caught in snowdrifts, they responded like old Chinese sages.
Today I drove to the mall to meet a friend for lunch. There had been a water main break and the mall had shut down until it was repaired. I drove home and called my friend to say we couldn’t meet today. Then I hassled with my insurance company because the system had spit me out. I had driven into a very small snowbank. I put on a new pair of fuzzy slippers and hoisted myself onto the couch to watch TV. My attitude, I noticed, was cranky. Apparently I needed to watch reruns of those people stuck in the blizzard.
Real sorrow is behind everyone’s attempt to awaken. Never mind what anyone says to the contrary. This world is a pit and a snare even while wearing fuzzy slippers.
My Dear Acquaintance (A Happy New Year)