tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2054926825120141854.post6623112314303189885..comments2023-12-01T21:23:52.047-08:00Comments on easyidler: suhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01229359526524987174noreply@blogger.comBlogger15125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2054926825120141854.post-79681572541274159062009-02-15T21:35:00.000-08:002009-02-15T21:35:00.000-08:00big fat grin.big fat grin.suhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01229359526524987174noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2054926825120141854.post-51185931498521383512009-02-15T18:34:00.000-08:002009-02-15T18:34:00.000-08:00103--It's a good number--wow, you're important--lo...103--It's a good number--wow, you're important--<BR/>lol<BR/>JjAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2054926825120141854.post-64179118670052570122009-02-15T09:36:00.000-08:002009-02-15T09:36:00.000-08:00Jj -I like 12.Jj -<BR/>I like 12.suhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01229359526524987174noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2054926825120141854.post-49151511058670812762009-02-15T06:41:00.000-08:002009-02-15T06:41:00.000-08:00You were stuck on 9 comments for too long--so adde...You were stuck on 9 comments for too long--so added one to make ten--one of my little foibles--<BR/><BR/>JjAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2054926825120141854.post-66278132100717266392009-02-14T23:35:00.000-08:002009-02-14T23:35:00.000-08:00Jj?Jj?suhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01229359526524987174noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2054926825120141854.post-86182604046196893642009-02-14T13:32:00.000-08:002009-02-14T13:32:00.000-08:0010 commentsJj10 comments<BR/><BR/>JjAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2054926825120141854.post-36052806541978627192009-02-09T18:08:00.000-08:002009-02-09T18:08:00.000-08:00I heard a voice one day that called to meAnd withi...I heard a voice one day that called to me<BR/>And within that voice<BR/>I found my voice<BR/><BR/>I found friends of like mind<BR/>Individuals of character<BR/>Friends of wisdom<BR/>No more distant than their words—given freely<BR/>Shared<BR/>Eternal<BR/>Life giving<BR/><BR/>A place I had always been<BR/>A hope I had always dreamed<BR/>Now filling the air with the sweet music<BR/>Of truth<BR/><BR/>Buried beneath the crescendo of voices<BR/>Are the lies of the Ages<BR/>The professional liars<BR/>Shouted down<BR/>Cowering at what they had wrought<BR/>The abyss of their own creation<BR/>Turned now<BR/>Bearing down steadily<BR/>Their own words-suffocating them<BR/>Their own lies-crushing them<BR/><BR/>The white horse of truth<BR/>Riders all<BR/>Thundering down the hillside<BR/>Across the plains of deceit<BR/>Trampling everything in our path<BR/><BR/>We are many<BR/>From all lands<BR/>We ride with truth as our shield<BR/>Justice as our sword<BR/><BR/>Scimitar’s joining Sabers<BR/>Sabers joining Cutlass<BR/>Cutlass joining Wodao<BR/><BR/>We are the light Brigade<BR/>And it is YOUR valley of death <BR/>Reap your whirlwind<BR/>Choke on your deceit <BR/><BR/>We breathe freely and call each other brother <BR/>And sister—terms of honor you know not<BR/><BR/>Joyous in our simplicity and purpose<BR/>We will not play your shell game<BR/><BR/>We shall live the life we choose<BR/>With gratitude<BR/>And Joy<BR/>In Peace<BR/><BR/>JjAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2054926825120141854.post-43935088444007006232009-02-09T11:56:00.000-08:002009-02-09T11:56:00.000-08:00I am morphing as the times change, and require--wh...I am morphing as the times change, and require--when the time comes and the weak are in need of nourishment and protection, they will find it here if they participate and are of like mind--or at least open to the possibilities and do the best they can--leaches, parasites and those wanting to be king need not apply--<BR/>It's my way of saying "fuck off" to those who hope we tear each other limb from limb--<BR/>Just here, in our little space we will survive, or perish with honor--that, in the end is all i have to offer--come what may--<BR/>So cool knowing that our sparks though distant, shoot off into the same night in concert--When I look at the moon at night, or the sun during the day, I know that it is the same as you all see--let it reflect all that we are--soak it in...smile at it...it is us...<BR/><BR/>JjAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2054926825120141854.post-27632635165344518452009-02-09T06:54:00.000-08:002009-02-09T06:54:00.000-08:00Michael.Lavender and tea tree oil are the absolute...Michael.<BR/>Lavender and tea tree oil are the absolute best at keeping them away.<BR/>Second best is eucalyptus but as it is a stimulant, it might keep you awake instead.<BR/>This village has a communal dam and a lei water system which means that everyone has so many minutes a week of water flowing down channels into their garden. A beautiful sound as it trickles past on a hot day.<BR/>Many people dig channels and flood irrigate but many are aware of the wash out and have built dams and then irrigate via soft sprays.<BR/>The problem is all these dams lead to a mosquito population like I have never met before.<BR/>Clouds of them arise at sunset.<BR/><BR/><BR/>Nobody,<BR/>A few years ago I read a mantra which set about detailing how one should repeat "I sacrifice comfort for truth" , so i repeated this for a few weeks and then we went away on a break. Whilst away our home and business burnt down in a forest fire.<BR/>Of course we were uninsured.<BR/>Stripped down to the absolute basics and never having quite managed to build up again has definitely made this load lighter.suhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01229359526524987174noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2054926825120141854.post-76566168012949904042009-02-09T06:50:00.000-08:002009-02-09T06:50:00.000-08:00Brian,I can sleep pretty well anywhere.Discomfort ...Brian,<BR/>I can sleep pretty well anywhere.<BR/>Discomfort does not bother me thankfully.<BR/>a pile of wood<BR/>10 days rice in my bag<BR/>my legs stretched outwards<BR/>the rain falling on the roof.<BR/>Tryptoham aham.suhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01229359526524987174noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2054926825120141854.post-21802565594797065422009-02-09T06:47:00.000-08:002009-02-09T06:47:00.000-08:00Jj,Moved to tears by your empathy towards all.Kick...Jj,<BR/>Moved to tears by your empathy towards all.<BR/>Kicked in the kidneys and all.<BR/>In this village, a group of homeless finally were given land.<BR/>The wealthy in the village were against it of course.<BR/>The poor were delighted.<BR/>The rich were afraid of increased crime, lowering of the property value etc.<BR/><BR/>I gave someone a lift home from town who lived there the other day.<BR/>Jj you cannot believe the beauty.<BR/>The ablutions, though simple were functioning with clean, clear water.<BR/>And each little humble shack had a garden in the making. Saplings growing, sunflowers sunflowering - just colour and life and abundance where there was none.<BR/>What a beauty and my heart is so grateful to those who created this.<BR/>And to that woman who needs a meal perhaps she can come to me in my dreams tonight.<BR/>Have recurring dreams of having to feed a multitude of people and after the panic passes, the deed gets done.<BR/>I do love your higher perspective my friend.suhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01229359526524987174noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2054926825120141854.post-62343905805228086512009-02-08T17:32:00.000-08:002009-02-08T17:32:00.000-08:00Hey Susana,There's a lot to be said for travelling...Hey Susana,<BR/><BR/>There's a lot to be said for travelling light.nobodyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13067422372087431256noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2054926825120141854.post-36266866314007459992009-02-08T07:22:00.000-08:002009-02-08T07:22:00.000-08:00Nicely done, susana.As one who has always found re...Nicely done, susana.<BR/><BR/>As one who has always found refuge in nature, I can relate well. Those you came to visit may not be home, but Nature always is.<BR/><BR/><BR/>Lavender oil repels mosquitos? Wonderful, if so. Lavender oil is on the shopping list.m_asterahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10808513711410506159noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2054926825120141854.post-43984759308667912012009-02-07T19:53:00.000-08:002009-02-07T19:53:00.000-08:00That's great that you were able to sleep on the gr...That's great that you were able to sleep on the ground like that.<BR/>"Thin grass does for a mattress, the blue sky makes a good quilt. Happy with a stone underhead. Let heaven and earth go about their changes." from Han Shan, Cold Mountain Poems, Gary Snyder translated, I think./Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2054926825120141854.post-33794361787237411712009-02-07T06:54:00.000-08:002009-02-07T06:54:00.000-08:00So many pick up their bag every day throughout the...So many pick up their bag every day throughout the world and head off into nothingness. Be it the person on their way to work or the person in some far-flung country, or next door, seeking shelter and a scrap of food with which to survive the day. Like the owl, once it has left our field of vision, we forget about it--some never see the owl as they avert their eyes or minds to shield the visual blows that surround us.<BR/><BR/>The list of bag people are growing and one day we may walk with them or protect ourselves from them when the gang mentality takes hold. The owl doesn't care, the scavengers don't care--they will just decide whether they like the taste or not. Penned in with no visible fence--with or without the bag in hand--ah, the games of the mind.<BR/><BR/>There will be many bibles in carpet bags--just in case--like a child sending a letter to Santa long after the jig is up--just in case. Yet, like Santa and Elvis, Jesus has left the building--if there ever was a building--I don't think if there was a jesus, that he liked buildings anyway--church doors locked to keep the gold chalices safe--<BR/><BR/>The piles of snow and ice are melting here today--only to return another time--as they always do--I can smell spring in the air--just a scent--more from experience perhaps than anything--with, or without me.<BR/><BR/>What is it in our bag, or not, as we travel from here to there--or to nowhere--<BR/><BR/>Lighten the load--toss the non-essesntials overboard<BR/><BR/>In one of Nina's paintings, for those who see, there is a woman standing on the tracks in a print dress, looking at a house that has seen better days, and she wonders what happened. The place is familiar to her--time has passed and although she feels young, and thinks young, the house has aged, and not been kept up. Time has passed it by as has the world--just another blur as the modern world passes by at 70mph--She longs to be left alone--a garden perhaps behind the house--the trains running on schedule her only communication with the outside world--that would be nice.<BR/><BR/>But the trains stopped running long ago and the bank owns the house now--no squatters rights there--time to move along before being arrested for vagrancy--<BR/><BR/>But it would at least be a warm bed and a meal--but there is no money in the budget for warm beds and meals--just a club over the head and a kick to the kidneys to send them on their way--the people demand that laws be enforced and trouble be kept out of their town--<BR/><BR/>Night becomes a friend as it shields our presence from the kidney kickers--daylight is to be feared as it exposes us--<BR/><BR/>The worm has turned,what was up is down--we look forward to the night now--strangers passing with no acknowledgement--no one direction better than the next other than in the hopes of the mind--<BR/><BR/>We watch the owl now as his flight path may show the way to a carcass of some sort--or perhaps to walk off a cliff in the darkness as we follow the one who soars above and sees things from a higher perspective--<BR/><BR/>JjAnonymousnoreply@blogger.com