Photo Credit: Amma Facebook Page, March 30, 2014
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I recently went to see Dawn of the Planet of the Apes. That movie touched my heart SO much. There were so many scenes that I will remember for a very long time, and I usually don’t remember the content of movies even the day after I see them.
I decided to post about it because I assume it is a movie that a lot of people would never consider seeing. Most of the trailers showed the war part of the movie but not the heart. I just found a trailer that at least shows glimpses of the heart portions.
I wish they had chosen another picture to put on the front of the trailer. I sure would have.
Yes there is violence in this movie. But there is so much heart and many lessons about life and living as well. I was teary for many hours after I saw it, and not many of my tears were from sadness.
I remember reading many years ago that whenever our life path crosses someone else’s, whether it be for a few minutes or an extended period of time, we have something to learn from the person and something to give them; that our meeting is no accident. I don’t know if that is true, but I find it to be a useful concept regardless.
By nature I am a very strong introvert so it is easy for me to stay within myself and not interact with other people. I know when I do that, however, I am potentially missing out on some important opportunities.
I imagine from time to time, all of us meet people in situations where our meeting seems very synchronistic, times when we sense that something bigger than random chance is operating. During my last two trips to India, I had four experiences like that. Continue reading “When Our Paths Cross”
I just found this quote and picture on KSFINBLOG: Global Analyst. I love it and hope you do to! Thank you for posting it KS.
Do you think I know what I’m doing?
That for one breath or half-breath I belong to myself?
As much as a pen knows what it’s writing.
Or the ball can guess where it’s going next.
— Rumi
From Open Secret: Versions of Rumi by John Moyne
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Jelaluddin Rumi (30 September 1207 – 17 December 1273), was a 13th-century Persian poet, jurist, theologian, and Sufi mystic. (Biographical information and picture are from Wikepedia)
Wanderer, worshiper, lover of leaving — it doesn’t matter.
Ours is not a caravan of despair.
Come, even if you have broken your vow a hundred times,
Come, come again, come.
— Rumi
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Jelaluddin Rumi (30 September 1207 – 17 December 1273), was a 13th-century Persian poet, jurist, theologian, and Sufi mystic. (Biographical information and picture are from Wikepedia)
In my young adult years, I loved to knit and crochet. I remember making blankets, sweaters and vests. Decades later I worked with a group of Amma devotees knitting and crocheting hats and scarves for Seattle’s homeless. We also crocheted quilts for poor women who were moving from the street to transitional housing.
In 2007 or 2008, we started crocheting purses, hats, bags, and other items from materials that would normally be thrown into the garbage. Some of the trash could also be woven into baskets. By making crafts such as these, we could, in a small way, reduce the amount of garbage going into a landfill and polluting the earth. Below you can see pictures of some of the items I made during that time. (If you hover your cursor over a picture, you will be able to see what the item was made from. If you click on any of the pictures, they will become a slide show.) Continue reading “Making Crocheted and Woven Items from Trash”
A man and a woman walk through the park together, holding hands. They pass an old woman sitting on a bench. The old woman is knitting a small, red sweater. The man begins to cry.
From the vantage point of the old woman:
As soon as I finish my breakfast, I gather the equipment I need for my current knitting project and head for the park. As I walk, the sun is shining and its warmth feels like a much beloved cloak against my skin. Once I reach the park, I sit down on a bench that gives me a panoramic view of the park.
I pull my knitting needles, my red yarn, and the parts of the sweater I have already completed from my bag. The sweater is for my great-grandson and I plan to have it finished in time for his five-year-old birthday party next week. Before I begin working on the sweater, I take some time to watch the children playing in the playground. A young boy notices me looking at him and walks up to me, his mother keeping an eye in the distance. “What are you doing lady?” “I’m making a sweater for my great-grandson,” I respond. “I have a red sweater too! It’s my favorite. Bye….” he says as he runs back to the playground. I begin knitting and soon am immersed in the pleasure of the clicking needles, the feel of the yarn and most important, the magic that occurs when a piece of straight yarn turns into a soon-to-be treasured sweater. Continue reading “A Scene from Three Vantage points”
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