Tara: enlgish? chicky made me sleeeppyyy if my head hits the desk, pls wake me up yea sweating bullets here. Tara: this sucks Tara: its so hot in here i am dying Tara: pretty sure i just fell asleep sitting up and snorted myself awake Jeaven: old school move Tara: ridiculous Tara: i hate you Jeaven: can u send me spreadsheet when class is over? I need to review my temp really got high after that email Whooohaaooooaaaa Tara: 15 mins i hope she lets us PRAC folks go. this is unreal Jeaven: I had to eat all the M&M's your poured on my notes in order to turn the page........this has only made me more unstable......but I have also realized M&M's are far more enjoyable when served warm......the chocolate seems to be of almost Belgian quality......back to meditating on the pyramids now........PS...the backs of my hands are even sweating.....what does that mean??? still here. ticking away. tick. tock. tick tock. tick tock. |
Thursday, January 27, 2011
losing your marbles.
This will tug on your heartstrings.
Wednesday, January 26, 2011
FIT GIRL
Tuesday, January 25, 2011
Life Is Supposed To Be Amazing...
The choice is yours, what are you going to do with it?
Monday, January 24, 2011
Paris
Wednesday, January 19, 2011
Thursday, January 13, 2011
Heart
Thursday, January 13, 2011
The Great Stories
Notice that all the great stories pretty much follow the same story line. Things were once good, then something awful happened, and now a great battle must be fought or a journey taken. At just the right moment (which feels like the last possible moment), a hero comes and sets things right, and life is found again.
It's true of every fairy tale, every myth, every Western, every epic-just about every story you can think of, one way or another. Braveheart, Titanic, the Star Wars series,Gladiator, The Lord of the Rings trilogy. They pretty much all follow the same story line.
Have you ever wondered why?
Every story, great and small, shares the same essential structure because every story we tell borrows its power from a Larger Story, a Story woven into the fabric of our being-what pioneer psychologist Carl Jung tried to explain as archetype, or what his more recent popularizer Joseph Campbell called myth.
All of these stories borrow from the Story. From Reality. We hear echoes of it through our lives. Some secret written on our hearts. A great battle to fight, and someone to fight for us. An adventure, something that requires everything we have, something to be shared with those we love and need.
There is a Story that we just can't seem to escape. There is a Story written on the human heart.
(Epic, 12-13)
~ Ransomed Heart
Wednesday, January 12, 2011
... on the road....
concerning the message that was transmitted to me under a pine tree
in North Carolina on a cold winter moonlit night. It said that
Nothing Ever Happened, so don't worry. It's all like a dream.
Everything is ecstasy, inside. We just don't know it because of our thinking-minds.
But in our true blissful essence of mind is known that everything is alright
forever and forever and forever. Close your eyes, let your hands
and nerve-ends drop, stop breathing for 3 seconds, listen to the silence
inside the illusion of the world, and you will remember the lesson
you forgot, which was taught in immense milky way soft cloud innumerable worlds
long ago and not even at all. It is all one vast awakened thing. I call it the golden eternity.
It is perfect. We were never really born, we will never really die. It has nothing to do
with the imaginary idea of a personal self, other selves, many selves everywhere:
Self is only an idea, a mortal idea. That which passes into everything is one thing.
It's a dream already ended. There's nothing to be afraid of and nothing to be glad about.
I know this from staring at mountains months on end. They never show any expression,
they are like empty space. Do you think the emptiness of space will ever crumble away?
Mountains will crumble, but the emptiness of space, which is the one universal essence
of mind, the vast awakenerhood, empty and awake, will never crumble away because
it was never born."
Tuesday, January 11, 2011
Beauty
Monday, January 10, 2011
The Third Place
Wednesday, January 5, 2011
Paradigm Shift: The Prequil
Sunday, January 2, 2011
Paradigm Shift Part One
Saturday, January 1, 2011
1.1.11
La Dulce Far Niente. The sweetness of doing nothing.
To 2011.... It's MY year. I think I've worked hard enough and earned the right to be hopeful for a year where I can begin to form the puzzle pieces of my life the way I want them to be. That doesn't mean I'm not grateful for where I am today and the life path bestowed to me... It's just means I've recognized my true happiness needs a bit more cultivation than where I'm at now.