At a wedding party, Harmony got an offer: “I have an extra $300 lying around if you want to spend the night” – the bride’s father.
Mirrors aren’t windows …
How flattering to get a letter from a guest who found me too beautiful. Was told by Swami, “You must not look so pure and perfect before female guests: you must do something to look muddy and imperfect.” Be hard or mean? To be real?
In a small town, when children peddle products to your door, you buy even if you don’t want to.
“He’s tense as an E string on a fiddle,” said Uncle Emerson, who never played fiddle but knew the folk expression.
At one of my great-grandma’s funeral, a man in overalls, paintbrush in hand, showed up: “I can’t say I rightly remembered the woman, but I thought I’d pay my respects.” Small-town duty.
At Grandma’s funeral, so many woodwork relatives I didn’t know: “We should get together more often.”
Sez a sailor: there’s much time to read on a cruise / most seafaring men cannot swim / 86-foot waves in the Norwegian Sea / wear beard, smoke pipe, speak Anglo / Polaris Jack the dolphin who for 20 years piloted ships through treacherous Australian reefs [Wikipedia has Pelorus Jack, New Zealand, 1888-1912, 24 years]
Self-hate = masochism.
Yesterday, I led an old-style Lakshmy hatha class: was afraid I’d kill them but they thanked me, even those who couldn’t keep up.
Pre-Oct 14: while mimeographing, watched an oak tree change from fainting yellow into majestic gold, from morning to midafternoon: the seasons flee before our eyes.
In a Zen temple, a godo [the guy with the stick] / here, Swami Cedar.
Mer de
Merde
[Incinerated]
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From Spiralbound Yoga, with commentary from now.
Jnana's Red Barn 