Sometimes my mat is like a mirror, sometimes it’s like a black hole. At any rate I feel grounded when I sense my inner dog’s face staring back at me.
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Dogward Facing Back
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Monthly Archives: March 2014
17th Street Public House…(again)
Three of many, many, more…what can I say…how ’bout, time to ride my bike home and grill those burgers!
What a Hobby!
This has been bugging folks at portfoliolongo.com for months! (Line 4 on Earth)
The Problem with Premature Conclusions
A blog post written by my friend, William Fisher, inspired this drawing. I encourage you to read it. William has a lot to say, and he always pumps up my head with images. You know the concept of “least or lowest common denominator?” William addresses our technical and cultural resistance to exploring and discovering the potential inclusiveness, simplicity, and universal meanings that lie therein. Where? At the symposium; but, is there a common gathering place, a common language? It’s as if we’re naturally or habitually inclined, ok, some of us more than others, to individuate, to pursue the greatest or highest uncommon denominator. Look, check out his blog. I’ll let you draw your own insights, but just don’t jump to any conclusions.
House by the Tracks
While riding my bike to the 17th Street Public House the other day, I noticed this house, and it’s stuck in my mind. I should redraw this house now and then.
Ofelia
“You are new here.”
“Yes, this was my second time. I came last Tuesday too.”
“But you’ve done yoga before, you’re very flexible.”
“…[gulp]…[inhale…exhale]…thank you…”
Beyond comparison.
Seasoned Beginner.
Next Slide Please
Thank you. So, and I’ve already touched on this word, let’s move on from nuts and bolts to brass tacks.
The Way of the Putt
A few months ago we rented The Way, the story of “a father (Martin Sheen), who goes overseas to recover the body of his estranged son (Emilio Estevez) who died while traveling El Camino de Santiago, and decides to take the pilgrimage himself.” I liked the story, but I loved the cinematography, especially the depiction of the enormous swinging incensor at the Catedral de Santiago de Compostela!
Macro- and micro-pilgrimages intrigue me. When you physically go from point A to point B, and in some cases from point C to point D and on and on, you’re not just sitting there daydreaming; you’re journeying, you’re walking, you’re crawling, you’re moving along a path, a way, which for some symbolizes The Path or The Way.
Are there practical applications? There may well be. Here’s one I’ve considered for years. Clearly, the ecclesiological and mathematical wrinkles would need to be ironed out, but that’s why God made focus groups.
In closing, let’s us reflect upon the words of Dean Martin: “If you drink, don’t drive. Don’t even putt.”
Like the deer that yearns for running streams…
Several confreres had to excuse themselves before the end of Vespers just after they began chanting Psalm 42. Fr. Adelbert was to blame. He was hebdomadary that week and that evening he reflected at great length on fountains and how the endless flow of water dramatizes glorious and mysterious cycles through which we ourselves circulate and which circulate through us for ever and ever. Lambert, Egbert, Angilbert, and Frodobert were already squirming in their stalls at this point. Even before Olbert finished intoning the antiphon for Psalm 42, they were out-a-there!
Went to Costco. Now What?
I’m still recovering from my first trip to Costco. I needed a couple of Ibuprofen after carrying the crate of Ibuprofen to my truck, which, by the way, I needed to get my entire shipment home. However, that’s not what I’m recovering from. I just can’t get over the sensational impact of the size-itudinality and quanti-bogacity of that experience.
What if I had bumped into Pope Francis there shopping for the poor, pushing his own cart and not being hauled around in the decommissioned pope mobile? Damn right, I’d have given him a piece of my mind. “Che, pibe!” I’d have yelled at the Pontifical Porteño. “Go back and get that pope mobile, and load that sucker up!” But, who am I to judge?
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