On the way back to Silver City, we stopped at a favorite used bookstore in the very small town of Willcox, Arizona. There I found a very small book entitled, Grooks, by Piet Hein, published in 1966 by The M.I.T. Press. On the back of the book it says, "Piet Hein is probably the most quoted man in Scandinavia, His grooks are short aphoristic poems, often wonderfully many-faceted, revealing new perspectives almost from one word to the next. Witty and wise and warmly human... ." The drawings that accompany each poem are unique and playfully support the deeper meaning. Here's a sample:
thou knowest not
is in a sense
I really enjoyed spending a day with fellow adventurers in Tucson at Mike Dooley's seminar: Playing the Matrix: And Getting What You (Really) Want. I look forward every day to receiving Email messages from Mike (aka The Universe) and find that his take on most things echoes AMAG's cosmology. It's so much fun having friends with like minds.
If you'd like to know more about Mike Dooley and TUT Adventurers Club, go to www.tut.com.
I love the darkness of each new moon phase. I like to think that the ideas that are flooding my brain right now are starting in the darkness just like seeds that are planted in fertile soil. It's easier to trust that my ideas will emerge into the light just as surely as seeds will do in their climb toward the sun. Right now I'm creating this year's Master Class with AMAG curriculum, and it feels good to be doing so with the support of the New Moon and Mercury retrograde. My friend and talented astrologer, Deborah O'Connor, has this to say about today's New Moon: "First the moon and, the next day, Mercury, call on us to wake up. Wake wide. Accept and welcome the changes tap-tap-tapping at our minds for the urgent inner telegrams they are. These planets aren't asking you to turn your world upside down in a day but they are offering you a chance to welcome the odd or the extra-ordinary ideas which may flood your head over the next few weeks if you are willing to step away from comfortable ways of thinking and let your wild mind surface. ... Click here to read more from Deborah O'Connor.
I'm glad to live where it snows, but also glad that it's too dry for the snow to stick around. It never lasts long enough to allow one to create a decent snow angel. I think the whole idea of angels in any size, shape, or form is wonderful. I grew up being told that I had my own personal "guardian angel," to whom I could be thankful for helping me avoid scrapes and other troubles as a child. My ideas about angels have changed a lot over the years, including what I think about the ones who are members of the group consciousness known as AMAG. These angels do not have wings apparently, but they are certainly big enough to generate awe. I don't use that word casually since it has lost meaning due to constant repetition, but if you have a chance to speak with these angels, you'll agree that they are truly awesome!
A couple of days ago, while waiting for the kettle to boil, I enjoyed the view from my kitchen window and thought about how snow muffles sound when it cushions the ground.
It's like anything used to cover up anything. We cushion something (or ourselves) in order to protect or muffle sounds and sensations. It takes courage to allow ourselves to reveal what it looks like to be really alive, to be vulnerable, to make noise.
My good friend, Mikaya Heart, talks about this in her new book, Life, Lies, and Sex - A User's Guide to Being in a Body.