Today we traveled just a few miles from our small lake-country community, out to the surrounding countryside—the rivers, farms, and woodlands which say “Wisconsin”. Pictured above is the Rock River, once a part of the Sauk Indians’ Wisconsin and Illinois territory embedded in history by the leadership of Black Hawk. From the photo you can see that we’ve had plenty of rain; that white thing apparently floating beyond the high grass slightly above center is a picnic bench.
Joe (flanked by Dylan) cast a line in this river park, which is simply a spur off a county road—one of countless natural retreats for travelers in our state.
When Dylan wasn’t fishing, he strolled with me along the water’s edge. Suddenly, he decided to go wading—something he has never done before. I was amazed, because it’s always a struggle to get Dylan into the bathtub. But then, haven’t little boys always preferred wading in rivers to getting lathered up in a tub? So it’s…
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Well done! Hugs, Barbara
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In our own self, in the deepest recess of our own heart, there is a great secret. This is the subject of this chapter. We carry within our own self a great mystery. No one can be a greater mystery than our own Self. Everything else is capable of definition and understanding, but one’s own Self is the greatest enigma in the whole world. Everything can be investigated into, but not one’s own Self, because it is a great secret by itself. It is not an open box where we can pick out whatever we like merely by sense perception. It is a tremendous mystery which hides, within its own bosom, the miracles of the whole creation. Such is the heart of man which is the pivot of every kind of activity, whether internal or external.
The great teacher this Upanishad tells us that there is the city of Brahman…
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