Day 229 In the Pursuit of Love (Silence)


Life in the City with a Future

“In the end, we will remember not the words of our enemies, but the silence of our friends,” by Dr. Martin Luther King Jr.

When I became disabled almost two years ago with MCS, I expected when it was announced I wasn’t going to be able to return to work that there would be such a flood of emails in my inbox that I would have to rest up to read them. Actually, it didn’t take me long to read the three short, “hope things work out” emails I received.

I’ve made a list of “maybe this is why no one emailed me” thoughts:

They were too busy.

They didn’t really like me in the first place.

They waited too long and then were embarrassed to contact me.

They felt shame that they didn’t listen when I told them that their perfume was making me sick and they wore it…

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Day 229 In the Pursuit of Love (Silence)


Life in the City with a Future

“In the end, we will remember not the words of our enemies, but the silence of our friends,” by Dr. Martin Luther King Jr.

When I became disabled almost two years ago with MCS, I expected when it was announced I wasn’t going to be able to return to work that there would be such a flood of emails in my inbox that I would have to rest up to read them. Actually, it didn’t take me long to read the three short, “hope things work out” emails I received.

I’ve made a list of “maybe this is why no one emailed me” thoughts:

They were too busy.

They didn’t really like me in the first place.

They waited too long and then were embarrassed to contact me.

They felt shame that they didn’t listen when I told them that their perfume was making me sick and they wore it…

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Robin’s Last Gift – Peter Coyote


Radiating Blossom ~ Flowers & Words

“Robin and I were friends. Not intimate, because he was very shy when he was not performing. Still, I spent many birthdays and holidays at his home with Marsha and the children, and he showed up at my 70th birthday to say “Hello” and wound up mesmerizing my relatives with a fifteen-minute set that pulverized the audience.

When I heard that he had died, I put my own sorrow aside for a later time. I’m a Zen Buddhist priest and my vows instruct me to try to help others. So this little letter is meant in that spirit.

Normally when you are gifted with a huge talent of some kind, it’s like having a magnificent bicep. People will say, “Wow, that’s fantastic” and they tell you, truthfully, that it can change your life, take you to unimaginable realms. It can and often does. The Zen perspective is a little different…

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It Dwells Within Itself


Ethereal Nature

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to dwell within the church of self
massive structure of gravitas
settled into the ground
no lofty aspirations
no aching spires
striving for the heavens
sufficient, in this moment
a sanctuary of stolid being
to kneel in contemplation
of the inertial mysteries
walls stone thick
withstand any assault
peace impenetrable
silent as a tomb
enveloping as a womb
rooted to the very earth
ceilings just high enough
to encompass the soul

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Nature has long been my inspiration, my temple, my church, my chapel, my cathedral, and I have worshipped and met my maker in the most minute chambers and in the grandest of vistas.

But still, one is moved by sacred structures made of human hands and ingenuity. They offer a unique and important portal to the divine, for in their construction they interpose in a holy space between The Creation and The Creator, the creation of…

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