Dan, I have a red clay container from Spain. It has a beautiful shape, an opening on one side, a spout on the other side, and a handle on the top. It's perfect!
Thank you for sharing. Marsha At 02:52 AM 12/31/2007, you wrote: >At 12:20 AM 12/31/2007, you wrote: > > >Hello everyone > > > > > Date: Sun, 30 Dec 2007 02:53:33 -0500 > > > To: [EMAIL PROTECTED] > > > From: [EMAIL PROTECTED] > > > Subject: Re: [MD] Mind-body practice > > > > > > At 01:46 AM 12/30/2007, you wrote: > > > > > >>Hello everyone > > >> > > >> > > >>> Date: Wed, 26 Dec 2007 15:02:53 -0500 > > >>> To: [EMAIL PROTECTED] > > >>> From: [EMAIL PROTECTED] > > >>> Subject: Re: [MD] Mind-body practice > > >>> > > >>> At 01:58 PM 12/26/2007, you wrote: > > >>> > > >>>>Hello everyone > > >>>> > > >>>> > > >>>>> Date: Wed, 26 Dec 2007 02:29:31 -0500 > > >>>>> To: [EMAIL PROTECTED] > > >>>>> From: [EMAIL PROTECTED] > > >>>>> Subject: Re: [MD] Mind-body practice > > >>>>> > > >>>>> At 06:36 AM 12/25/2007, Krimel wrote: > > >>>>> > > >>>>> > > >>>>>>[Krimel] > > >>>>>>I engage in a daily practice of reading, listening, study, > meditation, > > >>>>>>discussion and writing on concepts that make-up the associationistic > > >>>>>>patterns of my thoughts. I probe these patterns for error and > > >> look for new > > >>>>>>concepts and new ways to incorporate new concepts into this > > >>>> network of ideas > > >>>>>>and associations. > > >>>>>> > > >>>>>>I rejoice in the mystical sensations of new ideas shaking the > > network and > > >>>>>>creating Gestalt shifts in my perception. I am rewarded when > > new thoughts > > >>>>>>and associations occur to me and when new fractal patterns > > >> emerge from the > > >>>>>>effort. I observe the illusions of the moment in light of the > > >> illusions of > > >>>>>>the past and wait in awe for the shifting illusions of the future. > > >>>>>> > > >>>>>>I expand my consciousness (whatever that is) by bringing in > > new ideas and > > >>>>>>testing old ones. I reflect on film, art, music and new > > >> narrative concepts > > >>>>>>that employ fiction to augment facets in the structure of > my thoughts. > > >>>>>> > > >>>>>>I seek harmony in the thoughts of others and marvel at the > > >> infinite variety > > >>>>>>of perception and processing available to the human spirit. > > >>>>> > > >>>>> > > >>>>> Greetings, > > >>>>> > > >>>>> I've been thinking about what Krimel wrote here. I like to play this > > >>>>> game. I thought this description really quite beautiful. It can't > > >>>>> be taken seriously though, it is play, it is Lila. But this game > > >>>>> also seems contrary to all the literature on the Tao, Buddhism, > > >>>>> etc. Maybe I'm missing something, but that seems silly. How can > > >>>>> anything be excluded? > > >>>>> > > >>>>> Anybody have any thoughts? > > >>>> > > >>>>Hi Marsha > > >>>> > > >>>>I agree it's intellectually appealing to learn new ideas and to fill > > >>>>our days chasing empty concepts. I think the MOQ says that that > > >>>>takes us away from Dynamic Quality, however. It doesn't bring us > > >>>>closer. Perhaps that is what the literature on the Tao and Buddhism > > >>>>is telling you. > > >>>> > > >>>>Thanks, > > >>>> > > >>>>Dan > > >>> > > >>> > > >>> Dan, > > >>> > > >>> Perhaps if this is what one did all day long, every day. Or if one > > >>> mistook their thoughts and ideas for the truth. > > >>>But what if you think like Tim Robbins, "I believe in nothing, > > >> everything is sacred, > > >>> I believe in everything, nothing is sacred." Then isn't thinking, > > >>> with nonattachment, the same as a cloud, or tree, or flowing > > >>> river? > > >>>This is a serious question. It's hard for me to believe > > >>> that this particular aspect of nature should be negated. Isn't it > > >>> attachment that causes suffering and illusion? > > >> > > >>Hi Marsha > > >> > > >>I've heard it said that ignorance of the nature of all living beings > > >>as well as the nature of inanimate things gives rise to suffering. > > >>This ignorance is the notion that all exists in and of itself, > > >>separate and apart from all else. Is that what you mean by attachment? > > >> > > >>Thank you, > > >> > > >>Dan > > > > > > Greetings, > > > > > > No, that's not exactly what I mean, but that would also seem to cause > > > suffering. I was considering more the transitory nature of > > > experience. More like trying to capture a river using a bucket. Or > > > capturing a cloud in a jar. Or capturing rain using a bottle. Or > > > thinking memory has captured experience. > > > > > > Interesting that the painting I'm working with is needing a broken > > > arrow and a bottle of rain. Trying to imagine what kind of bottle > > > this man would use to bring rain has got me baffled. A Budweiser > > > bottle just doesn't seem right. > > > >The Rain Jar > > > >I once knew a man in Arkansas who was building a cordwood house on > >top of a mountain on an old foundation, which was all that remained > >of a prior dwelling. The home was located deep in the woods in a > >pretty little valley reached by driving several miles down old dirt > >logging trails. The locals called it Hippie Hollow as there were > >quite a number of families living there who were practicing > >alternative lifestyles. Now-a-days such goings-on might be tolerated > >but this was back in the middle '70's so the experiment was doomed > >from the start. We of course didn't understand that at the time... > >it is only in retrospect that I understand it now. > > > >Since I didn't have any pressing engagements in those days I found > >was able to spend the summer there helping to build the cordwood > >house. Now I had heretofore never built a cordwood house nor in fact > >had I ever heard of such a creation. But the man assured me once > >complete the house would last a thousand years or more. It struck me > >at that time that such an acclomplishment had real value and so > >without hope of recompense I spent several months laboring away deep > >in an Arkansas forest building a dwelling that would last a thousand > >years. We spend the days cutting cordwood and the nights reading ZMM > >by the campfire and discussing Quality. > > > >I might have neglected until now to mention that the man of whom I > >speak didn't have two nickels to rub together. Since the local > >well-driller charged several thousand dollars to drill a well this > >man instead gathered a large clump of red Arkansas creek clay (the > >same red clay we used to fashion mortar for the cordwood house) and > >shaped it into a large jar in which to store rain water. He called > >the vessel his rain jar. Once he had shaped the rain jar the man > >built a kiln out of fallen branches in which to bake his creation. > >Everyone told him it wouldn't work but he did it anyway. And it > >worked. I am unsure whether it was dumb luck or sheer genius but I > >suspect the former. > > > >The rain jar was big and red and when it was ready it would hold > >hundrds of gallons of water. The rain jar even had a red clay cover > >to keep the water fresh and pure. However it was completed before > >the cordwood house was done and so there was no roof to act as a > >collector. So the jar just sat there in the woods waiting for the > >day when it would fullfill it's intented use. But one day the > >sheriff showed up and arrested the man who was building the cordwood > >house for growing wacky tobaccy on a southern slope just down the > >way. It wasn't long after that mysterious fires began to plague > >Hippie Hollow and one by one the families started packing up and leaving. > > > >Since it was clear to me by that time that the cordwood house would > >never be completed I packed up my meager belongings and moved on > >down the road myself. Many years later I found myself in the same > >area of Arkansas and out of curiosity I drove down to Hippie Hollow > >to see the old stomping grounds. The old dirt logging trail was now > >a paved road leading to an exclusive subdivision. Driving past the > >expensive homes I happened to spot a familar sight in one of back > >yards. The half-finished cordwood house was covered with steel > >siding and the large red clay rain jar still stood there unused amid > >the trees. I didn't like looking at it. It made me sad somehow. So I > >drove away and never went back. > > > >The Witness Tree > >Although the full moon is not present, it's affects are present. In >the background are two snow-capped mountains in the shape of >breasts. The night sky is a bit turbulent. In the foreground is a >man sitting at the base of a tree whose bare branches reach into the >night. This man is naked and waiting. He is staring into the night, >oblivious to what is above him. In the crux of the tree is a glass >container filled with water. It is in the shape of a half-moon, and >lit the color of the moon. From the side of this container peers a >woman. She is looking in his direction. She seems to sense his >presence, but it is not apparent that she sees him. > > > > >Moq_Discuss mailing list >Listinfo, Unsubscribing etc. >http://lists.moqtalk.org/listinfo.cgi/moq_discuss-moqtalk.org >Archives: >http://lists.moqtalk.org/pipermail/moq_discuss-moqtalk.org/ >http://moq.org.uk/pipermail/moq_discuss_archive/ Shoot for the moon. Even if you miss, you'll land among the stars... 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