Full Posts from Sun, 28 Sep 2008 00:36:38 -0400 http://www.thewaywest.com/blogs/WellLitPath.nsf http://www.thewaywest.com/blogs/WellLitPath.nsf/d6plinks/MTSZ-7JW7EYFood for thoughtMark T Schultzhttp://www.thewaywest.com/blogs/WellLitPath.nsf/d6plinks/MTSZ-7JW7EYhttp://www.thewaywest.com/blogs/WellLitPath.nsf/d6plinks/MTSZ-7JW7EYLately I have neither composed melody nor lyric, because music, however you follow its fragrance, requires the flower. Simple or complex, the blossom must open, the color be expressive and expressed: if that bud is all-potential, then the hand must wait for later summer, for more sun, for rain; and if the petals have stretched, dried and fallen, then the mind must imagine flowers, and the tongue will wait for spring.]]>Sun, 28 Sep 2008 00:36:38 -04000http://www.thewaywest.com/blogs/WellLitPath.nsf/CommentsRSS?Open&id=2D87B168F5BB6567852574D20019491Fhttp://www.thewaywest.com/blogs/WellLitPath.nsf/PostComment?RunAgent&id=2D87B168F5BB6567852574D20019491Fhttp://www.thewaywest.com/blogs/WellLitPath.nsf/d6plinks/MTSZ-7JE835GuidesMark T Schultzhttp://www.thewaywest.com/blogs/WellLitPath.nsf/d6plinks/MTSZ-7JE835http://www.thewaywest.com/blogs/WellLitPath.nsf/d6plinks/MTSZ-7JE835Michael James, on the practice of Sri Ramana Maharshi. From the Introduction to Happiness and the Art of Being.

"Happiness lies deep within us, in the very core of our being. Happiness does not exist in any external object, but only in us, who are the consciousness that experiences happiness.]]>Fri, 12 Sep 2008 01:08:55 -04000http://www.thewaywest.com/blogs/WellLitPath.nsf/CommentsRSS?Open&id=70704242C9DE08BB852574C2001C49EBhttp://www.thewaywest.com/blogs/WellLitPath.nsf/PostComment?RunAgent&id=70704242C9DE08BB852574C2001C49EBhttp://www.thewaywest.com/blogs/WellLitPath.nsf/d6plinks/MTSZ-7J45ZLNoneMark T Schultzhttp://www.thewaywest.com/blogs/WellLitPath.nsf/d6plinks/MTSZ-7J45ZLhttp://www.thewaywest.com/blogs/WellLitPath.nsf/d6plinks/MTSZ-7J45ZLFrom "can not imagine" to "will not accept"; from "will not surrender" to "can never forget". The layers and levels we uncover in meeting this our life challenge our small comforts.]]>Mon, 1 Sep 2008 23:24:05 -04000http://www.thewaywest.com/blogs/WellLitPath.nsf/CommentsRSS?Open&id=01D205992EA2E968852574B80012AF38http://www.thewaywest.com/blogs/WellLitPath.nsf/PostComment?RunAgent&id=01D205992EA2E968852574B80012AF38http://www.thewaywest.com/blogs/WellLitPath.nsf/d6plinks/MTSZ-7HBUSUPoetryMark T Schultzhttp://www.thewaywest.com/blogs/WellLitPath.nsf/d6plinks/MTSZ-7HBUSUhttp://www.thewaywest.com/blogs/WellLitPath.nsf/d6plinks/MTSZ-7HBUSUThe back of the Canadian $10 note bears the motto "In Service of Peace", and below it, a poem.

Although Lieut. Col. John McRae had been a doctor for years, and had served in the South African War, he could never dull himself to the suffering, the screams, and the blood, and had seen and heard enough in his dressing station to last a lifetime.]]>Fri, 8 Aug 2008 18:50:55 -04000http://www.thewaywest.com/blogs/WellLitPath.nsf/CommentsRSS?Open&id=591E1A601593F0388525749F007D7BC5http://www.thewaywest.com/blogs/WellLitPath.nsf/PostComment?RunAgent&id=591E1A601593F0388525749F007D7BC5http://www.thewaywest.com/blogs/WellLitPath.nsf/d6plinks/MTSZ-7HB6PFGuidesMark T Schultzhttp://www.thewaywest.com/blogs/WellLitPath.nsf/d6plinks/MTSZ-7HB6PFhttp://www.thewaywest.com/blogs/WellLitPath.nsf/d6plinks/MTSZ-7HB6PFFri-Sun., Aug. 22-24 Journey as Destination Earth-You-Sky (B3B) Bring yoga and awareness practices out of the studio and into the woods for a third-eye-opening weekend in the Whites. Crawford Notch car-camp promises great food, good company, and intermediate hikes to surrounding peaks; higher altitudes mean good phys. cond. is important. Cost of $55 includes 2 nights, dinn & bfst. Info about JAD series or to reg. contact L Mark Schultz.]]>Thu, 7 Aug 2008 23:59:02 -04000http://www.thewaywest.com/blogs/WellLitPath.nsf/CommentsRSS?Open&id=A86333723E9342FB8525749F0015DB5Bhttp://www.thewaywest.com/blogs/WellLitPath.nsf/PostComment?RunAgent&id=A86333723E9342FB8525749F0015DB5Bhttp://www.thewaywest.com/blogs/WellLitPath.nsf/d6plinks/MTSZ-7H8JP5EarthMark T Schultzhttp://www.thewaywest.com/blogs/WellLitPath.nsf/d6plinks/MTSZ-7H8JP5http://www.thewaywest.com/blogs/WellLitPath.nsf/d6plinks/MTSZ-7H8JP5An echinacea blossom sits in a vase on the kitchen table, slightly to the left of center, bowing in my direction. Some of these wildflowers are sturdier than most, and even cut retain their bearing, their color and form, for many days. There are people like that as well, keep blooming when the root is severed, because water is enough.]]>Wed, 6 Aug 2008 00:00:00 -04000http://www.thewaywest.com/blogs/WellLitPath.nsf/CommentsRSS?Open&id=2E8428F07CDFD1A38525749C004E111Chttp://www.thewaywest.com/blogs/WellLitPath.nsf/PostComment?RunAgent&id=2E8428F07CDFD1A38525749C004E111Chttp://www.thewaywest.com/blogs/WellLitPath.nsf/d6plinks/MTSZ-7H8846Food for thoughtMark T Schultzhttp://www.thewaywest.com/blogs/WellLitPath.nsf/d6plinks/MTSZ-7H8846http://www.thewaywest.com/blogs/WellLitPath.nsf/d6plinks/MTSZ-7H8846]]>Tue, 5 Aug 2008 01:10:37 -04000http://www.thewaywest.com/blogs/WellLitPath.nsf/CommentsRSS?Open&id=0BFCEDDE958F52ED8525749C001C6AF6http://www.thewaywest.com/blogs/WellLitPath.nsf/PostComment?RunAgent&id=0BFCEDDE958F52ED8525749C001C6AF6http://www.thewaywest.com/blogs/WellLitPath.nsf/d6plinks/MTSZ-7H87HYPoetryMark T Schultzhttp://www.thewaywest.com/blogs/WellLitPath.nsf/d6plinks/MTSZ-7H87HYhttp://www.thewaywest.com/blogs/WellLitPath.nsf/d6plinks/MTSZ-7H87HY]]>Tue, 5 Aug 2008 00:41:32 -04000http://www.thewaywest.com/blogs/WellLitPath.nsf/CommentsRSS?Open&id=BF5E4B509E5B53088525749C0019C15Fhttp://www.thewaywest.com/blogs/WellLitPath.nsf/PostComment?RunAgent&id=BF5E4B509E5B53088525749C0019C15Fhttp://www.thewaywest.com/blogs/WellLitPath.nsf/d6plinks/MTSZ-7H4A35NoneMark T Schultzhttp://www.thewaywest.com/blogs/WellLitPath.nsf/d6plinks/MTSZ-7H4A35http://www.thewaywest.com/blogs/WellLitPath.nsf/d6plinks/MTSZ-7H4A35"Pois, deus virou vida, assim mesmo: virou gramado, virou ar, foi respirado, e apenas então aprendeu perder..."

"Não diga." Meio-sorriso, rosto virado para que desconfiança seja oculta, perdida na sombra.

"Digo, sim, querida. Digo sim. As terras foram secas, os lagos apenas buracos no pele da planeta, ocávo, esperando..." Mas não quis saber.]]>Fri, 1 Aug 2008 02:51:20 -04001http://www.thewaywest.com/blogs/WellLitPath.nsf/CommentsRSS?Open&id=F532B75828FD1B89852574980025A512http://www.thewaywest.com/blogs/WellLitPath.nsf/PostComment?RunAgent&id=F532B75828FD1B89852574980025A512http://www.thewaywest.com/blogs/WellLitPath.nsf/d6plinks/MTSZ-7GR8AJSurrenderMark T Schultzhttp://www.thewaywest.com/blogs/WellLitPath.nsf/d6plinks/MTSZ-7GR8AJhttp://www.thewaywest.com/blogs/WellLitPath.nsf/d6plinks/MTSZ-7GR8AJI picture a circle of relatives, drawn together by circumstance, from distances and activities that kept the majority mere echoes to one another, voices from the past, children's faces, simple times. There is a circle of relatives standing around a hole cut into the earth, gestures turned to ashes, words turned to dust.

And in that gathering of grief, as though each had swallowed a stone, the weight of gravity drwing them down, as if to join the departed one.

When a child is born, the world makes a sound, small cry to large shout, a note come into being, and every one who hears that note says yes. Now, in our sadness and in our fear - mostly in our fear - we see a life departing, and say no.

But the word is not allowed: it is an anti-word, or the lack of a sound. It denies existence, when in fact that is all there is. You cannot say "void" without it suddenly being filled to overflowing with stars. You cannot make silence without the Word coming in to fill it. When a loved one passes, your head says no, but if you will love, your heart must bear the truth of it, there is only one word, for birth and for death, and for everything in between, and that word is yes. A lover leaves you: you must say yes. A husband, a wife, cannot find the way to stay in a marriage: you must say yes. Humans heap horrors upon other humans: you must acknowledge first, say yes, then do what must be done.

If my dear aunt had said no to her husband's disease, she would not have been able to care for him. She would not have had the strength to lift that frail body, and to help his spirit free from that failing container. If she had said no, the poor man would have had to make his own passage, as his partner would have denied the road existed.

But she said it, she said yes, and helped her husband leave this place.

Now she and we are left to inhabit it, andto that task we turn our faces now, as we turn them to the rising sun, as the day burns empiness out, colors each color, and names every living thing.

Even if it is said with sadness, and with a sigh: yes. ]]>Mon, 21 Jul 2008 01:20:46 -04001http://www.thewaywest.com/blogs/WellLitPath.nsf/CommentsRSS?Open&id=DD297F5BD7335D228525748D001D5FF3http://www.thewaywest.com/blogs/WellLitPath.nsf/PostComment?RunAgent&id=DD297F5BD7335D228525748D001D5FF3