Lughnasa and the Waning Crescent of the Herme Moon<\/p>\n
Sunday and Monday gratefuls: The Trail to Cold Mountain. Off book. Kristie. Off meds? Sunday’s Ancientrails, forgotten. Unusual. The Ancient Brothers on love. A morning with Rich and Ron. Also about love. Burn away everything but love. Study today. Jewish identity. Cool and Foggy morning. Good sleeping. Ready for packing. Cable organizer. Reinforcing off book for the Trail to Cold Mountain. So many wonderful people in my life. Korea and Israel. Same continent. 5027 miles apart. [Osan to Jerusalem]<\/p>\n
Sparks of Joy and Awe: Good friends<\/p>\n
One brief shining: A bowl filled with strawberries, blueberries, black berries, and slices of mango sat by a wooden cutting board with lox heaped upon it next to a lazy susan with cream cheese, capers, cut onions, almonds warm cut bagels on my plate as Ron and Rich and I sat together talking mussar, parenting sons, writing, such a good morning.<\/p>\n
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I have now a surfeit of riches. Wealthier than I could have dreamed possible. And, yes, in terms of money, too. More important than money though friends and family who love me. Whom I also love. Who will open themselves to me and I to them. A wonderful morning yesterday as an example.<\/p>\n
The Ancient Brothers gathered on zoom to talk about love. Ode talked about Robert Bly’s connected universe, all atoms linked to each other in a grand chain of becoming. As are the atoms in each of us. Bill added Buckminster-Fuller’s Cosmic Plurality:<\/p>\n
“Cosmic Plurality”<\/strong><\/p>\n Environment to each must be<\/p>\n All there is, that isn’t me<\/p>\n Universe in turn must be<\/p>\n All that isn’t me AND ME<\/p>\n <\/p>\n Since I only see inside of me<\/p>\n What brain imagines outside me<\/p>\n It seems to be you may be me<\/p>\n If that is so, there’s only we<\/p>\n Me & we, too<\/p>\n Which love makes three<\/p>\n Universe<\/p>\n Perme — embracing<\/p>\n It-them-you-and we<\/p>\n <\/p>\n Paul offered Rilke:<\/p>\nWidening Circles<\/h2>\n