Yes, there will always be disasters, as we have witnessed via LCD, multiple disasters sprinkled liberally throughout the extremes of this angered weather year, this year of revelation. Riveting disasters which required round the clock reporting and reading. I thought it was strange, as mentioned in my last post. It was the number of victims and smearing of those whom bore the misfortune of having hosted disaster when taken together, appeared as a commonality. Summer, I refer to only two seasons anymore, hot and cold, summer - hot - certainly holds an interesting turn of sizzling events and that would be, of course, ISIS, let's add a CR before the ISIS.
A list of the events that stand out:
Ukraine/EU/Russia and uh, us. (included as a semi-umbrella crisis)
Turkish Mine disaster
The Nigerian schoolgirls
Korean students ferry capsized
Flight MH370
And now, ISIS. As if all the other disasters were a lead up to this one. Make no mistake, we are in OrwellLand at this point.
Media is reeling with speculation. If speculation is your thing, then its a beggar's banquet, I prefer not to speculate, I prefer to absorb. When we speculate we are guilty of passing paranoid judgement on events over which we are not physically present. Opinions are not speculation. Speculation is just the traveling carnies' sideshow, they're not going to part with their Kewpie dolls.
While we are so occupied with the Karmic twists, as is desired, we won't notice the Earth is in collapse. That buys time to launch the carbon observatory satellite and then, they too, will have perhaps something that by all means natural should override ISIS, but ... probably not. There are more immediate fortunes to be made from war and resource extraction. Although economically, nations showing less carbon levels will be eager to emulate western mistakes and bring it on just to the very tip of allowed levels.
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Aye Sis, "Land We Love" is for sale, at the right price. Paradise to carbon burning western emulation 'development'.
Pics coming.
turey.
Iman, your whole country could be one beautiful self-sustaining paradise. An example to the world! I am sure the greater portion of the population would do it and could do it ... if it weren't for chasing the Devil's dollar.
respects/prayers
onelove
You got it Nina. We could!
All hands on deck and all angels report for duty.
turey.
Woodcutters and fishermen know just how to
use things.
What would they do with fancy chairs and
meditation platforms?
In straw sandals and with bamboo staff, I
roam three thousand worlds,
Dwelling by the water, feasting on the wind,
year after year.
- Ikkyu
[from the book, 'Ikkyu: Wild Ways'. Translated by John Stevens]
No moon on the best night for moon viewing;
I sit alone near the iron candle stand and
quietly chant old tunes -
The best poets have loved these evenings
But I just listen to the sounds of the rain and
recall the emotions of past years.
- Ikkyu
Some critic tried to put me down -
"Your poems lack the Basic Truth of Tao."
And I recall the old timers
Who were poor and didn't care.
I have to laugh at him,
He misses the point entirely,
Men like that
Ought to stick to making money.
- Hanshan [Cold Mountain]
Goats and drought struck. Some pics eventually.
Ites, turey.
Would like very much to see your photos, Turey. Thank you for letting us know.
onelove
What I do every day
Is nothing special:
I simply stumble around.
What I do is not thought out,
Where I go is unplanned.
No matter who tries to leave their mark,
The hills and dales are not impressed.
Collecting firewood and carrying water
Are prayers that reach the gods.
Face to face,
Speaking of what is unborn.
- Layman P'ang
Drought still. Showing what survives. Pomagranate, West Indian cherry, cacti.....
Pics coming.
turey.
To all us desert rats and lovers of mountains and lakes too. We lost a great one this past couple of days ago. Chuck Bowden,journalist and writer of many fine books. Some disturbing but always dealing with ecology and the human condition. Read him if you can.
He got his wish to die in the desert. If I know Chuck he's probably hanging with The Virgin of Guadalupe, having a couple of beers and trying to steal a kiss or two.
Scrap
For Chuck Bowden, written by his curmudgeonly friend Ed Abbey.
Benedicto: May your trails be crooked, winding, lonesome, dangerous,
leading to the most amazing view.
May your rivers flow without end,
meandering through pastoral valleys tinkling with bells,
past temples and castles and poets' towers
into a dark primeval forest
where tigers belch and monkeys howl,
through miasmal and mysterious swamps
and down into a desert of red rock,
and down again into a deep vast ancient unknown chasm
where bars of sunlight blaze on profiled cliffs,
where deer walk across the white sand beaches,
where storms come and go
as lightning clangs upon the high crags,
where something strange and more beautiful
and more full of wonder than
your deepest dreams waits for you--
beyond that next turning of the canyon walls.
Edward Abbey
Spectral Mr. Wood. You and Turey have held this blog together in my absence very well! You two together present a theme of loss and resurrection. My favorite subjects which always involve long, connecting trains of thought. Gifts, for which I am grateful.
Turey, you are a roots man for real. Your architectural style in the compound is crushall.
Praises
I will reveal shortly to the public the proper way to live up is as Nature's steward.
Aye Sis. As correction for the braziletto wood used, we're planting the seeds in the dogs used mackrel tins, later transplant to recycled plastic buckets. Drought inhibited so far but with a little encouragement, I'll have more than the surviving 4 next year.
The dogs want to live with me under the thatched roof, they finally took over the downstairs.
The howling concerts are amazing.
Later, turey.
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