July 19th, 2006

Brown-eyed Stare

Today's Daily Om: Meditation with Mala Beads

I don't own any mala beads, but I'd like to. When I sat meditation on a
weekly basis, part of the monthly discipline included chanting, and I
think our group leader (sensei?) used mala beads to mark the count of
the chant (similar to using a rosary, each time you chant a phrase, your
fingers move one bead: when you get back to the big bead, you've done
one "round"). Chanting for compassion (something like
"kwan-seh-am-pol-sahl" in Korean) was used to chant for instilling and
increasing compassion, both for specific others and for the world as a
whole. I liked the space my mind went when we chanted - I get to the
same space sometimes when I'm singing w/the choir.

Have a good Wednesday, and enjoy the Om.

A Mindful Progression: Meditation With Mala Beads

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Brown-eyed Stare

An update....

Yes, I'm up, and have been for a while. No, don't laugh (or at least,
if you do, try to do it quietly). I know it's rare for me to be speaking
English (or typing it, as the case may be) before 10am, but it's
happening. Take a picture. :-P :-)
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Brown-eyed Stare

I don't want to work, I just want to bang on the drum all day.

Today's Nine at 9 from 1983 on KMTT (repeats at 9 tonight, as well):

1. The Tubes: She's a Beauty
2. David Bowie: Let's Dance
3. Def Leppard: Photograph
4. The Police: Every Breath You Take
5. Peter Tosh: Johnny Be Good
6. J.Geils: Bang On The Drum
7. Men At Work: Ghosts Appear & Fade Away (?)
8. Prince: Little Red Corvette
9. The Plimsouls: A Million Miles Away

Me at the time? Short hair (shaved in back, puffed on top), braces, a
swishy red miniskirt and red-n-white striped sailor top, and white Keds
with white ankle-socks. Oh, and a rather confused teenage mind (given).

*smiles* I think Linda's right: youth is wasted on the young.
Brown-eyed Stare

Come hear Uncle John's Band

Gods bless whoever thought to play it this morning:

Come hear Uncle John's Band, by the riverside.
Got some things to talk about, here beside the rising tide.
Come hear Uncle John's band, playing to the tide.
Come on along, or go alone,
He's come to take his children home.
Whoa-oh, what I want to know:
How does the song go?

-- The Grateful Dead: Uncle John's Band
Brown-eyed Stare

A nice message from far away

One of my previous clients (from the pharmacy I worked at) just left me
a message. She's deaf, and calls through video relay (and the
translator left me the vm). She used to come see me (and get her scrips
from our pharmacy) because I'd taken a sign language class, and knew
enough to understand her. And a few times, when she was short, I helped
her out by getting her kitties some cat food and litter (at one point,
she had over 10 cats, including a large litter of kittens). She used to
come by and teach me a new sign or two every other week, and we'd chat
sometimes via AIM. She was really sweet and caring when my Charlotte
died - she and her husband got me a sympathy car, and had the cats
"sign" it, too.

Today, she called to let me know she's working again (this time in a job
she likes), and that she's doing well, as are her husband and cats - the
babies have been adopted out, and she's only got the adults now. She
hopes I'm doing fine, and am having a good time "out in the west."

*smiles* It's nice to be remembered, and to know that she and her
husband and kitty-babies are doing well. And it's odd to think that
it's been over a year since I've seen her. I miss "chatting" in sign
with her.