MY FLOWERING KARMA

 (Problem while downloading photos from my visit to the performance in Central park Sunday, I got a message saying "photos can't be saved. Remove some photos". I don't want to lose the photos I saved, but never-mind for now, I found a temporary work-around.)

FREE SUNDAY
2-4PM

Harlem Meer Central Park

 Everyone was dancing free form 
The Band
"The Queens Cartoonists"
Jazz inspired by cartoons 

Elders and youngsters together

and every one in between
Families at ease

4PM
Heading Home

 "Let there be songs to fill the air"

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MONDAY
1.
Listening to CD Book
Read by the author
A fairly dry, fact heavy history of the Supreme Court

2.
I'm rereading a favorite Fiction
"The invincible appeal of this book is in it formidably charming characters and in the multitude of intelligent reflections on pets, burnt out cars, learning and scholarship and much,much more."

 In the evening, two hours with my writing group. We are having an Art show opening on the 20th with each of us performing a written piece as well and the art will hang through August. I've been working on finishing this drawing due the 16th.

 ~*~

WEDNESDAY
This and that until evening,
then sitting Zazen at the Zendo
6-8PM

 Quick trip to Trader Joe
Home
Before rain falls

~*~

FOUND
While searching for something else, I stumbled upon this in an old letter to a friend (Grace Forest):
'Your Karma is the flowering of impressions from the past, the memory of which exists encoded in the neurons of your nervous system. When triggered, each appearance of it presents an opportunity for deeper understanding and the possibility of escaping further suffering by being conscious enough to make a choice of how you act, rather than simply reacting in the usual way.'
~*~

PARTY the NIGHT BEFORE ELECTION

The Performance Project at

University Settlement,145 Eldridge Street, NY.NY.

November 7th 2016

Performance and Party

Everybody Danced.  There were little kids and teens, Adults from twenty to Seventy, Many ethnic origins,
Lots of Joy.

"Peace Out"

LINK
http://www.universitysettlement.org/us/programs/arts/

Going Home

~*~

EIGHT DAYS

Monday 

8.5.13

First of three sessions with Isadora Duncan troupe--assembled in her name, we were a mixed group of women between the ages of 20-80 years stumbling through the forms, then prancing, and all at once, just for a moment, it became an opportunity to let go, like children.  I can't photograph on location...so, I've included a short video at the bottom of this post to illustrate what we might have looked like.


Tuesday 
8.6.'13

Early evening brings a Community Council picnic party hosted by the Thirteenth precinct at the playground right on my corner

My friends, Fred Fassberger and Laurie Arts at their most popular caricature booth

above-Fred at work
below-Laurie working

I love my portrait by Fred

Post Script
A very reluctant Super reattached my stove.  We await Con Ed's convenience to turn on the gas.

Wednesday

8.7.'13

Off to the farm market again for lantana to plant at the church garden whenever the weather seems right.

On the way home I pinch-pruned two heavy draping sweet potato vines

Rooting for propagation 

Culture Note

"On this day in 1934, the U.S. Court of Appeals ruled that the novel Ulysses, by James Joyce (books by this author), was not obscene. It had been banned in the United States in 1920, and though it was a big-seller on the black market, and Joyce knew he was losing a lot of money to pirate publishers, the only way to fight the ban was to provoke the government into a new obscenity trial. So in 1933, Random House decided to import a single version of the French edition of Ulysses, and the company had people waiting at the New York docks for the book's arrival. It was a hot day and the U.S. Customs inspector didn't want to be bothered with another inspection, but the Random House people made sure that one book was seized. Random House and Joyce appealed, and the judge, John Woolsey, ruled that it was not pornographic. In his judicial opinion, Judge Woolsey wrote,
 "In respect of the recurrent emergence of the theme of sex in the minds of his characters, it must always be remembered that his locale was Celtic and his season Spring." 
 -NPR The Writers Almanac-

The moody day turned into damp evening, and the monthly meditation with Joan Suval at 7:30, 5 blocks West-- 
"Don't rely on your mind for liberation.  It is the mind that brought you into bondage.  Go beyond it altogether." 
-Sri Nisargadatta Maharaj-
There were delicious cookies after, then, I walked slowly home with the wind.  Later it poured.
Lovely sleeping weather.

Thursday

8.8.'13

 
Still waiting.  Had a cordial conversation with the very helpful Mrs. Walker of Con Edison customer service, who simply detailed the events by date, and helped me understand, that the plumbers timing was off (he started the work before gaining permits, and filed the request for inspection prematurely) and that started the cascade which leaves us in the current condition (pushed to the bottom of the long list of service appointments).
So, I cleaned rooms, made salads, read blogs, and finished a poem

The Forest Library

Inspired by  Teri Windling
« Into the Woods, 21: Up in the trees

And let us not forget the fallen ones--
trees that storms brought down. 

Under ground, deep roots are crawlin' along--
weaving themselves together to form

one perfect, airy, earth-sized root ball-- 
containing the collective memory of them all.

Friday

8.9.'13
Day #18 of 'still waiting'.
Took a trip to the library to pick up the Raymond Chandler short stories discs, and a trip round the garden just to see it, but I really can't recall the tens of little gestures, or what the heck I did the rest of the day till evening when I took up waiting for the promised thunder storm which never arrived.


Saturday 
8.10.13
Now the slant of late afternoon light seeps through elaborate wrought-iron slats.  A fire-escape pattern zigzags across sheer curtains

blinking on and off
in time with clouds crossing the sun

The Loft Party
 
Commenced at 5PM.  Wendy and I arrived at 7.  Dancing, smiling, greeting, bop and break dancing, smiling, eating,  trance dancing, smiling, departure and the breezy walk home in this busy, busy City with bodies tired, minds relaxed,  we saw the midnight hour pass into Sunday.

Sight lines 

(after dancing)

So quiet in this precise moment here,
I can hear the high hum in my inner ear.

Distant cars, like ocean waves, roll in to shore.
Wave upon wave they come, curl, and are no more.

Hindsight? Foresight? Right or Wrong sight?
Day sight? Night sight? Dark and light sight?

It's Insight--Yes, insight's in my sight tonight.

Sunday

8.11.'13

 
Improvisation abounds today--naps and writing, and getting things in order for the week ahead.  I've confirmed travel plans for the end of August into September, registered for another three month session with my writing group, and pulled out the sewing projects to decide what to bring with me to the country, my heart full of happy anticipation.

Monday

8.12.'13

Tonight is the second session

Isadora