Thank You

To the many who dropped, and continue to do so,
seeds of wisdom, love, friendship and learning:
Mindy, Jacob, Ben Avi, Boodha of course, Dad, Mom, Dena, Ely, Michael, M. Fagin, Y. Posner, M. Koch, T. Hogan (always there), C. E. Boles, Curtis Besinger, Ludwig von Beethoven, C. Thyssen, E. Thyssen, R. Lovland, Jim Morrison, P. Metheny, B. Berkebile, the Hawk that sat outside my window, M. Bloom, Rachel Berlman, Bernard Gately, Jack London, Andy Bettman, D. Luckey, John Heider, Mr. Wright, George Nakashima, Alvar Aalto, J. Visser, Bill W. & Dr. Bob, M. Weiner, J. Wright (where are you?), J. "Flash" Fleisher, Ken Kern, Charles Kilgen III (friends forever), L. Mooney, L. Chirea, that deer who came to my house, R. Beegle, Abrham L. Hess, Helen Auerbach, Henry Hess, O. Mountain Oak, H. Daniel, Rav Fleisher, A. Bornstein, Rav S. Talve, Rav J. Goodman, D. Hollander, T. Woolsey, B. Benjamin, Paul Keebler, Basho, Bruce Goff, M. O'Connor, J. Page, the doctors and staff at Children's Hospital St. Louis, Anne J., P. Chodron, J. Flotken, Joelle (a soul true to herself), Helen P., D. Droege, Kate P., Dr. P. Smith, Anais Nin, Oriah Mountain Dreamer, M.J. Colagiovanni, Ghandi, J. Adorney (music that healed), G. Black, Verlee Lamb Clark, J. Fitzgerald, B.K.S. Iyengar, Gefen, S. Schwartz, D. Polinsky and many new friends lately and all of those anonymous souls on the path.
I am deeply indebted to my spiritual advisor, Victor, who has opened my eyes to love, peace, especially forgiveness and the courage to live within and cherish life as it is.

And my apologies to those that I may have not remembered.

11 October 2010

Unfolding

One day about 1995 I was home, restless and wondering where life was next going to take me. I had just left that world of "business" and glad for it. I went to the front door to get the mail....and....standing right there at my front door was a deer. This is really true. We looked each other in the eyes for a lengthy time....it really was a timeless amount of time. That gaze was knowing and yet mysterious. We are not meant to "understand" things like this in a way that we know. Then a car drove by, the passenger sees the deer and shouts. The deer turns and runs off. I stand there, with a tearful eye, and knowing life like never before. I came in and drew this little blue sketch, it is called "Unfolding". And you could now listen to a CD called "Touching Silk" by Frank Steiner, Jr. This is some smooth music! Unfolding.
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