Archive - Nov 12, 2006

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A Sick Cyclamen

Here is an extract from an email I just received from a friend in the Dharma.

The office cyclamen has been ailing for months. We though it was iron deficiency so we treated it for that and the leaves still yellowed. I finally figured out it was probably a disease and upon microscopic observation, I thought I detected a white something (fungus?) at the base of the stem so went on online and came up with probable diagnosis. I was so struck by the little sentence below that I thought to send it to you.
Take care.


It's not the load that breaks you down
- it's the way you carry it.


Here is the offertory sung at the end of the Remembrance Day ceremony :

We offer the merits of the recitation of these Scriptures and Invocations
for all those who have suffered as a consequence of war.
May all relinquish hatred and violence and realise the Truth.
So we remember everybody because on one level or another we all suffer as a consequence of war. And the need to relinquish hatred, on one level or another, is universal too.

The wind is rattling my door tonight, great gusts of air thrash around the stone buildings. My mind is drawn to those less fortunate.