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Be prepared to be ‘amused’.

Impressive close up, impressive at a distance. Had a grand day out today.

Remembrance – Rev. Myfanwy a blog post on the Throssel blog. There are links to two posts from last year where her friends and family and sangha members posted their memories of their encounters with the Reverend. I find it rather touching to read those comments again now.

And while we are remembering, have a thought for all those caught up in the devastating temperatures along the West side of North America. In particular the village of Lytton which was almost totally destroyed by fire.

This quote has been sitting in the draft section waiting to be published. Yes, indeed we do walk our talk, best we can. To not walk our talk and believe we are. Is delusion.

Surrender the need for the world to be ordered according to a conception of justice, logic, rational motives, and the ‘truth’.
Develop the stamina to live in accordance with one’s highest aspiration. To walk your talk.

Author unknown.

Just sayin’, nothing more than that. A reminder, not an accusation.

This post is for all those who grieve their loves and losses. Love, beyond all conception of what that word conveys, never dies.

No, I am not about to die. And yes too! Any moment our mortality will catch up with us and then we ‘walk on’. And those awaiting their moment will walk on too. Words of guidance below.

When I die
Give what’s left of me away
To children
And old men that wait to die.
And if you need to cry,
Cry for your brother
Walking the street beside you.
And when you need me,
Put your arms
Around anyone
And give them
What you need to give to me.

I want to leave you something,
Something better
Than words
Or sounds.
Look for me
In the people I’ve known
Or loved,
And if you cannot give me away,
At least let me live on in your eyes
And not your mind.

You can love me most
By letting
Hands touch hands,
By letting bodies touch bodies,
And by letting go
Of children
That need to be free.
Love doesn’t die,
People do.
So, when all that’s left of me
Is love,
Give me away.

By Merrit Malloy

Photo by Mark Rowan – as always ‘many thanks’.