Over in Cyprus, on a Mediterranean beach two dogs follow a lone blogger artist. One dog is lame and the other is both deaf and lacks a sense of smell. And those dogs link back to Odin the Wanderer, read on…
Thought is short and memory long. Odin was worshipped by the Norsemen (Vikings) as the Allfather. This religion died out over a thousand years ago leaving Odin to wander through the legendary “fading” until the final battle, Ragnarok. The final showdown between good and evil.
From Thole Man
I’ve always been attracted to wanderin’. The only vinyl record I ever owned was Lee Marvin singing (as only he can), “I was born under a wanderin’ star” from Paint Your Wagon (1969). Even then I thought is was my song. And if I remember rightly on the B side was a young Clint Eastward drawling, I talk to the stars but they don’t listen to me.
This evening, walking back to my room after meditation, the big dipper (or the plough) was hanging huge and high in the night sky. What an incredible place this is.
Sitting in stillness can solve a lot of problems.
It takes awhile to get a sense of training, and it will not be long until others sense your training.
Thoughts come, thoughts go, it is important not to ackowledge any unseemly thoughts. Discard bad thoughts and hold on to good thoughts.
Meditation, even for 20 minutes a day is good. Singapore practices the Mahayana School, and Thailand practices the Theravada School.
Rev Mugo…this brought a real smile to my face…as a child when my father was feeling really good, he would take out his “Paint Your Wagon” album, carefully dust it off and place it on the stereo and then in his very deep, Lee Marvin voice he would sing along with it! It was a warm feeling for me as well….many times when my dad would listen, it would be night and there at 10,000 feet in the Rockies…I looked out and up into the stars…and saw the Big Dipper and even the Milky Way was clearly visible. A nice memory to have this morning before going to work!
in gassho…Jack
Good grief! Was that film really really released as far back as 1969? You must be kidding us …
Thomas Merton speaks of the brilliant stars and the icy cold as he walks from his hermitage down to the abbey at Gethsemani at 3:00 am, and returning, of the simple act of boiling water for tea.