“Then what do you depend on? My own internal reactions. I read myself, not the person in front of me. I always know a lie because I want to turn my back on the liar.”
Frank Herbert

Chapter House Dune

Flowers in the Guns

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I don’t recall how I came across this twitter update:

But when I did it sent me back … way back … I kept it open and began a search until I found what I was looking for:

I drew this picture when we were living in Los Angeles. I was apparently into my 10th year of life, still attending a Jewish school (where I believe I lost any connections I may have still had to Judaism) which was a “base” for the Jewish community in that area (the synagogue we attended was on the same campus). One day we were notified that a famous Israeli poet/singer – Naomi Shemer – was coming to give a concert and that there would be some kind of drawing competition. I drew this drawing and I was one of the lucky winners.

Our prize included going up on stage and shaking her hand or giving her flowers or something like that (doesn’t figure, I won, shouldn’t she be giving me flowers?). What I remember is a few hectic moments and a fat sweaty woman.

This is one of her most famous, powerfully entrenched in the Israeli psyche, songs Jerusalem of Gold performed by a popular Israeli rock band (ironically called “Hayehudim” – which translates as “The Jews”):

Thank you Trystan for the flash-down memory lane 🙂

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Twitter Weekly Updates for 2010-10-03

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  • My teacher has changed my morning #Pranayama practice – seems to be about surrender: http://bit.ly/coE2i5 #Yoga #
  • every once in a while a strange flag appears in my site-stats reading about Ubuntu – usually an up&coming country – proud 2b on #Ubuntu #
  • loving love is an addiction too #
  • "Greed&thoughtless consumption of1st World causes gr8 harm in othr parts of world &destroys our common human heritage." http://bit.ly/9nUrhN #
  • RT @msurman The Document Foundation: this is a part of the future I want. http://bit.ly/dshMnJ RT @patrickf #
  • a challenge with spiritual questions isnt 2 solve them but rather 2 stay in touch with them, to keep them relevant & vital as life changes #
  • @msurman Keepnote open-source alternative to Evernote http://bit.ly/9kkhax stores HTML files so ez2sync w/Dropbox – don't know about Android in reply to msurman #

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I Shakuhachi – October 2, 2010

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Demanding peace

click to play shakuhachi

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I Shakuhachi – September 29, 2010

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Shakuhachi has recently found its way back into my being – it’s been a while since I’ve made a shakuhachi recording.

This world is not meant for me … still looking for one that is.

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dedicated to a stranger walking the earth with my name.

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Her Breath My Shoulder

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I sleep on the left side of the bed and Andreea sleeps on the right. A couple of nights ago I draped my hand over her body and my left shoulder hurt (my left shoulder, in spirit with my left dynamics, has been sensitive lately and requires caring attention). I moved away from her to relieve my shoulder – I felt I was with her for only a few seconds. The following morning I told her about my experience and she said I actually had my arm around her for a long time. Apparently I was not very conscious of time.

Then yesterday night, in the early morning hours, I turned to her again, slid into a spooning position and placed my arm around her and again my shoulder began to ache – but this time I was more conscious. I chose to surrender to the pain, to contain it consciously and peacefully. Very quickly I found myself in tune with her breathing – every breath moving my shoulder gently – a healing movement. It was a moment of perfection – a blissful connection.

Only a few seconds had gone by and I felt an itch in my nose and though I tried to move away I didn’t make it in time. I sneezed violently in her ear,disturbed her sleep, she moved and the moment was gone. Apparently that’s what happens when I am conscious of time 🙂

We should spoon more often.

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