Yet another update
Jun. 21st, 2005 10:43 amThis weekend I went to the Season Opener for the BIMC at Maryhill, and welcomed the sun for Summer Solstice. It was quite good, and then I went to a gun show, and then I went to my Grandmothers for a potluck, and then I rejected a house for rent. It's all good, actually. Next weekend? Crisis/Medical for Harmony Event Medicine for the Northwest String Summit.
I keep moving stuff to the Temporary Digs. The Goddess of Real Estate has not yet given me a House, but I may wait until there is more of a buyer's market to buy, and just rent. Internship questions are looming again, and this also is worth postponing buying an expensive house. Stay tuned.
I have accepted a teaching position at Willamette University to teach undergraduate students a class regarding the Psychology of Addiction in the Fall.
I have been training hard for Karatedo, and my belt test is tomorrow. I'm probably ready to test. Class tonight is a simulated test, and I'll know then. I'm nervous, but I can do this.
Work is going OK. No progress on my Dissertation.
What am I thinking about? Nici13 posted, in discordian fashion, in response to my post where I wrote that I will continue to hurt others for a long time unintentionally: "I believe everyone chooses their own pain, what may 'hurt' one person will not 'hurt' another. I believe I can choose an action that may not be in my best interest and conflict with another person's needs, but I can't 'hurt' them, that alone, is their choice". I'm still processing, but it works with some guilt and self-doubt that I have been experiencing that has been slowing me down. Thank you, representative of Malcolypse The Younger.
I keep moving stuff to the Temporary Digs. The Goddess of Real Estate has not yet given me a House, but I may wait until there is more of a buyer's market to buy, and just rent. Internship questions are looming again, and this also is worth postponing buying an expensive house. Stay tuned.
I have accepted a teaching position at Willamette University to teach undergraduate students a class regarding the Psychology of Addiction in the Fall.
I have been training hard for Karatedo, and my belt test is tomorrow. I'm probably ready to test. Class tonight is a simulated test, and I'll know then. I'm nervous, but I can do this.
Work is going OK. No progress on my Dissertation.
What am I thinking about? Nici13 posted, in discordian fashion, in response to my post where I wrote that I will continue to hurt others for a long time unintentionally: "I believe everyone chooses their own pain, what may 'hurt' one person will not 'hurt' another. I believe I can choose an action that may not be in my best interest and conflict with another person's needs, but I can't 'hurt' them, that alone, is their choice". I'm still processing, but it works with some guilt and self-doubt that I have been experiencing that has been slowing me down. Thank you, representative of Malcolypse The Younger.
*big smiles*
Date: 2005-06-21 11:17 am (UTC)Re: *big smiles*
Date: 2005-06-21 03:00 pm (UTC)**puffs out chest proudly**
She was my friend first!! I have good taste in friends! Happy dance! Happy dance!!
Re: *big smiles*
Date: 2005-06-21 04:22 pm (UTC)You have great taste in friends. Hail Eris!
Love, Grim
Re: *big smiles*
Date: 2005-06-21 05:01 pm (UTC)but i'm glad you let me hang around anyways :D
Re: *big smiles*
Date: 2005-06-21 04:21 pm (UTC)"We are all mad here..."
Date: 2005-06-21 04:48 pm (UTC)the power of love came, and I became everlasting power.
My eye is satiated, my soul is bold, I have the heart of a lion, I
have become shining Venus.
He said, "You are not mad, you are not appropriate to this
house"; I went and became mad, I became bound in shackles.
He said, "You are not intoxicated; go, for you belong not to
this party"; I went and became intoxicated, I became overflowing
with joy.
He said, "You are not slain, you are not drenched in joy";
before his life-giving face I became slain and cast down.
He said, "You are a clever little man, drunk with fancy and
doubt"; I became a fool, I became straightened, I became
plucked up out of all.
He said, "You have become a candle, the qibla of this assem-
bly"; I am not of assembly, I am not candle, I have become
scattered smoke.
He said, "You are shaikh and headman, you are leader and
guide"; I am not shaikh, I am not leader, I have become slave
to your command.
He said, "You have pinions and wings, I will not give you
wings and pinions"; in desire for his pinions and wings I became
wingless and impotent*.
New fortune said to me, "Go not on the way, do not become
pained, for out of grace and generosity I am now coming to you."
Old love said to me, "Do not move from my breast"; I said,
"Yes, I will not, I am at rest and remain."
You are the fountain of the sun, I am the shadow of the
willow; when You strike my head, I become low and melting.
My heart felt the glow of the soul, my heart opened and split,
my heart wove a new satin, I became enemy of this ragged one.
The form of the soul at dawn swaggered insolently; I was a
slave and an ass-driver, I became king and lord.
Your paper gives thanks for your limitless sugar, for it came
into my embrace, and I dwelt in it.
My darkling earth gives thanks for my bent sky and sphere,
for through its gaze and circling I became light-receiving.
The sphere of heaven gives thanks for king and kingdom and
angel, for through his generosity and bounty I have become
bright and bountiful.
The gnostic of God gives thanks that we have outraced all;
above the seven layers* I have become a shining star.
I was Venus, I became the moon, I became the two hundred-
fold sky; I was Joseph, henceforth I have become the waxing
Joseph*.
Famous moon, I am yours, look upon me and yourself, for
from the trace of your smile I have become a smiling rosegarden.
Move silently like a chessman, yourself all tongue, for through
the face* of the king of the world I have become happy and
blissful.
* "Impotent": i.e. "plucked clean of feathers."
* "The seven layers": the seven heavens.
* Joseph, after coming up from the well, waxed in beauty and
power.
* "The face": a pun on "rukh", which also means "rook".
Translation by A.J. Arberry
Mystical Poems of Rumi, 1
University of Chicago Press, March 1974
Re: "We are all mad here..."
Date: 2005-06-23 09:14 am (UTC)AND she reads Rumi. Beth, you find good friends. *grin*