The lad in Vermont celebrates his birthday.
A rose to his mother.
Bennacht / Blessing
On the day whenthe weight deadenson your shouldersand you stumble,may the clay danceto balance you.And when your eyesfreeze behindthe grey windowand the ghost of lossgets in to you,may a flock of colours,indigo, red, green,and azure bluecome to awaken in youa meadow of delight.
When the canvas frays
in the currach of thought
and a stain of ocean
blackens beneath you,
may there come across the waters
a path of yellow moonlight
to bring you safely home.
May the nourishment of the earth be yours,
may the clarity of light be yours,
may the fluency of the ocean be yours,
may the protection of the ancestors be yours.
And so may a slow
wind work these words
of love around you,
an invisible cloak
to mind your life.
(Poem by John O'Donohue)
Question: What is the sound of one, family, gathering?Find out.
Response: Where are you?
Invocation for Raising Windhorse
om ah hung The assembly of the three jewels-Buddha, Dharma and Sangha.
The three roots-Guru, Deva and Dakini; gods and sages;
The three protectors-mahasattvas-Manjushri, Avalokiteshvara and Vajrapani; Jayadeva, PadmaTöterang and the vidyadharas of India and Tibet;
The glorious protector, Ganapadi with the divine armies of dralas
The five patron gods
The great being Gesar, and so on
All those gods of the cosmic lineage who command coincidence,
To all of those, I offer clouds of real and imagined good offerings, I supplicate you: with kindness, please grant your blessings.
Curses, spells, burial sorcery, döns, obstructing spirits, obstacles and so on. May all these signs of the weakening and corruption of windhorse be pacified.
Strife, enmity, scandal, warfare, lawsuits, recurrent calamity and so on,
Pacify all such obstructing discord. Multiply the power and strength of the virtuous windhorse, the four legged miracle.
Please accomplish the spiritual and temporal, supreme and ordinary siddhas.
And without exception, whatever mind desires.
om wagi shwari mum
om mani peme hung
om vajrapani hung
om ah hung
om ah hung vajra guru pema siddhi hung
om ham ksha ma la wa ra ya ha ha hi hi he he ho ho sarwa vijaya siddhi hung
tak seng khyung druk di yarkyé
Gather all, sarwa, gather gather hoRouse all our life, virtue and glorious windhorse, higher and higher!
Karma Choling (Barnet VT) Shanbhala Shrine
(Photo by Michael Davis)
The playwright John van Druten, who adapted Christopher Isherwood’s novel “Goodbye to Berlin” into the play “I Am a Camera,” the show that made Ms. Harris a star in 1952 (and later became the source material for the musical “Cabaret”), referred to her in a 1955 interview with The New York Times Magazine, as a glass pitcher.
“You pour in red wine, the pitcher looks red; pour in crème de menthe, it is green,” van Druten said. “When she’s by herself, Julie’s almost transparent, almost nonexistent.”
(--from, New York Times, Julie Harris, Celebrated Actress of Range and Intensity, Dies at 87, by Bruce Weber, 24Aug2013. She died on the 24th)