When the universe has other ideas

The lunch wagons are kinda loosely ‘scheduled’ near the office. Sometimes there’s the one you expect and on days like today there’s not. I went down towards the area and headed back in the direction of the office. Instead of taking the sidewalk I walked on the pavement. This downed dove chick has a hurt wing and was here by the curb. She wouldn’t let me scoop her up to help her onto the dirt away from traffic. I messaged a friend from the office who came down and helped get her up off the pavement. There are bushes she can hide under until she heals a bit more. 


To transform what is

20170512_120231“You know, if we understand one question rightly, all questions are answered. But we don’t know how to ask the right question. To ask the right question demands a great deal of intelligence and sensitivity. Here is a question, a fundamental question: is life a torture? It is, as it is; and man has lived in this torture centuries upon centuries, from ancient history to the present day, in agony, in despair, in sorrow; and he doesn’t find a way out of it. Therefore he invents gods, churches, all the rituals, and all that nonsense, or he escapes in different ways. What we are trying to do, during all these discussions and talks here, is to see if we cannot radically bring about a transformation of the mind, not accept things as they are, nor revolt against them. Revolt doesn’t answer a thing. You must understand it, go into it, examine it, give your heart and your mind, with everything that you have, to find out a way of living differently. That depends on you, and not on someone else, because in this there is no teacher, no pupil; there is no leader; there is no guru; there is no Master, no Saviour. You yourself are the teacher and the pupil; you are the Master; you are the guru; you are the leader; you are everything. And to understand is to transform what is.

I think that will be enough, won’t it?”

― Jiddu Krishnamurti


20170509_150250This past Saturday night I was at a birthday party for one of my musician friends. I joined them on stage with one of my Irish whistles for a few rounds of improvisation. This was a wake up call for me to get back in practice with my whistle.