For who ? For ourselves. Did we do something, some ritual that affirmed our faith today ? In what ? In ourselves. Our ability to connect with our inner selves. For if we do not, who is this person that is working, loving, talking etc. It’s certainly not you.
It’s an everyday search for me. For that something that can put me in touch with myself. My connection to consciousness. My connection to loving nature.
Of course many people have faith. Which is a wonderful ability. I don’t have blind faith. I am more of a searcher. Questioner. Good, bad ? I don’t know. No value judgements on any faith or the question of faith. Or on myself.
Some people do it with meditation first thing in the morning. I have never been able to do that. I have to connect to something, however small, however little, to loose my sense of individuality. That’s the daily struggle. Against my own exaggarated sense of myself. I am so used to it. I have relied on it for so many years. So tough to let go now. Not that I have never questioned it before. But now, it is really important for me to be truly ‘active’ rather than ‘reactive’, which is what I have done most of my life. And how do I know what that ‘true’ action is ? Unless I am constantly in touch with something larger, more immense, more universal than myself ?
Yes I know. By letting go. By allowing yourself not to be addicted to the result of your action. By allowing chaos to invade your life. Yes, I agree. All of that. I do allow chaos to prevade in my life. I am impeteous (spelling). But then the individual in me fights back hard.
It’s an everyday battle. This battle to let go of one’s addiction to one’s sense of individuality.
Yet, the smallest of things can provoke the sensing of my flowing into something much much larger. Something infinite.
This morning it was my 5 year old daughter waking me up with a loud ‘Peekaboo’ and the tinkling of an early morning laugh.
Sometimes it;s just getting up early enough to watch the first shades of dark blue brush across the sky. Something deeply stirring about that.
Sometimes it’s unexpected gestures of affection that were not sought. Or given so instinctually that you were not aware of them.
Sometimes, it’s writing a poem. But only if the words are coming from somewhere else. As if something is flowing through you, a river of emotion you can physically feel that flows through your being.
But it is always so unexpected. So much that I am constantly aware now. My senses hightened. Waiting for that unexpected moment.
When something deeper will reach out and engulf me, and give my life, and all my actions, however small, a deeper and all encompassing context. On a daily basis.
So say a prayer for me. And for yourself.
Shekhar
I feel,
some humans are more afraid of the truth
than of harming others
Today, July 21st, marks the 80th swirl around the Sun
of one of my best and closest kindred spirit friend, who journeys through life with a passion for learning teaching discovering, finding solice in quiet presence around her within her and all those natural sounds and happenings in nature. She’s a splendid lovely force of nature herself, and has taught thousands of children through the Montessori lens, originally developed to foster and honour children’s gifts, each individually and collectively entwined bringing to the surface that which serves best for our health in body mind spirit, and I have been fortunate to witness such an unfolding through our time together in class and in our personal lives for decades. I can say without a doubt, my dearest friend of such a path has a legacy that will continue on generations to come, as does, Maria Montessori’s work and influence in education and humanatarian fields of study and living.
Ode to a magnificient 80 swirls around the Sun, Vicky Attwell, this day, a fullmoon tribute for a Lady who lives a full life, I love you, my kindred spirit 🙏🏼 Cinda
companies are using the word ‘ensure’ instead of guarantee, ‘we ensure your information will be kept private’
perhaps it’s a word that doesn’t hold a company legally responsible for any breech of privacy?
I’m wondering what AI really stands for, because there’s nothing artifical or intelligent, in most cases, about taking away someone’s right to privacy
where do our thoughts go…?
where do they come from…?
what made me write this…?
why do I ask these questions…?
It’s seldom I post a video here,
this one needs to be heard,
as perhaps, individually we need to be heard and seen…
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=OTQJmkXC2EI
One hundred fifty four years ago, on August 31, Maria Montessori was born in Italy, Mother of an Education system that is aimed at the wellbeing, safety and individual development of children in a natural simple way, that the world will be a more peaceful place in which to live as we honour and protect children in every country of this planet earth, our home for everyone to strive and grow in healthy collaborative ways. The Rights of children came first for Maria Montessori, and it is her hope for future generations to embrace such a belief.
Aum Shanthi Aum
Would someone in charge of the mainpage image, please renew it to something a bit easier on the eyes, more soothing and calming perhaps, thank you kindly. This image haas been up for many years now, they could probably use a rest 🙂
namaste,
Cinda
breech
breach
innocently mispelling a word can give the wrong meaning
one being: positioned in an unhealthy way for exiting a womb, entering a space physically independent of the mother, not following the law of physics
one being: positioned in an unhealthy way, not following the law set out by humans, a gap
every moment holds true to a beginning and an end
constant change
with no perceived interruption
from any invisible influences
humans and other forms
of life and death
in this realm
signifies this perpetual transition
simutaneously occuring effortlessly
forging its mark and legacy
in simplicity and undiscoverable intention
from places where
no language is
spoken
felt
experienced
no thing
is untrue
and
relative to our senses
when abled by another thing
that seems tangible
and measurable
then do we make inferences
appearing to be true
when aligned along an explanation
devoid of something
unseen
unheard
unfelt
yet
there
unthere
in
all
its appearances
experienced or not
the
no thing
is not
no thing
ever
it’s not necessairly so
the brain
said to computate information and find connections between what happens, how we individually and specifically store the information, and how we then accurately or not interrupt it.
where does the information and experiences get stored?
forgetting a piece of information, does it mean the information doesn’t exist anymore or does it mean we can’t find it?
is it much like a created construction site to renovate a part of a road, now detouring traffic to find another route to get to the destination? when something prevents our brain from accessing the information, the destination, are we capable of finding other routes to get to the piece of information we are in search of?
often, when i forget something, i ask my brain, ‘brain, where is the information ?’ usually, the answer will come within a day or before. this concept is based on, the brain being a sort of personal live map that finds and reads stored information, not that the information is in the brain itself, the brain being the vehicle to find ways to the information.
just one view of how:
some brains who forget a lot of stuff, probably have so much construction going on, washed out roads, broken down bridges, dead ends et cetera, it becomes difficult to navigate with what’s left to get to where the information is.
music seems to help brains find roads they never thought they had to certain kinds of information. a language already built into the gps system in the brain.
brains that remember a remarkable amount of information, could be operating with a sort of super highway, clear of traffic and debris, which allows those brains to quickly find what it’s looking for
i remember to come here and write my thoughts about things because there is a well traveled distinct path created from more than 18 years of returning to the same location. would i one day forget where this place is? what would be the cause of it? not that the place will be gone, or maybe it will, but if its still here and i am not able to find it, it would mean my brain has lost its ability to figure out how to get here, the place still being here (if it is) and the brain unable to find it. this leads me to think, all pieces of information and experiences exist, once they happen, it’s a matter of finding it or not, thereafter. does it mean, if we read a written message, even if the paper or computer was destroyed, the information remains, because we once read it and that atomatically stores it somewhere to be discovered ? i wonder. does this idea touch on the possibility of information being found from past lives in new brains reborn into new bodies, because the information got stored and once it gets stored it remains? i wonder…
seeing without looking
listening without hearing
sensing without feeling
feeling without touching
tasting without consuming
loving without reason
hospital
hospitable
able
an environment prepared for patients
patience from medical beings
patience from care givers
giving care
where
a difference is made
when attention is paid
anguish fade
where we stayed
once in illness
now in healthness
gratitude to the ones
who bring us through
from sickness to healing
until better we are feeling
it’s not the time
or
how long this has been going
threading
expressing
aligning to that which emerges upon
rest
chaos
sorrow
joy
hope
despair
everything
nothing
all the same and different in the same moment
how did this come to be ?
have we said a prayer today ?
when is today…and how do we think today is today ?
have we?
did we ?
according to each own’s meaning,
for me…yes, a prayer and many were said
in words
in thoughts
heard and unheard
perhaps,
we are the prayer of existence
making its way
in countless ways
too grand for our senses
the
aum
what’s in a date? the timeline, a specific pinpointed moment recorded by instrumentation exist here on earth created mostly by humans observing the light and shadows passing from one object to another, looking to the sky and noticing what is happening at specific points during sunness and darkness. What a marvel of ideas coming and going together accentuating existence during a period of coming and going… time
about 19 years ago…this thread started, or did it start as an idea centuries past and made its way here on its way to another way as it passes through here? is this the centuries ago for another place and time in the ‘not happened yet’ ? or is it happening and the ‘already happened’ are seeing this as the past? hmm…
there’s no beginning i suppose, and why do we write ‘i’ as I (uppercase) when we write ‘a’ as lower case? do we really understand what we are doing? unless held up to an inquiry magnifier and microscope view?
why am i asking these questions?
why did i start hand writing backwards as Leonardo da Vinci did, or all the other backward hand writers did/do and were not given any attention?
Why is my forward cursive writing different to my backward cursive writing? Like someone else is writing…
is someone else writing?
What do i mean someone else, someone else other than who, as if i know the one who writes forward….smiles!
that’s it for now…
Ode to 19 years of
‘So did we say a prayer today?’
I hold much gratitude in my heart and thank youness, dear Shekhar, for allowing this to exist…and the one who keeps it going, if different from you. pranams, always…Cinda
Ustad Zakir Hussain🙏🏼🕊🕯🌱🎵the forever seed has been expressed and planted, may you travel on well dear soulful being, aum shanthi aum
to the New 2025 Year
recognized in most countries
aum shanthi aum🙏🏼🕊🎵🕯🤗
the times are in full force towards intense circumstances
a calm and ease are still available through some sort of presence
i believe
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this sight was unreachable for about a week,
i wondered if it was gone forever
but
what is forever?
and
what was i missing?
and
what causes this sight and these writings to be closely connected in ways unseen?
i wonder…
what is happening…
there comes a time when
what is happening seems an impossibility
yet
here we are
experiencing a surge in seemingly impossibilites
becoming possible
are we able to keep up?
When some people in the world who are in charge of making important decisions that affect and effect other people, land, non-human creatures, oceans, et cetera,
and those decisions are made with ideas and concepts that keep some people financially wealthy and some people straining to pay bills, life, in general, becomes harder to navigate with ease and peace of mind. This is our hightened current situation, on a global scale. March 21, 2025, 10:25 pm EST.
“He seems like the kind of person who would rather be himself and lose, than change himself and win.”
-A.R.D.
i know this pain
it comes it goes
i know how it feels as it enters the door
without knocking
the door flys open and shuts again
even before i could get to the opening
to ask,
who is it?
freely it comes
as if the invation slipped under
the crease in the floor
going without notice
noticing where the tears were bathing
splashing lashing about
unbothered by the towels of grief folded on side chairs
there
to dry the out pour of heartbreak
heartbreak that says
i love you and i can’t put it into words
so my aching heart squeezing and sneezing
splashes and lashes of tears
rolling and folding over cheeks and chin
dripping off the edge
the edge of sorrow
a sorrow
that says
i love you so
i love you…
i love you
Nails and Wood
For there is no one tree
From any one country or belief
Where limbs are to be pierced for demise
There is no nailing
There is freeing
A freeing beyond nails and wood
Which once stood for painful sacrifice
Nails and wood
Now used to build bridges and shelters
Not of blood and suffering
Of kindness, love peace truth freedom
A freedom far from what is thought to be sacred
Because sacred resides in the one place where it’s needed and matters most
in the heart.
white smoke
black smoke
is it a cloak?
why not blue or pink?
why smoke?
when a tradition is made
when a tradtion is carried forth
when tradition is hard to break or change
even when the time when it was created was measured by the environment in which it manifested
then hundreds of years later
the environment on the outer skirts
and the inner laces
have forged anew
rules and regulations
left by the one who dared to venture ahead
with a dedicated stronghold on freeing
more of what was originally held in place
by ones who were looking at life through
the other side of the telescope
just wonderin…
a teacher
a tea
a learning
a ear
held hostage
by our own minds unable to filter out healthy from unhealthy
influenced
by all kinds of things…
being present
what is that ?
why the idea exist ?
does it matter?
does matter
matter?
do these words matter ?
waht makes a thing matter ?
and for what length of time
makes it matter more or less or nothing?