<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17268246</id><updated>2011-04-21T15:03:20.217-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sadie's Blog - One Fool's Journey</title><subtitle type='html'>Zen, Tarot, Haiku, Poetry, and rarely, the occasional rant about how off track we as a culture are in our journey to any kind of spiritual enlightenment.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://foolishjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17268246/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://foolishjourney.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17268246/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Sadie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00062594831060047447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>167</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17268246.post-117596742250476105</id><published>2007-04-07T10:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-07T10:37:02.520-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Foul Weather Friend</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;We're taught when we're young to beware the Fair Weather Friend. The friend who likes you when you get your allowance, but ignores you when it's gone. The "friend" who didn't know you existed 'til you got your first car, but then suddenly was in your orbit as tightly as any planet around the sun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But there's someone more insidious. I've known this person before, but as I get older, this person vexes me more than ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Foul Weather Friend&lt;/span&gt;. When your life is in the toilet, this person shows compassion, love, etc. So you're lulled into thinking that you have a support system. You are loved. Anyone who could love you when your life is shit must be a great friend indeed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you reach a breaking point. Those times in life when you realize that you must make major changes or accept your status as weak and lost. You choke down the self-pity and you get to work. You start fixing what's broken. It's hard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At first it's all good. People smile and tell you how great you're doing. Then comes the realization that you might actually succeed. And many of those who you thought loved you start to do little things to sabotage your efforts. They try to undermine your determination.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can only guess at the motivations in these people. Jealousy would be one. Perhaps the fear that you won't love them anymore if you succeed in fixing what's broken in you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do know for sure that you must beware these &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;friends&lt;/span&gt; at least as diligently, if not more, than the Fair Weather variety. Fair Weather is easy to figure out: People want to hang out w/the popular, the affluent, the beautiful, etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, when you find yourself on a journey, and the sun is starting to shine just a little more brightly than it did before, and someone who professes to love you mars that sunshine, remember the Foul Weather friend - &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;an insipid evil creep who wants you to lose.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do the journey, baby, and lose the creep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17268246-117596742250476105?l=foolishjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://foolishjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/117596742250476105/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17268246&amp;postID=117596742250476105' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17268246/posts/default/117596742250476105'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17268246/posts/default/117596742250476105'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://foolishjourney.blogspot.com/2007/04/foul-weather-friend.html' title='The Foul Weather Friend'/><author><name>Sadie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00062594831060047447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17268246.post-116102192201776923</id><published>2006-10-16T10:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-16T11:05:22.046-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Freaks</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7907/1660/1600/freaks002a.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7907/1660/320/freaks002a.1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Freaks was a thing I photographed a lot ... it had a terrific kind of excitement for me... Most people go through life dreading they'll have a traumatic experience. Freaks are born with their trauma. They've already passed it. They're aristocrats".     -Diane Arbus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17268246-116102192201776923?l=foolishjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://foolishjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/116102192201776923/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17268246&amp;postID=116102192201776923' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17268246/posts/default/116102192201776923'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17268246/posts/default/116102192201776923'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://foolishjourney.blogspot.com/2006/10/freaks.html' title='Freaks'/><author><name>Sadie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00062594831060047447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17268246.post-115867976525441634</id><published>2006-09-19T08:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-19T08:29:25.270-07:00</updated><title type='text'>And They All Look Just the Same</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i64.photobucket.com/albums/h187/ladytrue_99/tickytacky002.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;Little Boxes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by Malvina Reynolds&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Little boxes on the hillside,&lt;br /&gt;Little boxes made of ticky-tacky,&lt;br /&gt;Little boxes, little boxes,&lt;br /&gt;Little boxes, all the same.&lt;br /&gt;There's a green one and a pink one&lt;br /&gt;And a blue one and a yellow one&lt;br /&gt;And they're all made out of ticky-tacky&lt;br /&gt;And they all look just the same.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the people in the houses&lt;br /&gt;All go to the university,&lt;br /&gt;And they all get put in boxes,&lt;br /&gt;Little boxes, all the same.&lt;br /&gt;And there's doctors and there's lawyers&lt;br /&gt;And business executives,&lt;br /&gt;And they're all made out of ticky-tacky&lt;br /&gt;And they all look just the same.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And they all play on the golf-course,&lt;br /&gt;And drink their Martini dry,&lt;br /&gt;And they all have pretty children,&lt;br /&gt;And the children go to school.&lt;br /&gt;And the children go to summer camp&lt;br /&gt;And then to the university,&lt;br /&gt;And they all get put in boxes&lt;br /&gt;And they all come out the same.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the boys go into business,&lt;br /&gt;And marry, and raise a family,&lt;br /&gt;And they all get put in boxes,&lt;br /&gt;Little boxes, all the same.&lt;br /&gt;There's a green one and a pink one&lt;br /&gt;And a blue one and a yellow one&lt;br /&gt;And they're all made out of ticky-tacky&lt;br /&gt;And they all look just the same.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17268246-115867976525441634?l=foolishjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://foolishjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/115867976525441634/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17268246&amp;postID=115867976525441634' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17268246/posts/default/115867976525441634'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17268246/posts/default/115867976525441634'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://foolishjourney.blogspot.com/2006/09/and-they-all-look-just-same.html' title='And They All Look Just the Same'/><author><name>Sadie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00062594831060047447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17268246.post-115696281721896626</id><published>2006-08-30T11:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-30T11:35:01.266-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Give Yourself a Present Every Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7907/1660/1600/coffee002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7907/1660/320/coffee002.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Over a decade ago, there was an awesome TV show called Twin Peaks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some sage advice from its main character Special Agent Dale Cooper:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Harry, I'm gonna let you in on a little secret.  Every day, once a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;day, give yourself a present.  Don't plan it, don't wait for it, just let &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;it happen.  Could be a new shirt at the men's store, a catnap in your office &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;chair, or two cups of good, hot, black coffee."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My favorite darkest roast bean ground to almost powder then made into coffee in my French Press is about the best coffee in the world to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, that's my gift to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a good idea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Peace.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17268246-115696281721896626?l=foolishjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://foolishjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/115696281721896626/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17268246&amp;postID=115696281721896626' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17268246/posts/default/115696281721896626'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17268246/posts/default/115696281721896626'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://foolishjourney.blogspot.com/2006/08/give-yourself-present-every-day.html' title='Give Yourself a Present Every Day'/><author><name>Sadie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00062594831060047447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17268246.post-115642926904088573</id><published>2006-08-24T07:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-24T07:21:09.110-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The wise don't strive to arrive.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7907/1660/1600/garden097.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7907/1660/320/garden097.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;Zen Master Shunryu Suzuki says, "What is more important, to make a million dollars, or enjoy your effort, little by little, even though it is impossible to make that million? To be successful, or to find some meaning in your efforts to succeed?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We should give up goal orientation and simply be. Life is not about getting somewhere in a hurry, but enjoying the journey to the full.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://goto.bilkent.edu.tr/gunes/ZEN/koan5.htm"&gt;Source.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17268246-115642926904088573?l=foolishjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://foolishjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/115642926904088573/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17268246&amp;postID=115642926904088573' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17268246/posts/default/115642926904088573'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17268246/posts/default/115642926904088573'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://foolishjourney.blogspot.com/2006/08/wise-dont-strive-to-arrive.html' title='The wise don&apos;t strive to arrive.'/><author><name>Sadie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00062594831060047447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17268246.post-114888189154956625</id><published>2006-05-28T22:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-28T22:52:37.253-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Maintaining Peace</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;For Memorial Day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7907/1660/1600/peacedove.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7907/1660/320/peacedove.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://www.religiousworlds.com/taoism/ttcstan3.html#31"&gt;31. MAINTAINING PEACE&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Weapons of war are instruments of fear,&lt;br /&gt;and are abhorred by those who follow the Tao.&lt;br /&gt;The leader who follows the natural way&lt;br /&gt;does not abide them.&lt;br /&gt;The warrior king leans to his right,&lt;br /&gt;from whence there comes his generals' advice,&lt;br /&gt;but the peaceful king looks to his left,&lt;br /&gt;where sits his counsellor of peace.&lt;br /&gt;When he looks to his left, it is a time of peace,&lt;br /&gt;and when to the right, a time for sorrow.&lt;br /&gt;Weapons of war are instruments of fear,&lt;br /&gt;and are not favoured by the wise,&lt;br /&gt;who use them only when there is no choice,&lt;br /&gt;for peace and stillness are dear to their hearts,&lt;br /&gt;and victory causes them no rejoicing.&lt;br /&gt;To rejoice in victory is to delight in killing;&lt;br /&gt;to delight in killing is to have no self-being.&lt;br /&gt;The conduct of war is that of a funeral;&lt;br /&gt;when people are killed, it is a time of mourning.&lt;br /&gt;This is why even victorious battle&lt;br /&gt;should be observed without rejoicing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17268246-114888189154956625?l=foolishjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://foolishjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/114888189154956625/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17268246&amp;postID=114888189154956625' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17268246/posts/default/114888189154956625'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17268246/posts/default/114888189154956625'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://foolishjourney.blogspot.com/2006/05/maintaining-peace.html' title='Maintaining Peace'/><author><name>Sadie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00062594831060047447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17268246.post-114765644089868828</id><published>2006-05-14T18:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-14T18:27:20.910-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Decay of Ethics</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7907/1660/1600/buddha022.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7907/1660/320/buddha022.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://www.religiousworlds.com/taoism/ttcstan3.html#18"&gt;18. THE DECAY OF ETHICS&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the way of the Tao is forgotten,&lt;br /&gt;kindness and ethics need to be taught;&lt;br /&gt;men learn to pretend to be wise and good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All too often in the lives of men,&lt;br /&gt;filial piety and devotion&lt;br /&gt;arise only after conflict and strife,&lt;br /&gt;just as loyal ministers all too often appear,&lt;br /&gt;when the people are suppressed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17268246-114765644089868828?l=foolishjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://foolishjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/114765644089868828/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17268246&amp;postID=114765644089868828' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17268246/posts/default/114765644089868828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17268246/posts/default/114765644089868828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://foolishjourney.blogspot.com/2006/05/decay-of-ethics.html' title='The Decay of Ethics'/><author><name>Sadie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00062594831060047447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17268246.post-114715272949300145</id><published>2006-05-08T22:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-08T22:32:09.506-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Leadership by Exception</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7907/1660/1600/buddha021.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7907/1660/320/buddha021.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://www.religiousworlds.com/taoism/ttcstan3.html#17"&gt;17. LEADERSHIP BY EXCEPTION&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man cannot comprehend the infinite;&lt;br /&gt;only knowing that the best exists,&lt;br /&gt;the second best is seen and praised,&lt;br /&gt;and the next, despised and feared.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sage does not expect that others&lt;br /&gt;use his criteria as their own.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The existence of the leader who is wise&lt;br /&gt;is barely known to those he leads.&lt;br /&gt;He acts without unnecessary speech,&lt;br /&gt;so that the people say,&lt;br /&gt;"It happened of its own accord".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17268246-114715272949300145?l=foolishjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://foolishjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/114715272949300145/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17268246&amp;postID=114715272949300145' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17268246/posts/default/114715272949300145'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17268246/posts/default/114715272949300145'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://foolishjourney.blogspot.com/2006/05/leadership-by-exception.html' title='Leadership by Exception'/><author><name>Sadie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00062594831060047447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17268246.post-114661058269298376</id><published>2006-05-02T15:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-02T15:56:22.716-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Returning to the Root</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7907/1660/1600/garden001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7907/1660/320/garden001.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://www.religiousworlds.com/taoism/ttcstan3.html#16"&gt;16. RETURNING TO THE ROOT&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is only by means of being&lt;br /&gt;that non-being may be found.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When society changes&lt;br /&gt;from its natural state of flux,&lt;br /&gt;to that which seems like chaos,&lt;br /&gt;the inner world of the superior man&lt;br /&gt;remains uncluttered and at peace.&lt;br /&gt;By remaining still, his self detatched,&lt;br /&gt;he aids society in its return&lt;br /&gt;to the way of nature and of peace.&lt;br /&gt;The value of his insight may be clearly seen&lt;br /&gt;when chaos ceases.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being one with the Tao is to be at peace,&lt;br /&gt;and to be in conflict with it,&lt;br /&gt;leads to chaos and dysfunction.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the consistency of the Tao is known,&lt;br /&gt;the mind is receptive to its states of change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is by being at one with the Tao,&lt;br /&gt;that the sage holds no prejudice&lt;br /&gt;against his fellow man.&lt;br /&gt;If accepted as a leader of men,&lt;br /&gt;he is held in high esteem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Throughout his life,&lt;br /&gt;both being and non-being,&lt;br /&gt;the Tao protects him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17268246-114661058269298376?l=foolishjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://foolishjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/114661058269298376/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17268246&amp;postID=114661058269298376' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17268246/posts/default/114661058269298376'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17268246/posts/default/114661058269298376'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://foolishjourney.blogspot.com/2006/05/returning-to-root.html' title='Returning to the Root'/><author><name>Sadie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00062594831060047447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17268246.post-114651526706651681</id><published>2006-05-01T13:23:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-01T14:09:53.510-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Manifestation of the Tao in Man</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7907/1660/1600/buddha050.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7907/1660/320/buddha050.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://www.religiousworlds.com/taoism/ttcstan3.html#15"&gt;15. THE MANIFESTATION OF THE TAO IN MAN&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sage of old was profound and wise;&lt;br /&gt;like a man at a ford, he took great care,&lt;br /&gt;alert, perceptive and aware.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Desiring nothing for himself,&lt;br /&gt;and having no desire&lt;br /&gt;for change for its own sake,&lt;br /&gt;his actions were difficult to understand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being watchful, he had no fear of danger;&lt;br /&gt;being responsive, he had no need of fear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was courteous like a visiting guest,&lt;br /&gt;and as yielding as the springtime ice.&lt;br /&gt;Having no desires, he was untouched by craving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Receptive and mysterious,&lt;br /&gt;his knowledge was unfathomable,&lt;br /&gt;causing others to think him hesitant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pure in heart, like uncut jade,&lt;br /&gt;he cleared the muddy water&lt;br /&gt;by leaving it alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By remaining calm and active,&lt;br /&gt;the need for renewing is reduced.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17268246-114651526706651681?l=foolishjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://foolishjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/114651526706651681/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17268246&amp;postID=114651526706651681' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17268246/posts/default/114651526706651681'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17268246/posts/default/114651526706651681'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://foolishjourney.blogspot.com/2006/05/manifestation-of-tao-in-ma_114651526706651681.html' title='The Manifestation of the Tao in Man'/><author><name>Sadie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00062594831060047447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17268246.post-114629229450208801</id><published>2006-04-28T23:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-28T23:31:34.520-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Experiencing the Mystery</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7907/1660/1600/buddah31.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7907/1660/320/buddah31.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://www.religiousworlds.com/taoism/ttcstan3.html#14"&gt;14. EXPERIENCING THE MYSTERY&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Tao is abstract,&lt;br /&gt;and therefore has no form,&lt;br /&gt;it is neither bright in rising,&lt;br /&gt;nor dark in sinking,&lt;br /&gt;cannot be grasped, and makes no sound.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Without form or image, without existence,&lt;br /&gt;the form of the formless, is beyond defining,&lt;br /&gt;cannot be described,&lt;br /&gt;and is beyond our understanding.&lt;br /&gt;It cannot be called by any name.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Standing before it, it has no beginning;&lt;br /&gt;even when followed, it has no end.&lt;br /&gt;In the now, it exists; to the present apply it,&lt;br /&gt;follow it well, and reach its beginning.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17268246-114629229450208801?l=foolishjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://foolishjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/114629229450208801/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17268246&amp;postID=114629229450208801' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17268246/posts/default/114629229450208801'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17268246/posts/default/114629229450208801'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://foolishjourney.blogspot.com/2006/04/experiencing-mystery.html' title='Experiencing the Mystery'/><author><name>Sadie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00062594831060047447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17268246.post-114571733942692725</id><published>2006-04-22T07:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-22T07:48:59.466-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sentimental Lady</title><content type='html'>Performed by Fleetwood Mac&lt;br /&gt; Written by Bob Welch&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7907/1660/1600/kissafrog001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7907/1660/320/kissafrog001.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;You are here and warm&lt;br /&gt;But I could look away and you’d be gone&lt;br /&gt;Cause we live in a time&lt;br /&gt;When meaning falls in splinters from our lives&lt;br /&gt;And that’s why I’ve travelled far&lt;br /&gt;Cause I come so together where you are&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And all of the things that I said that I wanted&lt;br /&gt;Come rushing by in my head when I’m with you&lt;br /&gt;14 joys and a will to be merry&lt;br /&gt;And all of the things that we say are very&lt;br /&gt;Sentimental gentle wind&lt;br /&gt;Blowing through my life again&lt;br /&gt;Sentimental lady&lt;br /&gt;Gentle one&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now you are here today&lt;br /&gt;But easily you might just go away&lt;br /&gt;Cause we live in a time&lt;br /&gt;When paintings have no color, words don’t rhyme&lt;br /&gt;And that’s why I’ve travelled far&lt;br /&gt;Cause I come so together where you are&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And all of the things that I said that I wanted&lt;br /&gt;Come rushing by in my head when I’m with you&lt;br /&gt;14 joys and a will to be merry&lt;br /&gt;And all of the things that we say are very&lt;br /&gt;Sentimental gentle wind&lt;br /&gt;Blowing through my life again&lt;br /&gt;Sentimental lady&lt;br /&gt;Gentle one&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are here and warm&lt;br /&gt;But I could look away and you’d be gone&lt;br /&gt;Cause we live in a time&lt;br /&gt;When meaning falls in splinters from our lives&lt;br /&gt;And that’s why I’ve travelled far&lt;br /&gt;Cause I come so together where you are&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes and all of the things that I said that I wanted&lt;br /&gt;Come rushing by in my head when I’m with you&lt;br /&gt;14 joys and a will to be merry&lt;br /&gt;And all of the things that we say are very&lt;br /&gt;Sentimental gentle wind&lt;br /&gt;Blowing through my life again&lt;br /&gt;Sentimental lady&lt;br /&gt;Gentle one&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sentimental gentle wind&lt;br /&gt;Blowing through my life again&lt;br /&gt;Sentimental lady&lt;br /&gt;Gentle one&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sentimental gentle wind&lt;br /&gt;Blowing through my life again&lt;br /&gt;Sentimental lady&lt;br /&gt;Gentle one&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17268246-114571733942692725?l=foolishjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://foolishjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/114571733942692725/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17268246&amp;postID=114571733942692725' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17268246/posts/default/114571733942692725'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17268246/posts/default/114571733942692725'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://foolishjourney.blogspot.com/2006/04/sentimental-lady.html' title='Sentimental Lady'/><author><name>Sadie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00062594831060047447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17268246.post-114564178845147352</id><published>2006-04-21T10:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-21T10:49:55.676-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Wheel</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7907/1660/1600/wheelhudes.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7907/1660/320/wheelhudes.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;We each set our own path, but are also subject to the larger cycles of which we are all part.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7907/1660/1600/wheelfantastical.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7907/1660/320/wheelfantastical.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Great luck.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7907/1660/1600/wheelsecret.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7907/1660/320/wheelsecret.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;A vision or realization that strikes with great force.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7907/1660/1600/wheelafrican.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7907/1660/320/wheelafrican.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;A change that brings great joy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7907/1660/1600/wheelrider.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7907/1660/320/wheelrider.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Fate, cyclicity, destiny, turning points, movement, personal vision.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The images shown are from the following Tarot decks: Hanson-Roberts, Cosmic Tarot, Vampire Tarot, Witches Tarot, Robin Wood Tarot, Morgan-Greer Taro, Hudes Tarot, Tarot of the Moon Garden, The Rider Tarot Deck, Fantastical Tarot, Secret Tarot, African Tarot, and the Tarot of the Trance.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17268246-114564178845147352?l=foolishjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://foolishjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/114564178845147352/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17268246&amp;postID=114564178845147352' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17268246/posts/default/114564178845147352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17268246/posts/default/114564178845147352'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://foolishjourney.blogspot.com/2006/04/wheel.html' title='The Wheel'/><author><name>Sadie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00062594831060047447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17268246.post-114539578351202667</id><published>2006-04-18T14:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-22T06:25:16.003-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mindfulness</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7907/1660/1600/buddha1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7907/1660/320/buddha1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Some thoughts on Mindfulness from around the web and from me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://www.mindfulmornings.com/Mindful.htm"&gt;Mindful Mornings&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Mindfulness is an ancient Buddhist practice that has little to do with Buddhism or being a Buddhist. It is the simple practice of bringing awareness and acceptance to our moment to moment experience which can help us develop calmness, resiliency, and a quality of peacefulness. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;snip&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"It has to do with examining who we are, with questioning our view of the world and our place in it, and with cultivating some appreciation for the fullness of each moment we are alive. Most of all, it has to do with being in touch."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Mindfulness is about holding still long enough to be able to notice what's going on around and within us. It is about being in the present, paying attention to the now instead of rehashing the past or worrying about the future. It is about really living the experiences we're having now because "now" is the only place true happiness and joy reside.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From &lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://www.mindfulness.com/"&gt;http://www.mindfulness.com/&lt;/a&gt; :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Mindfulness or being mindful is being aware of your present moment. You are not judging, reflecting or thinking. You are simply observing the moment in which you find yourself. Moments are like a breath. Each breath is replaced by the next breath. You're there with no other purpose than being awake and aware of that moment.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From &lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Mindfulness"&gt;Wikipedia&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Mindfulness is the practice whereby a person is intentionally aware of his or her thoughts and actions in the present moment, non-judgmentally. Mindfulness is applied to both bodily actions and the mind's own thoughts and feelings.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From me:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In some ways, Mindfulness is what your mother meant when she admonished, "Pay attention to what you're doing."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is doing the thing that you are doing with your whole self.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This may sound easy, but in our world where the ability to multi-task is often a desirable trait, it can be difficult to learn to just be and do what you are doing in any moment in time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sit for ten minutes and while you breathe in and out, only concentrate on your breaths. For some type-A personalities, simply finding ten minutes in a day in which one does "nothing" can be difficult.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being mindful is difficult for me and I'm often thinking about what I'm going to do next - especially if I'm doing something boring or unfun. But even though I don't necessarily assign a word to every action, I have found that trying to be mindful is a good thing when doing chores I often feel are "beneath me" or are dreary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Each day I do the dishes (once again I find myself temporarily w/out a dishwasher). I used to dread this chore. Standing in one place, rubbing ick off dishes, often in front of a window in the afternoon with the sun shining in my eyes - there's not much to like about doing dishes. But I've learned to think about dishes (and all "thankless" housework) in a different light. Those of us that keep the home clean and neat are doing good work. We keep the home comfortable and healthy for ourselves and the ones we love. I think of this when I am doing the dishes and it makes the time seem better spent than when I used to let my mind wander to things I'd rather be doing. I haven't learned to love doing the dishes. And it's hard to be mindful when cleaning a toilet. But these tasks are no longer things I dread.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Learning to be mindful about what I'm doing is one of the better things I do with my life. When I practice this, the thing I'm doing is always accomplished in a way that shows care and diligence. In this way, both the task and the journey to accomplish that task have meaning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and I've learned to think of the cat box as a Zen garden with lumps. &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7907/1660/1600/biggrin.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7907/1660/320/biggrin.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/snip&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17268246-114539578351202667?l=foolishjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://foolishjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/114539578351202667/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17268246&amp;postID=114539578351202667' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17268246/posts/default/114539578351202667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17268246/posts/default/114539578351202667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://foolishjourney.blogspot.com/2006/04/mindfulness.html' title='Mindfulness'/><author><name>Sadie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00062594831060047447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17268246.post-114530975717882042</id><published>2006-04-17T13:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-17T14:37:18.036-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Once upon a time</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7907/1660/1600/taurus986.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7907/1660/320/taurus986.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Once upon a time, I thought, "The spirit of a warrior and the soul of a poet."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I guess there comes an age where still looking for that makes one a silly old woman.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Peace.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17268246-114530975717882042?l=foolishjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://foolishjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/114530975717882042/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17268246&amp;postID=114530975717882042' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17268246/posts/default/114530975717882042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17268246/posts/default/114530975717882042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://foolishjourney.blogspot.com/2006/04/once-upon-time.html' title='Once upon a time'/><author><name>Sadie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00062594831060047447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17268246.post-114505682526314640</id><published>2006-04-14T16:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-14T16:20:25.276-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Unmoved and Unmoving</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7907/1660/1600/buddah32.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7907/1660/320/buddah32.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://www.religiousworlds.com/taoism/ttcstan3.html#13"&gt;13. UNMOVED AND UNMOVING&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The ordinary man seeks honour, not dishonour,&lt;br /&gt;cherishing success and abominating failure,&lt;br /&gt;loving life, whilst fearing death.&lt;br /&gt;The sage does not recognise these things,&lt;br /&gt;so lives his life quite simply.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The ordinary man seeks to make himself&lt;br /&gt;the centre of his universe;&lt;br /&gt;the universe of the sage is at his centre.&lt;br /&gt;He loves the world, and thus remains unmoved&lt;br /&gt;by things with which others are concerned.&lt;br /&gt;He acts with humility, is neither moved nor moving,&lt;br /&gt;and can therefore be trusted in caring for all things.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17268246-114505682526314640?l=foolishjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://foolishjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/114505682526314640/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17268246&amp;postID=114505682526314640' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17268246/posts/default/114505682526314640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17268246/posts/default/114505682526314640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://foolishjourney.blogspot.com/2006/04/unmoved-and-unmoving.html' title='Unmoved and Unmoving'/><author><name>Sadie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00062594831060047447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17268246.post-114478119008838196</id><published>2006-04-11T11:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-11T11:46:30.666-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Like a broken gong</title><content type='html'>Today's &lt;a href="http://www.dailyzen.com/"&gt;Daily Zen.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7907/1660/1600/forrest%202.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7907/1660/320/forrest%202.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Like a broken gon&lt;/span&gt;g&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Be still, be silent.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Know the stillness of freedom&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Where there is no more striving.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;- Buddha in the Dhammapada&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17268246-114478119008838196?l=foolishjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://foolishjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/114478119008838196/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17268246&amp;postID=114478119008838196' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17268246/posts/default/114478119008838196'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17268246/posts/default/114478119008838196'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://foolishjourney.blogspot.com/2006/04/like-broken-gong.html' title='Like a broken gong'/><author><name>Sadie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00062594831060047447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17268246.post-114472560556871476</id><published>2006-04-10T20:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-10T20:20:05.913-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Repression of Desires</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7907/1660/1600/buddha056.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7907/1660/320/buddha056.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.religiousworlds.com/taoism/ttcstan3.html#12"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;12. THE REPRESSION OF DESIRES&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Through sight, the colours may be seen,&lt;br /&gt;but too much colour blinds us.&lt;br /&gt;Apprehending the tones of sound,&lt;br /&gt;too much sound might make us deaf,&lt;br /&gt;and too much flavour deadens taste.&lt;br /&gt;When hunting for sport, and chasing for pleasure,&lt;br /&gt;the mind easily becomes perplexed.&lt;br /&gt;He who collects treasures for himself&lt;br /&gt;more easily becomes anxious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The wise person fulfills his needs,&lt;br /&gt;rather than sensory temptations.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17268246-114472560556871476?l=foolishjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://foolishjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/114472560556871476/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17268246&amp;postID=114472560556871476' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17268246/posts/default/114472560556871476'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17268246/posts/default/114472560556871476'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://foolishjourney.blogspot.com/2006/04/repression-of-desires.html' title='The Repression of Desires'/><author><name>Sadie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00062594831060047447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17268246.post-114442202185756112</id><published>2006-04-07T07:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-07T08:00:25.316-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Utility of Non-Existence</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7907/1660/1600/sunset82s2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7907/1660/320/sunset82s2.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://www.religiousworlds.com/taoism/ttcstan3.html#11"&gt;11. THE UTILITY OF NON-EXISTENCE&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though thirty spokes may form the wheel,&lt;br /&gt;it is the hole within the hub&lt;br /&gt;which gives the wheel utility.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is not the clay the potter throws,&lt;br /&gt;which gives the pot its usefulness,&lt;br /&gt;but the space within the shape,&lt;br /&gt;from which the pot is made.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Without a door, the room cannot be entered,&lt;br /&gt;and without windows it is dark.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Such is the utility of non-existence.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17268246-114442202185756112?l=foolishjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://foolishjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/114442202185756112/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17268246&amp;postID=114442202185756112' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17268246/posts/default/114442202185756112'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17268246/posts/default/114442202185756112'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://foolishjourney.blogspot.com/2006/04/utility-of-non-existence.html' title='The Utility of Non-Existence'/><author><name>Sadie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00062594831060047447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17268246.post-114404309439041713</id><published>2006-04-02T22:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-02T22:44:54.403-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cleaning the Dark Mirror</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7907/1660/1600/buddah055a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7907/1660/320/buddah055a.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://www.religiousworlds.com/taoism/ttcstan3.html#10"&gt;10. CLEANING THE DARK MIRROR&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maintaining unity is virtuous,&lt;br /&gt;for the inner world of thought is one&lt;br /&gt;with the external world&lt;br /&gt;of action and of things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sage avoids their separation,&lt;br /&gt;by breathing as the sleeping babe,&lt;br /&gt;and thus maintaining harmony.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He cleans the dark mirror of his mind,&lt;br /&gt;so that it reflects without intent.&lt;br /&gt;He conducts himself without contriving,&lt;br /&gt;loving the people, and not interfering.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He cultivates without possessing,&lt;br /&gt;thus providing nourishment,&lt;br /&gt;he remains receptive&lt;br /&gt;to changing needs,&lt;br /&gt;and creates without desire.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By leading from behind,&lt;br /&gt;attending to that&lt;br /&gt;which must be done,&lt;br /&gt;he is said to have attained&lt;br /&gt;the mystic state.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17268246-114404309439041713?l=foolishjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://foolishjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/114404309439041713/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17268246&amp;postID=114404309439041713' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17268246/posts/default/114404309439041713'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17268246/posts/default/114404309439041713'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://foolishjourney.blogspot.com/2006/04/cleaning-dark-mirror.html' title='Cleaning the Dark Mirror'/><author><name>Sadie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00062594831060047447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17268246.post-114381956469043687</id><published>2006-03-31T07:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-31T07:39:24.733-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Gathering firewood I enter mountain depths</title><content type='html'>Today's &lt;a href="http://www.dailyzen.com/"&gt;Daily Zen&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7907/1660/1600/bridge002a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7907/1660/320/bridge002a.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Gathering firewood I enter mountain depths,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Mountain depths rising creek beyond creek&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Choked with the timbers of bridges in ruin. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Vines tumble low, tangled over cragged paths,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And at dusk, scarce people grow scarcer still. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Mountain wind sweeping through simple robes,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;My chant steady, I shoulder a light bundle,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Watch smoke drift across open country home.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;- Meng Hao-jan (689-740 C.E.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17268246-114381956469043687?l=foolishjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://foolishjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/114381956469043687/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17268246&amp;postID=114381956469043687' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17268246/posts/default/114381956469043687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17268246/posts/default/114381956469043687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://foolishjourney.blogspot.com/2006/03/gathering-firewood-i-enter-mountain.html' title='Gathering firewood I enter mountain depths'/><author><name>Sadie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00062594831060047447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17268246.post-114350238293933138</id><published>2006-03-27T15:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-27T15:39:49.096-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Without Extremes</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7907/1660/1600/buddhawhsmall2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7907/1660/320/buddhawhsmall2.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://www.religiousworlds.com/taoism/ttcstan3.html#9"&gt;9. WITHOUT EXTREMES&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The cup is easier to hold&lt;br /&gt;when not filled to overflowing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The blade is more effective&lt;br /&gt;if not tempered beyond its mettle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gold and jade are easier to protect&lt;br /&gt;if possessed in moderation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He who seeks titles,&lt;br /&gt;invites his own downfall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sage works quietly,&lt;br /&gt;seeking neither praise nor fame;&lt;br /&gt;completing what he does with natural ease,&lt;br /&gt;and then retiring.&lt;br /&gt;This is the way and nature of Tao.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17268246-114350238293933138?l=foolishjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://foolishjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/114350238293933138/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17268246&amp;postID=114350238293933138' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17268246/posts/default/114350238293933138'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17268246/posts/default/114350238293933138'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://foolishjourney.blogspot.com/2006/03/without-extremes.html' title='Without Extremes'/><author><name>Sadie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00062594831060047447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17268246.post-114336436045590287</id><published>2006-03-26T01:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-26T01:12:40.476-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Way of the Water</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7907/1660/1600/buddha8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7907/1660/320/buddha8.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://www.religiousworlds.com/taoism/ttcstan3.html#8"&gt;8. THE WAY OF WATER&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Great good is said to be like water,&lt;br /&gt;sustaining life with no conscious striving,&lt;br /&gt;flowing naturally, providing nourishment,&lt;br /&gt;found even in places&lt;br /&gt;which desiring man rejects.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In this way&lt;br /&gt;it is like the Tao itself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like water, the sage abides in a humble place;&lt;br /&gt;in meditation, without desire;&lt;br /&gt;in thoughtfulness, he is profound,&lt;br /&gt;and in his dealings, kind.&lt;br /&gt;In speech, sincerity guides the man of Tao,&lt;br /&gt;and as a leader, he is just.&lt;br /&gt;In management, competence is his aim,&lt;br /&gt;and he ensures the pacing is correct.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because he does not act for his own ends,&lt;br /&gt;nor cause unnecessary conflict,&lt;br /&gt;he is held to be correct&lt;br /&gt;in his actions towards his fellow man.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17268246-114336436045590287?l=foolishjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://foolishjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/114336436045590287/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17268246&amp;postID=114336436045590287' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17268246/posts/default/114336436045590287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17268246/posts/default/114336436045590287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://foolishjourney.blogspot.com/2006/03/way-of-water.html' title='The Way of the Water'/><author><name>Sadie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00062594831060047447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17268246.post-114322430638322295</id><published>2006-03-24T10:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-24T10:18:31.076-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Do not believe anything on the mere authority of teachers or priests</title><content type='html'>Today's &lt;a href="http://www.dailyzen.com/"&gt;Daily Zen.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7907/1660/1600/happy3buddhas01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7907/1660/320/happy3buddhas01.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Do not believe anything on the mere authority of teachers or priests. Accept as true and as the guide to your life only that which accords with your own reason and experience, after thorough investigation. Accept only that which contributes to the well-being of yourself and others.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;- Buddha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17268246-114322430638322295?l=foolishjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://foolishjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/114322430638322295/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17268246&amp;postID=114322430638322295' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17268246/posts/default/114322430638322295'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17268246/posts/default/114322430638322295'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://foolishjourney.blogspot.com/2006/03/do-not-believe-anything-on-mere.html' title='Do not believe anything on the mere authority of teachers or priests'/><author><name>Sadie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00062594831060047447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17268246.post-114284241718757677</id><published>2006-03-20T00:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-20T00:13:37.200-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cease practice based on intellectual understanding</title><content type='html'>Yesterday's &lt;a href="http://www.dailyzen.com/"&gt;Daily Zen.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7907/1660/1600/owlmed01.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7907/1660/320/owlmed01.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Cease practice based on intellectual understanding,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Pursuing words and following after speech, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And learn the backward step&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;That turns your light inward&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;To illuminate yourself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Body and mind of themselves&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Will drop away and your original face&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Will be manifest.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;- Dogen (1200-1253)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17268246-114284241718757677?l=foolishjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://foolishjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/114284241718757677/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17268246&amp;postID=114284241718757677' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17268246/posts/default/114284241718757677'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17268246/posts/default/114284241718757677'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://foolishjourney.blogspot.com/2006/03/cease-practice-based-on-intellectual.html' title='Cease practice based on intellectual understanding'/><author><name>Sadie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00062594831060047447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17268246.post-114274380497761277</id><published>2006-03-18T20:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-18T20:50:05.006-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sheathing the Light</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7907/1660/1600/buddha13.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7907/1660/320/buddha13.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://www.religiousworlds.com/taoism/ttcstan3.html#7"&gt;7. SHEATHING THE LIGHT&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When living by the Tao,&lt;br /&gt;awareness of self is not required,&lt;br /&gt;for in this way of life, the self exists,&lt;br /&gt;and is also non-existent,&lt;br /&gt;being conceived of, not as an existentiality,&lt;br /&gt;nor as non-existent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sage does not contrive to find his self,&lt;br /&gt;for he knows that all which may be found of it,&lt;br /&gt;is that which it manifests to sense and thought,&lt;br /&gt;which side by side with self itself, is nought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is by sheathing intellect's bright light&lt;br /&gt;that the sage remains at one with his own self,&lt;br /&gt;ceasing to be aware of it, by placing it behind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Detached, he is unified with his external world,&lt;br /&gt;by being selfless he is fulfilled;&lt;br /&gt;thus his selfhood is assured.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17268246-114274380497761277?l=foolishjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://foolishjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/114274380497761277/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17268246&amp;postID=114274380497761277' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17268246/posts/default/114274380497761277'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17268246/posts/default/114274380497761277'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://foolishjourney.blogspot.com/2006/03/sheathing-light.html' title='Sheathing the Light'/><author><name>Sadie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00062594831060047447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17268246.post-114262327842027981</id><published>2006-03-17T11:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-17T11:21:18.436-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Living in the world</title><content type='html'>Today's &lt;a href="http://www.dailyzen.com/"&gt;Daily Zen.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7907/1660/1600/buddha22.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7907/1660/320/buddha22.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Living in the world,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Yet not clinging to or forming&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Attachments for the dust of the world,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Is the way of a true Zen student.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Witnessing the good actions of another person,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Encourage yourself to follow their example.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Hearing of the mistaken action of another person, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Advise yourself not to emulate it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Even though you are alone in a dark room&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Conduct yourself as though you were facing a noble guest.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;- Zen-Getsu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17268246-114262327842027981?l=foolishjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://foolishjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/114262327842027981/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17268246&amp;postID=114262327842027981' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17268246/posts/default/114262327842027981'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17268246/posts/default/114262327842027981'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://foolishjourney.blogspot.com/2006/03/living-in-world.html' title='Living in the world'/><author><name>Sadie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00062594831060047447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17268246.post-114250589067551095</id><published>2006-03-16T02:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-16T02:44:50.690-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Completion</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7907/1660/1600/buddha20.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7907/1660/320/buddha20.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://www.religiousworlds.com/taoism/ttcstan3.html#6"&gt;6. COMPLETION&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like the sheltered, fertile valley,&lt;br /&gt;the meditative mind is still,&lt;br /&gt;yet retains its energy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since both energy and stillness,&lt;br /&gt;of themselves, do not have form,&lt;br /&gt;it is not through the senses&lt;br /&gt;that they may be found,&lt;br /&gt;nor understood by intellect alone,&lt;br /&gt;although, in nature, both abound.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the meditative state,&lt;br /&gt;the mind ceases to differentiate&lt;br /&gt;between existences,&lt;br /&gt;and that which may or may not be.&lt;br /&gt;It leaves them well alone,&lt;br /&gt;for they exist,&lt;br /&gt;not differentiated, but as one,&lt;br /&gt;within the meditative mind.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17268246-114250589067551095?l=foolishjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://foolishjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/114250589067551095/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17268246&amp;postID=114250589067551095' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17268246/posts/default/114250589067551095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17268246/posts/default/114250589067551095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://foolishjourney.blogspot.com/2006/03/completion.html' title='Completion'/><author><name>Sadie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00062594831060047447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17268246.post-114238124300983233</id><published>2006-03-14T16:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-14T16:07:23.023-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Without Intention</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7907/1660/1600/buddha15.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7907/1660/320/buddha15.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.religiousworlds.com/taoism/ttcstan3.html#5"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;5. WITHOUT INTENTION&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nature acts without intent,&lt;br /&gt;so cannot be described&lt;br /&gt;as acting with benevolence,&lt;br /&gt;nor malevolence to any thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In this respect, the Tao is just the same,&lt;br /&gt;though in reality it should be said&lt;br /&gt;that nature follows the rule of Tao.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Therefore, even when he seems to act&lt;br /&gt;in manner kind or benevolent,&lt;br /&gt;the sage is not acting with such intent,&lt;br /&gt;for in conscious matters such as these,&lt;br /&gt;he is amoral and indifferent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sage retains tranquility,&lt;br /&gt;and is not by speech or thought disturbed,&lt;br /&gt;and even less by action which is contrived.&lt;br /&gt;His actions are spontaneous,&lt;br /&gt;as are his deeds towards his fellow men.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By this means he is empty of desire,&lt;br /&gt;and his energy is not drained from him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17268246-114238124300983233?l=foolishjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://foolishjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/114238124300983233/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17268246&amp;postID=114238124300983233' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17268246/posts/default/114238124300983233'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17268246/posts/default/114238124300983233'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://foolishjourney.blogspot.com/2006/03/without-intention.html' title='Without Intention'/><author><name>Sadie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00062594831060047447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17268246.post-114214784718646785</id><published>2006-03-11T23:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-11T23:17:27.206-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Unfathomable Tao</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7907/1660/1600/buddha17.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7907/1660/320/buddha17.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://www.religiousworlds.com/taoism/ttcstan3.html#4"&gt;4. THE UNFATHOMABLE TAO&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is the nature of the Tao,&lt;br /&gt;that even though used continuously,&lt;br /&gt;it is replenished naturally,&lt;br /&gt;never being emptied,&lt;br /&gt;and never being over-filled,&lt;br /&gt;as is a goblet&lt;br /&gt;which spills its contents&lt;br /&gt;upon the ground.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Tao therefore cannot be said&lt;br /&gt;to waste its charge,&lt;br /&gt;but constantly remains&lt;br /&gt;a source of nourishment&lt;br /&gt;for those who are not so full of self&lt;br /&gt;as to be unable to partake of it.&lt;br /&gt;When tempered beyond its natural state,&lt;br /&gt;the finest blade will lose its edge.&lt;br /&gt;Even the hardest tempered sword,&lt;br /&gt;against water, is of no avail,&lt;br /&gt;and will shatter if struck against a rock.&lt;br /&gt;When untangled by a cutting edge,&lt;br /&gt;the cord in little pieces lies,&lt;br /&gt;and is of little use.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just as the finest swordsmith&lt;br /&gt;tempers the finest blade&lt;br /&gt;with his experience,&lt;br /&gt;so the sage, with wisdom, tempers intellect.&lt;br /&gt;With patience, tangled cord may be undone,&lt;br /&gt;and problems which seem insoluble, resolved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With wise administrators, all can exist in unity,&lt;br /&gt;each with the other,&lt;br /&gt;because no man need feel that he exists,&lt;br /&gt;only as the shadow of his brilliant brother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Through conduct not contrived for gain,&lt;br /&gt;awareness of the Tao may be maintained.&lt;br /&gt;This is how its mysteries may be found.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17268246-114214784718646785?l=foolishjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://foolishjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/114214784718646785/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17268246&amp;postID=114214784718646785' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17268246/posts/default/114214784718646785'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17268246/posts/default/114214784718646785'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://foolishjourney.blogspot.com/2006/03/unfathomable-tao.html' title='The Unfathomable Tao'/><author><name>Sadie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00062594831060047447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17268246.post-114194864462772729</id><published>2006-03-09T15:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-09T15:57:24.640-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Without Seeking Acclaim</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7907/1660/1600/buddha122505b.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7907/1660/320/buddha122505b.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.religiousworlds.com/taoism/ttcstan3.html#3"&gt;3. WITHOUT SEEKING ACCLAIM&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By retaining his humility,&lt;br /&gt;the talented person who is also wise,&lt;br /&gt;reduces rivalry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The person who possesses many things,&lt;br /&gt;but does not boast of his possessions,&lt;br /&gt;reduces temptation, and reduces stealing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those who are jealous of the skills or things&lt;br /&gt;possessed by others,&lt;br /&gt;most easily themselves become possessed by envy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Satisfied with his possessions,&lt;br /&gt;the sage eliminates the need to steal;&lt;br /&gt;at one with the Tao,&lt;br /&gt;he remains free of envy,&lt;br /&gt;and has no need of titles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By being supple, he retains his energy.&lt;br /&gt;He minimizes his desires,&lt;br /&gt;and does not train himself in guile,&lt;br /&gt;nor subtle words of praise.&lt;br /&gt;By not contriving, he retains&lt;br /&gt;the harmony of his inner world,&lt;br /&gt;and so remains at peace within himself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is for reasons such as these,&lt;br /&gt;that an administration&lt;br /&gt;which (word missing) with the welfare of those it serves,&lt;br /&gt;does not encourage status&lt;br /&gt;and titles to be sought,&lt;br /&gt;nor encourage rivalry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ensuring a sufficiency for all,&lt;br /&gt;helps in reducing discontent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Administrators who are wise&lt;br /&gt;do not seek honours for themselves,&lt;br /&gt;nor act (word missing) towards the ones they serve.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17268246-114194864462772729?l=foolishjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://foolishjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/114194864462772729/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17268246&amp;postID=114194864462772729' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17268246/posts/default/114194864462772729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17268246/posts/default/114194864462772729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://foolishjourney.blogspot.com/2006/03/without-seeking-acclaim.html' title='Without Seeking Acclaim'/><author><name>Sadie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00062594831060047447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17268246.post-114181959249809807</id><published>2006-03-08T04:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-08T04:06:32.513-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Letting Go of Comparisons</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7907/1660/1600/buddha12.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7907/1660/320/buddha12.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.religiousworlds.com/taoism/ttcstan3.html#2"&gt;2. LETTING GO OF COMPARISONS&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We cannot know the Tao itself,&lt;br /&gt;nor see its qualities direct,&lt;br /&gt;but only see by differentiation,&lt;br /&gt;that which it manifests.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thus, that which is seen as beautiful&lt;br /&gt;is beautiful compared with that&lt;br /&gt;which is seen as lacking beauty;&lt;br /&gt;an action considered skilled&lt;br /&gt;is so considered in comparison&lt;br /&gt;with another, which seems unskilled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That which a person knows he has&lt;br /&gt;is known to him by that which he does not have,&lt;br /&gt;and that which he considers difficult&lt;br /&gt;seems so because of that which he can do with ease.&lt;br /&gt;One thing seems long by comparison with that&lt;br /&gt;which is, comparatively, short.&lt;br /&gt;One thing is high because another thing is low;&lt;br /&gt;only when sound ceases is quietness known,&lt;br /&gt;and that which leads&lt;br /&gt;is seen to lead only by being followed.&lt;br /&gt;In comparison, the sage,&lt;br /&gt;in harmony with the Tao,&lt;br /&gt;needs no comparisons,&lt;br /&gt;and when he makes them, knows&lt;br /&gt;that comparisons are judgements,&lt;br /&gt;and just as relative to he who makes them,&lt;br /&gt;and to the situation,&lt;br /&gt;as they are to that on which&lt;br /&gt;the judgement has been made.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Through his experience,&lt;br /&gt;the sage becomes aware that all things change,&lt;br /&gt;and that he who seems to lead,&lt;br /&gt;might also, in another situation, follow.&lt;br /&gt;So he does nothing; he neither leads nor follows.&lt;br /&gt;That which he does is neither big nor small;&lt;br /&gt;without intent, it is neither difficult,&lt;br /&gt;nor donᇘŮwi�� e��e.��r ଯ&gt; His task completed, he then lets go of it;&lt;br /&gt;seeking no credit, he cannot be discredited.&lt;br /&gt;Thus, his teaching lasts for ever,&lt;br /&gt;and he is held in high esteem.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17268246-114181959249809807?l=foolishjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://foolishjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/114181959249809807/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17268246&amp;postID=114181959249809807' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17268246/posts/default/114181959249809807'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17268246/posts/default/114181959249809807'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://foolishjourney.blogspot.com/2006/03/letting-go-of-comparisons.html' title='Letting Go of Comparisons'/><author><name>Sadie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00062594831060047447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17268246.post-114170700879075681</id><published>2006-03-06T20:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-06T20:50:08.826-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Embodiment of the Tao</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7907/1660/1600/buddha10.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7907/1660/320/buddha10.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.religiousworlds.com/taoism/ttcstan3.html"&gt;1. THE EMBODIMENT OF TAO&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even the finest teaching is not the Tao itself.&lt;br /&gt;Even the finest name is insufficient to define it.&lt;br /&gt;Without words, the Tao can be experienced,&lt;br /&gt;and without a name, it can be known.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To conduct one's life according to the Tao,&lt;br /&gt;is to conduct one's life without regrets;&lt;br /&gt;to realize that potential within oneself&lt;br /&gt;which is of benefit to all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though words or names are not required&lt;br /&gt;to live one's life this way,&lt;br /&gt;to describe it, words and names are used,&lt;br /&gt;that we might better clarify&lt;br /&gt;the way of which we speak,&lt;br /&gt;without confusing it with other ways&lt;br /&gt;in which an individual might choose to live.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Through knowledge, intellectual thought and words,&lt;br /&gt;the manifestations of the Tao are known,&lt;br /&gt;but without such intellectual intent&lt;br /&gt;we might experience the Tao itself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Both knowledge and experience are real,&lt;br /&gt;but reality has many forms,&lt;br /&gt;which seem to cause complexity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By using the means appropriate,&lt;br /&gt;we extend ourselves beyond&lt;br /&gt;the barriers of such complexity,&lt;br /&gt;and so experience the Tao.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17268246-114170700879075681?l=foolishjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://foolishjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/114170700879075681/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17268246&amp;postID=114170700879075681' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17268246/posts/default/114170700879075681'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17268246/posts/default/114170700879075681'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://foolishjourney.blogspot.com/2006/03/embodiment-of-tao.html' title='The Embodiment of the Tao'/><author><name>Sadie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00062594831060047447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17268246.post-114035868471409477</id><published>2006-02-19T06:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-19T06:18:04.746-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The mind</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7907/1660/1600/pines02.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7907/1660/320/pines02.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The mind,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;What shall we call it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;It is the sound of the breeze&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;That blows through the pines&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;In the Indian-ink pictures.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.dailyzen.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; - Ikkyu (1394-1481)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17268246-114035868471409477?l=foolishjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://foolishjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/114035868471409477/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17268246&amp;postID=114035868471409477' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17268246/posts/default/114035868471409477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17268246/posts/default/114035868471409477'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://foolishjourney.blogspot.com/2006/02/mind.html' title='The mind'/><author><name>Sadie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00062594831060047447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17268246.post-114027301935162659</id><published>2006-02-18T06:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-18T06:30:19.366-08:00</updated><title type='text'>When buddhas don’t appear</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7907/1660/1600/buddhaslots.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7907/1660/320/buddhaslots.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;When buddhas don’t appear&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And their followers are gone,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The wisdom of awakening&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Bursts forth by itself&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.dailyzen.com/"&gt; - Nagarjuna (2nd century)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17268246-114027301935162659?l=foolishjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://foolishjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/114027301935162659/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17268246&amp;postID=114027301935162659' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17268246/posts/default/114027301935162659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17268246/posts/default/114027301935162659'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://foolishjourney.blogspot.com/2006/02/when-buddhas-dont-appear.html' title='When buddhas don’t appear'/><author><name>Sadie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00062594831060047447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17268246.post-114009898783132641</id><published>2006-02-16T05:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-16T06:09:50.896-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Do not sit with a mind fixed on emptiness.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7907/1660/1600/buddha099.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7907/1660/320/buddha099.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do not sit with a mind fixed on emptiness.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;If you do, you will fall into a neutral kind of emptiness.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Emptiness includes the sun, moon, stars and planets,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The great earth, mountains and rivers,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;All trees and grasses,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Bad people and good people, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Bad things and good things,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Heaven and hell; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;They are all in the midst of emptiness.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; - Hui-neng (638-713)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;From the &lt;a href="http://www.dailyzen.com/"&gt;Daily Zen.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17268246-114009898783132641?l=foolishjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://foolishjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/114009898783132641/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17268246&amp;postID=114009898783132641' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17268246/posts/default/114009898783132641'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17268246/posts/default/114009898783132641'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://foolishjourney.blogspot.com/2006/02/do-not-sit-with-mind-fixed-on.html' title='Do not sit with a mind fixed on emptiness.'/><author><name>Sadie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00062594831060047447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17268246.post-113993595766277299</id><published>2006-02-14T08:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-14T08:52:37.683-08:00</updated><title type='text'>By chance I knocked at his Zen hut</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7907/1660/1600/moon19.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7907/1660/320/moon19.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;By chance I knocked at his Zen hut,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sat among the slopes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And knew that these monastery dusty dreams&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Are all unreal. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Water flowing mindfully; what trace does it leave?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Idle clouds pursuing their whim; they lean on nothing. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The novice hoes the garden, greens at their best now;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Monkeys wail in the ravine where chestnuts&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Have grown plump. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Reluctantly I start down the path among the pines; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The white moon in its beauty comes to see me home.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; - Ichkawa Kanasai (1749-1820)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17268246-113993595766277299?l=foolishjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://foolishjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/113993595766277299/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17268246&amp;postID=113993595766277299' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17268246/posts/default/113993595766277299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17268246/posts/default/113993595766277299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://foolishjourney.blogspot.com/2006/02/by-chance-i-knocked-at-his-zen-hut.html' title='By chance I knocked at his Zen hut'/><author><name>Sadie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00062594831060047447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17268246.post-113705215362912107</id><published>2006-01-11T23:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-11T23:51:31.620-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tens</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Read like Aces (ones), but also represent a cyclical rebeginning that signals a major change from one thing or place to another.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7907/1660/1600/wheelcomb.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7907/1660/320/wheelcomb.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Relate to the Wheel of Fortune.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7907/1660/1600/10wandscomb.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7907/1660/320/10wandscomb.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Bending, but not breaking under a burden that may very well be of your own design.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7907/1660/1600/10cupscomb.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7907/1660/320/10cupscomb.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Emotional fulfillment through love; home and hearth; abundance.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7907/1660/1600/10swordscomb.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7907/1660/320/10swordscomb.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Reaching bottom; a time to rebuild your life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7907/1660/1600/10coinscomb.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7907/1660/320/10coinscomb.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Lasting prosperity and affluence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The element of the suit complete - different from the nines in that this completion transcends the physical.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Peace.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;The images shown are from the following Tarot decks: Hanson-Roberts, Cosmic Tarot, Vampire Tarot, Witches Tarot, Robin Wood Tarot, Morgan-Greer Taro, Hudes Tarot, Tarot of the Moon Garden, and the Tarot of the Trance.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17268246-113705215362912107?l=foolishjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://foolishjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/113705215362912107/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17268246&amp;postID=113705215362912107' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17268246/posts/default/113705215362912107'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17268246/posts/default/113705215362912107'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://foolishjourney.blogspot.com/2006/01/tens.html' title='Tens'/><author><name>Sadie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00062594831060047447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17268246.post-113677152880593017</id><published>2006-01-08T17:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-08T17:52:08.820-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Without Sickness</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7907/1660/1600/buddha22.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7907/1660/320/buddha22.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;To acknowledge one's ignorance&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;shows strength of personality,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;but to ignore wisdom is a sign of weakness.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;To be sick of sickness is a sign of good health,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;therefore the wise man grows sick of sickness,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;and sick of being sick of sickness,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;'til he is sick no more.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.religiousworlds.com/taoism/ttcstan3.html#71"&gt;Source.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17268246-113677152880593017?l=foolishjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://foolishjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/113677152880593017/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17268246&amp;postID=113677152880593017' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17268246/posts/default/113677152880593017'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17268246/posts/default/113677152880593017'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://foolishjourney.blogspot.com/2006/01/without-sickness.html' title='Without Sickness'/><author><name>Sadie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00062594831060047447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17268246.post-113664844660186169</id><published>2006-01-07T07:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-07T07:40:46.643-08:00</updated><title type='text'>the weaker may still win</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7907/1660/1600/nudewhite2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7907/1660/320/nudewhite2.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Arguments may be won by waiting,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;rather than making an aggresive move;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;by withdrawing rather than advancing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;By moving without appearing to move,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;by not making a show of strength,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;but by conserving it well;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;by capturing without attacking,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;by being armed, but with no weapons,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;great battles may be won.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Do not underestimate&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;those you enjoin in battle,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;for this can result in losing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;what is of greatest value.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;When a battle is enjoined,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;by remembering this,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;the weaker may still win.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.religiousworlds.com/taoism/ttcstan3.html#69"&gt;Source.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17268246-113664844660186169?l=foolishjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://foolishjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/113664844660186169/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17268246&amp;postID=113664844660186169' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17268246/posts/default/113664844660186169'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17268246/posts/default/113664844660186169'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://foolishjourney.blogspot.com/2006/01/weaker-may-still-win.html' title='the weaker may still win'/><author><name>Sadie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00062594831060047447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17268246.post-113644192546329344</id><published>2006-01-04T22:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-04T22:18:45.483-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nature's Beauty</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7907/1660/1600/bonsai1.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7907/1660/320/bonsai1.jpeg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;A priest was in charge of the garden within a famous Zen temple. He had been given the job because he loved the flowers, shrubs, and trees. Next to the temple there was another, smaller temple where there lived a very old Zen master.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;One day, when the priest was expecting some special guests, he took extra care in tending to the garden. He pulled the weeds, trimmed the shrubs, combed the moss, and spent a long time meticulously raking up and carefully arranging all the dry autumn leaves. As he worked, the old master watched him with interest from across the wall that separated the temples.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;When he had finished, the priest stood back to admire his work. "Isn't it beautiful," he called out to the old master. "Yes," replied the old man, "but there is something missing. Help me over this wall and I'll put it right for you."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The priest lifted the old fellow over and set him down. Slowly, the master walked to the tree near the center of the garden, grabbed it by the trunk, and shook it. Leaves showered down all over the garden. "There," said the old man, "you can put me back now."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.renegadezen.com/nature.html"&gt;Source.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17268246-113644192546329344?l=foolishjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://foolishjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/113644192546329344/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17268246&amp;postID=113644192546329344' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17268246/posts/default/113644192546329344'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17268246/posts/default/113644192546329344'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://foolishjourney.blogspot.com/2006/01/natures-beauty.html' title='Nature&apos;s Beauty'/><author><name>Sadie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00062594831060047447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17268246.post-113631232389903525</id><published>2006-01-03T10:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-03T10:18:43.926-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The world really could be a better place</title><content type='html'>If only we stopped letting asshats become leaders.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7907/1660/1600/buddha92.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7907/1660/320/buddha92.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Those who follow the natural way&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;are different from others in three respects.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;They have great mercy and economy,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;and the courage not to compete.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;From mercy there comes courage;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;from economy, generosity;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;and from humility, willingness to lead from behind.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;It is the way of sickness to shun the merciful,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;and to acclaim only heroic deeds,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;to abandon economy, and to be selfish.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;They are sick, who are not humble,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;but try always to be first.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Only he who is compassionate&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;can show true bravery,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;and in defending, show great strength.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Compassion is the means by which&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;mankind may be guarded and saved,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;for heaven arms with compassion,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;those whom it would not see destroyed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.religiousworlds.com/taoism/ttcstan3.html#67"&gt;Source.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17268246-113631232389903525?l=foolishjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://foolishjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/113631232389903525/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17268246&amp;postID=113631232389903525' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17268246/posts/default/113631232389903525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17268246/posts/default/113631232389903525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://foolishjourney.blogspot.com/2006/01/world-really-could-be-better-place.html' title='The world really could be a better place'/><author><name>Sadie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00062594831060047447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17268246.post-113627279994638652</id><published>2006-01-02T23:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-02T23:19:59.956-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Be aware</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7907/1660/1600/joy01.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7907/1660/320/joy01.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The aim of life is to live and to live means to be aware, joyously, drunkenly, serenely, divinely aware.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Henry Miller&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17268246-113627279994638652?l=foolishjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://foolishjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/113627279994638652/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17268246&amp;postID=113627279994638652' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17268246/posts/default/113627279994638652'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17268246/posts/default/113627279994638652'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://foolishjourney.blogspot.com/2006/01/be-aware.html' title='Be aware'/><author><name>Sadie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00062594831060047447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17268246.post-113615796521122151</id><published>2006-01-01T15:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-01T15:26:05.223-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Keeping with the Metaphor</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7907/1660/1600/mebob1b50.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7907/1660/320/mebob1b50.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The New Year is like a first date. Perhaps not as exciting to me as first dates were 25 years ago, but it's certainly more exciting than the last date of any relationship in any year. Which is not to diminish the exhilaration of break-up sex. But I digress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where I live, there is usually snow on the ground on the first of the year. And on this day, this first date, so full of possibilities, I smile when I look at the snow, knowing that it provides a blanket for the sleeping earth. I even see the nurturing of spring in that snow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By next month, I will most likely perceive snow to be something that makes driving dangerous. Ah, but by next month, 2006 and I will have had many dates and I will start seeing its flaws.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But today, I view 2006 with what I can best describe as a detached optimism. In other words, I almost believe that 2006 could be practically perfect, and I'll even give it the chance to do so, but I won't be too very disappointed if it isn't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just like those first dates. At 25, I believed that the new year (or new man) could be perfect, and I was very disappointed when it (or he) wasn't. And I'll grant that the rush of youthful optimism was a bit more intoxicating than the one of my now detached optimism.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But come December 2006, if the year hasn't lived up to my hopes and dreams, rather than crying in my soup over the loss, I'll be expectantly waiting for 2007.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that I can do it all over again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Peace.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17268246-113615796521122151?l=foolishjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://foolishjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/113615796521122151/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17268246&amp;postID=113615796521122151' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17268246/posts/default/113615796521122151'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17268246/posts/default/113615796521122151'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://foolishjourney.blogspot.com/2006/01/keeping-with-metaphor.html' title='Keeping with the Metaphor'/><author><name>Sadie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00062594831060047447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17268246.post-113608623732657866</id><published>2005-12-31T19:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-31T21:58:20.660-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dear 2005</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7907/1660/1600/fathertime01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7907/1660/320/fathertime01.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Dear 2005,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though I realize some may think that doing this by letter rather than in person is a bit cowardly, I'm afraid that a letter is how I've chosen to bring this thing we have between us to an end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As years go, we've had some good moments, but nothing so amazing that you'll have a prominent place in the scrapbook of my psyche. I mean, you had 365 days, you had a full moon every month, and all the holidays that every other year has always had, but something was missing - you could feel it, too, couldn't you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take May. That was an awful month wasn't it? I won't go into it now, but you know what I mean, and I hope I never have to deal with that much negativity ever again. I take responsibility for that time, but unfortunately for you, 2005, it happened in your year, so it's forever a part of my memories of you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All told, you've been a below average year. On the other hand, the last four months of you have been almost terrific. This makes you like a lot of relationships I've had. Everything seems to get all wonderful once I know the end is near.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope we can still be friends. After all, you are part of the whole that is my life, so I don't want to pretend that you never existed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I hope we can part with no acrimony and simply wish each other the best for the future - well if you had a future, that is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In a few hours, our time together will be over. Your time will be over completely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please remember me fondly,&lt;br /&gt;Sadie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;To anyone reading this: 2005 was really a rather inadequate year, but you know how sensitive years are even when they act all macho and tough. I'm really very happy to see it end. And while my letter above isn't altogether truthful, I just can't bring myself to hurt 2005's feelings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17268246-113608623732657866?l=foolishjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://foolishjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/113608623732657866/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17268246&amp;postID=113608623732657866' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17268246/posts/default/113608623732657866'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17268246/posts/default/113608623732657866'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://foolishjourney.blogspot.com/2005/12/dear-2005.html' title='Dear 2005'/><author><name>Sadie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00062594831060047447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17268246.post-113600182847439463</id><published>2005-12-30T19:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-30T20:03:48.486-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Simplification</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;As this year winds down, this seems particularly fitting.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7907/1660/1600/buddha17.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7907/1660/320/buddha17.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;With natural justice, people must be ruled,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;and if war be waged, strategy and tactics used.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;To master one's self,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;one must act without cunning.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The greater the number of laws and restrictions,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;the poorer the people who inhabit the land.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The sharper the weapons of battle and war,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;the greater the troubles besetting the land.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The greater the cunning with which people are ruled,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;the stranger the things which occur in the land.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The harder the rules and regulations,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;the greater the number of those who will steal.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The sage therefore does not contrive,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;in order to bring about reform,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;but teaches the people peace of mind,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;in order that they might enjoy their lives.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Having no desires, all he does is natural.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Since he teaches self-sufficiency,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;the people who follow him return&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;to a good, uncomplicated life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.religiousworlds.com/taoism/ttcstan3.html#57"&gt;Source.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7907/1660/1600/Peace099.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7907/1660/320/Peace099.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17268246-113600182847439463?l=foolishjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://foolishjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/113600182847439463/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17268246&amp;postID=113600182847439463' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17268246/posts/default/113600182847439463'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17268246/posts/default/113600182847439463'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://foolishjourney.blogspot.com/2005/12/simplification.html' title='Simplification'/><author><name>Sadie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00062594831060047447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17268246.post-113587557799135904</id><published>2005-12-29T08:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-29T08:59:38.006-08:00</updated><title type='text'>That which is firmly rooted</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7907/1660/1600/buddha91.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7907/1660/320/buddha91.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;That which is firmly rooted,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;is not easily torn from the ground;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;just as that which is firmly grasped,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;does not slip easily from the hand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.religiousworlds.com/taoism/ttcstan3.html#54"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Source.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17268246-113587557799135904?l=foolishjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://foolishjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/113587557799135904/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17268246&amp;postID=113587557799135904' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17268246/posts/default/113587557799135904'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17268246/posts/default/113587557799135904'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://foolishjourney.blogspot.com/2005/12/that-which-is-firmly-rooted.html' title='That which is firmly rooted'/><author><name>Sadie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00062594831060047447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17268246.post-113584121856739567</id><published>2005-12-28T23:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-28T23:26:58.580-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Einstein on Ethical Behavior</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7907/1660/1600/einstein01.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7907/1660/320/einstein01.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;A man's ethical behavior should be based effectually on sympathy, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;education, and social ties; no religious basis is necessary.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Man would indeed be in a poor way if he had to be restrained by &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;fear of punishment and hope of reward after death. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--Albert Einstein&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17268246-113584121856739567?l=foolishjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://foolishjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/113584121856739567/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17268246&amp;postID=113584121856739567' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17268246/posts/default/113584121856739567'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17268246/posts/default/113584121856739567'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://foolishjourney.blogspot.com/2005/12/einstein-on-ethical-behavior.html' title='Einstein on Ethical Behavior'/><author><name>Sadie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00062594831060047447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17268246.post-113572636735759571</id><published>2005-12-27T15:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-27T15:32:47.376-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nines</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7907/1660/1600/hermitcomb.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7907/1660/320/hermitcomb.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Ruled by the Hermit. A journey of spirit. Completion.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7907/1660/1600/09wandcomb.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7907/1660/320/09wandcomb.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Receiving the rewards of a hard battle.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7907/1660/1600/09cupscomb.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7907/1660/320/09cupscomb.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Contentment, self-indulgence, wish fulfillment.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7907/1660/1600/09swordscomb.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7907/1660/320/09swordscomb.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Worry and anguish. Calmly approach your problems with rational, workable solutions.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7907/1660/1600/09coinscomb.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7907/1660/320/09coinscomb.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Financial abundance. Creating a beautiful, soul-nurturing retreat for yourself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17268246-113572636735759571?l=foolishjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://foolishjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/113572636735759571/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17268246&amp;postID=113572636735759571' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17268246/posts/default/113572636735759571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17268246/posts/default/113572636735759571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://foolishjourney.blogspot.com/2005/12/nines.html' title='Nines'/><author><name>Sadie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00062594831060047447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17268246.post-113561661030817726</id><published>2005-12-26T08:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-26T09:03:30.346-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Time</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7907/1660/1600/infinity02.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7907/1660/320/infinity02.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;In Europe, the hotel rooms mostly don't have clocks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17268246-113561661030817726?l=foolishjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://foolishjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/113561661030817726/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17268246&amp;postID=113561661030817726' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17268246/posts/default/113561661030817726'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17268246/posts/default/113561661030817726'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://foolishjourney.blogspot.com/2005/12/time.html' title='Time'/><author><name>Sadie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00062594831060047447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17268246.post-113552866500973498</id><published>2005-12-25T08:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-25T08:37:45.023-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Returning to the Source</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7907/1660/1600/buddha122505b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7907/1660/320/buddha122505b.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The virtue of Tao governs its natural way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Thus, he who is at one with it,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;is one with everything which lives,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;having freedom from the fear of death.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Boasting, and hurrying hither and thither,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;destroy the enjoyment of a peace filled life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Life is more fulfilled by far,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;for he who does not have desire,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;for he who does not have desire,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;has no need of boasting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Learn to see the insignificant and small,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;grow in wisdom and develop insight,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;that which is irrevocable,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;do not try to fight,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;and so be saved from harm.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.religiousworlds.com/taoism/ttcstan3.html#52"&gt;Source.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17268246-113552866500973498?l=foolishjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://foolishjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/113552866500973498/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17268246&amp;postID=113552866500973498' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17268246/posts/default/113552866500973498'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17268246/posts/default/113552866500973498'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://foolishjourney.blogspot.com/2005/12/returning-to-source.html' title='Returning to the Source'/><author><name>Sadie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00062594831060047447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17268246.post-113548333352283837</id><published>2005-12-24T19:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-24T20:02:13.536-08:00</updated><title type='text'>This Joyous Holiday</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7907/1660/1600/spaghettixmas.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7907/1660/320/spaghettixmas.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Peace on Earth&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;to those of Goodwill.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17268246-113548333352283837?l=foolishjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://foolishjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/113548333352283837/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17268246&amp;postID=113548333352283837' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17268246/posts/default/113548333352283837'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17268246/posts/default/113548333352283837'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://foolishjourney.blogspot.com/2005/12/this-joyous-holiday.html' title='This Joyous Holiday'/><author><name>Sadie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00062594831060047447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17268246.post-113530650873885574</id><published>2005-12-22T18:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-23T00:17:30.973-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tending my garden</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7907/1660/1600/container099.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7907/1660/320/container099.1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Every morning I tend my garden - my garden being my home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On rare occasions, something comes up that keeps me from doing the menial chores that keep my world orderly and comfortable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When this happens I feel disconnected, and the best fix is to put on my (psychic) gardening gloves, pull weeds (wash dishes), and water (dust and declutter) my precious garden.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The tendency of the culture is to trivialize these daily chores, but I've learned to appreciate their importance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And at the end of each day, when the house is warm because the fire has been tended diligently, when a delicious aroma of a meal carefully prepared fills the air, and when I finally settle in against fluffy pillows, eating ice cream and watching TV, I feel a sense of peace and satisfaction that no job with wages has ever given me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be mindful and tend your garden.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17268246-113530650873885574?l=foolishjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://foolishjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/113530650873885574/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17268246&amp;postID=113530650873885574' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17268246/posts/default/113530650873885574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17268246/posts/default/113530650873885574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://foolishjourney.blogspot.com/2005/12/tending-my-garden.html' title='Tending my garden'/><author><name>Sadie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00062594831060047447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17268246.post-113522447365499767</id><published>2005-12-21T20:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-21T20:13:23.023-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Once you suddenly smash through</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7907/1660/1600/bull12.2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7907/1660/320/bull12.2.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Once you suddenly smash through, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;and go on to make the leap beyond, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;you will find that everything &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;around you and all that you do, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;whether active or at rest, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;is the scenery of the&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;fundamental ground, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;the original Mind. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;There will be not a hairsbreadth&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;of difference between you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;and other things; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;there will be no other thing.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; - Daito (1282-1334)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17268246-113522447365499767?l=foolishjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://foolishjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/113522447365499767/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17268246&amp;postID=113522447365499767' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17268246/posts/default/113522447365499767'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17268246/posts/default/113522447365499767'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://foolishjourney.blogspot.com/2005/12/once-you-suddenly-smash-through.html' title='Once you suddenly smash through'/><author><name>Sadie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00062594831060047447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17268246.post-113513007114227421</id><published>2005-12-20T17:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-20T17:55:20.213-08:00</updated><title type='text'>We, the unwilling</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7907/1660/1600/mtheresa09.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7907/1660/320/mtheresa09.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;We, the unwilling, led by the unknowing, are doing the impossible for the ungrateful. We have done so much, for so long, with so little, we are now qualified to do anything with nothing. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;- Mother Theresa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17268246-113513007114227421?l=foolishjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://foolishjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/113513007114227421/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17268246&amp;postID=113513007114227421' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17268246/posts/default/113513007114227421'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17268246/posts/default/113513007114227421'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://foolishjourney.blogspot.com/2005/12/we-unwilling.html' title='We, the unwilling'/><author><name>Sadie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00062594831060047447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17268246.post-113496271880387078</id><published>2005-12-18T19:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-18T19:25:18.816-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Do not seek to follow</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7907/1660/1600/journey.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7907/1660/320/journey.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;Do not seek to follow in the footsteps of the old; seek what they sought. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;- Basho.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17268246-113496271880387078?l=foolishjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://foolishjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/113496271880387078/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17268246&amp;postID=113496271880387078' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17268246/posts/default/113496271880387078'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17268246/posts/default/113496271880387078'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://foolishjourney.blogspot.com/2005/12/do-not-seek-to-follow.html' title='Do not seek to follow'/><author><name>Sadie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00062594831060047447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17268246.post-113492859052680141</id><published>2005-12-18T09:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-18T09:56:30.536-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Another round of "if you ain't with us, then you're not patriotic."</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7907/1660/1600/gnomemoon2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7907/1660/320/gnomemoon2.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Personally, I'm tired of hearing this from Pukeboy and his cronies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I put forth that disagreeing with authority and not blindly accepting the idea of random wire taps makes me more patriotic than those who bleet and drool in agreement with the powers that be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to wonder what has weakened the bloodlines of this country so much. Too much marrying of cousins? Too much complacency? An education system that gets worse and worse w/each passing year?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being a citizen of this country is hard work. You have to think. If you blindly follow, maybe you're the one that doesn't deserve to be called a patriot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really want to love my fellow countrymen. But more often than not, I really want to slap the snot out of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah: Peace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17268246-113492859052680141?l=foolishjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://foolishjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/113492859052680141/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17268246&amp;postID=113492859052680141' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17268246/posts/default/113492859052680141'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17268246/posts/default/113492859052680141'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://foolishjourney.blogspot.com/2005/12/another-round-of-if-you-aint-with-us.html' title='Another round of &quot;if you ain&apos;t with us, then you&apos;re not patriotic.&quot;'/><author><name>Sadie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00062594831060047447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17268246.post-113473387690133812</id><published>2005-12-16T03:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-16T03:51:16.913-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Desire and Ambition</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7907/1660/1600/BuddhaOnHill2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7907/1660/320/BuddhaOnHill2.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the way of nature is observed,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;all things serve their function;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;horses drawing carts, and pulling at the plough.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;But when the natural way is not observed,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;horses are bred for battle and for war.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Desire and wanting cause discontent,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;whilst he who knows sufficiency&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;more easily has what he requires.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.religiousworlds.com/taoism/ttcstan3.html"&gt;Source.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17268246-113473387690133812?l=foolishjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://foolishjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/113473387690133812/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17268246&amp;postID=113473387690133812' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17268246/posts/default/113473387690133812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17268246/posts/default/113473387690133812'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://foolishjourney.blogspot.com/2005/12/desire-and-ambition.html' title='Desire and Ambition'/><author><name>Sadie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00062594831060047447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17268246.post-113461231869528587</id><published>2005-12-14T17:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-14T18:09:50.866-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Eights</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7907/1660/1600/strengthcomb.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7907/1660/320/strengthcomb.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Ruled by the Strength card.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7907/1660/1600/08wandscomb.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7907/1660/320/08wandscomb.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Do and move.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7907/1660/1600/08cupscomb.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7907/1660/320/08cupscomb.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Weariness and endings.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7907/1660/1600/08swordscomb.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7907/1660/320/08swordscomb.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Having the courage to escape the traps in your life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7907/1660/1600/08coinscomb.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7907/1660/320/08coinscomb.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Work, focus, detail, commitment, success.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Peace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;The images shown are from the following Tarot decks: Hanson-Roberts, Cosmic Tarot, Vampire Tarot, Witches Tarot, Robin Wood Tarot, Morgan-Greer Taro, Hudes Tarot, Tarot of the Moon Garden, and the Tarot of the Trance.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17268246-113461231869528587?l=foolishjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://foolishjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/113461231869528587/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17268246&amp;postID=113461231869528587' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17268246/posts/default/113461231869528587'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17268246/posts/default/113461231869528587'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://foolishjourney.blogspot.com/2005/12/eights.html' title='Eights'/><author><name>Sadie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00062594831060047447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17268246.post-113441593858461676</id><published>2005-12-12T11:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-12T11:32:18.596-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Concerns of the Great</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7907/1660/1600/buddhaface2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7907/1660/320/buddhaface2.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;A truly good man is unaware&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;of the good deeds he performs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Conversely, a foolish man must try&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;continuously to be good.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;A good man seems to do little or nought,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;yet he leaves nothing undone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;A foolish man must always strive,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;whilst leaving much undone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The man who is truly wise and kind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;leaves nothing to be done,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;but he who only acts&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;according to his nation's law&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;leaves many things undone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.religiousworlds.com/taoism/ttcstan3.html#38"&gt;Source&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17268246-113441593858461676?l=foolishjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://foolishjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/113441593858461676/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17268246&amp;postID=113441593858461676' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17268246/posts/default/113441593858461676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17268246/posts/default/113441593858461676'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://foolishjourney.blogspot.com/2005/12/concerns-of-great.html' title='The Concerns of the Great'/><author><name>Sadie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00062594831060047447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17268246.post-113419429696991721</id><published>2005-12-09T21:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-09T21:58:16.980-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Water birds</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7907/1660/1600/greategret2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7907/1660/320/greategret2.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Water birds&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;going and coming&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;their traces disappear&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;but they never&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;forget their path.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;-Dogen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17268246-113419429696991721?l=foolishjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://foolishjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/113419429696991721/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17268246&amp;postID=113419429696991721' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17268246/posts/default/113419429696991721'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17268246/posts/default/113419429696991721'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://foolishjourney.blogspot.com/2005/12/water-birds.html' title='Water birds'/><author><name>Sadie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00062594831060047447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17268246.post-113417005650888538</id><published>2005-12-09T15:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-09T21:59:07.183-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Defining Moments Large and Small</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7907/1660/1600/clock01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7907/1660/320/clock01.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A beautiful blond young man looks through a pizzaria window and the sight of him takes your breath away. You end up together for seven years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Lesson:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Trust your gut.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Twenty-five years later, you hear of his death and the loss of him hits you like a very hard slap and sends you on a quest to regain the spirit and courage you had as a young woman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Lesson:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Stay vigilant or you become old on the inside.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seeing the Dean's signature on your petition for your degree.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Lesson:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You can complete objectives.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Getting a job with a major accounting firm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Lesson: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You can hide the hippie within under a business suit and the right hair.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Walking away in disgust from Corporate America five short years after graduation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Lesson:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You can't hide the hippie within from yourself for very long.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first time you experience the death of a loved one and the world goes on even though you can't imagine how it possibly can do so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Lesson:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You can survive much more than you ever thought you could.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking in the mirror and seeing the light back in your eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Lesson:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;No matter how much you lose, if your spirit is strong, you can't lose everything.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You start your day with coffee. Because it's in an air-tight carafe, it kind of splashes a little when you pour it, leaving little droplets on the counter. To stop the little splashes, you take the lid off the carafe. Now as you now pour, instead of small little droplets, a huge puddle of coffee collects on the counter as the coffee streams down the side of the carafe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Lesson:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Life is hilarious!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17268246-113417005650888538?l=foolishjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://foolishjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/113417005650888538/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17268246&amp;postID=113417005650888538' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17268246/posts/default/113417005650888538'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17268246/posts/default/113417005650888538'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://foolishjourney.blogspot.com/2005/12/defining-moments-large-and-small.html' title='Defining Moments Large and Small'/><author><name>Sadie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00062594831060047447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17268246.post-113406827396755443</id><published>2005-12-08T10:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-08T10:57:53.983-08:00</updated><title type='text'>25 years ago today</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;John Lennon Oct 9, 1940 - Dec 8, 1980&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7907/1660/1600/jlennon02a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7907/1660/320/jlennon02a.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Imagine there's no Heaven&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;It's easy if you try&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;No hell below us&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Above us only sky&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Imagine all the people&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Living for today&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Imagine there's no countries&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;It isn't hard to do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Nothing to kill or die for&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And no religion too&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Imagine all the people&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Living life in peace&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You may say that I'm a dreamer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;But I'm not the only one&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I hope someday you'll join us&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And the world will be as one&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Imagine no possessions&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I wonder if you can&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;No need for greed or hunger&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;A brotherhood of man&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Imagine all the people&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sharing all the world&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You may say that I'm a dreamer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;But I'm not the only one&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I hope someday you'll join us&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And the world will live as one&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17268246-113406827396755443?l=foolishjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://foolishjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/113406827396755443/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17268246&amp;postID=113406827396755443' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17268246/posts/default/113406827396755443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17268246/posts/default/113406827396755443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://foolishjourney.blogspot.com/2005/12/25-years-ago-today.html' title='25 years ago today'/><author><name>Sadie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00062594831060047447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17268246.post-113401712003393580</id><published>2005-12-07T20:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-07T20:45:21.600-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wild Roses</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7907/1660/1600/rosewild01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7907/1660/320/rosewild01.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Wild roses,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Plucked from fields&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Full of croaking frogs:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Float them in  your wine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;And enjoy every minute!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Ryokan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17268246-113401712003393580?l=foolishjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://foolishjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/113401712003393580/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17268246&amp;postID=113401712003393580' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17268246/posts/default/113401712003393580'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17268246/posts/default/113401712003393580'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://foolishjourney.blogspot.com/2005/12/wild-roses.html' title='Wild Roses'/><author><name>Sadie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00062594831060047447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17268246.post-113401596543745715</id><published>2005-12-07T20:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-07T20:26:05.450-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sevens</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7907/1660/1600/chariotcomb.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7907/1660/320/chariotcomb.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Ruled by the Chariot.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7907/1660/1600/07wandscomb.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7907/1660/320/07wandscomb.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Taking control and learning how to direct forces once you have them in hand.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7907/1660/1600/07cupscomb.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7907/1660/320/07cupscomb.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Faith in things that can't be seen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7907/1660/1600/07swordscomb.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7907/1660/320/07swordscomb.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Observation, investigation, discovery.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7907/1660/1600/07coinscomb.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7907/1660/320/07coinscomb.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Meditation, knowledge, wisdom.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17268246-113401596543745715?l=foolishjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://foolishjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/113401596543745715/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17268246&amp;postID=113401596543745715' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17268246/posts/default/113401596543745715'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17268246/posts/default/113401596543745715'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://foolishjourney.blogspot.com/2005/12/sevens.html' title='Sevens'/><author><name>Sadie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00062594831060047447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17268246.post-113390790091924263</id><published>2005-12-06T14:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-06T14:28:26.376-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Collective IQ</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7907/1660/1600/brain01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7907/1660/320/brain01.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;There have been times in my life when my mind's jaw dropped at the collective IQ of this country&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;, and sometimes of the world,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; taking big dips downward.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some of those times (in no particular chronology) include:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;-Disco becoming popular.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;-Reagan getting elected &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;twice.&lt;/span&gt; Once, I understand, but &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;twice?&lt;/span&gt; Did everyone get drugged before they went in to vote?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;-Everyone wearing those big bows on blouses that were worn under suit jackets. How was emulating some cutesy six year old supposed to be a professional look?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;-The swelling numbers of superstitious people who believe in a big white guy named God.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;-The re-election of the last boob. 51% of registered voters obviously banged bricks on their heads daily for four years in order to accomplish that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Country Western music becoming popular.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;-Belief in the Moral Majority. I believe that the "Majority" is too lazy to be either moral or immoral. Most people just float through life never giving a thought to anything more important than who's getting voted off the island.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17268246-113390790091924263?l=foolishjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://foolishjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/113390790091924263/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17268246&amp;postID=113390790091924263' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17268246/posts/default/113390790091924263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17268246/posts/default/113390790091924263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://foolishjourney.blogspot.com/2005/12/collective-iq.html' title='The Collective IQ'/><author><name>Sadie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00062594831060047447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17268246.post-113382641732972351</id><published>2005-12-05T15:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-05T15:46:57.346-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Fisherman</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7907/1660/1600/buddha25.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7907/1660/320/buddha25.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Studying texts and stiff meditation can make you lose your Original Mind.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;A solitary tune by a fisherman, though, can be an invaluable treasure.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Dusk rain on the river, the moon peeking in and out of the clouds;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Elegant beyond words, he chants his songs night after night.&lt;br /&gt;-Ikkyu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17268246-113382641732972351?l=foolishjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://foolishjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/113382641732972351/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17268246&amp;postID=113382641732972351' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17268246/posts/default/113382641732972351'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17268246/posts/default/113382641732972351'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://foolishjourney.blogspot.com/2005/12/fisherman.html' title='A Fisherman'/><author><name>Sadie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00062594831060047447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17268246.post-113375519807995514</id><published>2005-12-04T19:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-04T19:59:58.080-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Of these mountains, which shall be my home?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7907/1660/1600/buddha91.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7907/1660/320/buddha91.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Unfettered at last, a traveling monk,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I pass the old Zen barrier.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Mine is a traceless stream-and-cloud life,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Of these mountains, which shall be my home?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;                   -    Manan   (1591-1654)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17268246-113375519807995514?l=foolishjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://foolishjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/113375519807995514/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17268246&amp;postID=113375519807995514' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17268246/posts/default/113375519807995514'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17268246/posts/default/113375519807995514'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://foolishjourney.blogspot.com/2005/12/of-these-mountains-which-shall-be-my.html' title='Of these mountains, which shall be my home?'/><author><name>Sadie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00062594831060047447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17268246.post-113375470098340086</id><published>2005-12-04T19:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-04T19:51:43.446-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Home Sweet Home (Priorities)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7907/1660/1600/brownstone086a.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7907/1660/320/brownstone086a.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;On one of the boards I read everyday, the question was posted: Can you teach an old dog new tricks? During the ensuing conversation, one poster noted that though he'd like a thinner body and a cleaner house, if those were the major issues that were keeping him from being happy, then his priorities would be all wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something about that seemed off to me and I realize what it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;I totally disagree with him!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder how many things could be more important than a body that functions the way you want it to (which a very fat body can not do) and a home that is welcoming and wonderful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First let me say that I'm not a skinny freak. I certainly don't believe that everyone needs to be model thin to be happy. I'm just talking about not getting so heavy that it restricts movement, or keeps you from doing what you want to do. I knew a jazz dancer in college who was probably about 35 pounds "overweight." But, she was flexible and she was a helluva dancer - so to me, she wasn't overweight at all; she just wasn't thin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also don't think that anyone's home needs to look like a photo out of Good Housekeeping in order for any of us to be happy. But I do think that for most of us, our home is our sanctuary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you haven't washed laundry in so long that you must now decide whether or not to do laundry or buy panties, or the dirty dishes have piled so high that you have to order take-out, or you're afraid to open that plastic container in the fridge because you have no idea what was in it, but you're sure it wasn't blue and fuzzy, or the only place to walk is a single clear path in each room, I figure that you're probably not getting the succor that you should be from your home/sanctuary. In essence you've created just another space on the planet that makes you feel stressed out and uneasy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know that there are some people who honestly thrive in clutter. But I believe for most of us it's just a bad excuse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now my mind goes to what we've been taught is important.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beauty over health. So we try to be ridiculously thin and feel like failures if we're not, or we're thin enough, but we groan like centenarians doing even the simplest of movements like getting up and down from the couch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wealth over knowledge. "Go to college so you can get a good job." How many of our parents said, "Go to college so you won't be a dumbass?" Not many.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess it's not any big surprise then, that even the most intelligent people can lose sight of what's really important. And to me, on the material plane, anyway, that's a healthy, strong body and a welcoming, comforting home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17268246-113375470098340086?l=foolishjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://foolishjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/113375470098340086/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17268246&amp;postID=113375470098340086' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17268246/posts/default/113375470098340086'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17268246/posts/default/113375470098340086'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://foolishjourney.blogspot.com/2005/12/home-sweet-home-priorities.html' title='Home Sweet Home (Priorities)'/><author><name>Sadie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00062594831060047447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17268246.post-113366464662720165</id><published>2005-12-03T18:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-03T18:52:23.266-08:00</updated><title type='text'>One who conquers himself</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7907/1660/1600/buddhahand01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7907/1660/320/buddhahand01.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;One who conquers himself is greater than another who conquers a thousand times a thousand on the battlefield.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;- The Buddha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17268246-113366464662720165?l=foolishjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://foolishjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/113366464662720165/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17268246&amp;postID=113366464662720165' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17268246/posts/default/113366464662720165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17268246/posts/default/113366464662720165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://foolishjourney.blogspot.com/2005/12/one-who-conquers-himself.html' title='One who conquers himself'/><author><name>Sadie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00062594831060047447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17268246.post-113366406290966663</id><published>2005-12-03T18:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-03T18:44:26.156-08:00</updated><title type='text'>We have the key</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7907/1660/1600/chains01.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7907/1660/320/chains01.1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;Well I know it wasn’t you who held me down&lt;br /&gt;Heaven knows it wasn’t you who set me free&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;So often times it happens that we live our lives in chains&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;And we never even know we have the key&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;-from Already Gone by The Eagles&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17268246-113366406290966663?l=foolishjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://foolishjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/113366406290966663/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17268246&amp;postID=113366406290966663' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17268246/posts/default/113366406290966663'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17268246/posts/default/113366406290966663'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://foolishjourney.blogspot.com/2005/12/we-have-key.html' title='We have the key'/><author><name>Sadie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00062594831060047447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17268246.post-113356336108896339</id><published>2005-12-02T14:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-02T14:42:41.090-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happiness</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7907/1660/1600/monkey12.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7907/1660/320/monkey12.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I cannot tell if what the world considers 'happiness' is happiness or not. All I know is that when I consider the way they go about attaining it, I see them carried away headlong, grim and obsessed, in the general onrush of the human herd, unable to stop themselves or to change their direction. All the while they claim to be just on the point of attaining happiness.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;-Chuang-tzu.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17268246-113356336108896339?l=foolishjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://foolishjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/113356336108896339/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17268246&amp;postID=113356336108896339' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17268246/posts/default/113356336108896339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17268246/posts/default/113356336108896339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://foolishjourney.blogspot.com/2005/12/happiness.html' title='Happiness'/><author><name>Sadie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00062594831060047447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17268246.post-113356301386626477</id><published>2005-12-02T14:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-02T14:36:53.896-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sixes</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7907/1660/1600/06wandscomb.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7907/1660/320/06wandscomb.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Equilibrium.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7907/1660/1600/06cupscomb.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7907/1660/320/06cupscomb.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Balance and harmony.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7907/1660/1600/06swordscomb.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7907/1660/320/06swordscomb.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;For this moment in time, everything is stable.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7907/1660/1600/06coinscomb.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7907/1660/320/06coinscomb.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Symmetry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7907/1660/1600/loverscomb.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7907/1660/320/loverscomb.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Ruled by The Lovers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The images shown are from the following Tarot decks: Hanson-Roberts, Cosmic Tarot, Vampire Tarot, Witches Tarot, Robin Wood Tarot, Morgan-Greer Taro, Hudes Tarot, Tarot of the Moon Garden, and the Tarot of the Trance.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17268246-113356301386626477?l=foolishjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://foolishjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/113356301386626477/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17268246&amp;postID=113356301386626477' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17268246/posts/default/113356301386626477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17268246/posts/default/113356301386626477'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://foolishjourney.blogspot.com/2005/12/sixes.html' title='Sixes'/><author><name>Sadie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00062594831060047447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17268246.post-113349262686482842</id><published>2005-12-01T19:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-01T19:03:50.016-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Searching for the Dharma</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7907/1660/1600/wildflowers01a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7907/1660/320/wildflowers01a.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You've traveled up ten thousand steps in search of the Dharma.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;So many long days in the archives, copying, copying&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The gravity of the Tang and the profundity of the Sung&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;make heavy baggage.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Here! I've picked you a bunch of wildflowers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Their meaning is the same&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;but they're much easier to carry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;-Master Hsu Yun&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17268246-113349262686482842?l=foolishjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://foolishjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/113349262686482842/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17268246&amp;postID=113349262686482842' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17268246/posts/default/113349262686482842'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17268246/posts/default/113349262686482842'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://foolishjourney.blogspot.com/2005/12/searching-for-dharma.html' title='Searching for the Dharma'/><author><name>Sadie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00062594831060047447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17268246.post-113341316604187263</id><published>2005-11-30T20:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-30T20:59:26.076-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Blowin' in the Wind</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7907/1660/1600/arlington01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7907/1660/320/arlington01.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Blowin' in the Wind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by Bob Dylan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;How many roads must a man walk down&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Before you call him a man?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Yes, 'n' how many seas must a white dove sail&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Before she sleeps in the sand?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Yes, 'n' how many times must the cannon balls fly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Before they're forever banned?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The answer, my friend, is blowin' in the wind,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The answer is blowin' in the wind.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;How many times must a man look up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Before he can see the sky?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Yes, 'n' how many ears must one man have&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Before he can hear people cry?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Yes, 'n' how many deaths will it take till he knows&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;That too many people have died?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The answer, my friend, is blowin' in the wind,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The answer is blowin' in the wind.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;How many years can a mountain exist&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Before it's washed to the sea?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Yes, 'n' how many years can some people exist&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Before they're allowed to be free?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Yes, 'n' how many times can a man turn his head,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Pretending he just doesn't see?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The answer, my friend, is blowin' in the wind,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The answer is blowin' in the wind.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As of yesterday, &lt;a href="http://icasualties.org/oif/"&gt;2110 Americans have died in Iraq.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17268246-113341316604187263?l=foolishjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://foolishjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/113341316604187263/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17268246&amp;postID=113341316604187263' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17268246/posts/default/113341316604187263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17268246/posts/default/113341316604187263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://foolishjourney.blogspot.com/2005/11/blowin-in-wind.html' title='Blowin&apos; in the Wind'/><author><name>Sadie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00062594831060047447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17268246.post-113341088889136936</id><published>2005-11-30T20:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-30T20:21:28.906-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Atheism and the Inner Peace of Adulthood</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7907/1660/1600/Darwin.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7907/1660/320/Darwin.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Though as children, many of us are taught that saying, "I'm sorry," makes it all okay, it's only logical that what we do makes a difference - that we can't wreak havoc and simply be absolved because we are truly sorry. To the best of our abilities, we must always make amends for the damage we cause.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We understand this on the physical and material planes. If we tend, water, and feed our gardens, they thrive and return to us food that is wholesome and nourishing, or flowers that bring us beauty and joy. If we neglect our gardens or feed them poison, we end up with flowers strangled by weeds, or plants that look like wholesome food, but in the long run leave us starved for nourishment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By believing in a sentient creator, we are always betting on a future that never comes. It leaves us empty in the here and now - trying to live up to a model of perfection that doesn't make sense. It's like the child who brings home the straight-A report card, only to have the parent ask why s/he didn't get A-plusses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By believing in a sentient creator, we neither take full responsibility for the harm we cause, nor do we take full credit and joy for the good we accomplish. It all becomes part of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;God's Will.&lt;/span&gt; If we aren't fully responsible for our actions, we live our lives as perpetual children - in a confusing state of adolescent angst. It's no wonder that as a culture, our moral compass is in the toilet, and so many of our citizens take prescription feel-good drugs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Believing in and loving a sentient creator eventually causes cognitive dissonance. We are taught that God is our loving Father, but that same god allows horrible things to happen to innocent people. We are told to love this creator of horror, when we know in the center of us that is right and pure that there should be never any love for a being that is in essence a supernatural Hitler.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To step back and realize that there is no bearded Creator is to become an adult. It's about becoming fully responsible for &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;all&lt;/span&gt; of our actions. It's about accepting the present, and working or striving to make it beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't purport to have all the answers about self-awareness, the soul, etc. I only know that accepting one's self as "God's child," has never brought anyone I know any &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;real&lt;/span&gt; peace. It never brought me any real peace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe that peace and enlightenment can only be attained by being a fully responsible, accountable adult. And that means believing in one's self above all else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17268246-113341088889136936?l=foolishjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://foolishjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/113341088889136936/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17268246&amp;postID=113341088889136936' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17268246/posts/default/113341088889136936'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17268246/posts/default/113341088889136936'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://foolishjourney.blogspot.com/2005/11/atheism-and-inner-peace-of-adulthood.html' title='Atheism and the Inner Peace of Adulthood'/><author><name>Sadie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00062594831060047447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17268246.post-113327911739206945</id><published>2005-11-29T07:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-29T07:46:35.360-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mountains are mountains</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7907/1660/1600/mountain112905.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7907/1660/320/mountain112905.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;Before a man studies Zen, to him mountains are mountains and waters are waters; after he gets an insight into the truth of Zen through the instruction of a good master, mountains to him are not mountains and waters are not waters; but after this when he really attains to the abode of rest, mountains are once more mountains and waters are waters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Peace.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17268246-113327911739206945?l=foolishjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://foolishjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/113327911739206945/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17268246&amp;postID=113327911739206945' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17268246/posts/default/113327911739206945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17268246/posts/default/113327911739206945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://foolishjourney.blogspot.com/2005/11/mountains-are-mountains.html' title='Mountains are mountains'/><author><name>Sadie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00062594831060047447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17268246.post-113323621741204719</id><published>2005-11-28T19:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-28T19:50:17.426-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Night Sitting</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7907/1660/1600/hermit.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7907/1660/320/hermit.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;The hermit doesn’t sleep at night&lt;br /&gt;In love with the blue of the vacant moon.&lt;br /&gt;The cool of the breeze&lt;br /&gt;That rustles the trees&lt;br /&gt;Rustles her too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Ching An (1851-1912)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17268246-113323621741204719?l=foolishjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://foolishjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/113323621741204719/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17268246&amp;postID=113323621741204719' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17268246/posts/default/113323621741204719'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17268246/posts/default/113323621741204719'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://foolishjourney.blogspot.com/2005/11/night-sitting.html' title='Night Sitting'/><author><name>Sadie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00062594831060047447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17268246.post-113311630929435504</id><published>2005-11-27T10:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-27T10:31:49.303-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Freedom</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7907/1660/1600/lotus17.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7907/1660/320/lotus17.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;Only through discipline can you attain freedom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17268246-113311630929435504?l=foolishjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://foolishjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/113311630929435504/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17268246&amp;postID=113311630929435504' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17268246/posts/default/113311630929435504'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17268246/posts/default/113311630929435504'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://foolishjourney.blogspot.com/2005/11/freedom.html' title='Freedom'/><author><name>Sadie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00062594831060047447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17268246.post-113311458393114171</id><published>2005-11-26T13:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-27T10:58:09.196-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fives</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7907/1660/1600/emperorcomb.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7907/1660/320/emperorcomb.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Ruled by the Hierophant.&lt;br /&gt;Looking to both the material and the spiritual realm to extract truth. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7907/1660/1600/05wandscomb.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7907/1660/320/05wandscomb.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Change. Challenge.  Expansion.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7907/1660/1600/05cupscomb.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7907/1660/320/05cupscomb.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Curiosity. Spirituality.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7907/1660/1600/05swordscomb.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7907/1660/320/05swordscomb.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Material prosperity, but perhaps at the expense of inner peace. Magnetism. Good Fortune. Adventure.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7907/1660/1600/05coincomb.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7907/1660/320/05coincomb.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Lucky and unlucky fluctuations.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;The Fives pose both a problem and an answer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The images shown are from the following Tarot decks: Hanson-Roberts, Cosmic Tarot, Vampire Tarot, Witches Tarot, Robin Wood Tarot, Morgan-Greer Taro, Hudes Tarot, Tarot of the Moon Garden, and the Tarot of the Trance.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17268246-113311458393114171?l=foolishjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://foolishjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/113311458393114171/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17268246&amp;postID=113311458393114171' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17268246/posts/default/113311458393114171'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17268246/posts/default/113311458393114171'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://foolishjourney.blogspot.com/2005/11/fives.html' title='Fives'/><author><name>Sadie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00062594831060047447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17268246.post-113290627460684180</id><published>2005-11-25T00:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-25T00:11:14.606-08:00</updated><title type='text'>who can share solitude</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7907/1660/1600/buddha21.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7907/1660/320/buddha21.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Once in a while&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I just let time wear on&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Leaning against a solitary pine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Standing speechless,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;As does the whole universe!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ah, who can share&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;This solitude with me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;- Ryokan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17268246-113290627460684180?l=foolishjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://foolishjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/113290627460684180/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17268246&amp;postID=113290627460684180' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17268246/posts/default/113290627460684180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17268246/posts/default/113290627460684180'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://foolishjourney.blogspot.com/2005/11/who-can-share-solitude.html' title='who can share solitude'/><author><name>Sadie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00062594831060047447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17268246.post-113290575174711993</id><published>2005-11-24T23:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-25T00:06:26.423-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Giving Thanks</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7907/1660/1600/joy01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7907/1660/320/joy01.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I have a lot to be thankful for. One of the things I'm not thankful for is my need to want to rewrite that first sentence so that it doesn't end w/a preposition. But I am thankful for the fact that I'm not going to do it because if I do, it will sound pretentious and stupid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm thankful that I'm neither a leader nor a follower. My ideas about right and wrong are too weird and I care far too little for me to ever be a leader, and I'm too stubborn and contrary to ever be a good follower. I think it was in the movie &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;American President&lt;/span&gt; that one of the characters said something about people being so starved for leadership that in the absence of it, they'll follow a mirage. You only have to look at the last five years to know how true that is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once upon a time, there were four generations of women alive in my family. I had a great-grandmother until I was 19, and was fortunate enough to have my grandmother until I was almost 40. I'm very thankful for that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm thankful that I never had any children. Considering the way I love and the dangers that face children, I think I'd have lived in constant fear if I'd have had any.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm thankful that I'm a woman. For one thing, being XX instead of XY may very well have allowed me to live a longer life. For another, I just love everything about being a woman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This list could continue for a very long time because I'm really thankful for so many things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm thankful that I like to be alone, but rarely feel lonely. (Although to be honest, I do sometimes wish I like people more.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realize that each thing for which I'm thankful comes with an opposite. All joy comes with a piece of sadness. It can't be any other way. How can you know happiness if you've never known sadness? I'm thankful that I understand that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm thankful that I'm still crazy after all these years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17268246-113290575174711993?l=foolishjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://foolishjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/113290575174711993/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17268246&amp;postID=113290575174711993' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17268246/posts/default/113290575174711993'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17268246/posts/default/113290575174711993'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://foolishjourney.blogspot.com/2005/11/giving-thanks.html' title='Giving Thanks'/><author><name>Sadie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00062594831060047447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17268246.post-113281890851587202</id><published>2005-11-23T23:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-23T23:55:08.526-08:00</updated><title type='text'>across the sky</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7907/1660/1600/sun05.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7907/1660/320/sun05.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sometimes I go about in pity for myself, and all the while&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;A great wind is bearing me across the sky.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;- Ojibwa saying&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17268246-113281890851587202?l=foolishjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://foolishjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/113281890851587202/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17268246&amp;postID=113281890851587202' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17268246/posts/default/113281890851587202'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17268246/posts/default/113281890851587202'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://foolishjourney.blogspot.com/2005/11/across-sky.html' title='across the sky'/><author><name>Sadie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00062594831060047447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17268246.post-113280998106248562</id><published>2005-11-23T21:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-23T23:09:21.943-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Memorable Thanksgiving</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7907/1660/1600/turkey02.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7907/1660/320/turkey02.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;A long time ago, when dinosaurs roamed the earth, I was a college student. I lived far from family, and mostly holidays were for earning overtime or more, while working hours that no one else wanted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, that Wednesday, we'd all been sitting at a table in the student union and talking about our plans for the following day. A few of us were flying home, or having a meal with lovers or relatives; the usual stuff. I was working the 8am-5pm shift. My friend Holly quietly said that she was having dinner at her aunt's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I usually suck when it comes to telling that someone is lying, but for some reason, I had a feeling that Holly wasn't being truthful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After I got home from work Thanksgiving night, I telephoned her. "You're not really having supper with your aunt, are you?" She admitted that she was alone, but hadn't wanted to appear pathetic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went out for Chinese food. It was awesome. The restaurant was almost empty except for us and the family who owned the restaurant, and we were all having a great time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Splurging, we tried things we'd never tried before, rather than trying to have a whole meal for $5 or less like we normally did. Afterward, we went to a bar and partied until the wee hours. Though I've had other wonderful Thanksgivings with family that I love and miss, that one stands out in my mind as very special.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So you see, sometimes we do the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Woe is Me&lt;/span&gt; thing, when in reality, there's a fun time or a new adventure waiting for us if only we'd reach out our hand for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Happy Thanksgiving.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17268246-113280998106248562?l=foolishjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://foolishjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/113280998106248562/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17268246&amp;postID=113280998106248562' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17268246/posts/default/113280998106248562'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17268246/posts/default/113280998106248562'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://foolishjourney.blogspot.com/2005/11/memorable-thanksgiving.html' title='A Memorable Thanksgiving'/><author><name>Sadie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00062594831060047447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17268246.post-113268438542993626</id><published>2005-11-22T10:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-22T10:33:05.446-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hellen Keller &amp; Zen</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7907/1660/1600/hkeller01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7907/1660/320/hkeller01.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I long to accomplish a great and noble task; but it is my chief duty to accomplish small tasks as if they were great and noble.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;- Hellen Keller&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7907/1660/1600/buddha14.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7907/1660/320/buddha14.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17268246-113268438542993626?l=foolishjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://foolishjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/113268438542993626/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17268246&amp;postID=113268438542993626' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17268246/posts/default/113268438542993626'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17268246/posts/default/113268438542993626'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://foolishjourney.blogspot.com/2005/11/hellen-keller-zen.html' title='Hellen Keller &amp; Zen'/><author><name>Sadie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00062594831060047447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17268246.post-113263542248089817</id><published>2005-11-21T20:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-21T20:57:59.226-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Silly Wisdom</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7907/1660/1600/meditation.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7907/1660/320/meditation.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;If you tell the truth, you don't have to remember anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Peace.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17268246-113263542248089817?l=foolishjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://foolishjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/113263542248089817/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17268246&amp;postID=113263542248089817' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17268246/posts/default/113263542248089817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17268246/posts/default/113263542248089817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://foolishjourney.blogspot.com/2005/11/silly-wisdom.html' title='Silly Wisdom'/><author><name>Sadie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00062594831060047447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17268246.post-113260560086435271</id><published>2005-11-21T12:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-21T12:40:00.886-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fours</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7907/1660/1600/emperorcomb.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7907/1660/320/emperorcomb.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Ruled by the Emperor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7907/1660/1600/04wandscomb.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7907/1660/320/04wandscomb.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Manifestation.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7907/1660/1600/04cupscomb.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7907/1660/320/04cupscomb.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The results of a well built foundation and proper application.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7907/1660/1600/04swordscomb.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7907/1660/320/04swordscomb.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Fruition. Established.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7907/1660/1600/04coinscomb.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7907/1660/320/04coinscomb.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Stability. Rooted.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Peace.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The images shown are from the following Tarot decks: Hanson-Roberts, Cosmic Tarot, Vampire Tarot, Witches Tarot, Robin Wood Tarot, Morgan-Greer Taro, Hudes Tarot, Tarot of the Moon Garden, and the Tarot of the Trance.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17268246-113260560086435271?l=foolishjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://foolishjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/113260560086435271/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17268246&amp;postID=113260560086435271' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17268246/posts/default/113260560086435271'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17268246/posts/default/113260560086435271'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://foolishjourney.blogspot.com/2005/11/fours.html' title='Fours'/><author><name>Sadie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00062594831060047447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17268246.post-113259430385692880</id><published>2005-11-20T11:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-21T09:31:43.883-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Peace on Earth</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;One Tin Soldier&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by Lambert-Potter&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Listen children to a story that was written long ago&lt;br /&gt;'bout a kingdom on a mountain and the valley folk below.&lt;br /&gt;On the mountain was a treasure buried deep beneath a stone,&lt;br /&gt;and the valley people swore they'd have it for their very own.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7907/1660/1600/mountain001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7907/1660/320/mountain001.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Go ahead and hate your neighbor, go ahead and cheat a friend.&lt;br /&gt;Do it in the name of heaven, you can justify it in the end.&lt;br /&gt;There won't be any trumpets blowin' come the judgment day&lt;br /&gt;on the bloody morning after one tin soldier rides away.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7907/1660/1600/knightwands.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7907/1660/320/knightwands.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;So the people of the valley sent a message up the hill&lt;br /&gt;asking for the buried treasure, tons of gold for which they'd kill.&lt;br /&gt;Came an answer from the kingdom: "With our brothers we will share&lt;br /&gt;all the secrets of our mountain, all the riches buried there."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7907/1660/1600/valley04.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7907/1660/320/valley04.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Go ahead and hate your neighbor, go ahead and cheat a friend.&lt;br /&gt;Do it in the name of heaven, you can justify it in the end.&lt;br /&gt;There won't be any trumpets blowin' come the judgment day&lt;br /&gt;on the bloody morning after one tin soldier rides away.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7907/1660/1600/knightcups.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7907/1660/320/knightcups.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Now the valley cried with anger; mount your horses, draw your sword,&lt;br /&gt;and they killed the mountain people, so they won their just reward.&lt;br /&gt;Now they stood beside the treasure on the mountain, dark and red,&lt;br /&gt;turned the stone and looked beneath it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;"Peace on earth" was all it said.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7907/1660/1600/peace05.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7907/1660/320/peace05.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Go ahead and hate your neighbor, go ahead and cheat a friend.&lt;br /&gt;Do it in the name of heaven, you can justify it in the end.&lt;br /&gt;There won't be any trumpets blowin' come the judgment day&lt;br /&gt;on the bloody morning after one tin soldier rides away.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7907/1660/1600/knightpentacles.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7907/1660/320/knightpentacles.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17268246-113259430385692880?l=foolishjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://foolishjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/113259430385692880/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17268246&amp;postID=113259430385692880' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17268246/posts/default/113259430385692880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17268246/posts/default/113259430385692880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://foolishjourney.blogspot.com/2005/11/peace-on-earth.html' title='Peace on Earth'/><author><name>Sadie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00062594831060047447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17268246.post-113246981152358375</id><published>2005-11-19T22:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-19T22:56:51.533-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I wonder if they'd have been friends</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7907/1660/1600/buddah99a.2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7907/1660/320/buddah99a.2.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;u&gt;Enlightened Being&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of master Gasan's monks visited the university in Tokyo. When he returned, he asked the master if he had ever read the Christian Bible. "No," Gasan replied, "Please read some of it to me."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The monk opened the Bible to the Sermon on the Mount in St. Matthew, and began reading. After reading Christ's words about the lilies in the field, he paused.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Master Gasan was silent for a long time. "Yes," he finally said, "Whoever uttered these words is an enlightened being. What you have read to me is the essence of everything I have been trying to teach you here!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7907/1660/1600/christ03.2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7907/1660/320/christ03.2.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17268246-113246981152358375?l=foolishjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://foolishjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/113246981152358375/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17268246&amp;postID=113246981152358375' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17268246/posts/default/113246981152358375'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17268246/posts/default/113246981152358375'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://foolishjourney.blogspot.com/2005/11/i-wonder-if-theyd-have-been-friends.html' title='I wonder if they&apos;d have been friends'/><author><name>Sadie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00062594831060047447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17268246.post-113246822405000925</id><published>2005-11-19T22:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-19T22:30:24.063-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Comfort Food</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7907/1660/1600/campbells02.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7907/1660/320/campbells02.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;My friend &lt;a href="http://www.pisces-moon.com/blog/"&gt;Katie&lt;/a&gt; makes home-made soups. I often do also.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But sometimes, I just open a can. For some reason, it's been awhile since I had just a plain old bowl of &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Campbell's&lt;/span&gt; tomato soup. I loved this as a kid. Put it next to a grilled cheese sandwich, and I'm transported back to talks with my young mother and my (often) annoying baby brother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess like a lot of people, I've been lured away by &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Knorr's&lt;/span&gt; (a very nice product), &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Progresso&lt;/span&gt; (yum), &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Snow's &lt;/span&gt;(still the definitive New England clam chowder from a can), various "hearty" soups, and by the effort to be healthier and so, make my own soups.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm happy to report that &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Campbell's&lt;/span&gt; (plain old) tomato soup is still yummy. Mmmm mmm good!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17268246-113246822405000925?l=foolishjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://foolishjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/113246822405000925/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17268246&amp;postID=113246822405000925' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17268246/posts/default/113246822405000925'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17268246/posts/default/113246822405000925'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://foolishjourney.blogspot.com/2005/11/comfort-food.html' title='Comfort Food'/><author><name>Sadie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00062594831060047447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17268246.post-113237252699233451</id><published>2005-11-18T19:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-18T19:55:27.003-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nature</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7907/1660/1600/snake03.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7907/1660/320/snake03.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;If you decide to hang out with known snakes, perhaps you shouldn't be surprised when they bite you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;-Me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17268246-113237252699233451?l=foolishjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://foolishjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/113237252699233451/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17268246&amp;postID=113237252699233451' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17268246/posts/default/113237252699233451'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17268246/posts/default/113237252699233451'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://foolishjourney.blogspot.com/2005/11/nature.html' title='Nature'/><author><name>Sadie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00062594831060047447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17268246.post-113234308715889392</id><published>2005-11-17T11:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-18T11:44:47.170-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Threes</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7907/1660/1600/empresscomb.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7907/1660/320/empresscomb.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Creation.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7907/1660/1600/03wandscomb.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7907/1660/320/03wandscomb.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Power through words. Group activities. Sharing. Friendship.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7907/1660/1600/03cupscomb.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7907/1660/320/03cupscomb.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Aces desire it. Twos envision it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7907/1660/1600/03swordscomb.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7907/1660/320/03swordscomb.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Threes create it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7907/1660/1600/03pentaclescomb.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7907/1660/320/03pentaclescomb.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Peace.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The images shown are from the following Tarot decks: Hanson-Roberts, Cosmic Tarot, Vampire Tarot, Witches Tarot, Robin Wood Tarot, Morgan-Greer Taro, Hudes Tarot, Tarot of the Moon Garden, and the Tarot of the Trance.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17268246-113234308715889392?l=foolishjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://foolishjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/113234308715889392/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17268246&amp;postID=113234308715889392' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17268246/posts/default/113234308715889392'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17268246/posts/default/113234308715889392'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://foolishjourney.blogspot.com/2005/11/threes.html' title='Threes'/><author><name>Sadie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00062594831060047447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17268246.post-113224541850983551</id><published>2005-11-15T08:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-17T08:36:58.520-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Approval</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7907/1660/1600/buddha6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7907/1660/320/buddha6.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Chase after money and security and your heart will never unclench. Care about people's approval and you will be their prisoner.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;-Tao Te Ching&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17268246-113224541850983551?l=foolishjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://foolishjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/113224541850983551/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17268246&amp;postID=113224541850983551' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17268246/posts/default/113224541850983551'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17268246/posts/default/113224541850983551'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://foolishjourney.blogspot.com/2005/11/approval.html' title='Approval'/><author><name>Sadie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00062594831060047447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17268246.post-113203303159015308</id><published>2005-11-14T21:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-15T06:16:19.343-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Two things I thought about today that have nothing to do with each other</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7907/1660/1600/08pentacleshudes.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7907/1660/320/08pentacleshudes.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;From the Hudes Tarot Deck&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I was contemplating this card today and it reminded me of someone that I only know online. She impresses me. She has the ability to be detail oriented and to still be a big picture person. I can never do both at the same time - I either get bogged down in the details (sometimes even forgetting the goal at times) or I'm so busy looking at the forest that I bump into a tree. There aren't many people that I know online that I'd like to meet in real life, but I'd like to meet her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=================================&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7907/1660/1600/evolve01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7907/1660/320/evolve01.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;There are things that happen in life that when they're happening seem cute or endearing, but later when you remember them, you think, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Damn, I should have gotten the heck out right then and there."&lt;/span&gt; These are two of those things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;1.&lt;/span&gt; When I first bought my home here in Smalltown, the first thing I wanted to do was to sand my bedroom floor. The conversation with the local, very spaced-out (the 60s were &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;so&lt;/span&gt; good to him) hardware store proprietor:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Me:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Hi, do you rent sanders?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Him:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Yes, but it's broken.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;2.&lt;/span&gt; We do a few yearly festivals and celebrations around these parts. One year, I was reading the local weekly newspaper and there was an ad relating to the festivities: &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Fashions by Farm and Home&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;I should have run far and fast!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17268246-113203303159015308?l=foolishjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://foolishjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/113203303159015308/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17268246&amp;postID=113203303159015308' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17268246/posts/default/113203303159015308'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17268246/posts/default/113203303159015308'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://foolishjourney.blogspot.com/2005/11/two-things-i-thought-about-today-that.html' title='Two things I thought about today that have nothing to do with each other'/><author><name>Sadie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00062594831060047447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17268246.post-113181373379048521</id><published>2005-11-12T08:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-12T08:42:13.806-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Me to me</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7907/1660/1600/spiderweb02.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7907/1660/320/spiderweb02.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Student says&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I am very discouraged&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;what should I do?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Master says&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;encourage others.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Zen proverb&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7907/1660/1600/bellydance4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7907/1660/320/bellydance4.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17268246-113181373379048521?l=foolishjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://foolishjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/113181373379048521/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17268246&amp;postID=113181373379048521' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17268246/posts/default/113181373379048521'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17268246/posts/default/113181373379048521'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://foolishjourney.blogspot.com/2005/11/me-to-me.html' title='Me to me'/><author><name>Sadie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00062594831060047447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17268246.post-113179721268830434</id><published>2005-11-11T22:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-12T04:06:52.700-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Decay of Ethics</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7907/1660/1600/buddha15.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7907/1660/320/buddha15.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;When the way of the Tao is forgotten,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;kindness and ethics need to be taught;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;men learn to pretend to be wise and good.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;All too often in the lives of men,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;filial piety and devotion&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;arise only after conflict and strife,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;just as loyal ministers all too often appear,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;when the people are suppressed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.clas.ufl.edu/users/gthursby/taoism/ttcstan3.htm"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Source.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17268246-113179721268830434?l=foolishjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://foolishjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/113179721268830434/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17268246&amp;postID=113179721268830434' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17268246/posts/default/113179721268830434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17268246/posts/default/113179721268830434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://foolishjourney.blogspot.com/2005/11/decay-of-ethics.html' title='The Decay of Ethics'/><author><name>Sadie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00062594831060047447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17268246.post-113166037511622439</id><published>2005-11-10T13:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-10T14:06:15.130-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm tired of God</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7907/1660/1600/god10.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7907/1660/320/god10.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I didn't used to be tired of God. I used to think God was this big, gentle, magical man-like god that watched over me and took care of me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I grew older and experienced more, I evolved into an atheist. And still I wasn't tired of God. The bible (Old and New Testament) is kind of interesting. Jesus is kind of interesting. Talking to intelligent people about different belief systems is interesting. Heck, if there was ever a lull in the conversation, we could always talk about God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But now, those ever so boring, ever so pedantic, NeoChristians have recreated God in their images and have made him plain old boring. They've put him into politics, and now they're including him in their curriculum as science. I'd be laughing hysterically if it weren't so sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those dear goofballs of the non-thinking right, have lowered their god in everyone's eyes. Christianity is all about faith. Faith is about belief and exaltation in something so divine that words just scratch the surface as to its meaning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But today's Neo-Christians are so small and so far away from anything even approaching exaltation, that they've condensed their very God into something that can be taught in a science class and included in a chapter in a text book. They've made him small and boring and definable. If they weren't so obnoxious, I'd almost feel sorry for them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7907/1660/1600/books04.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7907/1660/320/books04.jpeg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Because, though I don't believe in a sentient creator, there are times when my soul soars - moments in time that are so clear and so beautiful that they bring tears to my eyes. These are moments of joyous exaltation - or I'm having some kind of a fit - but either way, these periods of almost pure joy feel so amazing that I don't have the words to adequately describe them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I've got a clue for all the fools applauding the Kansas School Board's decision - ain't nothing moving nor soul lifting in a classroom. Nothing. Nada. Zip. Public schools, by being for everyone, are by definition mundane. They've plunked their boring god right into the blackest hole of spirituality - a government bureaucracy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God is boring. I'm thoroughly tired of him/it/whatever. They win - he belongs in a classroom - right there with the mystical magic of algebra and home-ec.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7907/1660/1600/god12.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7907/1660/320/god12.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Peace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17268246-113166037511622439?l=foolishjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://foolishjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/113166037511622439/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17268246&amp;postID=113166037511622439' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17268246/posts/default/113166037511622439'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17268246/posts/default/113166037511622439'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://foolishjourney.blogspot.com/2005/11/im-tired-of-god.html' title='I&apos;m tired of God'/><author><name>Sadie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00062594831060047447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17268246.post-113147029147649363</id><published>2005-11-08T09:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-08T09:20:25.166-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Utility of Non-Existence</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7907/1660/1600/wheel02.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7907/1660/320/wheel02.jpeg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;Though thirty spokes may form the wheel,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;it is the hole within the hub&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;which gives the wheel utility.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7907/1660/1600/claypot01.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7907/1660/320/claypot01.jpeg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;It is not the clay the potter throws,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;which gives the pot its usefulness,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;but the space within the shape,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;from which the pot is made.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7907/1660/1600/door01.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7907/1660/320/door01.jpeg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;Without a door, the room cannot be entered,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;and without windows it is dark.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7907/1660/1600/nothing04.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7907/1660/320/nothing04.jpeg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;Such is the utility of non-existence.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.clas.ufl.edu/users/gthursby/taoism/ttcstan3.htm"&gt;Text Source.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17268246-113147029147649363?l=foolishjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://foolishjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/113147029147649363/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17268246&amp;postID=113147029147649363' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17268246/posts/default/113147029147649363'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17268246/posts/default/113147029147649363'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://foolishjourney.blogspot.com/2005/11/utility-of-non-existence.html' title='The Utility of Non-Existence'/><author><name>Sadie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00062594831060047447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17268246.post-113135799513605637</id><published>2005-11-07T02:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-07T02:06:35.293-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sensible</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7907/1660/1600/owlmed01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7907/1660/320/owlmed01.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;The only man who behaved sensibly was my tailor; he took my measurement anew every time he saw me, while all the rest went on with their old measurements and expected them to fit me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;-George Bernard Shaw&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17268246-113135799513605637?l=foolishjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://foolishjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/113135799513605637/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17268246&amp;postID=113135799513605637' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17268246/posts/default/113135799513605637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17268246/posts/default/113135799513605637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://foolishjourney.blogspot.com/2005/11/sensible.html' title='Sensible'/><author><name>Sadie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00062594831060047447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17268246.post-113135562577232646</id><published>2005-11-06T20:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-07T01:27:06.056-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Twos</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7907/1660/1600/hpcombo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7907/1660/320/hpcombo.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;In the Tarot, twos are related to the High Priestess. They indicate instinctual knowledge, imagination, intellect directed. They can also be about reconciliations, reunions, and unexpected surprises.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They are the cooperator whose success is not gained by force, but by patience.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7907/1660/1600/02wandcombo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7907/1660/320/02wandcombo.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7907/1660/1600/02cupscombo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7907/1660/320/02cupscombo.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I've tried to include one fairly traditional and one fairly non-traditional rendering of each the High Priestess, and the twos of Wands, Cups, Swords, and Pentacles.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7907/1660/1600/02swordscombo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7907/1660/320/02swordscombo.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7907/1660/1600/02coinscombo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7907/1660/320/02coinscombo.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The images shown are from the following Tarot decks: Hanson-Roberts, Cosmic Tarot, Vampire Tarot, Witches Tarot, Robin Wood Tarot, and the Tarot of the Trance.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17268246-113135562577232646?l=foolishjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://foolishjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/113135562577232646/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17268246&amp;postID=113135562577232646' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17268246/posts/default/113135562577232646'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17268246/posts/default/113135562577232646'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://foolishjourney.blogspot.com/2005/11/twos.html' title='Twos'/><author><name>Sadie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00062594831060047447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
