Keys to Heaven: Gluttony… Stuart France

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The Norse God, Odin, hangs over all.

His attendant wolves symbolise our lower self,

and both their names can be translated, ‘greed’, which leads us to glut…

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For most people the plan is simple:

to experience all they can in sensations quest,

and this too can lead to a sort of glut…

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One cannot have too much of a good thing, can one?

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After breakfasting we meet at the Whalebone Arch,

and it is difficult not to wonder how

long it will be before our gluttony

as a species empties the oceans…

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Chill ~ Di #writephoto

The land was cold and barren, save for some diehard vegetation that had adapted to survive and sent out wiry creepers both above and below the surface.

Once in a while dark turned to blue, shadows merged and the landscape was cast in an eerie light.

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Whitby weekend: Making soul cakes?

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There is more to a Silent Eye workshop than a simple wander in the landscape, but although the shape of the weekend may be carefully crafted, much of what happens next comes from the intent of those who attend. Working as a group, the shared journey amplifies the experience as we learn from and with each other. If we do not always go into great detail about how such a workshop ‘works’, it is because you really have to be there and be part of the alchemy, to feel the full effects.

Steve, who organised the Whitby workshop, has told how we gathered on the Friday for lunch and to talk about the themes for the weekend. On the slip of paper I pulled from the bag that was passed around the table, the four words given spoke to me on several levels. My immediate reaction was to identify them as pertaining to a point on the enneagram; those of us there who are part of the Silent Eye had the advantage of recognising their origin.

The enneagram is a symbol best known as a psychological tool but it can also provide a window on the inner and spiritual life, which is how it is used within the school. The nine points of the enneagram illustrate the nine major personality types. We are none of us just one ‘type’, but are, each of us, a unique mixture of all of them, with one being dominant. Within each type are levels of function, encapsulating the ‘best’ and the ‘worst’ aspects of how that type can…and will… interact with the world. The system is simple enough on the surface, but gets more complex the deeper you go, with each type being influenced by its secondary type, as well as its sub-type… and with each one of them functioning on different levels.

It is easier to think about baking.

Flour… eggs… milk… fat/oil… sugar… baking soda… spices… fruit… nuts

I know that with just these nine basic ingredients in my cupboard, I can make any number of different cakes, cookies, pies and puddings, biscuits and buns. Within each type of ingredient, there are sub-types… I could, for instance, use butter, margarine, lard or oil. Demerara, white or powdered sugar. Any of the hundreds of available spices…

What comes out of the oven depends upon the proportions, quality and quantities of what goes into the mixing bowl, how each ingredient is treated and the process I use to combine them. A lemon meringue is a very different experience from, say, a pancake, a scone or an apple pie. I could make any or all of them from those basic ingredients. None is better than another. All will be delicious if cooked to the highest standard… though personal taste may say otherwise… and all, even the best, have their negative side in their calorie content.

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The only holiday catalog you’ll ever need. PLUS: the WINNER! #humor #Christmas ~ Barb Taub

Reblogged from Barb Taub, where her gorgeous dog, Peri announces the winner of a copy of my Ani’s Doggerel….and Barb launches her own unique take on the Christmas catalogue…

My dog Peri wants to announce the winner of her friend Ani’s book! Check the bottom of this post to see if it’s you. [Note from Barb–this blog post was a holiday column from back in the day that was going to be a ThrowbackThursday only I just noticed that it’s actually Friday. This happens with disturbing regularity around here, now that I’ve retired and all my days are Saturdays.]

The codfish lays ten thousand eggs. 
The homely hen lays one.
The codfish never cackles
To tell you what she’s done.
And so we scorn the codfish, while the humble hen we prize,
Which only goes to show you, that it pays to advertise. —Anonymous

I’ve been studying the great humorists of our times—Tina Fey, Dave Barry, The Republican Party, Big Bird—and asking myself, “What do they have that I don’t?”

“Other than millions of fans, agents, tons of money, occasionally odd hair, and the random feather,” certain members of my family have been known to answer, “they probably don’t talk to themselves.”

Well, they are just WRONG! I have plenty of odd-hair days, and THEY have licensed products with their logos on them. (I’ve even heard when alone in his/her/its dressing room, Big Bird tells him/her/itself, “Sunny day, Licensing sure can pay, On my way to where the money is sweet. Can you tell me how to get, Get more fees from Sesame Street?”)

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Chill ~ Catherine Ross #writephoto

The wet snow stuck to her boots as Cia tracked the rabbit that had escaped the trap. Her fingers have started to go numb as well as her nose. Frigid winds slapped her face and made her eyes water. The sun was setting but she was hungry. She had been surviving off of boiled bones from a previous rabbit she had harvested weeks prior.

Carefully and as quietly as possible, she tiptoed around fallen branches and leaves keeping a sharp eye on the animal tracks. Her stomach rumbled. She settled it by eating the fresh snow.

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Corporate Wisdom…

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The doors and windows of your homes

have more locks than a prison cell.

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This, perhaps, should not surprise us.

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Winters ~ Anjali Sharma #writephoto

It’s evening time,
the doors of winter,
Dark in the dawn, and chilled all around,
Searching for warmth in woolen cloths,

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Ani’s Advent 2019! Sometimes it’s not all tinsel … and a letter from Maggie

Dear Santa,

My two-legs doesn’t seem all that happy at the moment. I know she’s worrying about stuff, ’cause she hasn’t even dug out the Christmas tree yet. And there isn’t even a hint of a turkey…

She doesn’t even mention the mud on my nose and paws when I’ve been burying stuff…

But she says it’s all good and I needn’t worry. And I trust her, so what can I do?

She says lots of things seem harder this time of year, for lots of people and that we have a lot to be grateful for… like food and shelter and each other.

And she’s right, really, we don’t need much more than that…

Though turkey would be nice.

But maybe you could put a little hope and warmth in the stockings of those who don’t even have that much?

My friend Maggie and her two-legses have not had a great year, but I am hoping things are looking a bit brighter for them this Christmas.

Maybe you could put something really special in your sack for Maggie?

Much love,
Ani xxx

My letter to Santa is to ask him to make things easier.

Hopefully we can enjoy Christmas with all the trimmings but there are some significant differences around us. 2019 has not been a good year, but it is nearly behind us now and my two-legses are doing OK, but it has been hard on them for various reasons.

The lady next door looked after me one day when they had to go out. It was really hot so I couldn’t go as I normally would and I made her nervous. She’s very nice though and spends a lot of time in our house at the moment whilst she finds her feet after her husband died. I don’t mind as she sneaks me bits of biscuit, but she’s not used to dogs and I didn’t understand that, so I’m trying to make amends and be forgiven.

I hope Santa can spread a little bit of relaxation and worry relief this way. We can all cope with problems one at a time, but not loads altogether.

Love Maggie.
xxx
PS: Could you hide or chew the antlers, or would that put you in the doghouse?


About Maggie’s two-legs

Maggie’s two-legs is Di, who writes at pensitivity101. She says of herself, “I am a retired number cruncher with a vivid imagination and wacky sense of humour which extends to short stories and poetry. I love to cook and am a bit of a dog whisperer as I get on better with them than people sometimes! We have an elderly dog called Maggie who adopted us as a 7 week old pup in March 2005. From 2014 to 2017 ‘Home’ was a 41 foot narrow boat where we made strong friendships both on and off the water. We were close to nature enjoying swan and duck families for neighbours, and it was a fascinating chapter in our lives. We now reside in a small bungalow on the Lincolnshire coast where we have forged new friendships and interests.”

 

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Chill ~ Honoré Dupuis #writephoto

Is it our light?

The light from our Sun?

So much is frozen,

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Web #midnighthaiku

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Fragile filaments

Tremble at dawn’s offering

Light’s sanctuary

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For Colleen’s poetry challenge

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