tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2194534881328954061.post2495139542820902441..comments2024-01-24T20:19:07.001-08:00Comments on touches of sense...: Say 'how' and die.sensor63http://www.blogger.com/profile/11879294013686784713noreply@blogger.comBlogger4125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2194534881328954061.post-75358357735168136722015-09-25T19:12:42.121-07:002015-09-25T19:12:42.121-07:00That's why only ever play Indians that say Nam...That's why only ever play Indians that say Namaste.<br /><br />Here's to the divine in you ya ol' cowboy.<br /><br />Thanks for the magic.Autumm393https://www.blogger.com/profile/09201401372129642300noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2194534881328954061.post-89654978853082337982015-09-25T16:05:19.273-07:002015-09-25T16:05:19.273-07:00When I was 11, my grandfather passed away and we w...When I was 11, my grandfather passed away and we were given a box of his books, which came straight to me. Amongst instructional guides for sports physio and badmington books, was a book about the native american spirituality with a black and white photo of Chief Seattle on the front, full of hard to understand discussions about symbolism and alchemical things. I read it and it had a profound impact on my world view, particularly ecology and the cosmos. I was fascinated for years after his death, wondering.... 'how?'. How had this book come to be in the small collection of books of this strict but funny down-to-earth Scotsman who worked in shipyards and did sports physio? How had I missed this side to him that would lead to him even possessing such a book in a small town on the edge of the vast bush in South Australia? I somehow lost the book, which feels like a tragedy to me, because I never lose books. I search online now and again. As I got older, and understood more about how he had come to own that book, I discovered that he had a significant alias that he only shared with a certain group of people. A group in which I could never qualify as a member of. Even if my grandfather was alive, had I asked him even now, 'how?' and what that book meant to him, he would not have been able to share his reasons for owning that book or what those teachings meant to him. That depth, that man of pondering-about-sacred-things would have still been cloistered from me. Except of course, he did share it, there is proof of his continuing existence for me, because it has stayed with me my whole life, surfacing when I least expect it, like ready a blog post. Identity is just kaleidoscopic. We struggle with that sometimes, as though it’s subterfuge.Angela Brownnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2194534881328954061.post-86986800253638520292015-09-25T07:37:54.912-07:002015-09-25T07:37:54.912-07:00How. He dies.How. He dies.sensor63https://www.blogger.com/profile/11879294013686784713noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2194534881328954061.post-42575791147544865002015-09-25T07:28:45.540-07:002015-09-25T07:28:45.540-07:00As the Duke said... "Nobody should come to th...As the Duke said... "Nobody should come to the movies unless he believes in heroes."<br /><br />"Courage is being scared to death... and saddling up anyway."<br /><br />"Get off your horse and drink your milk."<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Alanhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02980801837743251948noreply@blogger.com