Dragonfly's Poetry & Prolixity: A Bit of Kitties & Buddhist Wisdom

Sunday, July 31, 2022

A Bit of Kitties & Buddhist Wisdom - Chop Wood/Carry Water

“I am the dragonfly rising on the wings of unlocked dreams on the verge of magical things.” – Aimee Stewart

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“Holding on to anger is like grasping a hot coal with the intent of throwing it at someone else; you are the one who gets burned.”
~ Buddha

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“If we fail to look after others when they need help, who will look after us?” ~Buddha

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“If you find no one to support you on the spiritual path, walk alone”.

~Buddha

🌹 My Rose-loving Buddha. 🌹

Nina Simone - Feeling Good

“Give, even if you only have a little”. ~Buddha

In this heat, I actually heard it sigh when I watered…

“Nothing can harm you as much as your own thoughts unguarded.”

~ Buddha

3 of my 4 kittens raptly watching Hummingbirds.

Gandalf & Left-Out, who has black hind legs & a yellow chin.

Sophie-Mama in middle, Gandalf & Possum.

They’re 6 months old this week & all fixed (at GREAT expense).

1 comment:

PhilipH said...: A lovely post, it's most colourful, sensible and the Buddha quotes meaningful. Trusting you are feeling reasonably good in mind and body. Love Philip x; August 1, 2022 at 2:22 PM

I Love Lorrie Moore!!

“You’re not a poetess, I hope,” said the English geologist next to her. “We had a poetess here last month, and things got a bit dodgy here for the rest of us.”

“Really.” After the soup, there was risotto with squid ink.

“Yes. She kept referring to insects as ‘God’s typos’ and then she kept us all after dinner one evening so she could read from her poems, which seemed to consist primarily of the repeating line ‘the hairy kiwi of his balls.’”

From: “Birds of America” by Lorrie Moore, page 266, ‘Terrific Mother’

Miranda July's Best Book:

"Do you have doubts about life? Are you unsure if it is worth the trouble? Look at the sky: that is for you. Look at each person's face as you pass on the street: those faces are for you. And the street itself, and the ground under the street, and the ball of fire underneath the ground: all these things are for you. They are as much for you as they are for other people. Remember this when you wake up in the morning and think you have nothing. Stand up and face the east. Now praise the sky and praise the light within each person under the sky. It's okay to be unsure. But praise, praise, praise." From: "No One Belongs Here More Than You Stories by Miranda July", Page 11

A Dreamy, Drug of a Book

"The minute you land in New Orleans, something wet and dark leaps on you and starts humping you like a swamp dog in heat, and the only way to get that aspect of New Orleans off you is to eat it off. That means beignets and crayfish bisque and jambalaya, it means shrimp remoulade, pecan pie and red beans with rice, it means elegant pompano au papillote, funky file z'herbes, and raw oysters by the dozen, it means grillades for breakfast, a po' boy with chowchow at bedtime, and tubs of gumbo in between. It is not unusual for a visitor to the city to gain fifteen pounds in a week---yet the alternative is a whole lot worse. If you don't eat night and day, if you don't constantly funnel the indigenous flavors into your bloodstream, then the mystery beast will go right on humping you, and you will feel its sordid presence rubbing against you long after you have left town." ~Tom Robbins, "Jitterbug Perfume", page 240