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“Fogwaves surge updown

Sunlight and mountainsnow vie

Which wins? Motion does”

I enjoy Haikus and I write one almost every day.  Their form and function, though they are of Japanese origin, reflect the simplicity of Taoist observation as we  move through our lives, in all of its moments, on a mundane basis.  In fact, at their very roots, before so many different schools of Buddhism and Taoism emerged, Zen and Tao were very much at one with each other in philosophy and practice.  I highly recommend the book, The Tao of Zen, by Ray Grigg, who gives an historical account of the very close relationships between pure Zen and pure Tao before they became indoctrinated into all sorts of cultural ritual permutations.

I wrote this Haiku at sunset after a day and a morning of heavy snow breaking into a clear sky afternoon and, eventually, a stunning sunset inside of which I found myself struck in silence by the ethereal movement of fog rhythmically descending and ascending a mountain slope as the thermals changed and ebbed and flowed.  Their intimate, dancing dynamic was reflected in the oceanic movements of the fog.

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RIVER WALKING YOUR LIFE

th-12After I left urban life, 14 years ago, in which I fully engaged in the play that urban life can offer, I did, indeed, find the different beauty of “taoist surfing” in my wanderings amongst the meadows, hills, rivers and valleys of the rural life I ultimately chose

Though I loved the privileges that my education, experience and professional status offered, I found myself wanting something . . . something more beyond the cement high-rises and pedestrian asphalt that position and prestige had given me.  I lived in the City with all of it’s strengths and class divisions, inside of which I had risen.  Though I loved the status it had given me,  I most often found myself loading my bicycle onto my car and driving out into the wilderness to experience myself truly, outside of the constructed, contrived parameters of position and power that my station afforded me.

I really wanted nothing more than to tour remote places on two wheels at a slow pace.

After years of stating this to my friends and colleagues of similar social/professional stations who, finally said, “Yeah, Amelia, we’ll believe it when we see it . . . ”

I finally did.  I walked out completely and totally . . . and found and began to live my true heart’s desire.

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