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Pastimes : Let's Talk About Our Feelings!!! -- Ignore unavailable to you. Want to Upgrade?

To: greenspirit who wrote (19504)	3/31/1998 1:31:00 AM
From: Charliss	Read Replies (2) \| Respond to of 108807

<Hey Charliss, everyone's a menace here in one way or another.. :-)> hehe..yes....of course. I shall feel right at home then. I love the way you do your profile Michael. Years ago, I lived in Seattle, and when I first moved there I rented a charming little house on Queen Anne Hill that had gardens I could tend to. From these gardens, and also from the windows in this house, I had what very well might have been the very same view of the city and the space needle that you show in your lovely photograph, as well as a remarkable vista of Elliot Bay. After that, I moved into a part of the Madronna section of the city, an area where many people were buying wonderful old houses and fixing them up. I planted gardens there too, and it was from one particular spot at the back of the house, a turn in a garden path actually, where I would come upon a parting of the small bamboo grove and have this surprising view of much of that long length of Lake Washington. How I loved that city and all the ways in which it was different from other cities I had known before then and have known since. How wonderful and unexpected it is right now as I write this, this remembrance of that particular exuberance and feeling of abundance I often experienced in that portion of my life. Recently, I have been having these same feelings about the content and direction of my current life, and I am just so awed and humbled by this sense I have that everything in life is so deeply and mysteriously rich with a significance and purpose that can only unfold in its own time. Even though I think I am pretty well connected to my own experiences and feelings, there are times when it seems as though my personal history is sort of like a dream as I might quietly consider it, as though it might be "out there" and belonging to someone else. I rather enjoy this for I find it to be very peaceful and just there with no thought or judgement attached to it. At times like this I feel that there is really nothing to anything until that something reveals itself without my willing it to do so. Perhaps this why I so enjoy it when other people share that which is so essential to their individuality, their personal histories. They come alive for me, truly vital and human, and it is in this humanity revealing itself where I often find the awe and wonder that seems to be so necessary to my experience of what is sacred and ultimately my gentle guide toward that which is spiritual. To anyone reading this post, I leave you now with "The Song Of The Bamboo," by Keiichi Ito. Bamboos upon a hillside, Drawing love from all the other trees Bestow serenity upon the hill And make it sometimes smile Beneath a tender touch. There is coquetry so cool My fingers almost feel it melt. Close by that mountain stream Where even in the summer warblers sing I turn and leave the hill. Only the bamboos bow to me. Sometimes my days are spent on naught but gazing At bamboos and listening to the warblers' trills, And then I gather from the stream its sounds And with them fill my empty creel. To gaze at bamboos is to be gentled And to yearn for union with the ones we love. The bamboos stretch, they bend And ever exercise. I wonder To what music do they sway? Love & menace, Charliss