Before doing the meditative exercise described in Tuesday’s post, we marvel at our planet. It is a planet of light!

Before doing the meditative exercise described in Tuesday’s post, we marvel at our planet. It is a planet of light!

Pause for a moment. Choose one of your senses. Now, be aware of the manyness that that one sense is currently experiencing.
As one does this exercise (just one sense in the Now), one will discover something significant. All of our senses are omni and neutrally take in their appropriate data points as equal. All of the data points, equal. All of the data points in an omni present manner. None of the senses function selectively. They cannot. And, the data points (leaf, wall, speck on one’s shirt, the smell of the trash under the sink, the taste of this morning’s hot beverage) are not only all at the same time, but are equal as data points. An equality. A neutrality. It is the self that picks and chooses, prefers and dismisses, laughs with the nuthatch or laments the lack the rain. These assessments are not made by the senses. This is important. The senses do not evaluate; the self does.
All the while, the senses -in their omni, universal, ongoing and ceaseless ’til death registering of the Allness of Existing in Existence- are clearly the instruments of Awareness, omnipresent Awareness, essence of Being. Awareness does not evaluate. Awareness does not pick or choose. All -inside, outside, and all around- are equal to and in Awareness. And, equally empty while equally awareness being aware.
As one opens to this fact of Being, delight, awe, openness, empathy and compassion somehow increase. Maybe it is Oneness that one is discovering. How marvelous!
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Thank you, everyone, for your generosity of space and time. Though it was my body that initiated the week off with a gentle but uncompromising “no,” every aspect and dimension of being engaged in the generosity of space and time itself. And, found delight!
The week unfolded as an ongoing openness to inconceivability: to the absolutely profound in any and every feature of ordinariness. An example. As someone raked and laughed in conversation with someone fluent in his language, the birds twittered, the wind blew gently, the corn stalks crisp with their age rattled. My heart and its beat were inseparable from it all; plus the insects and the soil sang. Amused, delighted, open.
As we learn to open to what our senses are taking in every moment, we open to a richness that, heretofore, was missed, even dismissed. Yet, over time, a great simplicity can erupt in one’s mind and our heart explode delighting in the ordinary. Ah.
I will set the alarm. We’ll be back for online meditation. See you then!

As the alarm went off at 6:30 am, the body just said, “no.” Online meditation at 7 am would have to roll on by. I am sorry to everyone who, with dedication and heart, was there and is there regularly. I am sorry to everyone who uses the podcasts, wherever you are, in all the places you are.
Osho once said, “buddhist ‘no’ is a hundred thousand ‘yes’s’.” (or something close to that). When “no” is a yes, hmmm. When “no” is not the parent to the child, the controlling ego to the free spirit, or the echo of hesitation or doubt, is “no” an invitation?
A friend sent a box of emptiness. Its fullness was priceless; and, in one short day, is working a magic most unpredictable. Joyous. Welcome. Freeing.
I am amazed at this “no”; somehow lured by it, turned around and upside down by it. How marvelous!
So, this week, there will be no 6:30 am alarms in honor of the body’s need for “no;” a “yes” to this body so dutiful. As I fell back asleep this morning with a moan in my body and the sunshine illumining the day, a flirtation arose: no musts, no shoulds, no need-to’s. no.”
When I meditate through the day, it will be with you all. I love you. Thank you for Being!

Over the last week or so, our location has received precipitation. Usually short bursts, plus two longer ones, and local Nature is responding quickly.
So, before thoughts on seeds (which are offered each season), some photos of



Seed saving is easy once you know a few basic things. With that information, seeds saved can be used next season with the benefit of being acclimated to your environment.
Things to know:


Edible dry beans
Varieties abound of edible dry beans. You might have a landrace bean in your area. We have a few from the First Peoples here, mostly Pueblo People, with each pueblo having their own. Locally, it is a Bolita bean; a delicious small, salmon colored bean.
Drying beans are not picked through the season, but let complete their cycle on the plant. When the pods are dry, they are picked, and let dry some more (another month). I use paper lunch bags, and reuse them again next season. The bean pod will self-shuck if thoroughly dry. Otherwise, shucking is meditative and a peaceful way to relax into quiet time. Store the beans in glass jars, in a cool, dry pantry. Not the fridge.
The dried beans are also your seed stock for next season.


