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THE SEED CATALOG 2007

July, August, September

Bill Joyner’s Log

(Back from the Boondocks)

 

 

I highly recommend reading INFIDEL, by Ayaan Hirsi AlL It is an absorbing memoir of her stunningly courageous life. Go to her site on Google, and you'll find some amazing things about her on-going struggle against cultural and religious tyranny. She responded to a letter of appreciation I wrote to her as follows: "Letters such as yours inspire me to continue to speak openly against religious subjugation of women. Many of my opponents have attempted to silence my voice. Their strategies rely on propagating a culture of fear and oppression. With your help, we can continue to tell the stories of women like me who demand more freedom and respect."

 

I’ve pretty much given up on trying to figure it all out. I rest my hope in “the cloud of unknowing” and upon actualities such as the following: the amazing fact of our own self-conscious existence; the innate sacredness, or miraculous presence, of  every living thing; and the death-defying power of transcendent human love. It’s enough to inspire a life of gratitude for what is.

 

“Act well at the moment, and you have performed a good action to all eternity.”

                                                                                   – Johann Lavater

 

 

“Every animal revenges his pains upon those who happen to be near.”

                                                    

– Samuel Johnson

 
   

“Coincidences are clues to the will of the universe.”

 

– Deepak Chopra


 

“Sow integrity for yourselves,

  reap a harvest of kindness,

  break up your fallow ground.”

 

                       – Hosea 10:12

 

Catch a Rising Yawn.

Yes, really. When, for the briefest moment, you intuit the onset of a yawn, resist the urge to resist. Go with it! Ride the sudden in-rush of air, pulling your breath even further inward if you can, then blow out all the tired, stale air that probably helped produce the yawn in the first place._ BJ 

 

 

Spilling over into noonday are shadows of yesterday, and earlier on this morning when everything was wrapped in an aura of gloaming. “Cowboy Jack” cut my hair, then I ambled off to see Amy & have breakfast at the Coffee Carousel. Picked up some useless mail at the P.O. Box, dropped off a package, with my book & a note, to Ayaan Hirsi Ali, and then back home for some R & R.   Rolling right along into another particularly dry Sunday afternoon in Sarasota,Florida.

Considering how every religion is more or less the same in terms of laying down the law, as if from above. Me? I’ll just go along with what is and leave it at that, ‘cause I gotta get ready to go to work.
 
Computers can do a lot of the legwork and brainwork. “Machines will do just what you tell them to do, as long as you do what they say,” as T. Bone Burnett says. In any event, someone must be in the driver’s seat.

Outside is an ongoing Florida drought, not so tragic as the drying up of Lake Chad in Africa, but similarly alarming for the future of our world.

 

 

In yoga,
in thinking,
in meditating,
and in living,
the questions
always is:
how deep and how far
can you reach out?
And I would say,
as long and as far
as you can
breathe out.
 

Set up for yourself
a daily system
of success
by breathing into
nowhere
with a steady
mantra
for at least
ten minutes

 – before anything
else – although,
stretching and/or
certain kinds
of physical work
can occur
simultaneously.
 

  At every moment

  we must find

  our own way,

with only love

  and truth
  to guide us.


We must fight

  for our own
  soul's integrity, and
"work out our own

  salvation
  with fear
  and trembling."
We must

  stand up

  and live,

  create
  and progress

  on our own,
without

  anyone's

  prodding or

  pleading,
without

  anyone's

  approval or

  permission.
 

 
How I Learned to Stop Worrying and Love Going to School


As a barefooted, free roaming boy, growing up in the boondocks of eastern Virginia, of course I hated school. Even so, I loved playing with words and reading, I adored my constant home room teacher in high school, and was exhilarated by improvised soccer games during long lunch breaks.
Going to college was not on my mind at all, but serving in the Navy broadened my outlook and led to an accelerated interest in religion. My goal, upon discharge, was to become an ordained minister, which required educational preparation. So I enrolled at Elon College in NC, majoring in — what else — religion! Other areas of study were required, of cOurse, but religion was my passion. I wanted to learn all I could about the Bible, and this desire to learn about one thing stimulated interest in related subjects.
Eventually, I realized that it’s all related, that life itself is a school in which we are continually learning. Homework is the hard work we have to do for ourselves every day. So, really, what’s not to love about going to school!
 

 

 

Can’t buy it,

  can’t stop it,

can’t store it

  away.

Time is precious

  and time is

expensive


 

  – because –

time is

  life!

 

 

What a circus

  is this

merry-go-round

  life!

 

Learning and

  losing.

climbing

  and falling..

 

Sometimes

  gliding,

– other times

  sliding.

 

Going round

  to avoid

 

staying

  down.

 
     

I love the book SILENCE, by John Cage, the Buddhist/neo-musician, who dared speak in fragments about nothing moments – such as his observation that if he had not gone to Virginia for some kind of a presumably dull conference he wouldn’t have seen the skies swarm with great flocks of blackbirds. I grew up down there, you know, so I can appreciate and re-visualize just such a scene: in the fall when those dark, swirling clouds of blackbirds would swoop down to clean up the peanut fields after harvest time.

 

“The reason we waste our time

 so willingly is that our ideas about

 uselessness were so limited.”

 

                                  – John Cage

 

     

Look out for the one who’s going to follow you right back into your hovel and confront you with the few quick & easy things you might have done and could have done to make some order in this place. And watch out for the one inside, the critic, who’s more than willing to point out such a predicament to you. But, hey, we’re all friends, after all, and upon this we all agree: if I do a few simple things before I leave where I am, it will be so more pleasant to survey my own good cleaning & clearing work when I return.

 

     

Nothing in the movies,

  nothing in a book,

  or anywhere else,

is as interesting

  as your own

  mind,

which is a

  mine of

inexhaustible

  treasures.

 

Don’t miss

  the main show

while you’re

  tuned in

to somebody else’s

  psycho

  drama.

 
  There is no surcease
  from the war
  we’re in
to gain control
  of ourselves.
In the personal realm,

  as on any battlefield,

  victory depends upon

  every decision

  we enact,

however

  small.
 

Time is
  malleable
  in the moment,
then it’s
  history.

 
     

Go first to the prime authority – yourself – and consult about the day’s proceedings. Consider objectives, disposable elements, posture and breathing. Appreciate comfort, sunshine on a day that also promises much-needed rain. The power went off in my kitchen, so I turned everything off and moved up front here to the computer. Whenever possible, write it down on the hard drive, you know.

 

Well, well, what a constant hassle it is to just stay ahead of things, to just get around to doing some of what you want to do on a day off like this. And, yes, I did a few things like that, most notably dipping into the beach at Lido Key and swimming about a bit. So restorative – and so available, right on my way to and from work! How did I manage to ignore and avoid such a tremendous resource over the last many years?

 

There is no surcease

   from the war

   we’re in

to manage

   our lives.

 

In the personal realm,

   as on any battleground,

victory may

   simply      

   depend upon

 the quality

   of the many

 small decisions

   we make

   all the time.

“without even


 

   thinking”.

Success is

 a result of

 positive,

 habitual behavior.

 

Time is

   malleable

   in the moment,

then it’s

   history.

 

 

Our thoughts,

   like shadows,

grow longer

   in the late

   afternoon.

 

And upon what

   is this

evening reverie

   fixed?

 

Upon the

  dissolution

and the

  resurgence

  of everything.

 

In other words,

   just another day

  going round

to greet

  a brand new

  dawn.

 

 Another attack by the forces of world disorder, now at the Glasgow airport, and again I am amazed that perpetrators and defenders of suicide bombings can believe that they are bringing honor to their religion, their culture, or their cause; when in fact they are dishonoring themselves and their own people in the worst possible way by these senseless atrocities.                                

 

A six year old boy in Afghanistan  was outfitted with a suicide device and instructed to walk over to a group of national police officers and touch the two wires together that he was holding. Not knowing what it was all about, he approached one of the policemen and asked, “Why am I wearing this?” He was relieved of the device, and it was disarmed. What kind of inhuman monsters would set up a situation like that!

                                                                                                                                                 Thomas Friedman, chief international columnist for the New York Times, often identifies the essential conflict of our time as a struggle between the forces of world order and the forces of worldwide disorder, chaos, terror and death.

     
     
     
     
     
     
 



 

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THE CELESTIAL CAROUSEL: A CIRCUS OF SPIRITUAL DISCOVERY

William T. Joyner

The Celestial Carousel is a collage of original text, social commentary, quotations from American literature, and artwork by noted cartoonist, Christopher Browne.

In this "Circus of Spiritual Discovery," poet William T. Joyner explores secular experience and biblical ideals as a natural/Taoist response to the uneasy rise of worldwide fundamentalism in the 21st Century.

 

 
 
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