Yogibeat

Happy Birthday George- the movie

Dear Listener,

I’ve attached the first little recording of 2012. Part 1 is kalimba (thumb piano) and Shruti box (electronic tampura). I played this as closing meditation music on New Years Day service at the Won Temple, with Ishaan playing a small bell in the space between kalimba phrases. Parts 2 and 3 are a variations on a theme that just popped into mind when I sat down at the keyboard this eve. Its cold today. Like a dog, I get frisky in the chill air. I am happy. This week I have skiied and snowboarded three days with fun boys, seen dark haired deer and hawks, been inside the last sunset of 2011 and the first sunset of 2012, and ripsticked under the moon. Frisky and happy, content and thrashed from more than a 100 biffs on the snowboard. This is the sound of that- rough, live and unedited. As always, thanks for listening.

I am amazed sometimes, still, how delightful the most ordinary phenomena and encounters can be… Let there be smiles…

Oh my, what celestial scampering today! Love the moon, the crisp cold air that makes us frolic like dogs on snow. Hope to transform all that energy into good rhythm and song tonight at the Eddy Pub, Saxapahaw, 7-9:30.

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here, Duck, NC, obx.

a strong north wind has been blowing all night, the surf is huge and menacing- though to an expert paddler in a small kayak it would probably be more like ‘fun city’- and it looks like a good day to chill inside and onshore, with good books: A Confederacy of Dunces, and Dirk Gently’s Holistic Detective Agency…

autumn weather, brings changes, cranks up the intensity, gives us perspective on our wee existence…

My weekend retreat began, and will proceed intermittently until Monday morning. An elder Won Buddhist reverend, Chetawonim, is visiting the temple, and I had a chance to sit with her and Reverend Ilduk in the new zen garden, under the rising moon and fading light. Through Ilduk’s translating, I told her a little about my life, and she gave me some feedback on the journey. Long story short, she gave me great encouragement to keep on the path, that gradually, little by little, is how we get there. I sang them a lullaby, and we sang a Won hymn together.

I’m grateful for such opportunities, to sit with a sage under the bright autumn moon, on big rocks in a garden at a Buddhist temple…

Rain has come now. On the edge of a far distant hurricane, tropical cyclone, storm… It quiets the monkey mind, maybe just a bit… As does a weekend of kayaking and biking on / along the New River in Virginia… many miles and sore muscles… the open space of landscape infiltrates the mind and there creates space and possibility. Namaste.

obx, night, darkness between dunes and sea, swash and breakers send me deep into shavasana, starlight and Milky Way fill me up and push out the noise, creating peaceful emptiness…