To know what a person says,
we must hear what remains unsaid.
If we cannot hear silence,
we do not know how to listen.
~ Mark C. Taylor, “Hearing Silence”

When the mind realizes
its absolute incapacity to know the unknown,
it becomes silent.

--restatement from Krishnamurti, exact quote not known

There's an older husky living here who is on 3 meds. She's on metacam/meloxicam which is an NSAID, for her arthritis. She's on levothyroxine (synthetic T4). And she's on DES (diethyl stilbestrol), yes, the same one that they used to give pregnant women that ended up causing all sorts of malformations in their offspring. DES is used in canines to prevent urinary incontinence. Who knew??

I'm interested in your ideas about where I might consider setting up a naturopathic medical practice in the west. Have any suggestions as to places or people I should investigate in the northern half of the western US? When I leave Flag I am going to explore that region on my way back to PDX, and I have never been there before, so I do not know where I am going. Montana for sure, and Sandpoint, Idaho.
( Arrived in AZ yesterday morning: brain dumpCollapse )

This is the second in a series of six. The first is not online anymore. The rest can be found here.
He speaks on the military in part 3.
( Lyrics to 'The Future'Collapse )

Here's a wonderful paragraph from this entry by typing_sound, describing what I interpret as a moment of pure awareness, a moment of what can be called enlightenment. I think that some of us have lots of them, and some have a few, and some haven't had one yet. I suppose, I imagine, that to be enlightened would be ease in staying in such a state of consciousness longterm. But anyway, here's what Robert wrote:

I think I dreamt that because I helped this drunk guy, earlier on that evening, and I guess I felt like an angel in a way. My mind was silent and had some kindness in it. You ever helped someone, or really listened to someone, and your own mind has gone silent? It's like you disappear and they become the centre of the universe instead. That's where peace is, when you really receive the universe, or whatever's happening in the present moment, you really receive it, let it in, really agreeing to this moment, feeling yes, okay, come on in, you can enter and share whatever I have, you can have my time and my attention, the door of my heart is open to you, come on in, this is fine, this is okay, I don't need to change this, this moment is the only moment, this is reality right now, I am actually alive right now, I am here, I exist in this very moment. You get the idea. ;D

You would know the secret of death.
But how shall you find it unless you seek it in the heart of life?
The owl whose night-bound eyes are blind unto the day cannot unveil the mystery of light.
If you would indeed behold the spirit of death, open your heart wide unto the body of life.
For life and death are one, even as the river and sea are one.
( the rest of the poemCollapse )

Silence is the kiss of death for any relationship. Silence rules where there is fear, and pain. Silence is the absence of honest discourse. It begins when we each find each other's buttons, and agree to no longer go there. We each have different buttons, and they become surrounded with silent zones.
( buttons and silenceCollapse )