Guest post by Dennis Ernst
There is a word, I recently came across that I’ve been needing to add to my vocabulary of how to live. The word is found in the Japanese language as Shibumi. It translates to English as “effortless perfection, elegance, simplicity, and humility. It’s seen in Japanese minimalism and is an art form, a philosophy, and a lifestyle. This struck me as a wonderful metaphor of living.
By Michael Avery
from Seven Signs from the Universe by Michael and Pichaya Avery
Bookmarks
“Bookmarks” are like setting an alarm with a symbol. We mark a time in the future when it’s optimal for us to do a certain thing. We can choose a specific symbol for any number of situations. Here are three examples:
Guest Post by David Rivinus
Marion looked perturbed; that wasn’t like her.
A skilled, beloved and highly respected theater costume designer, she had trained pros who were now working on Broadway. And recently, she had agreed to mentor amateurs who showed promise. They paid her hourly for her instruction and put their new-found skills to a variety of uses.
“OK, Marion, what’s up?” I probed.
From: The Silent Questions, pages 256-258.
by Doug Marman
A young boy sat on the edge of the wharf, looking out over the gray water. His legs dangled free in the air, kicking back and forth. This was the place where he sat every day to listen to the sounds that the wind carried and to watch the way the waves danced. The sea was his friend, and he came to visit, just as he visited the geese in Mrs. Thatcher’s yard and the seagulls behind Mr. Danver’s Fish Market.
But the sea was different. The sea seemed to change every day, and yet, somehow, was exactly the same. It seemed endless and huge, yet at times you forgot it was even there, and it would startle you when you noticed it again.
By Michael Avery
A few days ago, when Oi and I began our daily walk along a path that meanders alongside a stream and some natural ponds, we came upon a disturbing scene: a motionless squirrel lying in some grass. His eyes were open, so I concluded that he had left his body through the doors of death.
But then Oi looked closer and saw that its stomach was moving in and out, faintly, but rapidly.
By Michael Avery
From The Golden Book of HU, pp. 80-81
The image of an old friend came to mind while exploring some of the manicured grounds of the temple at Param Akshar [on the Soul Plane]. At least that was my first impression of him. But perhaps everyone here is an old friend. I’ll call this Soul, Maurey, for ease of reference.
By Pichaya Avery
The Inner Teacher always leads me to the right place at the right time to meet the right people in order to become a greater instrument of divine love. The key is to pay close attention to the inner guidance moment by moment, even when it seems incomprehensible and illogical to the analytical mind. When I follow a subtle nudge, the Inner Teacher can touch someone’s heart profoundly, through me, in many amazing ways.
It was around Christmas time, and the grocery store was fully packed with impatient shoppers. One of those customers who felt irritated with the long lines at the checkout stands happened to be me. While silently complaining, I received a specific message from the Inner Teacher, “Go to lane six.”
By Michael Avery
Dear friends,
Pichaya and I are delighted to share that our new printed book, Seven Signs from the Universe, is now available on Amazon. The EPUB version is also available at the same link.
The front and back covers feature artwork by Claude Gruffy, a world-class Canadian artist.
By Michael Avery
This song was inspired by my brother, Gordon’s, generosity. We grew up at a mining camp where our father was superintendent. We were fairly poor, but didn’t realize it since everyone around us was fishing out of the same boat.
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