tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17585619492835131962024-03-13T02:26:18.824-05:00lipscomb bohemianoccasional thoughts, pictures, rants etclipscomb bohemianhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01874910763512931751noreply@blogger.comBlogger60125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1758561949283513196.post-74490958991714494562014-12-21T12:00:00.000-06:002014-12-21T12:00:42.895-06:00<div style="text-align: justify;">
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<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="color: lime;"><b><span style="font-size: small;">from watercolor sketch book</span></b></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="color: lime;"><b> <span style="font-size: small;">at this time there were only </span></b></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="color: lime;"><b><span style="font-size: small;">2 cars in all of ohio</span></b></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="color: lime;"><b><span style="font-size: small;">the drivers crashed into each other</span></b></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="color: lime;"><b><span style="font-size: small;">true story</span></b></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="color: lime;"><b><span style="font-size: small;">im against talking on the phone while driving as well .</span></b></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="color: lime;"><b><span style="font-size: small;">when you are driving a car then drive the car </span></b></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="color: lime;"><b><span style="font-size: small;">when cars crash there is little warning if any at all...</span></b></span></span></div>
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<span style="color: lime;"><span style="font-size: small;"><b>and when it is over ones life is sometimes changed or .....</b></span></span></div>
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<span style="color: lime;"><span style="font-size: small;"><b>sometimes taken away.....</b></span></span></div>
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<span style="color: lime;"><span style="font-size: small;"><b><em><strong>You win some, you lose some, you wreck some.</strong> – Dale Ernhardt Sr.</em></b></span></span></div>
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<span style="color: lime;"><span style="font-size: small;"><b><em>from the promise land in lipscomb al</em></b></span></span></div>
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<span style="color: lime;"><span style="font-size: small;"><b><em>where golden eagle table syrup and buffalo rock</em></b></span></span></div>
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<span style="color: lime;"><span style="font-size: small;"><b><em> flow freely </em></b></span></span></div>
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<span style="color: lime;"><span style="font-size: small;"><b><em>and the train whistle blows </em> </b></span></span></div>
lipscomb bohemianhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01874910763512931751noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1758561949283513196.post-65794523592151605712014-12-20T10:02:00.000-06:002014-12-20T20:16:27.582-06:00<br />
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<span style="color: lime;"><b><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: small;">justine is a mannequin aquired from a window display at "whats on second"</span></span></b></span></div>
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<span style="color: lime;"><b><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: small;">mannequins are hard to understand .... something about them,,,,,</span></span></b></span></div>
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<span style="color: lime;"><b><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: small;">"the principles of true art is not to portray, but to evoke."</span></span></b></span></div>
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<span style="color: lime;"><b><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: small;">jerzy kosinsky</span></span></b></span></div>
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<span style="color: lime;"><b><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: small;">................................<br />perhaps that is true of justine ...she has "being" ........does she also have a soul.....<br /> ....</span></span></b></span></div>
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<span style="color: lime;"><b><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: small;">today i wish you good fortune</span></span></b></span></div>
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<span style="color: lime;"><b><span style="font-size: small;">from the promise land in lipscomb al</span></b></span><br />
<span style="color: lime;">where golden eagle table syrup and buffalo rock</span><br />
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<span style="color: lime;">and the train whistle blows</span></div>
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<span style="color: lime;"> ihis is the guardian of the records<br /></span><div align="center">
<span style="color: lime;"><span style="font-size: 180%;"><strong>The Metamorphosis of Wisdom</strong></span></span> </div>
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<span style="color: lime;"><br /><strong>Wisdom
is that which makes a vessel into a teacup when it is filled with tea, a
sauce dish when it is filled with sauce, a rice bowl when it is filled
with rice, and a medicine pot when it is filled with medicine. There is
no set method in the functioning of this wisdom. It is simply that which
knows how to utilize things according to the case at hand.</strong></span></div>
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<span style="color: lime;"><em><strong>–Kusan Sunim</strong></em></span></div>
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<span style="color: lime;"><strong>wisdom
is not so much learned as it is aquired. that is why it is so
associated with age. wise people seem to be older people. this though is
not necessarily true however and wisdom is not automatically aquired
with age. we must open our hearts and minds.</strong></span></div>
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<span style="color: lime;"><strong>t openshaw </strong></span></div>
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<span style="color: lime;"><strong>this is an older post ressurected</strong></span></div>
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<span style="color: lime;"><strong>the beginner has many options</strong></span></div>
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<span style="color: lime;"><strong>the expert has none.</strong></span></div>
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<span style="color: lime;"><strong><em>idea from i believe 'zen mind beginners mind'</em></strong></span></div>
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<span style="color: lime;"><strong>From the promise land in Lipscomb Alabama</strong></span><br />
<span style="color: lime;"><strong>Where golden eagle table syrup and buffalo rock</strong></span><br />
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<span style="color: lime;"><strong>And the train whistle blows</strong></span><br />
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lipscomb bohemianhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01874910763512931751noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1758561949283513196.post-88381780847486781422014-12-18T10:36:00.000-06:002014-12-18T10:36:22.959-06:00<br />
<b><span style="color: lime;">its a nice day here in lipscomb al....the other side of the tracks.....43 so far......</span></b><br />
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<b><span style="color: lime;"> from sketch book</span></b><br />
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<b><span style="color: lime;">i dont like to feel the need to compare my lot to someone elses misfortune in order to feel grateful</span></b><br />
<b><span style="color: lime;">and i try not to ever do that.......i am a fortunate person on its on accord.......</span></b><br />
<b><span style="color: lime;">if however you feel the need too do so then see time magazines 100 photos from 2014 .........</span></b><br />
<b><span style="color: lime;">they arent all negative but plenty of them are.......</span></b><br />
<b><span style="color: lime;">holy cow ....yesterday a near disaster....when i went to get the dog pack in from their yard.....the puppy..fairmont...snuck between ebbie and bridgette and took off......i got in the jeep and searched high and low to no avail........i had to decide that she might just come back home knowing where her bed and food are.....about an hour later ebbie and bridgette started barking in the house....i looked out front and on the front porch was the scoundrel and the dog from up the street. ill be happy when she learns to come straight to the back door when i get them in.......all is well now.....</span></b><br />
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<b><span style="color: lime;">"imagine that a boat floats along a river. imagine that those who have sat by the oars and rowed tirelessly have stopped and gone ashore; and that the travellers who remain in the boat do not bother to take up the oars and push the boat further, but think that it will travel by itself,as before, into the future.</span></b><br />
<b><span style="color: lime;">life has no meaning without purpose"</span></b><br />
<b><span style="color: lime;">giuseppe mazzini</span></b><br />
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<b><span style="color: lime;">"every person should make a small effort, even the smallest effort, to improve the general well-being of humanity<br />" leo tolstoy</span></b><br />
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<b><span style="color: lime;">from the promise land in lipscomb alabama</span></b><br />
<b><span style="color: lime;">where golden eagle table syrup and buffalo rock</span></b><br />
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<b><span style="color: lime;">and the train whistle blows </span></b><br />
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lipscomb bohemianhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01874910763512931751noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1758561949283513196.post-48496126155907059012014-12-16T16:54:00.000-06:002014-12-16T16:54:13.652-06:00<b><span style="color: lime;"><span style="font-size: small;">16 dec 2014.........</span></span></b><br />
<b><span style="color: lime;"><span style="font-size: small;">im gonna try to put a couple of pieces up. from my sketchboook this morning ....art before breakfast ........blew the color one to flinders ......being too picky and not stopping on time ....so we can just call that "overdone" id like think i could add something everyday.....by the way there is lots more further back ......some days i suspect ill post old work....if anything at all.......i havent painted anything in well over a year...we got carried away with that car......loved that......by the way i thin k the video was a run just to feel out the course.....i never was fast but i was faster than that........</span></span></b><br />
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<br /><span style="color: lime;"><b>" the time is coming, a time of cocord, harmony, forgiveness,and love. depend on it./ we must do everything in our power to bring this time closer, and to stop those things that delay its arrival."</b></span><br />
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<span style="color: lime;"><b>leo tolstoy</b></span><br />
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<span style="color: lime;"><b>from lipscomb alabama..</b></span><br />
<span style="color: lime;"><b>where golden eagle table syrup </b></span><br />
<span style="color: lime;"><b>and buffalo rock flow freely....</b></span><br />
<span style="color: lime;"><b>and the train whistle blows.....</b></span><br />
<br />lipscomb bohemianhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01874910763512931751noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1758561949283513196.post-43583114380082251802014-08-24T22:06:00.000-05:002014-08-24T22:06:12.345-05:00<span style="background-color: lime;"><span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="color: blue;"><b><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="background-color: white;"><span></span></span><span style="background-color: #444444;"><span style="color: lime;">" my brain is only a receiver... in the universe there is a core from which we obtain knowledge. strength, inspiration....i have not penetrated into the secrets of this core but i know that it exists...."</span></span></span></b></span></span></span><br />
<span style="background-color: #444444;"><span style="color: lime;"><b><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"> nikola tesla </span></span></b></span></span><br />
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<span style="background-color: #444444;"><span style="color: lime;"><b><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">i cant say what will happen here....this was once a daily..or nearly daily blog with illustrations mostly from my art.....i havent painted anything in well over a year</span></span></b></span></span><br />
<span style="color: blue;"><b><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"><span style="background-color: #444444;"><span style="color: lime;">but no one ca<span></span>n tell when i might start back...my focus...passion if you will...these days seems to be racing/autocrossing our mg midget...</span></span></span></span></b></span><br />
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<span style="background-color: #444444;"><span style="color: lime;"><b><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"><span>we of course have no way of knowing what tomorrow will bring but we may be able to continue this blog on some timely basis....</span></span></span></b></span></span><br />
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<span style="color: lime;"><span style="background-color: #444444;"><span>this is just to say........i have eaten the plums.....that were in the icebox.......</span></span></span><br />
<span style="color: lime;"><span style="background-color: #444444;"><span>and which you were probably saving for breakfast</span></span></span><br />
<span style="color: lime;"><span style="background-color: #444444;"><span>forgive me...they were so delicious..so sweet..and so cold</span></span></span><br />
<span style="background-color: #444444;"><span> </span></span> <span style="color: lime;"> william carlos williams</span>lipscomb bohemianhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01874910763512931751noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1758561949283513196.post-79404623236155634522012-05-30T09:49:00.001-05:002012-05-30T09:49:18.492-05:00<h2>
TBC</h2>lipscomb bohemianhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01874910763512931751noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1758561949283513196.post-26591423886802509462009-07-09T08:57:00.005-05:002009-07-09T09:38:50.742-05:00you are it<div align="left"> </div><div align="left"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh4S4F7lm004ueyqKlaWDTHZagw78sFNnGH00qbmb0mnP_3wuGnemeNzIohjdVfdhhFslTdV69PonmJeqGSBhtKZcjbdlllKdB79AP9tFoa-a3b9IidsBxoFATlJ6HiQ7kM7s8ZKm_6upT4/s1600-h/widow.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 258px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356459469573850306" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh4S4F7lm004ueyqKlaWDTHZagw78sFNnGH00qbmb0mnP_3wuGnemeNzIohjdVfdhhFslTdV69PonmJeqGSBhtKZcjbdlllKdB79AP9tFoa-a3b9IidsBxoFATlJ6HiQ7kM7s8ZKm_6upT4/s320/widow.jpg" /></a> <br /><div align="center"><em>8x10</em></div><div align="center"><em>ink on newsprint</em></div><br /><strong><span style="font-size:180%;">You Are It</span><br />We have the habit of always looking outside ourselves, thinking we can get wisdom and compassion from another person or the Buddha or his teachings (Dharma) or our community (Sangha). But you are the Buddha, you are the Dharma, you are the Sangha.<br /></strong><em>–Thich Nhat Hanh</em><br /><em>_______________________________________</em><br /><em></em><br /><div align="center"><em><strong>we all have within us buddha nature</strong></em></div><div align="center"><em><strong>we must strive to expose it</strong></em></div><div align="center"><strong><em>_______________________</em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em></em></strong> </div><div align="left"><strong>Moral convictions based on spiritual enlightenment and rooted in human experience are just as real and certain as mathematical deductions based on physical observations, but on another and higher level.</strong></div><div align="left"><em>The Urantia Book, </em><a href="http://www.truthbook.com/index.cfm?linkID=1447#U195_6_12"><em>Page 2077 (195:6.12)</em></a></div><div align="left"> </div><div align="left">From the promise land in Lipscomb Alabama</div><div align="left">Where golden eagle table syrup and buffalo rock</div><div align="left">Flow freely</div><div align="left">And the train whistle blows</div><div align="left"><em></em> </div>_____________________________<br /></div>lipscomb bohemianhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01874910763512931751noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1758561949283513196.post-77776060137215331162009-06-26T08:03:00.009-05:002009-06-26T08:38:26.042-05:00choices<strong></strong><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgCF2XQDbfeFesGHE3E2I0pHMjWKPXr_SisO3ENF4vLCPq4RU2pxfFwc8CUadeyHI0ot11GK04IZu7mYilgYnrZiPCxDd6lZvtI8AIxYoqjdgw4vG9E1x8JU4VGueUzasQHKTkMaXxMHQ3x/s1600-h/tommy.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 222px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351622401862835314" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgCF2XQDbfeFesGHE3E2I0pHMjWKPXr_SisO3ENF4vLCPq4RU2pxfFwc8CUadeyHI0ot11GK04IZu7mYilgYnrZiPCxDd6lZvtI8AIxYoqjdgw4vG9E1x8JU4VGueUzasQHKTkMaXxMHQ3x/s320/tommy.jpg" /></a><br /><br /><div align="center">this is tommy</div><br /><div align="center">boxer..merchant seaman..story teller.. and friend _</div><br /><div align="center">he has been one of the most inspirational people in my whole life</div><br /><div align="center">tommy said as he knew he was dying</div><br /><div align="center">"this is just part of the deal"</div><br /><div align="center"><em>8x10 acrylic on canvas</em></div><br /><div align="center"><em>published in the current issue of birmingham arts journal</em></div><br /><br /><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;"><strong>Choosing Harmony</strong> </span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /></div></span><strong></strong><br /><strong>As thinking human beings, we can choose not to act and speak in a manner that is demeaning or shameful. Our natural proclivity for righteousness, or the ability to feel shame, can become our guide in behaving harmlessly and in harmony with other beings. Without it we would be untethered and absolutely free to act selfishly and destructively without impunity.</strong><br /><strong><br /><br /></strong><em>–Ajahn Sumano Bhikkhu<br />_________________________</em><br /><br /><em></em><br /><br /><strong>its all choices..</strong><br /><br /><strong>if we can but keep our mouth shut until our brain catches up to our speech ..</strong><br /><br /><strong>if we can realise that what happens next will be the result of our action now..</strong><br /><br /><strong>then we will benefit greatly for that</strong><br /><br /><strong></strong><br /><br /><strong>_____________________</strong><br /><br /><em></em><br /><br /><em><strong>The happy and effective person is motivated, not by fear of wrongdoing, but by love of right doing.</strong> </em><br /><br /><br /><br /><em>The Urantia Book, <a href="http://www.truthbook.com/index.cfm?linkID=1392#U140_4_6">Page 1572 (140:4.6)</a></em><br /><br /><em></em><br /><br /><em>______________</em><br /><br /><em></em><br /><br /><em><strong>From the promise land in Lipscomb Alabama</strong></em><br /><br /><em><strong>Where golden eagle table syrup and buffalo rock</strong></em><br /><br /><em><strong>Flow freely</strong></em><br /><br /><em><strong>And the train whistle blows</strong><br /></em><em></em>lipscomb bohemianhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01874910763512931751noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1758561949283513196.post-75279712377130294262009-06-10T07:37:00.003-05:002009-06-10T08:13:08.710-05:00wisdom<div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEji3g5R1vZvIeaqFen6CJQl0bU9V_izEKVwSB5jGupbYJchOvqIoJWnWGzVN5uzu408vbYVA6A2Kr39JFGet7COuDewE8V0lxvRWcATgUNkHAxTi7k69Um-2WLZqnvIyr0JIgicJLgx6twN/s1600-h/akashic+guardian.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 224px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345677407665514546" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEji3g5R1vZvIeaqFen6CJQl0bU9V_izEKVwSB5jGupbYJchOvqIoJWnWGzVN5uzu408vbYVA6A2Kr39JFGet7COuDewE8V0lxvRWcATgUNkHAxTi7k69Um-2WLZqnvIyr0JIgicJLgx6twN/s320/akashic+guardian.jpg" /></a></div><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:180%;"><strong>The Metamorphosis of Wisdom</strong></span> </div><br /><div align="justify"><br /><strong>Wisdom is that which makes a vessel into a teacup when it is filled with tea, a sauce dish when it is filled with sauce, a rice bowl when it is filled with rice, and a medicine pot when it is filled with medicine. There is no set method in the functioning of this wisdom. It is simply that which knows how to utilize things according to the case at hand.</strong></div><br /><div align="center"><em><strong>–Kusan Sunim</strong></em></div><br /><div align="center"><strong>___________________________</strong><br /></div><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="center"><strong>wisdom is not so much learned as it is aquired. that is why it is so associated with age. wise people seem to be older people. this though is not necessarily true however and wisdom is not automatically aquired with age. we must open our hearts and minds in order to aquire wisdom.</strong></div><br /><div align="center"><strong>____________________</strong></div><br /><div align="center"><strong></strong></div><br /><div align="center"><strong>the beginner has many options</strong></div><br /><div align="center"><strong>the expert has none.</strong></div><br /><div align="center"><strong></strong></div><br /><div align="center"><strong><em>idea from i believe 'zen mind beginners mind'</em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em>__________</em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em></em></strong> </div><div align="center"> </div><p><strong>From the promise land in Lipscomb Alabama</strong></p><p><strong>Where golden eagle table syrup and buffalo rock</strong></p><p><strong>Flow freely</strong></p><p><strong>And the train whistle blows<br /></strong></p><div align="center"><strong><em></em></strong></div><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="center"></div>lipscomb bohemianhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01874910763512931751noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1758561949283513196.post-84163462799664165842009-06-08T07:12:00.003-05:002009-06-08T07:19:51.805-05:00change your mind<strong><em></em></strong><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj8vcMf6MMc2qMHy2OFS7hf8vnjd7LykgtId-5Ap2uQlabgRUpk3URR676dPBD1aJmEzyMAOyVGzZH3PkYSM6FT7UoyHWMWaSDBhIeDZ6m65ZSdnVMjKus0zieg0SKgpZ-NA7y7YuwQ1rAP/s1600-h/starr+danias.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 246px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344929886536026402" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj8vcMf6MMc2qMHy2OFS7hf8vnjd7LykgtId-5Ap2uQlabgRUpk3URR676dPBD1aJmEzyMAOyVGzZH3PkYSM6FT7UoyHWMWaSDBhIeDZ6m65ZSdnVMjKus0zieg0SKgpZ-NA7y7YuwQ1rAP/s320/starr+danias.jpg" /></a><br /><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;"><strong>Change yourself, change the world</strong></span> </div><br /><div align="justify"><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><strong>Trying to change the world without changing our mind is like trying to clean the dirty face we see in the mirror by scrubbing the glass. However vigorously we clean it, our reflection will not improve. Only by washing our own face and combing our own unkempt hair can we alter the image. Similarly, if we want to help create conditions that foster peace and well-being in the world, we first need to reflect these qualities ourselves.</strong></span></div><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /><div align="justify"><br /></span></div><strong><em>–Lama Shenpen Drolma</em></strong> <div align="justify"><strong><em></em></strong></div><div align="justify"><strong><em></em></strong></div><div align="justify">From the promise land in Lipscomb Alabama</div><div align="justify">Where golden eagle table syrup and buffalo rock</div><div align="justify">Flow freely</div><div align="justify">And the train whistle blows</div><br /><div align="justify"><strong><em></em></strong></div><br /><div align="justify"><strong><em></em></strong></div><br /><div align="justify"></div>lipscomb bohemianhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01874910763512931751noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1758561949283513196.post-59841354934965041352009-06-02T09:37:00.004-05:002009-06-02T09:47:45.441-05:00essentials of peace<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh8UZL39qEdt2la8irXPyuI0pmMIXsa7Ye1QdcpWZ5kZ8ca2b_vx-75FkMK5gbuwQX_ZrXm3qPB4nLpU6sMidRtHEV5T4wrFNdkFaXZcz_rBFbilPCsGPy2yo0An4YfVw9wTvSx0fzvMDUz/s1600-h/concubine.jpg"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 215px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342739479146229522" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh8UZL39qEdt2la8irXPyuI0pmMIXsa7Ye1QdcpWZ5kZ8ca2b_vx-75FkMK5gbuwQX_ZrXm3qPB4nLpU6sMidRtHEV5T4wrFNdkFaXZcz_rBFbilPCsGPy2yo0An4YfVw9wTvSx0fzvMDUz/s320/concubine.jpg" /></a><br /><div><span style="font-size:180%;"><strong>Make Peace with Your Mind</strong></span><br /><strong>For the spiritual power of peace to touch every person on this earth, it must radiate out from a profound peace within our own mind: across political and religious barriers, and across the barriers of ego and self-righteousness. To this end, we should seek an inner peace so pure and stable that we cannot be moved to anger by violence or to selfish attachment and fear by those who view or confront us with contempt and hatred. We can achieve such stability only by purifying the mind’s poisons—ignorance, anger, attachment, jealousy, and pride; then we can clearly see that war and suffering are but their outer reflections. The essential difference between true peacemakers and those who wage war of any sort is the presence of extraordinary patience and discipline in the minds of the peacemakers as they work with these pervasive poisons. If we truly understand this, we will never allow ourselves to be defeated from within or without. <em>–Lama Shenpen Drolma</em></strong></div><div><strong><em></em></strong> </div><div><strong><em></em></strong> </div><div><strong>we can never have world peace until we are at peace with ourselves..with our neighbors..our community..with everyone....<em>everyone..</em>. someone will go first....i will try.</strong></div><strong><div><br />From the promise land in Lipscomb Alabama</div><div>Where golden eagle table syrup and buffalo rock</div><div>Flow freely</div><div>And the train whistle blows</strong></div>lipscomb bohemianhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01874910763512931751noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1758561949283513196.post-48958028035292070422009-05-23T06:53:00.007-05:002009-05-23T07:04:34.057-05:00creative living<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi1tP4q5hU16I-ekl8hBWs6GmOyTLeEzeb5VbeP9cQODGxT6S3Ubl6K22EpGhm5zkN1WWOQFaiuN27DCnPMmIhiyg6LmbX5LMhZpMlbif3S1bgKhXURro5Nbsn7MbN8AoR42Ypuj_IKCnvT/s1600-h/bluewoman.jpg">Religious living is devoted living, and devoted living is creative living, original and spontaneous. The Urantia Book, </a><a href="http://www.truthbook.com/index.cfm?linkID=1351#U100_4_1">Page 1097 (100:4.1)</a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi1tP4q5hU16I-ekl8hBWs6GmOyTLeEzeb5VbeP9cQODGxT6S3Ubl6K22EpGhm5zkN1WWOQFaiuN27DCnPMmIhiyg6LmbX5LMhZpMlbif3S1bgKhXURro5Nbsn7MbN8AoR42Ypuj_IKCnvT/s1600-h/bluewoman.jpg"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 247px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338986478115370674" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi1tP4q5hU16I-ekl8hBWs6GmOyTLeEzeb5VbeP9cQODGxT6S3Ubl6K22EpGhm5zkN1WWOQFaiuN27DCnPMmIhiyg6LmbX5LMhZpMlbif3S1bgKhXURro5Nbsn7MbN8AoR42Ypuj_IKCnvT/s320/bluewoman.jpg" /></a><br /><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;"><strong>Just Do It</strong></span></div><div><strong><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;"><br /></span><span style="font-size:130%;">All success, great and small, whether in spiritual or temporal affairs, derives from your stock of merit. So never neglect even the slightest positive deed. Just do it. </span></strong></div><div><strong>–<em>Dudjom Rinpoche</em></strong></div><div><strong><em></em></strong> </div><div><strong><em></em></strong> </div><div><strong><em></em></strong></div><div><strong><em></em></strong></div><div><strong><em></em></strong></div><div><strong><em></em></strong></div><div><span style="font-size:130%;"><strong>Religious living is devoted living, and devoted living is creative living, original and spontaneous.</strong> </span></div><div><strong><em>The Urantia Book, </em></strong><a href="http://www.truthbook.com/index.cfm?linkID=1351#U100_4_1"><strong><em>Page 1097 (100:4.1)</em></strong></a></div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div><em><strong>acrylic house paint on pole</strong></em></div><div><strong><em></em></strong> </div><div><strong><em></em></strong></div><div></div><div><strong><em></em></strong></div><div><strong><em>From the promise land in </em></strong><strong><em>Lipscomb Alabama</em></strong></div><div><strong><em>Where golden eagle table syrup and buffalo rock</em></strong></div><div><strong><em>Flow freely</em></strong></div><div><strong><em>And the train whistle blows</em></strong></div>lipscomb bohemianhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01874910763512931751noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1758561949283513196.post-69189238666085822262009-05-14T10:43:00.005-05:002009-05-14T10:47:57.479-05:00lipscomb bohemianhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01874910763512931751noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1758561949283513196.post-46904017019112426702009-05-12T10:48:00.004-05:002009-05-12T11:03:53.184-05:00rights and responsabilities<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgPFYUkUATYopxu7813MQJ62k0lLSmnNIBgcAgZLAcIqmIKSoIM3wIvGE0NNR0PYeIK7hIBMWc5coKKj2KWHoHd6Eu3ugsLN6eL-aog4qSEtY7qFky3o-oSEt3Ru94-x8txP_3iEuxdbF61/s1600-h/bush.jpg"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334965004915372146" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgPFYUkUATYopxu7813MQJ62k0lLSmnNIBgcAgZLAcIqmIKSoIM3wIvGE0NNR0PYeIK7hIBMWc5coKKj2KWHoHd6Eu3ugsLN6eL-aog4qSEtY7qFky3o-oSEt3Ru94-x8txP_3iEuxdbF61/s400/bush.jpg" /></a><br /><div><strong><span style="font-size:180%;">remember this tyrant?</span></strong></div><div><strong><em></em></strong> </div><div><strong><em>'</em>the snicker'</strong></div><div><strong><em>pen and ink on paper</em></strong></div><div><strong></strong> </div><div><strong>today is voting day in lipscomb to replace district 19 state senator for the remainder of this term.</strong></div><div><strong>alas at 10:30 this morning 10 people had voted at the firestation in lipscomb. the rest will unquestionably gripe for the rest of the term. voting is not only our right .. it is our responsability. we have no other way to have any say so at all in how our country is run. we have seen what can happen. </strong></div><div><strong>be a part of america and vote..in all elections. your vote counts. hopefully voting will pick up here later in the day.</strong></div><div><strong></strong> </div><div><strong><em></em></strong> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div>From the promise land in Lipscomb Alabama</div><div>Where golden eagle table syrup and buffalo rock</div><div>Flow freely</div><div>And the train whistle blows</div>lipscomb bohemianhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01874910763512931751noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1758561949283513196.post-13144649480708569082009-05-09T04:56:00.004-05:002009-05-09T05:02:32.171-05:00<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjh0mo6JlWIdzBPJChyphenhyphenIQ3_feQyqQJAHmtHeuQEQ15ACA3n8gunXfYitxGqjWxpAoCh8wNA7qznZo0oWmvxvetjP2RpnQRfDKWbRza2kl2iwOkTURLzO4xjdV_FXsfjO38aScoAgrq8iFf3/s1600-h/blue+and+red+goddess.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 211px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333762072115132338" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjh0mo6JlWIdzBPJChyphenhyphenIQ3_feQyqQJAHmtHeuQEQ15ACA3n8gunXfYitxGqjWxpAoCh8wNA7qznZo0oWmvxvetjP2RpnQRfDKWbRza2kl2iwOkTURLzO4xjdV_FXsfjO38aScoAgrq8iFf3/s400/blue+and+red+goddess.jpg" /></a><br /><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="font-size:180%;">we are at the art feast in avondale park</span></em></strong></div><br /><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="font-size:180%;">birmingham alabama</span></em></strong></div><br /><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="font-size:180%;"></span></em></strong></div><br /><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="font-size:180%;">see yesterday for 'today'</span></em></strong></div><br /><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="font-size:180%;"></span></em></strong></div><br /><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="font-size:180%;">_______________</span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="font-size:180%;"></span></em></strong> </div><div align="center"><strong>From the promise land in Lipscomb Alabama</strong></div><div align="center"><strong>Where golden eagle table syrup and buffalo rock</strong></div><div align="center"><strong>Flow freely</strong></div><div align="center"><strong>And the train whistle blows</strong></div><br /><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="font-size:180%;"></span></em></strong></div><br /><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="font-size:180%;"></span></em></strong></div><br /><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="font-size:180%;"></span></em></strong></div><br /><div align="center"></div>lipscomb bohemianhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01874910763512931751noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1758561949283513196.post-62919294326531066882009-05-08T07:53:00.003-05:002009-05-08T07:56:05.336-05:00lipscomb bohemianhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01874910763512931751noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1758561949283513196.post-56576828100398633422009-05-08T07:25:00.004-05:002009-05-08T07:52:07.406-05:00today<div align="center"></div><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiIujvVo9CbaWk-qTGLQkHGZrGvIbxzQzPO871URQ3EQ4DPdC4J2GuR0h5rj-xf7UPTKP52MIAMs-7n2WtUbsosUnJXqfUpq8go2rZe2UVLhiDN5kynAECN53BNKBGH-4GZyTLoicLzow9S/s1600-h/wasteland.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 331px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333429441404090002" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiIujvVo9CbaWk-qTGLQkHGZrGvIbxzQzPO871URQ3EQ4DPdC4J2GuR0h5rj-xf7UPTKP52MIAMs-7n2WtUbsosUnJXqfUpq8go2rZe2UVLhiDN5kynAECN53BNKBGH-4GZyTLoicLzow9S/s400/wasteland.jpg" /></a><strong><em><span style="font-size:180%;"></span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:180%;">wasteland</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong>16x20</strong></div><div align="center"><strong>mixed media</strong></div><div align="center"><strong>can be seen at art feast in avondale park tomorrow</strong></div><div align="center"><strong>______</strong></div><div align="center"><strong></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:180%;"></span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:180%;">Everything that Happens Will Happen Today </span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="font-size:130%;">david byrne</span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></em></strong></div><div align="right"><strong></strong></div><div align="left"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;"><em>i dont care for the song at all but the statement is true</em></span></strong></div><div align="left"><strong><em><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="font-size:130%;">___</span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:180%;">yesterday is dead and gone</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:180%;">tomorrow's out of sight</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;"><em>kris kristofferson</em></span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="font-size:130%;">___</span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:180%;">'plan as if you will live foreverlive as if you will die today'</span></strong> </div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="font-size:130%;">james dean</span></em></strong> </div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="font-size:180%;"></span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="font-size:180%;">___</span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em>From the promise land in Lipscomb Alabama</em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em>Where golden eagle table syrup and buffalo rock</em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em>Flow freely</em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em>And the train whistle blows</em></strong></div><div align="center"></div><div align="justify"><strong><em><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></em></strong></div><div align="justify"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></strong></div>lipscomb bohemianhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01874910763512931751noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1758561949283513196.post-50688282487548679792009-05-06T06:23:00.016-05:002009-05-06T08:42:34.772-05:00<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgL1Cf3tANVMpv_1reoHbK4DJHFP_5YMZzOXZo9OqZDMNapT9W20Tfk_fqBG_gFWYhLh-35BwijqgnTkf6Tw1-eQvySKZZKT_jpCLdPpAwfdHVSycO5_c1s9-D-_s66kppCY0G1rAu8Om4N/s1600-h/m_728b20fcbe32836d89c97b1b8e0939a2.jpg"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 170px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 251px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332670546612798354" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgL1Cf3tANVMpv_1reoHbK4DJHFP_5YMZzOXZo9OqZDMNapT9W20Tfk_fqBG_gFWYhLh-35BwijqgnTkf6Tw1-eQvySKZZKT_jpCLdPpAwfdHVSycO5_c1s9-D-_s66kppCY0G1rAu8Om4N/s400/m_728b20fcbe32836d89c97b1b8e0939a2.jpg" /></a> <span style="font-size:180%;"><strong>Lasting Happiness</strong></span><br /><span style="font-size:180%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><strong>Being sensitive and responsive to human need creates genuine and lasting happiness, while such kindly attitudes safeguard the soul from the destructive influences of anger, hate, and suspicion.</strong></span> <em>The Urantia Book, </em><a href="http://www.truthbook.com/index.cfm?linkID=1392#U140_5_16"><em>Page 1575 (140:5.16)</em></a><em><br /><br /></em>mother teresa<br />9x12 block print<br /><em>available</em><br /><br /><br /><br />***<br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><strong>The Path to True Happiness<br />Everything in life changes. The path to true happiness is one of integrating and fully accepting all aspects of our experience. This integration is represented in the Taoist symbol of yin/yang, a circle which is half dark and half light. In the midst of the dark area is a spot of light, and in the midst of the light area is a spot of darkness. Even in the depths of darkness, the light is implicit. Even in the heart of light, the dark is understood, acknowledged, and absorbed.<br /></strong></span>–Sharon Salzberg<br /><br /><br /><div align="center">________________________________</div><br /><br /><div align="center"><strong>Henry James once said to his young nephew,</strong></div><div align="center"><strong>"There are only three things important in human life: </strong></div><div align="center"><strong>be kind, be kind, be kind." </strong></div><div align="center"><strong></strong></div><div align="center"><strong>______________________________</strong></div><div align="center"><strong></strong></div><div align="center"><strong>***</strong></div><div align="center"><strong></strong></div><div align="center"></div><div align="left"><strong>From the promise land in Lipscomb Alabama</strong></div><div align="left"><strong>Where golden eagle table syrup and buffalo rock</strong></div><div align="left"><strong>Flow freely</strong></div><div align="left"><strong>And the train whistle blows</strong></div><div align="left"></div>lipscomb bohemianhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01874910763512931751noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1758561949283513196.post-27556943589661906872009-04-25T09:07:00.003-05:002009-04-25T09:17:35.075-05:00<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg0GKTfZZtmqgYAY_keOAR5blMbxRH8sd2oUGswZsPz9UXvmnsLQvf3Q3YU1gTO3XGNISeZ1nBIRyLNhAIc7U6Van4zRSakRR_H4lzf2LD_qBj-xg357UelPVvLBCauANVeP2YeBu48w9_x/s1600-h/concubine.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 269px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328630967451789634" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg0GKTfZZtmqgYAY_keOAR5blMbxRH8sd2oUGswZsPz9UXvmnsLQvf3Q3YU1gTO3XGNISeZ1nBIRyLNhAIc7U6Van4zRSakRR_H4lzf2LD_qBj-xg357UelPVvLBCauANVeP2YeBu48w9_x/s400/concubine.jpg" /></a><br /><br /><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;"><strong>It's Hard Work Being a Control Freak<br />We don’t need to control the world. We don’t need to defend ourselves against it. We don’t need to preserve anything. We only need to be here—totally, completely, freely—responding to the actual occasion.</strong></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;"><em><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">–Steve Hagen, from Buddhism: It’s Not What You Think</span> </strong></em></span></div><div><strong><em><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:180%;">_________________________</span></em></strong></div><div><strong><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;">we will again be today at the baa space at magic city art fest..</span></strong></div><div><strong><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;">________________________________</span></strong></div><div><strong><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;">From the promise land in Lipscomb Alabama</span></strong></div><div><strong><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;">Where golden eagle table syrup and buffalo rock</span></strong></div><div><strong><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;">Flow freely</span></strong></div><div><strong><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;">And the train whistle blows</span></strong></div>lipscomb bohemianhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01874910763512931751noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1758561949283513196.post-78738494536433199212009-04-24T07:19:00.005-05:002009-04-25T09:05:00.296-05:00art<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiCXPh7QsJv-dwLgg0r23qyE_dA0LYwZBcq8igOVBIFseFRef56yssXqUZ2rdUwZcEkIMpRZEeQiSItDWcEvkavIIdOO26P4bYLNWiiwKE7aD1pkEx2R0oRkU3oGC_98l7TJJgPFSG9pTWw/s1600-h/blue+and+red+goddess.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 169px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328232741373510962" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiCXPh7QsJv-dwLgg0r23qyE_dA0LYwZBcq8igOVBIFseFRef56yssXqUZ2rdUwZcEkIMpRZEeQiSItDWcEvkavIIdOO26P4bYLNWiiwKE7aD1pkEx2R0oRkU3oGC_98l7TJJgPFSG9pTWw/s320/blue+and+red+goddess.jpg" /></a> ________________________________________________________________<br /><br /><div><strong><span style="font-size:180%;">i will be at the birmingham art association booth at the magic city art festival at linn park today.....space 349</span></strong></div><br /><div><strong></strong></div><div><strong></strong></div>_________________________<br /><div><strong></strong></div><br /><div><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">From the promise land in Lipscomb Alabama</span></strong></div><div><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Where golden eagle table syrup and buffalo rock</span></strong></div><div><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Flow freely</span></strong></div><div><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">And the train whistle blows</span></strong></div>lipscomb bohemianhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01874910763512931751noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1758561949283513196.post-32198952222660260302009-04-23T06:33:00.005-05:002009-04-23T09:09:07.609-05:00<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgV9Ssy89IpnyH7CHRQidmqvtMUb8ZhBCuvMe5MCR-4UxkgjbCWxtPU85jm9UhTy1jgmBbFOSKMpoe6QCtQSaoy06DsaNem450h5ebpAjSShF7lqsSFG_9rF2XnKFO3dBDpR8TbZFfc8uJ1/s1600-h/adam+kadmon.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 250px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327856248743963570" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgV9Ssy89IpnyH7CHRQidmqvtMUb8ZhBCuvMe5MCR-4UxkgjbCWxtPU85jm9UhTy1jgmBbFOSKMpoe6QCtQSaoy06DsaNem450h5ebpAjSShF7lqsSFG_9rF2XnKFO3dBDpR8TbZFfc8uJ1/s320/adam+kadmon.jpg" /></a><br /><div><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">No use fretting over gold, beauty, or fame;Nurturing these, how can we calm our Fluttering heart? Non-attachment brings deep truth, And a truthful nature brings immortality. Empty your heart. Sit quietly on a mat. In meditation we become one with All; Tao billows like the vapors in a mountain valley, And its supernatural power wafts into our soul. </span></strong></div><div></div><strong><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></strong><a href="http://www.blogger.com/">- Loy Ching-yuen 1879-1960’s)</a><br /><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">________________________</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">hopefully i will be able to again update this blog somewhat regularly. we have/have had guests. i am trying to set up our [birmingham art association] space this weekend at magic city art festival in linn park.</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">of course always if it isnt one thing its another.....my mother said that often.</span></strong><br /><br /><strong>we [birmingham art association] will be at the magic city art festival this weekend at space 349 in the cultural district</strong><br /><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">________________________</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">From the promise land in Lipscomb Alabama</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Where golden eagle table syrup and buffalo rock</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Flow freely</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">And the train whistle blows<br /></span></strong>lipscomb bohemianhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01874910763512931751noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1758561949283513196.post-45105791296444319942009-04-12T07:47:00.005-05:002009-04-12T08:14:49.894-05:00sunrise<div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"></span></strong><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgXWqVXiCVGI1L-Upt8KsRSw5T_kDowskEsK2vzUgMcRNqSU9BNaQboxmcvdEWkPMNyvxCCwxR8enJdHhZsLi6y5UZWaodtBTuvJpxbqn5fWl-LXD4phWdtj5H0MKrgbpKDLADE8zlJ3OW9/s1600-h/carrie.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323786226406544994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 246px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgXWqVXiCVGI1L-Upt8KsRSw5T_kDowskEsK2vzUgMcRNqSU9BNaQboxmcvdEWkPMNyvxCCwxR8enJdHhZsLi6y5UZWaodtBTuvJpxbqn5fWl-LXD4phWdtj5H0MKrgbpKDLADE8zlJ3OW9/s320/carrie.jpg" border="0" /></a><strong> </strong><span style="font-size:180%;"><strong>easter</strong> <strong>sunrise service</strong></span></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">9x12</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">watercolor</span></strong></div><div align="center"><em><span style="font-size:130%;">my oldest daughter carrie at sunrise service </span></em></div><div align="center"><em><span style="font-size:130%;">on the bayou in tarpon springs fl</span></em></div><div align="center"><em><span style="font-size:130%;">______________</span></em></div><div align="center"><br /><strong><span style="font-size:180%;">Be Gentle<br /></span><span style="font-size:130%;">"Be gentle; love even your enemies; be tolerant."</span></strong></div><div align="center">Jesus, To John: The Urantia Book</div><div align="center">_______________</div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:180%;">Not Just Wishing</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">I cannot help but observe that we often are content</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">with merely wishing and praying for the happiness of others,</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">whereas for our own purposes we do everything we can for our betterment, </span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">not just wishing!<br /></span></strong>-His Holiness the Dalai Lama, from Becoming Enlightened </div><div align="center">__________________</div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"><em><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></em></div><div align="center"><em><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></em></div><div align="left">From the promise land in Lipscomb Alabama</div><div align="left">Where golden eagle table syrup and buffalo rock</div><div align="left">Flow freely</div><div align="left">And the train whistle blows</div>lipscomb bohemianhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01874910763512931751noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1758561949283513196.post-62496971040917927182009-04-09T05:36:00.004-05:002009-04-09T05:44:25.520-05:00<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjlSsVjg6ZygfWb8WGKBDfG7in5i8b3nqzOFoTbxyyRXKxiLsZMSCQKsI9TanV8TTVhxCQnkZtFFvTpkttsCds8DoWsvXQnkOzx3D_7JbmQhu05GWgycGMGSYe1jZlAwXBygmFNG7uHQy7D/s1600-h/mind.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322640285619612642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 247px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjlSsVjg6ZygfWb8WGKBDfG7in5i8b3nqzOFoTbxyyRXKxiLsZMSCQKsI9TanV8TTVhxCQnkZtFFvTpkttsCds8DoWsvXQnkOzx3D_7JbmQhu05GWgycGMGSYe1jZlAwXBygmFNG7uHQy7D/s320/mind.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><strong><span style="font-size:180%;"></span></strong></div><br /><div><strong><span style="font-size:180%;">Transforming Misery</span></strong><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><strong>The difference between misery and happiness depends on what we do with our attention. Do we, in the midst of water, look for something elsewhere to drink? Transformation comes from looking deeply within, to a state that exists before fear and isolation arise, the state in which we are inviolably whole just as we are.<br /></strong><em>–Sharon Salzberg, from Loving-Kindness</em></span></div><div> </div><div> </div><br /><div><em><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></em></div><br /><div><em><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></em></div><br /><div><strong>From the promise land in Lipscomb Alabama</strong></div><div><strong>Where golden eagle table syrup and buffalo rock</strong></div><div><strong>Flow freely</strong></div><div><strong>And the train whistle blows</strong></div>lipscomb bohemianhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01874910763512931751noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1758561949283513196.post-47114294387896997872009-03-28T09:53:00.003-05:002009-03-28T09:57:49.983-05:00<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjyiXmrtfgm-syqTYBBJjUP0I_lSWwoVtY0cTiwbg_v8ssTrhjG5OH93BmRJ2VX3B7GijbOtdt-ynKowlvZsRVpqJAK-R0T6Uy7M0i-ipzxlBW_aWRArL3Fu_rg6UlZ8mx8hhoKLCwyYFYV/s1600-h/primal+abyss.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318252309508226690" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 259px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjyiXmrtfgm-syqTYBBJjUP0I_lSWwoVtY0cTiwbg_v8ssTrhjG5OH93BmRJ2VX3B7GijbOtdt-ynKowlvZsRVpqJAK-R0T6Uy7M0i-ipzxlBW_aWRArL3Fu_rg6UlZ8mx8hhoKLCwyYFYV/s320/primal+abyss.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"><strong></strong></span> </div><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"><strong></strong></span> </div><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"><strong>Where Fear Ends<br />Fear is finding fault with the future. If only we could keep in mind how uncertain our future is, then we would never try to predict what could go wrong. Fear ends right there.<br /><span style="font-size:100%;">–Ajahn Brahm from Opening the Door of Your Heart</span></strong> </span></div><div><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"></span> </div><div><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"></span> </div><div><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"></span> </div><div><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"></span> </div><div><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"></span> </div><div><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"></span> </div><div><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;">From the promise land in Lipscomb Alabama</span></div><div><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;">Where golden eagle table syrup and buffalo rock</span></div><div><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;">Flow freely</span></div><div><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;">And the train whistle blows</span></div><div> </div>lipscomb bohemianhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01874910763512931751noreply@blogger.com0