Refusing heaven

In an interview in 2005, Gilbert explained the title of his book Refusing Heaven:

I think of heaven and think that I wouldn’t want to just float around in happiness, in a place without imperfection, where you don’t fall in love. I picture everything there being one colour. I can’t imagine anything better than being here on earth.

And someone replied beautifully to this:

If the heart is capable of love on earth, it still will fall in love in heaven.
Either he dares not to take spiritual adventure
or earth is the only place he knows.

Cupcakes and Tea: Gandhi’s Striving

1. Travel, Writing and Silence

I blame my frugality on wrists pains (tendonitis) though on some level the distance away from technology has encouraged more healthy pursuits. Sometimes my entries emerge from needless chattering, sometimes a desire to form art out of words, tell stories, self-reflect. Then at times, silence is always better. They say the American teaches how to express, and the Japanese teaches how to listen, keep silent. Students of life traverse in between, in search for understanding and self-expression.

We have travelled the mountains on backpacks hearing in the fore of the silence, the haunting songs of the native guide sing. Our footsteps are heavy as our heart is light. We strive to ascend the more remote, but know that the sooner ascent arrives, the sooner we begin our descend. We absorb the sunshine we once despised, and let the cold melt at the tip of our noses. These Poets of the antiquity sung lyrical the cloud formations in pink and blue skies, the golden glory of the sunset and in their bewilderment of nature, words have sparked the imaginations of those, like myself, who are far less travelled. We appreciate the silence as an absence of something – absence of chatter, of gossip, of over-thinking, of analysis-paralysis. So we disappear into monasteries and mountains, and seek the guidance of monks and peaceful monotony.

But silence is more than just a pause of thought. It is a clearance of one’s space. It is not the absence of thought, but a presence of space. I once loved a man whose words and thoughts emerged from and sat eloquently on silence. I am not creating poetry, there is no other manner I can find in explaining this odd physical phenomena.

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3. Akhila Kolsetty is a young writer, blogger who uses her intelligence and perspective-shifting to advocate for justice. She has just returned from a volunteer experience from Kabul. Every Friday she features the work of an organization or person. I thoroughly enjoy this element of her website because she brings to the readers to work of countless individuals whose work has not been thoroughly marketed to the rest of the world. I see Akhila as a young activist who is always looking inward whilst looking outward and admire her consistency in updating us with crucial perspectives that go beyond the standard litany of contemporary news. Here is a post on changing the world, she wrote for another site.

4. Take your Daily Cup of Tao here, Zen in Modern Life.

I can’t fight against war – as then I’m at war.

I can’t make rules for politicians – as then I’m being political.

For peace the only action I may make is to be peaceful.

Note that these rules are for conceptual people as the true I is not split so in no position to act at all.

Large Hawk Cuckoo

Rifhan and his team caught this injured juvenile. Look at its frightened eyes. I hope it’ll have a calm night tonight. So sweet the birdie.

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The Large Hawk-cuckoo (Cuculus sparverioides) is a species cuckoo in the Cuculidae family.

They call in summer and the About this sound calling and after dusk.