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Post by exactamente on Jan 20, 2012 11:26:41 GMT -5
Dancing is the one activity which allows Carol to totally lose her mind, so its the only time that we're both out of our minds at the same time. Ha ha. Ever tried a squirrel satsang in the park or a duck satsang at the lake?
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Post by zendancer on Jan 20, 2012 11:38:44 GMT -5
Uh uh. She's too busy to listen to the squirrels and ducks. Too many chores. However, she's been threatening to come on the forum as "Zendancer's wife" and tell everyone what I'm REALLY like. Now, that's a scary thought!
I might have to share one of my dance stories soon, just to put things into perspective,
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Post by exactamente on Jan 20, 2012 12:26:51 GMT -5
Uh uh. She's too busy to listen to the squirrels and ducks. Too many chores. However, she's been threatening to come on the forum as "Zendancer's wife" and tell everyone what I'm REALLY like. Now, that's a scary thought! I might have to share one of my dance stories soon, just to put things into perspective, Hehe, still better than "Zendancer's wives". This would become a drama forum soon...
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Post by angela on Jan 20, 2012 13:32:55 GMT -5
my favorite dancing story is from when i was 8 years old. my troop was preparing our routine to winter wonderland, which we were going to showcase at the local mall. in the middle of "in the meadow we can build a snowman" i smelled smoke, and peeked out the door to see what was going on, and saw huge flames lapping around the corner just down the hallway. i went... "FIRE" and then a group of 30 little girls in tap shoes ran screaming hysterically down the hallway toward the parking lot, while the music still played on in the background. sitting huddled in the winter parking lot, waiting for parents and fire trucks and all that to show up, i remember vividly all the little girls screaming and crying for their mommies. and i was just watching the fire leap out the roof and eat the dance studio, thinking to myself.... "oooh..... beautiful....." to this day i get a sort of happy smile when i hear that song. i never tell this story at parties because, well.... you know why. but i figured i'd share it here because.... well... you know why.
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Post by enigma on Jan 20, 2012 14:39:33 GMT -5
Dancing is the one activity which allows Carol to totally lose her mind, so its the only time that we're both out of our minds at the same time. Ha ha. Ever tried a squirrel satsang in the park or a duck satsang at the lake? Squirrel and duck satsangs mean never having to say you're sorry. ;D
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Post by enigma on Jan 20, 2012 14:55:02 GMT -5
my favorite dancing story is from when i was 8 years old. my troop was preparing our routine to winter wonderland, which we were going to showcase at the local mall. in the middle of "in the meadow we can build a snowman" i smelled smoke, and peeked out the door to see what was going on, and saw huge flames lapping around the corner just down the hallway. i went... "FIRE" and then a group of 30 little girls in tap shoes ran screaming hysterically down the hallway toward the parking lot, while the music still played on in the background. sitting huddled in the winter parking lot, waiting for parents and fire trucks and all that to show up, i remember vividly all the little girls screaming and crying for their mommies. and i was just watching the fire leap out the roof and eat the dance studio, thinking to myself.... "oooh..... beautiful....." to this day i get a sort of happy smile when i hear that song. i never tell this story at parties because, well.... you know why. but i figured i'd share it here because.... well... you know why. We'll hafta start calling you Carrie. ;D
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Post by Beingist on Jan 20, 2012 15:29:50 GMT -5
my favorite dancing story is from when i was 8 years old. my troop was preparing our routine to winter wonderland, which we were going to showcase at the local mall. in the middle of "in the meadow we can build a snowman" i smelled smoke, and peeked out the door to see what was going on, and saw huge flames lapping around the corner just down the hallway. i went... "FIRE" and then a group of 30 little girls in tap shoes ran screaming hysterically down the hallway toward the parking lot, while the music still played on in the background. sitting huddled in the winter parking lot, waiting for parents and fire trucks and all that to show up, i remember vividly all the little girls screaming and crying for their mommies. and i was just watching the fire leap out the roof and eat the dance studio, thinking to myself.... "oooh..... beautiful....." to this day i get a sort of happy smile when i hear that song. i never tell this story at parties because, well.... you know why. but i figured i'd share it here because.... well... you know why. Glad to know I'm among other folk, here, who are 'out to lunch', too. ;D Also, thanks for that little story. Lends a whole new meaing to the lyric, "... as we dreeeeeeam by the fire..."
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Post by nobodyishome on Jan 20, 2012 16:19:15 GMT -5
Uh uh. She's too busy to listen to the squirrels and ducks. Too many chores. However, she's been threatening to come on the forum as "Zendancer's wife" and tell everyone what I'm REALLY like. Now, that's a scary thought! I might have to share one of my dance stories soon, just to put things into perspective, Yes yes have Carol come ZD. We can use a different perspective on you.
I do love ballroom dancing as you and yours.
BTW how is that spec home coming? NBisH
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Post by kate on Jan 20, 2012 20:09:17 GMT -5
my favorite dancing story is from when i was 8 years old. my troop was preparing our routine to winter wonderland, which we were going to showcase at the local mall. in the middle of "in the meadow we can build a snowman" i smelled smoke, and peeked out the door to see what was going on, and saw huge flames lapping around the corner just down the hallway. i went... "FIRE" and then a group of 30 little girls in tap shoes ran screaming hysterically down the hallway toward the parking lot, while the music still played on in the background. sitting huddled in the winter parking lot, waiting for parents and fire trucks and all that to show up, i remember vividly all the little girls screaming and crying for their mommies. and i was just watching the fire leap out the roof and eat the dance studio, thinking to myself.... "oooh..... beautiful....." to this day i get a sort of happy smile when i hear that song. i never tell this story at parties because, well.... you know why. but i figured i'd share it here because.... well... you know why. Hehehe.That's a great story, angela.
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Post by exactamente on Jan 20, 2012 23:39:04 GMT -5
I'm just wondering where a so-called teacher get's the inspiration to use a derogatory term referring to black people. And now you're choosing to defend it? Get real. Both racism and teacher are maya. What's your problem with that?
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Post by exactamente on Jan 20, 2012 23:39:58 GMT -5
Ever tried a squirrel satsang in the park or a duck satsang at the lake? Squirrel and duck satsangs mean never having to say you're sorry. ;D Sounds promising. ;D
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Post by lolly on Jan 22, 2012 19:54:51 GMT -5
Noticing means just see and feel without personal reaction.
There are two types of reaction: Reflex which is instinct and personal reaction.
In the breath meditation you merely notice you are distracted and attention returns to the breath as a reflex.
If you notice distraction and are disappointed, frustrated etc... That is a personal reaction, and these are not effective to the inquiry, howerver, notice it if it happens and understand it isn't constructive.
It's always the 'I'. 'I' am frustrated 'I'm' crap at this 'I' should concentrate.
You know, stop being so self conscious. Just notice.
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Post by Deleted on Jan 22, 2012 20:18:14 GMT -5
the magic seems to be when one notices distraction. what's going on there?
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Post by lolly on Jan 24, 2012 4:24:09 GMT -5
It isn't really the distraction itself, it's the reaction to that.
The way of inquiry is non-reactive, there's no craving for something else and no adverse feelings to this... there is just a gentle acceptance and a curious interest in whatever.
It sounds simple, but it isn't easy, because the balanced disposition of a calm observer doesn't permit the reactive behavoiur which sustains the opinions of the 'false self'... and when that illusion begins to die it chucks a real hissy fit... but instead of the habitual aversive reactivity you remain consciously mindful and just observe.
There are emotional issues in the layers of psyche and they're held there by this avoidance strategy, but the silent one isn't in avoidance, so these issues come to the surface of conscious cognition where they are 'seen' (experienced).
The meditator can only take so much in a sitting and before long becomes highly reactive. 'Oh this pain in my back' 'When will this time be over' 'are we there yet, are we there yet,' all to avoid the calm in this moment, because the false identity cannot survive it.
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Post by acewall on Jan 24, 2012 4:53:53 GMT -5
Uh uh. She's too busy to listen to the squirrels and ducks. Too many chores. However, she's been threatening to come on the forum as "Zendancer's wife" and tell everyone what I'm REALLY like. Now, that's a scary thought! I might have to share one of my dance stories soon, just to put things into perspective, Its important to have both-people in a couple relationship posting. Dont be afraid; my partner would be here, but she "aint at all a heady-person" she says. ;D
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